Author's Notes: Sorry for my…err…procrastination (no pun intended) with this story, but it's a hell of a lot harder to write than I expected!
Okay, I'm gonna go watch Eddie Izzard now…("I'm building a speedboat"… Heh.) But thanks to everyone who's sent me feedback so far, it's what's kept me writing (and I use that term *very* loosely!).
So…yeah…thanks.
Disclaimer: Not mine…don't own anything…yadda…
Procrastination
Chapter 8: The Dawn Chorus
Dawn came all too quickly for the intrepid explorers. Apparently during the night Daniel had taken it upon himself to cover both Sam's watch and his own - which subsequently found the Major waking up after a good nights sleep, still ensconced in her CO's arms.
Naturally Sam also woke up with a huge grin on her face (well, wouldn't you?), fully satisfied with the prospects that despite the impending dig-a-thon that loomed menacingly in their near future, today was going to be a good day.
Well what could possibly go wrong? Sure, they were stuck on an alien planet, the Stargate had been buried under what was undoubtedly miles of sand and General Hammond had probably given birth to kittens by now. But, she'd had a full night's beauty sleep, was still cuddled up tight against the man she loved - a position she *never* imagined herself being in (okay, so she had imagined it, but she certainly never thought it would ever come true), and she could even feel his arm circling her waist and his gentle breath on the back of her neck as he pulled her tighter against his hard, muscular body.
Hard…
Muscular…
Mmm.
Where was she? Oh, right. Good day. So…yeah.
Uh, so the sun was shining (she assumed - it was kinda hard to tell, what with being in a tent and all), the birds were singing, and it was turrr..niii..nggg…
The birds…
…the birds were…
…the, uh…
Singing? In a Desert? Since when did birds sing in Deserts?
Sam blinked. Come to think of it, since when did birds *migrate* to Deserts? Even just for a vacation?
Finally, the hazy, self-satisfied fog that had clouded her brain since awakening to the masculine smells of a certain Colonel lifted and common sense forced it's unwelcome way to the surface. She rose quickly (much to the chagrin of said Colonel, who was rudely awakened by the sudden movement) and shot out of the tent.
And blinked. A lot.
It seemed to Sam that one of two things had happened. Either A. She was going completely and totally insane (a rather worrying concept for someone who relies on their mind for pretty much *everything*), or B. in the space of approximately eight hours, the alien planet had decided, under it's own council, to terra form itself.
Suffice to say, she didn't think she was going nuts. Her faculties were all present and accounted for, and she even recited the periodic table out loud three times in quick succession to make sure (including it's latest additions). However, being the academic of the group, she was also fully aware that it was scientifically impossible for a planet to completely change overnight.
Even entertaining the concept would be construed as mad.
So with that in mind, she wandered slowly over to the tent she was supposed to have slept in the previous evening, mentally preparing herself to ask Doctor Daniel Jackson firstly what on earth possessed him to make the decision that no one need stand watch for half of the night, and also how the *hell* a whole bunch of trees, grass and cute little furry woodland animals had managed to appear out of what, until five minutes ago, had been a giant sandpit.
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I know, I know. A rather short chapter, this one. But it seemed a good place to leave the story and I promise you faithfully that the next one will be longer.
Oh, and feedback is mandatory. But no pressure…
Okay, I'm gonna go watch Eddie Izzard now…("I'm building a speedboat"… Heh.) But thanks to everyone who's sent me feedback so far, it's what's kept me writing (and I use that term *very* loosely!).
So…yeah…thanks.
Disclaimer: Not mine…don't own anything…yadda…
Procrastination
Chapter 8: The Dawn Chorus
Dawn came all too quickly for the intrepid explorers. Apparently during the night Daniel had taken it upon himself to cover both Sam's watch and his own - which subsequently found the Major waking up after a good nights sleep, still ensconced in her CO's arms.
Naturally Sam also woke up with a huge grin on her face (well, wouldn't you?), fully satisfied with the prospects that despite the impending dig-a-thon that loomed menacingly in their near future, today was going to be a good day.
Well what could possibly go wrong? Sure, they were stuck on an alien planet, the Stargate had been buried under what was undoubtedly miles of sand and General Hammond had probably given birth to kittens by now. But, she'd had a full night's beauty sleep, was still cuddled up tight against the man she loved - a position she *never* imagined herself being in (okay, so she had imagined it, but she certainly never thought it would ever come true), and she could even feel his arm circling her waist and his gentle breath on the back of her neck as he pulled her tighter against his hard, muscular body.
Hard…
Muscular…
Mmm.
Where was she? Oh, right. Good day. So…yeah.
Uh, so the sun was shining (she assumed - it was kinda hard to tell, what with being in a tent and all), the birds were singing, and it was turrr..niii..nggg…
The birds…
…the birds were…
…the, uh…
Singing? In a Desert? Since when did birds sing in Deserts?
Sam blinked. Come to think of it, since when did birds *migrate* to Deserts? Even just for a vacation?
Finally, the hazy, self-satisfied fog that had clouded her brain since awakening to the masculine smells of a certain Colonel lifted and common sense forced it's unwelcome way to the surface. She rose quickly (much to the chagrin of said Colonel, who was rudely awakened by the sudden movement) and shot out of the tent.
And blinked. A lot.
It seemed to Sam that one of two things had happened. Either A. She was going completely and totally insane (a rather worrying concept for someone who relies on their mind for pretty much *everything*), or B. in the space of approximately eight hours, the alien planet had decided, under it's own council, to terra form itself.
Suffice to say, she didn't think she was going nuts. Her faculties were all present and accounted for, and she even recited the periodic table out loud three times in quick succession to make sure (including it's latest additions). However, being the academic of the group, she was also fully aware that it was scientifically impossible for a planet to completely change overnight.
Even entertaining the concept would be construed as mad.
So with that in mind, she wandered slowly over to the tent she was supposed to have slept in the previous evening, mentally preparing herself to ask Doctor Daniel Jackson firstly what on earth possessed him to make the decision that no one need stand watch for half of the night, and also how the *hell* a whole bunch of trees, grass and cute little furry woodland animals had managed to appear out of what, until five minutes ago, had been a giant sandpit.
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I know, I know. A rather short chapter, this one. But it seemed a good place to leave the story and I promise you faithfully that the next one will be longer.
Oh, and feedback is mandatory. But no pressure…