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"So, we're here," Amy observes, pulling a pillow from Sami's bed and hugging it to her chest. "What should we do?"
"Help them out," Sami shrugs. "All of them."
"Even Jack?" Amy pouts.
"You really don't like him do you?" Sami asks curiously. "You two are so alike, I figured you two would get along great."
"To much alike," Amy shrugs. "I'll give him another chance, but that's about it."
"Good," Sami says. "And if he decides to lose that chance, then it's his own fault that we don't help him."
"True," Amy nods. "he tries my patience though. He's like an annoying mix of you and me."
"Daniel's even more gorgeous than I thought he'd be," Sami smiles.
"Totally, you going after him?" Amy smiles.
"Nah. Not my type. Good landscape though," Sami states. "You should though."
"No thanks," Amy shrugs. "So, you figured out when we are?"
"Not yet," Sami replies. "You got us not disappearing after twenty four hours figured out?"
"A baseline theory," Amy shrugs. "I'll talk about it later, I'm still ironing out the details."
"Cool," Sami nods. "Ready to get someone to show us around?"
"Sure," Amy shrugs. "The military guy who has to follow us?"
"No, I was thinking, you sniff out the biggest supply of books and see if it's what I think it is."
"Sounds good to me," Amy shrugs. Like Sami's sometimes true dreams, and their empathy with people close to them Amy had an uncanny ability to find things, especially books. A good thing, Sami believed, since Amy's organization habits left something to be desired. A lot to be desired, besides her bookcase, Amy's room usually needed a condemned sign to warn people. Sami had hung one once. Amy was NOT amused. Sami had had to do some serious groveling to get Amy in a good mood again. And Amy had being pissed to a science. But, luckily, Sami had making Amy happy again down to a science. A little bit of properly administered chocolate, control of the T.V. and Sami didn't have to worry about Amy invading the kitchen to make her own meals. Being friends for nine years did have it's advantages, and luckily Amy didn't get angry all that often anyway.
"Sami chan?" Amy looks curiously at her smaller red haired friend. "You waiting for an engraved invite?"
"Sorry," Sami stands up. "Drifted."
"De nada," Amy says. "Come on, I think I got it figured out." They wander down the various corridors for a few minutes before stopping in front of Dr. Jackson's office. They pay no attention to the military escort they had been provided.
"Hello," Sami smiles entering Daniel's office.
"How did you find me?" Daniel asks.
"Amy," Sami says cryptically. Amy's already started going through the titles on the shelves.
"Ooo," Amy grins, her fingers drifting softly over the covers, like silk on skin. "I haven't read half of these."
"We've lost her," Sami sighs. "Amy, before you head to la la land, let's see if the nice owner of the books will give us a tour of the place.
"I guess," Daniel says. "I mean."
"That's wrong," Amy says looking at the paper at the top of the pile on his desk. "It should say 'at the height of summer, when day is night.'"
"And you would know this how?" Daniel asks.
"One of my languages," Amy shrugs. "Gaelic, you know."
"Oh," Daniel says. "You're a linguist?"
"I dabble," Amy shrugs. "So does Sami."
"It's fun," Sami says.
"So, tour?" Amy asks.
"C'mon," Daniel leads them through the area's of the base that they had been cleared for, skipping the infirmary. He didn't feel up to another episode of let's heal something. Amy and Sami oo and ah at the appropriate parts, and have a good time. They finish the tour in Sam's lab.
"Hi," Amy says looking around at all the equipment.
"Hello, I didn't get to talk to you earlier," Sam says.
"Nope," Amy nods. "What's this?" She holds up an odd looking piece of equipment.
"That measures the naquadah in the soil," Sam says. "Please don't touch."
"So," Sami says. "You're the scientist, and Daniel's the brain. So Teal'c and Colonel O'Neill are the muscle."
"More than that," Sam says. Amy mutters something and Sami ignores it. "
"Amy, you got the alt un figured yet?" Sami asks.
"I think so," Amy says. "Do you really think they want to listen to it?"
"Sure," Sam nods.
"It's not, math backed up or anything," Amy blushes. "But what I think is, that since as far as we know, the Stargate wasn't found in our world, either through it not being there or it not being discovered in the first place, the dig on this world caused our ancestors either to not meet, or to meet late enough that they couldn't marry or have kids, so we weren't born on this world at all."
"Why do you think that?" Sam asks.
"We don't have any record on this world, so we weren't born, and our parents didn't register either," Amy says. "We simply can't exist, because of the whole twenty four hour disappearing thing, so since that's the logical difference I figure that's the answer."
"Seems sound to me," Sam nods.
"Of course, I'm no scientist," Amy states. "Me and conventional, math applied science do not mix at all."
"I still don't see why you can't do math," Sami says. "It's easy."
"So's remembering dates. And yet that skill seems to elude you," Amy shrugs. "I'm"
"Hungry," Sami choruses with her.
I promise, it will pick up in the next chapter, and I hope you enjoyed this. Please review
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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"So, we're here," Amy observes, pulling a pillow from Sami's bed and hugging it to her chest. "What should we do?"
"Help them out," Sami shrugs. "All of them."
"Even Jack?" Amy pouts.
"You really don't like him do you?" Sami asks curiously. "You two are so alike, I figured you two would get along great."
"To much alike," Amy shrugs. "I'll give him another chance, but that's about it."
"Good," Sami says. "And if he decides to lose that chance, then it's his own fault that we don't help him."
"True," Amy nods. "he tries my patience though. He's like an annoying mix of you and me."
"Daniel's even more gorgeous than I thought he'd be," Sami smiles.
"Totally, you going after him?" Amy smiles.
"Nah. Not my type. Good landscape though," Sami states. "You should though."
"No thanks," Amy shrugs. "So, you figured out when we are?"
"Not yet," Sami replies. "You got us not disappearing after twenty four hours figured out?"
"A baseline theory," Amy shrugs. "I'll talk about it later, I'm still ironing out the details."
"Cool," Sami nods. "Ready to get someone to show us around?"
"Sure," Amy shrugs. "The military guy who has to follow us?"
"No, I was thinking, you sniff out the biggest supply of books and see if it's what I think it is."
"Sounds good to me," Amy shrugs. Like Sami's sometimes true dreams, and their empathy with people close to them Amy had an uncanny ability to find things, especially books. A good thing, Sami believed, since Amy's organization habits left something to be desired. A lot to be desired, besides her bookcase, Amy's room usually needed a condemned sign to warn people. Sami had hung one once. Amy was NOT amused. Sami had had to do some serious groveling to get Amy in a good mood again. And Amy had being pissed to a science. But, luckily, Sami had making Amy happy again down to a science. A little bit of properly administered chocolate, control of the T.V. and Sami didn't have to worry about Amy invading the kitchen to make her own meals. Being friends for nine years did have it's advantages, and luckily Amy didn't get angry all that often anyway.
"Sami chan?" Amy looks curiously at her smaller red haired friend. "You waiting for an engraved invite?"
"Sorry," Sami stands up. "Drifted."
"De nada," Amy says. "Come on, I think I got it figured out." They wander down the various corridors for a few minutes before stopping in front of Dr. Jackson's office. They pay no attention to the military escort they had been provided.
"Hello," Sami smiles entering Daniel's office.
"How did you find me?" Daniel asks.
"Amy," Sami says cryptically. Amy's already started going through the titles on the shelves.
"Ooo," Amy grins, her fingers drifting softly over the covers, like silk on skin. "I haven't read half of these."
"We've lost her," Sami sighs. "Amy, before you head to la la land, let's see if the nice owner of the books will give us a tour of the place.
"I guess," Daniel says. "I mean."
"That's wrong," Amy says looking at the paper at the top of the pile on his desk. "It should say 'at the height of summer, when day is night.'"
"And you would know this how?" Daniel asks.
"One of my languages," Amy shrugs. "Gaelic, you know."
"Oh," Daniel says. "You're a linguist?"
"I dabble," Amy shrugs. "So does Sami."
"It's fun," Sami says.
"So, tour?" Amy asks.
"C'mon," Daniel leads them through the area's of the base that they had been cleared for, skipping the infirmary. He didn't feel up to another episode of let's heal something. Amy and Sami oo and ah at the appropriate parts, and have a good time. They finish the tour in Sam's lab.
"Hi," Amy says looking around at all the equipment.
"Hello, I didn't get to talk to you earlier," Sam says.
"Nope," Amy nods. "What's this?" She holds up an odd looking piece of equipment.
"That measures the naquadah in the soil," Sam says. "Please don't touch."
"So," Sami says. "You're the scientist, and Daniel's the brain. So Teal'c and Colonel O'Neill are the muscle."
"More than that," Sam says. Amy mutters something and Sami ignores it. "
"Amy, you got the alt un figured yet?" Sami asks.
"I think so," Amy says. "Do you really think they want to listen to it?"
"Sure," Sam nods.
"It's not, math backed up or anything," Amy blushes. "But what I think is, that since as far as we know, the Stargate wasn't found in our world, either through it not being there or it not being discovered in the first place, the dig on this world caused our ancestors either to not meet, or to meet late enough that they couldn't marry or have kids, so we weren't born on this world at all."
"Why do you think that?" Sam asks.
"We don't have any record on this world, so we weren't born, and our parents didn't register either," Amy says. "We simply can't exist, because of the whole twenty four hour disappearing thing, so since that's the logical difference I figure that's the answer."
"Seems sound to me," Sam nods.
"Of course, I'm no scientist," Amy states. "Me and conventional, math applied science do not mix at all."
"I still don't see why you can't do math," Sami says. "It's easy."
"So's remembering dates. And yet that skill seems to elude you," Amy shrugs. "I'm"
"Hungry," Sami choruses with her.
I promise, it will pick up in the next chapter, and I hope you enjoyed this. Please review