This is my first story. Please review
Disclaimer: I do not own Stargate or it's characters. I am borrowing Sami
from my friend.
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'Thank god for weekends,' Sami let's her dogs, Kin and Gin out into the backyard on her way to bring in the wash. 'What in the seventh vestibule of hell?' Sami stares at the artifact that couldn't possibly exist, let alone in her backyard. She blinks at it, thinking it might disappear if she does. Unfortunately it doesn't. Or maybe fortunately. If it did, she would know she had been hallucinating. As it didn't she walks cautiously up to it.
"Sami," her friend, and current roommate Amy walks up behind her with her customary silent almost grace. "There seems to be a Stargate in your backyard."
"I see that," Sami nods.
"Since when has that been there?" Amy asks curiously.
"I couldn't tell you," Sami shrugs. "It wasn't there last time I was out."
"Hmmm," Amy walks up to the thing curiously. Kneeling down, she runs her hand through the dirt.
"Well," Sami asks
"It has to have been here for a while," Amy shrugs. "The dirt doesn't seem to have been disturbed, either through it pushing up, or landing on it."
"So, what should we do?" Sami asks.
"Got any co-ordinates?" Amy smiles mischievously.
"Only the ones I've seen on T.V.," Sami shrugs.
"Cool enough," Amy nods. "You input, and I'll call Rachael to take care of the babies."
"Something weird is happening," Sami glares at the now rumbling Stargate. Out pops an ugly hunk of machinery.
"A probe," Amy gasps.
"Correct," Sami now smiles mischievously
"What are you thinking?" Amy inquires cautiously. Sami smiling mischievously is always something to be treated with great caution
"Sending them a present," Sami says innocently.
"As in?" Amy shakes her head.
"I think they might need to blow their noses," Sami replies.
"Sami," Amy grins. "You are evil." She says this with great admiration.
"It might not be a SGC probe," Sami says.
"True," Amy nods. "Well, go get it. I'll entertain the probe.
"How?" Sami asks.
"Kitty left the piccolo here last time," Amy smiles. "I can play it."
"Off key and badly," Sami shakes her head.
"I'll make it sharper than usual," Amy promises. Sami runs through the house grabs a box of Kleenex and a roll of duct tape. Running back though the house she reemerges to find Amy treating the probe to a discordant concert of the piccolo. Sami duct tapes the Kleenex box to the probe. Her dogs mark it, and it gets the Stargate going to return to its origin point. Sami quickly notes down the symbols.
"So?" Amy asks raising an eyebrow.
"Lets," Sami nods.
"Excellent," Amy smiles. "I'll call Rach, you pack us up."
"You can carry your own damn books," Sami glares at her.
"Would I make you carry my books?" Amy asks innocently.
"Yes," is Sami's unequivocal reply. Amy pouts for a moment then heads back inside. Amy makes the arrangements to be gone for a couple of weeks, and Sami packs them both up. Checking the supplies Sami had packed, Amy adds in a twelve pack of soda and a couple more books. At the books Sami sees Amy adding she raises an eyebrow.
"Required reading," Amy glowers at the books.
"I didn't say anything," Sami states.
"Well you though it," Amy replies.
"But I didn't say anything," Sami states. "Let's get going."
"Alright," Amy follows her back outside. Rachael had taken care of Carson and Gin before so they didn't need to show them what to do. "Um. I just thought of something. We're going to SGC right?"
"As far as we know," Sami nods.
"Aren't we going to crash into the Iris?" Amy raises an eyebrow.
"All part of the adventure," Sami chuckles.
Amy steps though the Stargate first. Experiencing the sensation they had only read about was odd. Distinctly odd. The sensory deprivation and the feeling of falling wasn't that bad. The cold was beyond the worst torment ever devised. "Okay?" Sami asks a moment after she steps out. "Cold," Amy replies her teeth chattering. "Very cold. Not exactly my idea of a fun ride." "It wouldn't be, would it," Sami shakes her head. "So, what should we do?"
"Who are you guys, why are you here?" Jack O'Neill comes over to them. Looking around finally, Sami has to chuckle. All the military guys in fatigues, armed to the teeth, have their guns pointed at her and Amy. The smallest of them tops Amy's height by at least four inches, and out weighs her by at least twenty pounds. Both Sami and Amy are what charitable people call petite, though Amy generally called them scrawny. Amy's height is 5'4" and she didn't quite weigh 100 pounds. Sami, though smaller weighed more. Bringing her attention back to the conversation she finds Amy being belligerent.
"Just give him our names," Sami sighs.
"He threatened to kill us," Amy growls. "If he wants us to be cooperative then he shouldn't do that."
"I guess you're right," Sami nods. "It isn't really polite to do that, but we should be the mature ones, and set a good example. Besides, maybe here that is polite." She walks up, kicks him in the stomach and steals his gun.
"Since when have you known me to be the mature one ever?" Amy replies. "Maturity makes me sneeze."
"Yeah, yeah, yeah, you're allergic to maturity," Sami sighs.
"Are you going to answer our questions?" Jack asks.
"As soon as you apologize for being rude," Sami replies. "People would think you don't want us in here."
"I'll toss you in the brig," Jack threatens. Amy by now has an unholy grin on her face.
"Yeah, that's going to make us even more likely to co-operate," Sami sighs. "What would happen if you decided to toss Daniel somewhere that they served him food on a regular schedule, and left him alone to read? If you do that I'll never see my buddy again. Just apologize before she decides to annoy you."
"Too late," Jack drawls.
"Crumbs," Amy pouts. "He annoys too easily then. No fun."
"I'm Daniel Jackson," Daniel introduces himself.
"Amy Archer," Amy smiles and shake Daniel's hand. "My buddy, Sami Booker."
"Pleasure," Daniel shakes Sami's hand.
"How come you introduced yourself to her and not to me?" Jack asks.
"You threatened to shoot me," Amy grins. "I don't like it when people threaten me. He didn't threaten to shoot me. I answered him. A+B=C."
"Except when it equals F or G," Sami points out.
"True," Amy shrugs. "Still doesn't matter though. He was rude and
"We must never be wude, because wude is weak." Sami and she chorus. They look at each other and burst out laughing.
"Colonel O'Neill, what is that girl doing with your firearm?" Teal'c asks.
"She sucker punched me and stole it," Jack grumbles.
"Sir, she did not punch you," Amy sounds insulted. "She kicked you. There's a difference. Did you hit your head when you were on your last mission? Because you should really be able to tell the difference between punching and kicking. One uses the foot and the other one entails using the fist. One has a leg doing the work and the other has the arm doing the work."
"I know the difference," Jack states.
"Then why did you mix them up?" Amy asks. "If you know what the difference is, and can identify when one is happening and not the other, than you should have been able to tell the big guy that you were sucker kicked, and not sucker punched."
"I wasn't being literal," Jack states.
"Well, you malign my friends name," Amy replies. "If you are going to be rude, you might as well be correctly rude."
"It isn't rude when you are being truthful," Daniel states.
"But it is rude when you misrepresent the facts, such as the sucker remark. That would mean she didn't give him warning, or did it to his back," Amy states.
"But she didn't give him warning," Daniel states.
"She all but told him, I'm going to kick you, and she didn't do it from behind his back," Amy states.
"Great," Sami mutters to no one in particular. "He got her going."
"How?" Carter asks.
"He started an argument with her," Sami shakes her head. "Start an argument, and she doesn't stop until the other person agrees with her, or gives up. She's a little stubborn."
"Only a little," Amy smiles. "I believe standard procedure right now would be for you four to take us to the infirmary."
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'Thank god for weekends,' Sami let's her dogs, Kin and Gin out into the backyard on her way to bring in the wash. 'What in the seventh vestibule of hell?' Sami stares at the artifact that couldn't possibly exist, let alone in her backyard. She blinks at it, thinking it might disappear if she does. Unfortunately it doesn't. Or maybe fortunately. If it did, she would know she had been hallucinating. As it didn't she walks cautiously up to it.
"Sami," her friend, and current roommate Amy walks up behind her with her customary silent almost grace. "There seems to be a Stargate in your backyard."
"I see that," Sami nods.
"Since when has that been there?" Amy asks curiously.
"I couldn't tell you," Sami shrugs. "It wasn't there last time I was out."
"Hmmm," Amy walks up to the thing curiously. Kneeling down, she runs her hand through the dirt.
"Well," Sami asks
"It has to have been here for a while," Amy shrugs. "The dirt doesn't seem to have been disturbed, either through it pushing up, or landing on it."
"So, what should we do?" Sami asks.
"Got any co-ordinates?" Amy smiles mischievously.
"Only the ones I've seen on T.V.," Sami shrugs.
"Cool enough," Amy nods. "You input, and I'll call Rachael to take care of the babies."
"Something weird is happening," Sami glares at the now rumbling Stargate. Out pops an ugly hunk of machinery.
"A probe," Amy gasps.
"Correct," Sami now smiles mischievously
"What are you thinking?" Amy inquires cautiously. Sami smiling mischievously is always something to be treated with great caution
"Sending them a present," Sami says innocently.
"As in?" Amy shakes her head.
"I think they might need to blow their noses," Sami replies.
"Sami," Amy grins. "You are evil." She says this with great admiration.
"It might not be a SGC probe," Sami says.
"True," Amy nods. "Well, go get it. I'll entertain the probe.
"How?" Sami asks.
"Kitty left the piccolo here last time," Amy smiles. "I can play it."
"Off key and badly," Sami shakes her head.
"I'll make it sharper than usual," Amy promises. Sami runs through the house grabs a box of Kleenex and a roll of duct tape. Running back though the house she reemerges to find Amy treating the probe to a discordant concert of the piccolo. Sami duct tapes the Kleenex box to the probe. Her dogs mark it, and it gets the Stargate going to return to its origin point. Sami quickly notes down the symbols.
"So?" Amy asks raising an eyebrow.
"Lets," Sami nods.
"Excellent," Amy smiles. "I'll call Rach, you pack us up."
"You can carry your own damn books," Sami glares at her.
"Would I make you carry my books?" Amy asks innocently.
"Yes," is Sami's unequivocal reply. Amy pouts for a moment then heads back inside. Amy makes the arrangements to be gone for a couple of weeks, and Sami packs them both up. Checking the supplies Sami had packed, Amy adds in a twelve pack of soda and a couple more books. At the books Sami sees Amy adding she raises an eyebrow.
"Required reading," Amy glowers at the books.
"I didn't say anything," Sami states.
"Well you though it," Amy replies.
"But I didn't say anything," Sami states. "Let's get going."
"Alright," Amy follows her back outside. Rachael had taken care of Carson and Gin before so they didn't need to show them what to do. "Um. I just thought of something. We're going to SGC right?"
"As far as we know," Sami nods.
"Aren't we going to crash into the Iris?" Amy raises an eyebrow.
"All part of the adventure," Sami chuckles.
Amy steps though the Stargate first. Experiencing the sensation they had only read about was odd. Distinctly odd. The sensory deprivation and the feeling of falling wasn't that bad. The cold was beyond the worst torment ever devised. "Okay?" Sami asks a moment after she steps out. "Cold," Amy replies her teeth chattering. "Very cold. Not exactly my idea of a fun ride." "It wouldn't be, would it," Sami shakes her head. "So, what should we do?"
"Who are you guys, why are you here?" Jack O'Neill comes over to them. Looking around finally, Sami has to chuckle. All the military guys in fatigues, armed to the teeth, have their guns pointed at her and Amy. The smallest of them tops Amy's height by at least four inches, and out weighs her by at least twenty pounds. Both Sami and Amy are what charitable people call petite, though Amy generally called them scrawny. Amy's height is 5'4" and she didn't quite weigh 100 pounds. Sami, though smaller weighed more. Bringing her attention back to the conversation she finds Amy being belligerent.
"Just give him our names," Sami sighs.
"He threatened to kill us," Amy growls. "If he wants us to be cooperative then he shouldn't do that."
"I guess you're right," Sami nods. "It isn't really polite to do that, but we should be the mature ones, and set a good example. Besides, maybe here that is polite." She walks up, kicks him in the stomach and steals his gun.
"Since when have you known me to be the mature one ever?" Amy replies. "Maturity makes me sneeze."
"Yeah, yeah, yeah, you're allergic to maturity," Sami sighs.
"Are you going to answer our questions?" Jack asks.
"As soon as you apologize for being rude," Sami replies. "People would think you don't want us in here."
"I'll toss you in the brig," Jack threatens. Amy by now has an unholy grin on her face.
"Yeah, that's going to make us even more likely to co-operate," Sami sighs. "What would happen if you decided to toss Daniel somewhere that they served him food on a regular schedule, and left him alone to read? If you do that I'll never see my buddy again. Just apologize before she decides to annoy you."
"Too late," Jack drawls.
"Crumbs," Amy pouts. "He annoys too easily then. No fun."
"I'm Daniel Jackson," Daniel introduces himself.
"Amy Archer," Amy smiles and shake Daniel's hand. "My buddy, Sami Booker."
"Pleasure," Daniel shakes Sami's hand.
"How come you introduced yourself to her and not to me?" Jack asks.
"You threatened to shoot me," Amy grins. "I don't like it when people threaten me. He didn't threaten to shoot me. I answered him. A+B=C."
"Except when it equals F or G," Sami points out.
"True," Amy shrugs. "Still doesn't matter though. He was rude and
"We must never be wude, because wude is weak." Sami and she chorus. They look at each other and burst out laughing.
"Colonel O'Neill, what is that girl doing with your firearm?" Teal'c asks.
"She sucker punched me and stole it," Jack grumbles.
"Sir, she did not punch you," Amy sounds insulted. "She kicked you. There's a difference. Did you hit your head when you were on your last mission? Because you should really be able to tell the difference between punching and kicking. One uses the foot and the other one entails using the fist. One has a leg doing the work and the other has the arm doing the work."
"I know the difference," Jack states.
"Then why did you mix them up?" Amy asks. "If you know what the difference is, and can identify when one is happening and not the other, than you should have been able to tell the big guy that you were sucker kicked, and not sucker punched."
"I wasn't being literal," Jack states.
"Well, you malign my friends name," Amy replies. "If you are going to be rude, you might as well be correctly rude."
"It isn't rude when you are being truthful," Daniel states.
"But it is rude when you misrepresent the facts, such as the sucker remark. That would mean she didn't give him warning, or did it to his back," Amy states.
"But she didn't give him warning," Daniel states.
"She all but told him, I'm going to kick you, and she didn't do it from behind his back," Amy states.
"Great," Sami mutters to no one in particular. "He got her going."
"How?" Carter asks.
"He started an argument with her," Sami shakes her head. "Start an argument, and she doesn't stop until the other person agrees with her, or gives up. She's a little stubborn."
"Only a little," Amy smiles. "I believe standard procedure right now would be for you four to take us to the infirmary."