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Well, just finished my Uni project on US justice system. So if fanfiction accepted smileys here will be the one throwing up… Real mood killer, to say the least, it drained me of energy.
Thanks for the reviews. Unfortunately it is also a fact that Sam is not doing well enough for any amount of technobabble right now.
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"Hey, you are willing to part with some of those crackers?" Daniel asked, walking into the kitchen.
"Yeah, sure. Will you refill my cup?" Laura answered, not looking up from her notes. She spent hours grilling Sam about private life and mission details to get a basis for her memory evaluation. To be honest, it hadn't gone brilliantly. All the facts that Sam was able to remember were clearly from the very early years of her service at SGC. But still Sam insisted on soldering on, which exhausted her tremendously. Teal'c was staying with her at the moment.
"Tea or coffee?" Daniel said, lifting the empty cup from the table.
"Tea, please."
A little while later a full cup was placed near her, steam rising from the liquid inside. Sliding all her papers to the side, she thanked Daniel and grabbed it, both her hands sliding across the uneven surface of the cup.
"So how's Sam?" He said, as nonchalantly as he was capable of, but secretly dreading the answer. He knew how long had Laura been talking to Sam.
"She's okay, although the memory test certainly haven't improved her mood."
"That bad?"
"Yes. Her only completely intact memories are of first two, maybe three years at SGC." Laura took her ponytail and threw it over her shoulder, then she tried the tea.
"Wow…" Daniel stilled, stopping in the middle of sentence, his mind inadvertently going through what Sam might be missing. Memories were one's make-up, it determined how one saw oneself and the relationships towards others. And Sam was missing so much… "Sorry, I just didn't expect that."
"And that is only part of the problem."
"What do you mean?"
"Even the things she remembers, they feel new to her. She has to process them and deal with them all over again. It will take time."
"That's harsh. She has a lot of bad stuff to remember." Daniel sighed, thinking about how Sam just couldn't catch a break. But there was a feeling of determination as well. "What can I do?"
"Just be there for her. She will need all the support we can provide."
"Well, Teal'c and I are there for her. Can't speak for Jack."
"He's probably dealing with some problems of his own. He'll come around."
"I just hope I'll get to stay here on the ship now that Sam's awake. I don't care how much I am needed on Earth."
"Daniel." Laura said, shooting him a powerful glance. "I am afraid I agree with O'Neill on this."
"Oh, come on!"
"Daniel, it won't be that long before we make it to Earth. From what I've heard, I shouldn't expect the warmest welcome. It would be helpful if you could get there before us and inform everyone. That way our arrival would be less stressful on Sam."
He stopped with his whining. If he submitted a detailed report it could postpone Sam's administrative duties and give her more time to get better. She'd probably be rattled by all of this long after the ship would make it home. Damn, Laura knew just what to say to convince him.
"And how is she physically?"
"Improving. The few patches of inflamed skin are already healed, her eyes don't hurt anymore, but no sight yet. The poison levels are decreasing, but still incredibly slowly."
"She just can't catch a break." Daniel complained, looking down at his hands clamped together on the table.
If they had to guess, this was probably the only thing O'Neill heard since he just stepped in. What they couldn't have known was that he'd been listening to their conversation all along. He couldn't help himself when he heard Sam's name mentioned. She remembered about three years at SGC. SO practically before anything really happened. He took a deep breath and for a little moment he let his composure slip away. He never imagined this mission would cost him so much.