Times Like These
Well hey! I'm trying to post as fast as I can, and more's coming! I had almost finished this chapter, but it had started going offtrack, so I'm making it into something else...hmm possibilities.....
No more chat! I'll get on with it!
Chapter 4
Sam gazed at P3Y 729, shading her eyes against the sun. Average sight really, clear skies, pine trees, the same old look.
Suddenly, without any reason, she resentful towards the planet. Why couldn't there ever be any variety?! Sure there were always the desert planets, but they were just as bad. The same thing every time.
She aimed a kick at a small rock, missed, and hit the bigger rock behind. Carter said something very unladylike, as she hopped around, causing the colonel to take notice.
"Carter, you alright?" he raised a Teal'c-like eyebrow.
"Fine sir," she muttered through gritted teeth.
Come to think of it, why was he always asking that? Always asking if she felt ok, as if she was going to collapse any second.
*I'm not a china doll, can't he realize that?!*
Ok, so it *was* his job to look after his team, but giving her special treatment? It was really getting on her nerves. Still seething, she followed the other three through the pine forest, to a clearing where they would set up camp.
O'Neill was waiting for the team at the edge of the clearing.
"Ok, you know the drill, Teal'c and I'll check the perimeter, and Carter and Daniel'll set up camp. Ladies first!" he smiled at Carter, and lifted a branch from in front of her, earning him a glare that could have singed his eyebrows. As she stalked off, he put on his most innocent face.
"What did I do?" Daniel sighed long-sufferingly, and wandered after Sam, whilst Teal'c's expression remained deadpan. O'Neill also sighed, and trudged off through the trees, the stoic Jaffa following.
***
Sam walked to the centre of the space, and began aggressively unpacking tents and equipment. Daniel timidly followed her, and dropped his pack to the ground. Approaching the major, he tried to make some converstaion.
"Uh, lovely planet, huh? Nice...very nice trees." She merely threw one tent to the ground, and proceded to rifle through her pack some more.
"Sam? Sam, what's wrong? Do you want to talk about it?" That was it. Sam's temper snapped.
"No I don't want to talk about it! Why do you always think you need to comfort me, and be gentle with me, and treat me differently from everyone else? All three of you act like I'm going to break if you don't keep me safe! I need some space Daniel, a little time without you guys protecting me! Don't you understand??"
The sound of her enraged shouting brought O'Neill and Teal'c running. The colonel came to a stop in front of Daniel. "Danny, what's going on? What was all that about?" he motioned at Carter, who was now proceding to put up her tent, violently pounding in the tent pegs with a rock. O'Neill winced slightly. Daniel mouthed, "Don't ask", and motioned for them to give the major some space.
Jack studied Carter. Boy did she seemed worked up... What over, he wondered. Considering his diplomatic skills, O'Neill decided to take Daniel's advice. The last thing he wanted was to get in Carter's way in one of *these* moods. He wouldn't last twenty seconds.
***
Almost an hour later, and camp was set up. A small fire crackled merrily, with spare wood and twigs for fuel placed nearby. The tents were neatly set up facing inwards, and gear was stowed away. Evening was coming fast, as the team sat hunched over their dinner. An awkward silence had settled since Carter's violent outburst earlier that day. She herself had not said a word since, and even Teal'c was being cautious not to anger the major.
O'Neill commented sardonically, "Well this is just peachy. Five star freezedried food, great dinner company, just the way I wanted to spend my Saturday night." He stabbed at a bean, and then cursed as it fell off his plate. Apart from a "Pass the butter" comment from Daniel, this was the extent of the fantastic dinner conversation.
***
Later that night saw all of SG1, minus Carter, packed away in their standard issue sleeping bags, when the storm broke.
At first a deceptive light mist seeped in from the darkness, to cover the clearing, then some early splashes of rain, before it intesified to a torrent, pouring down upon the earth, invading every crevice, and soaking all in its path.
Sam was the unlucky one, having volunteered for first sentry duty. With little choice, she forced herself to sit in the pouring rain, keeping watch. Water ran in tiny rivulets, carving out pathways down her back and along her spine. Her hair glued to her scalp, and dripped moisture down her neck, causing involuntary shudders from Carter. Her teeth chattered incessently from behind blueish lips, as the major huddled near a tree. Still bitterly angry at the male members of SG1, she passed the freezing hours thinking about their earlier argument. Convinced she was in the right, Carter spent a little time on each man's faults. Teal'c's uncommunitive nature and lack of emotion was really very annoying, and that superior "raise-the-eyebrow" look got on her nerves. He was always being noble and getting glory from killing another sytem lord, then saying it was nothing! Why couldn't he take some credit? Daniel, well he was just too sensitive! All that crap about, "You can talk to me", and "You can trust me"! Who would believe that?And then he was always getting into trouble offworld and ending up in the infirmary, keeping the team back for weeks. Sure he was like a brother, but he was natural born klutz! And then there was the team leader. Colonel Jonathan O'Neill; highly decorated military veteran, and 2IC of Cheyenne Mountain. Where to begin! He was rude and insolent to his superiors, always bending the rules, and expecting to get away with it! He was unconventional, annoying, and always cracking those jokes! An then there were the sarcastic comments... *But then again, it's his quirks that make him so, well, *him*...* Sam sighed, then mentally berated herself. She was *not* supposed to be thinking of Jack O'Neill like that. She was still angry at him. *And rightly so!* She reminded herself. He treated her differently to the others, and while on one level (one she would never admit) she was secretly pleased, on another she was annoyed and frustrated, and harboured many fears. Didn't he think she was good enough? Wasn't she worthy of his command? Was she not officer material? Or was it that she was a scientist, most of which he hated with avengance? And in her heart of hearts, these fears gnawed away at her, clouding her view on her CO.
A sharp rumble of thunder snapped Carter from her reverie. Her senses slowly came back, each adding to her discomfort. Her sight was still clouded by the remnants of the hazy mist which had settled around the camp, making the surroundings hard to decipher. Her freezing limbs cried out to her, begging for warmth and rest from the elements. Sam firmly ignored them, and tried to focus on her job. Her now soaking jacket was moulded to her body, and her boots were beginning to dampen and wet her socks.
Carter silently cursed O'Neill for the uncomfortable sentry duty, and for the horrible weather, and for treating her how he did, and virtually anything she could think of. But at the same time wished she could understand him better, and know why he insisted on acting like a complete gentleman one minute, and a complete jerk the next.
"Carter!" Sam jumped a foot in the air. *Talk about speak of the devil...*
The colonel's strong, well built figure strode out of the fog, clad in complete wet-weather gear. He was looking non-plussed, his hair still tousled from sleep being quickly dampened by the incessant rain.
His long legs carried him quickly to where she sat huddled. His eyes, well trained from years of service, narrowed as he took in her bedraggled, and soaking wet appearance. The colonel's brow knitted in concern as he noticed her blue-tinged lips, and shivering body.
Helping the major to her feet, he began to tell her off.
"Carter, why didn't you wake me earlier? I should have taken watch hours ago! And look at you, you're soaking!" He growled at her as she shook her limbs slightly to help the circulation.
"I'm sorry sir." She replied stiffly. "I thought I could handle a little rain."
He glanced at her, surprised and a little hurt by her icy tone. "Carter, you're freezing cold. What were you trying to prove? I thought you were smarter than that."
Sam's anger grew, rage boiling inside her. Her mind clouded, and the rage took control.
"Well I really don't care what you think. I don't care what any of you think! I don't need your opinion to run my life! I can get by just fine without you and your stupid thoughts!"
With this, she turned and strode off into the mist, O'Neill's shouts following her tall, thin figure, as it faded into the night.
A/N - What do you think? Please tell me, and make this crazy person's day! : D
StarKate.
Well hey! I'm trying to post as fast as I can, and more's coming! I had almost finished this chapter, but it had started going offtrack, so I'm making it into something else...hmm possibilities.....
No more chat! I'll get on with it!
Chapter 4
Sam gazed at P3Y 729, shading her eyes against the sun. Average sight really, clear skies, pine trees, the same old look.
Suddenly, without any reason, she resentful towards the planet. Why couldn't there ever be any variety?! Sure there were always the desert planets, but they were just as bad. The same thing every time.
She aimed a kick at a small rock, missed, and hit the bigger rock behind. Carter said something very unladylike, as she hopped around, causing the colonel to take notice.
"Carter, you alright?" he raised a Teal'c-like eyebrow.
"Fine sir," she muttered through gritted teeth.
Come to think of it, why was he always asking that? Always asking if she felt ok, as if she was going to collapse any second.
*I'm not a china doll, can't he realize that?!*
Ok, so it *was* his job to look after his team, but giving her special treatment? It was really getting on her nerves. Still seething, she followed the other three through the pine forest, to a clearing where they would set up camp.
O'Neill was waiting for the team at the edge of the clearing.
"Ok, you know the drill, Teal'c and I'll check the perimeter, and Carter and Daniel'll set up camp. Ladies first!" he smiled at Carter, and lifted a branch from in front of her, earning him a glare that could have singed his eyebrows. As she stalked off, he put on his most innocent face.
"What did I do?" Daniel sighed long-sufferingly, and wandered after Sam, whilst Teal'c's expression remained deadpan. O'Neill also sighed, and trudged off through the trees, the stoic Jaffa following.
***
Sam walked to the centre of the space, and began aggressively unpacking tents and equipment. Daniel timidly followed her, and dropped his pack to the ground. Approaching the major, he tried to make some converstaion.
"Uh, lovely planet, huh? Nice...very nice trees." She merely threw one tent to the ground, and proceded to rifle through her pack some more.
"Sam? Sam, what's wrong? Do you want to talk about it?" That was it. Sam's temper snapped.
"No I don't want to talk about it! Why do you always think you need to comfort me, and be gentle with me, and treat me differently from everyone else? All three of you act like I'm going to break if you don't keep me safe! I need some space Daniel, a little time without you guys protecting me! Don't you understand??"
The sound of her enraged shouting brought O'Neill and Teal'c running. The colonel came to a stop in front of Daniel. "Danny, what's going on? What was all that about?" he motioned at Carter, who was now proceding to put up her tent, violently pounding in the tent pegs with a rock. O'Neill winced slightly. Daniel mouthed, "Don't ask", and motioned for them to give the major some space.
Jack studied Carter. Boy did she seemed worked up... What over, he wondered. Considering his diplomatic skills, O'Neill decided to take Daniel's advice. The last thing he wanted was to get in Carter's way in one of *these* moods. He wouldn't last twenty seconds.
***
Almost an hour later, and camp was set up. A small fire crackled merrily, with spare wood and twigs for fuel placed nearby. The tents were neatly set up facing inwards, and gear was stowed away. Evening was coming fast, as the team sat hunched over their dinner. An awkward silence had settled since Carter's violent outburst earlier that day. She herself had not said a word since, and even Teal'c was being cautious not to anger the major.
O'Neill commented sardonically, "Well this is just peachy. Five star freezedried food, great dinner company, just the way I wanted to spend my Saturday night." He stabbed at a bean, and then cursed as it fell off his plate. Apart from a "Pass the butter" comment from Daniel, this was the extent of the fantastic dinner conversation.
***
Later that night saw all of SG1, minus Carter, packed away in their standard issue sleeping bags, when the storm broke.
At first a deceptive light mist seeped in from the darkness, to cover the clearing, then some early splashes of rain, before it intesified to a torrent, pouring down upon the earth, invading every crevice, and soaking all in its path.
Sam was the unlucky one, having volunteered for first sentry duty. With little choice, she forced herself to sit in the pouring rain, keeping watch. Water ran in tiny rivulets, carving out pathways down her back and along her spine. Her hair glued to her scalp, and dripped moisture down her neck, causing involuntary shudders from Carter. Her teeth chattered incessently from behind blueish lips, as the major huddled near a tree. Still bitterly angry at the male members of SG1, she passed the freezing hours thinking about their earlier argument. Convinced she was in the right, Carter spent a little time on each man's faults. Teal'c's uncommunitive nature and lack of emotion was really very annoying, and that superior "raise-the-eyebrow" look got on her nerves. He was always being noble and getting glory from killing another sytem lord, then saying it was nothing! Why couldn't he take some credit? Daniel, well he was just too sensitive! All that crap about, "You can talk to me", and "You can trust me"! Who would believe that?And then he was always getting into trouble offworld and ending up in the infirmary, keeping the team back for weeks. Sure he was like a brother, but he was natural born klutz! And then there was the team leader. Colonel Jonathan O'Neill; highly decorated military veteran, and 2IC of Cheyenne Mountain. Where to begin! He was rude and insolent to his superiors, always bending the rules, and expecting to get away with it! He was unconventional, annoying, and always cracking those jokes! An then there were the sarcastic comments... *But then again, it's his quirks that make him so, well, *him*...* Sam sighed, then mentally berated herself. She was *not* supposed to be thinking of Jack O'Neill like that. She was still angry at him. *And rightly so!* She reminded herself. He treated her differently to the others, and while on one level (one she would never admit) she was secretly pleased, on another she was annoyed and frustrated, and harboured many fears. Didn't he think she was good enough? Wasn't she worthy of his command? Was she not officer material? Or was it that she was a scientist, most of which he hated with avengance? And in her heart of hearts, these fears gnawed away at her, clouding her view on her CO.
A sharp rumble of thunder snapped Carter from her reverie. Her senses slowly came back, each adding to her discomfort. Her sight was still clouded by the remnants of the hazy mist which had settled around the camp, making the surroundings hard to decipher. Her freezing limbs cried out to her, begging for warmth and rest from the elements. Sam firmly ignored them, and tried to focus on her job. Her now soaking jacket was moulded to her body, and her boots were beginning to dampen and wet her socks.
Carter silently cursed O'Neill for the uncomfortable sentry duty, and for the horrible weather, and for treating her how he did, and virtually anything she could think of. But at the same time wished she could understand him better, and know why he insisted on acting like a complete gentleman one minute, and a complete jerk the next.
"Carter!" Sam jumped a foot in the air. *Talk about speak of the devil...*
The colonel's strong, well built figure strode out of the fog, clad in complete wet-weather gear. He was looking non-plussed, his hair still tousled from sleep being quickly dampened by the incessant rain.
His long legs carried him quickly to where she sat huddled. His eyes, well trained from years of service, narrowed as he took in her bedraggled, and soaking wet appearance. The colonel's brow knitted in concern as he noticed her blue-tinged lips, and shivering body.
Helping the major to her feet, he began to tell her off.
"Carter, why didn't you wake me earlier? I should have taken watch hours ago! And look at you, you're soaking!" He growled at her as she shook her limbs slightly to help the circulation.
"I'm sorry sir." She replied stiffly. "I thought I could handle a little rain."
He glanced at her, surprised and a little hurt by her icy tone. "Carter, you're freezing cold. What were you trying to prove? I thought you were smarter than that."
Sam's anger grew, rage boiling inside her. Her mind clouded, and the rage took control.
"Well I really don't care what you think. I don't care what any of you think! I don't need your opinion to run my life! I can get by just fine without you and your stupid thoughts!"
With this, she turned and strode off into the mist, O'Neill's shouts following her tall, thin figure, as it faded into the night.
A/N - What do you think? Please tell me, and make this crazy person's day! : D
StarKate.
