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I don't own Stargate. I own Amy, and borrow Sami. Suing me will get you squat, since I am broke.
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"Sami," Daniel greets Sami.
"I'm out?" she hops up and catches her tennis ball. She stuffs it into her duffle bag and stands up, looking at him expectantly.
"You're out," Daniel smiles.
"Yippee," Sami squeals. "I'm out, I'm out." She sing songs and dances around as she repacks her bag. "So, you got Ames yet?"
"Not yet," Daniel says smiling at her antics.
"Wanted my help?" Sami slings her bags over her shoulder. "You guys going to give me my walking stick back?"
"If you want it," Daniel shrugs. Strange walking sticks. They turned out to be metal reinforced
"Bad knees," Sami says.
"Not anymore," Daniel contradicts her, remembering the debacle that started the whole business.
"True," Sami smiles. They walk to the ISO room four. The guards look happy, and comment that the tennis ball stopped.
"That's my girl," Sami smiles. She had been expecting Amy to use the tennis ball torture on them. Amy, though she always seemed mild mannered, didn't like being told what to do.
"You knew she would do that?" Daniel asks.
"She has a very short attention span at time," Sami shrugs. She really doesn't feel like hauling Understanding Amy out of her backpack. And it would take a full reading to be able to figure her out. They open the door to find Amy mid-rotation on a flip.
"Amy," Sami calls. Amy loses concentration, and has to save herself with a handspring. A trick Sami smiles at, and Daniel seems amazed at. Sami knows it's only showing off so she doesn't feel bad.
"Samantha Ashley," Amy growls. "How many times have I asked you not to do that?"
"747," Sami replies pertly.
"Will it do me any good to ask you to not do that again?" Amy replies.
"Nope," Sami shrugs.
"Why do I even bother?" Amy mutters. "Dr. Jackson, to what do I owe this pleasure?" She 'Amy glares' at him. Not quite threatening, but slightly annoyed. When she wants to, Sami knows she can glare, and have people shaking in their spaceboots, but she rarely utilizes her skills of threatening. A pity. It always amuses Sami, since the vast majority of humans are susceptible to her glare, and they mostly outweigh her.
"You're being released," Daniel replies.
"Thank God," Amy mutters.
"Thought it would be harder," Sami states.
"It would, but you forgot one thing," Amy shrugs.
"Daniel, how about getting us our staffs back, pronto," Sami suggests.
"Okay," Daniel frowns. He gets the two sticks back, and then escorts the two small ladies to the gym. They look at the protective padding for a second before going to stand in the center of the room
"C'mon, lazy," Sami calls.
"Whatever, grinch," Amy shifts slightly clumsily into a fighting position.
"How much?" Sami asks.
"Yield," Amy smiles. Sami nods. She swings at Amy who bounces out of the way. Watching the two women, Daniel notices their different fighting styles. Sami is more direct, though sneaky at some points. Amy seems to prefer the wear the opponent out and keeps Sami moving. And the clumsy fighting stance is a blind. Amy's as good or nearly as good as Sami, and Sami could give Teal'c a run for his money.
After about a half hour, Sami finally flips the staff away from Amy, and places her staff across Amy's throat.
"Yield," Sami demands.
"I yield," Amy says. Sami takes the staff away from her neck, and Amy flips onto her feet. Closing her eyes, she breathes in as she wipes the sweat from her forehead. "Much better. Let's head to our bedrooms."
"Gonna take us?" Sami asks Daniel.
"Sure, we still want to ask you some questions," Daniel cautions.
"Check," Amy nods. Daniel escorts them to the VIP rooms. Amy drops her duffle bags on the floor of hers then goes to Sami's. Daniel's gone off to do his own work, leaving the two to their discussion.
I don't own Stargate. I own Amy, and borrow Sami. Suing me will get you squat, since I am broke.
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"Sami," Daniel greets Sami.
"I'm out?" she hops up and catches her tennis ball. She stuffs it into her duffle bag and stands up, looking at him expectantly.
"You're out," Daniel smiles.
"Yippee," Sami squeals. "I'm out, I'm out." She sing songs and dances around as she repacks her bag. "So, you got Ames yet?"
"Not yet," Daniel says smiling at her antics.
"Wanted my help?" Sami slings her bags over her shoulder. "You guys going to give me my walking stick back?"
"If you want it," Daniel shrugs. Strange walking sticks. They turned out to be metal reinforced
"Bad knees," Sami says.
"Not anymore," Daniel contradicts her, remembering the debacle that started the whole business.
"True," Sami smiles. They walk to the ISO room four. The guards look happy, and comment that the tennis ball stopped.
"That's my girl," Sami smiles. She had been expecting Amy to use the tennis ball torture on them. Amy, though she always seemed mild mannered, didn't like being told what to do.
"You knew she would do that?" Daniel asks.
"She has a very short attention span at time," Sami shrugs. She really doesn't feel like hauling Understanding Amy out of her backpack. And it would take a full reading to be able to figure her out. They open the door to find Amy mid-rotation on a flip.
"Amy," Sami calls. Amy loses concentration, and has to save herself with a handspring. A trick Sami smiles at, and Daniel seems amazed at. Sami knows it's only showing off so she doesn't feel bad.
"Samantha Ashley," Amy growls. "How many times have I asked you not to do that?"
"747," Sami replies pertly.
"Will it do me any good to ask you to not do that again?" Amy replies.
"Nope," Sami shrugs.
"Why do I even bother?" Amy mutters. "Dr. Jackson, to what do I owe this pleasure?" She 'Amy glares' at him. Not quite threatening, but slightly annoyed. When she wants to, Sami knows she can glare, and have people shaking in their spaceboots, but she rarely utilizes her skills of threatening. A pity. It always amuses Sami, since the vast majority of humans are susceptible to her glare, and they mostly outweigh her.
"You're being released," Daniel replies.
"Thank God," Amy mutters.
"Thought it would be harder," Sami states.
"It would, but you forgot one thing," Amy shrugs.
"Daniel, how about getting us our staffs back, pronto," Sami suggests.
"Okay," Daniel frowns. He gets the two sticks back, and then escorts the two small ladies to the gym. They look at the protective padding for a second before going to stand in the center of the room
"C'mon, lazy," Sami calls.
"Whatever, grinch," Amy shifts slightly clumsily into a fighting position.
"How much?" Sami asks.
"Yield," Amy smiles. Sami nods. She swings at Amy who bounces out of the way. Watching the two women, Daniel notices their different fighting styles. Sami is more direct, though sneaky at some points. Amy seems to prefer the wear the opponent out and keeps Sami moving. And the clumsy fighting stance is a blind. Amy's as good or nearly as good as Sami, and Sami could give Teal'c a run for his money.
After about a half hour, Sami finally flips the staff away from Amy, and places her staff across Amy's throat.
"Yield," Sami demands.
"I yield," Amy says. Sami takes the staff away from her neck, and Amy flips onto her feet. Closing her eyes, she breathes in as she wipes the sweat from her forehead. "Much better. Let's head to our bedrooms."
"Gonna take us?" Sami asks Daniel.
"Sure, we still want to ask you some questions," Daniel cautions.
"Check," Amy nods. Daniel escorts them to the VIP rooms. Amy drops her duffle bags on the floor of hers then goes to Sami's. Daniel's gone off to do his own work, leaving the two to their discussion.