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letting me bounce ideas off of. This is the last chapter written in first
person.
Disclaimer. Still don't own Stargate. I do own Amy, and borrow Sami.
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As I walk into the isolation room, Amy stands up to greet me.
"Daniel," she bows slightly. "What's up?
"The guards would appreciate it if you would stop throwing the ball against the door," I reply
"Maybe," she smiles. "Alright," I nod.
"Sami?" she tilts her head.
"She's fine, threatening us, but fine," I reply. Sami seems as protective as Jack. Amy doesn't seem to mind that much though.
"Rampaging?" Amy laughs.
"Something like that," I nod. She laughs and hops onto the bed.
"So," Amy smiles. "What questions do you have for me?"
"Well, we want to know what you intend to do here?" I start.
"Explore, adventure," Amy shrugs. "Check things out. See what happens."
"So you're not sure," I state.
"Yes I am," Amy replies. "Mostly going on vacation. We never really have a plan for excursions. Also, Sami wanted me out of town, and this is the best way to get me away."
"Invading a military base?" I ask.
"I didn't know it was a military base," Amy shakes her head. "We just figured it would be interesting."
"Why would Sami want to get you out of town?" I inquire.
"I've been working to hard," Amy smiles. "She believes in these weird things called rest and relaxation. I keep having to have her define them for me."
"Jack's the same way," I admit.
"Strange people," Amy shrugs. "Jack try to protect you from everything?"
"Pretty much," I nod. She sits on the bed and swings her legs off the side.
"Sami says 'What car?'" I remember.
"Tell her the red one, can't she see it?" Amy states. "Any other messages?"
"Page 26 volume three," I state.
"Dang, um," Amy closes her eyes for a moment. "Accessing." She sits completely still. "Page 45 volume seven." She smiles opening her eyes.
"What were you activating?" I inquire.
"My memory," Amy frowns. "I said that out loud didn't I?"
"You did," I nod. "So what's with the page numbers?"
"We're using two series' of books for an argument, and she's telling me where to look for my challenges," Amy shrugs.
"So you're sending arguments through me?" I inquire, smiling.
"Well, since you're interviewing us both," Amy shrugs. "I hate stopping our nightly debates."
"You do this kind of thing often?" I ask.
"When possible," Amy shrugs.
"The test result came back," I state. "You two are officially not Goa'uld."
"I'm so pleased," Amy smirks. "And surprised"
"You're being sarcastic," I say.
"No I'm not," she shakes her head. She smiles at me innocently.
"You are," I reply. I don't fall for it. She's definitely being sarcastic. And if I don't know sarcasm after working with Jack O'Neill for this long, then no one does.
"Not admitting anything," she grins. She's always smiling, or grinning, no matter how intrusive the questions are.
"So, why don't we play twenty questions," Amy suggests. "You've probably got more, so."
"I do," I admit.
"Fire away," she nods. I question her for a little longer. She escorts me to the door, and as it closes behind her, I hear the arrhythmic ker thunk of the tennis ball hitting the door.
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Disclaimer. Still don't own Stargate. I do own Amy, and borrow Sami.
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As I walk into the isolation room, Amy stands up to greet me.
"Daniel," she bows slightly. "What's up?
"The guards would appreciate it if you would stop throwing the ball against the door," I reply
"Maybe," she smiles. "Alright," I nod.
"Sami?" she tilts her head.
"She's fine, threatening us, but fine," I reply. Sami seems as protective as Jack. Amy doesn't seem to mind that much though.
"Rampaging?" Amy laughs.
"Something like that," I nod. She laughs and hops onto the bed.
"So," Amy smiles. "What questions do you have for me?"
"Well, we want to know what you intend to do here?" I start.
"Explore, adventure," Amy shrugs. "Check things out. See what happens."
"So you're not sure," I state.
"Yes I am," Amy replies. "Mostly going on vacation. We never really have a plan for excursions. Also, Sami wanted me out of town, and this is the best way to get me away."
"Invading a military base?" I ask.
"I didn't know it was a military base," Amy shakes her head. "We just figured it would be interesting."
"Why would Sami want to get you out of town?" I inquire.
"I've been working to hard," Amy smiles. "She believes in these weird things called rest and relaxation. I keep having to have her define them for me."
"Jack's the same way," I admit.
"Strange people," Amy shrugs. "Jack try to protect you from everything?"
"Pretty much," I nod. She sits on the bed and swings her legs off the side.
"Sami says 'What car?'" I remember.
"Tell her the red one, can't she see it?" Amy states. "Any other messages?"
"Page 26 volume three," I state.
"Dang, um," Amy closes her eyes for a moment. "Accessing." She sits completely still. "Page 45 volume seven." She smiles opening her eyes.
"What were you activating?" I inquire.
"My memory," Amy frowns. "I said that out loud didn't I?"
"You did," I nod. "So what's with the page numbers?"
"We're using two series' of books for an argument, and she's telling me where to look for my challenges," Amy shrugs.
"So you're sending arguments through me?" I inquire, smiling.
"Well, since you're interviewing us both," Amy shrugs. "I hate stopping our nightly debates."
"You do this kind of thing often?" I ask.
"When possible," Amy shrugs.
"The test result came back," I state. "You two are officially not Goa'uld."
"I'm so pleased," Amy smirks. "And surprised"
"You're being sarcastic," I say.
"No I'm not," she shakes her head. She smiles at me innocently.
"You are," I reply. I don't fall for it. She's definitely being sarcastic. And if I don't know sarcasm after working with Jack O'Neill for this long, then no one does.
"Not admitting anything," she grins. She's always smiling, or grinning, no matter how intrusive the questions are.
"So, why don't we play twenty questions," Amy suggests. "You've probably got more, so."
"I do," I admit.
"Fire away," she nods. I question her for a little longer. She escorts me to the door, and as it closes behind her, I hear the arrhythmic ker thunk of the tennis ball hitting the door.
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