TITLE: For Pete's Sake 1/1
AUTHOR: Sam (Lestrade42@aol.com)
RATING: G
FEEDBACK: Oh, why not.
DISCLAIMER: All established characters belong to rich people, unlike myself.
SPOILERS: Various through Hundred Days
A short fic Karen asked for... for her birthday. Geeze she asked for alot of text this year :-)
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Major Samantha Carter sighed as she wiped off her computer screen. Downtime on a military base got boring real quick.
"Hey Sam." Doctor Daniel Jackson entered the control room. "You okay?"
"Daniel, have you noticed anything... odd around here?"
"Okay, you realize what you just asked, right?"
She smiled. "Okay, I'll narrow it down. Have you noticed anything odd with the computers in the control room?"
"No. Should I have?"
She pulled up the dialing program. "Look at this." She pulled up on the screen the dialing for Abydos.
"It's Abydos."
"Yeah. now look at this." She tapped on a few more keys. The dialing screen flickered for a second, then returned to the Abydos dialing.
"Look at what, Sam?"
"I pulled up the dialing program for Chulak. And this one," she tapped more keys, "this is the Tok'ra program."
Daniel moved closed to the screen. "They're all the same."
"Yeah. Why is that?"
"There's only one group of people who could answer that. Come on." Daniel led Sam to a small door at the end of the room. He knocked once and entered.
A group of people in black robes sat quietly around a long table. "We know why you are here," a voice floated across the table. "And we have one simply answer. It's not in the budget. You are dismissed."
Daniel sighed and led Sam out.
"Daniel, who were they?"
"The writers." He shrugged and wandered out, talking to himself. "Not in the budget, sure. They have enough money to kill me and bring me back every other week but they can't change the graphics on a computer screen? Geeze."
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You asked for it. You should know better.
AUTHOR: Sam (Lestrade42@aol.com)
RATING: G
FEEDBACK: Oh, why not.
DISCLAIMER: All established characters belong to rich people, unlike myself.
SPOILERS: Various through Hundred Days
A short fic Karen asked for... for her birthday. Geeze she asked for alot of text this year :-)
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Major Samantha Carter sighed as she wiped off her computer screen. Downtime on a military base got boring real quick.
"Hey Sam." Doctor Daniel Jackson entered the control room. "You okay?"
"Daniel, have you noticed anything... odd around here?"
"Okay, you realize what you just asked, right?"
She smiled. "Okay, I'll narrow it down. Have you noticed anything odd with the computers in the control room?"
"No. Should I have?"
She pulled up the dialing program. "Look at this." She pulled up on the screen the dialing for Abydos.
"It's Abydos."
"Yeah. now look at this." She tapped on a few more keys. The dialing screen flickered for a second, then returned to the Abydos dialing.
"Look at what, Sam?"
"I pulled up the dialing program for Chulak. And this one," she tapped more keys, "this is the Tok'ra program."
Daniel moved closed to the screen. "They're all the same."
"Yeah. Why is that?"
"There's only one group of people who could answer that. Come on." Daniel led Sam to a small door at the end of the room. He knocked once and entered.
A group of people in black robes sat quietly around a long table. "We know why you are here," a voice floated across the table. "And we have one simply answer. It's not in the budget. You are dismissed."
Daniel sighed and led Sam out.
"Daniel, who were they?"
"The writers." He shrugged and wandered out, talking to himself. "Not in the budget, sure. They have enough money to kill me and bring me back every other week but they can't change the graphics on a computer screen? Geeze."
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You asked for it. You should know better.