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Authors note and disclaimer are in chapter 2-can't be bothered to write them again. My brother is still damaging my mental health though.
Over breakfast.
The next morning, SG1 headed to breakfast at a farmhouse belonging to one of their welcome committee from the previous day. The head of the village had appointed Owain to be the "Visitors" guide while they were staying there.
After a short walk and much complaining (mainly from Daniel) about the state of their accommodation, they arrived at a typical thatched roofed cottage with smoke coming from a chimney. Behind the cottage, two barns could be seen, as well as a large field.
Owain's wife came out of the front door with a tea towel in her hands. SG1 didn't notice her because they were all too busy looking around the side of the cottage.
"Wow, they've got horses."
"I didn't know you liked horses Carter."
"Wow, they've got a pig sty."
"I am not familiar with the term 'pig sty' DanielJackson."
"Aren't Welsh people supposed to have sheep?" O'Neill asked scratching his head with the butt of his P-90.
"They are. And we do." Came a rich Welsh accent.
The Tau'ri jumped and turned around to look at the plump woman with a grin as big as a Cheshire cats. Teal'c raised an eyebrow.
"They're away up the hills, they live better up there. Fresher grass."
"You can speak English?" Asked Daniel.
"Aye, if that's what you call it, what do you think I'm speaking? I'm Mali; you can call me Molly. An' you'll be SG1." She turned and walked into the cottage. "The animals will be there when you've finished eating, but now your eggs is getting cold."
SG1 traipsed into the large, warm kitchen and seated themselves either side of the long, wooden table. Owain came down the stairs in the corner of the room, while Mali busied herself with the cooking.
"How do?" Asked their host, sitting next to Daniel.
"How do you know English?"
Owain laughed, "Daniel, you are a bag full of questions are you not? You taught us."
"Me?"
"Yes, you have forgotten because of the descending?"
"Uh, yeah."
"No matter, cariad." Molly smiled and placed a plate in front of him, "It will come back." She carried on handing out the plates.
"Is there anything we can do to help?" Sam asked as she received a plate.
"You could give around the cutlery if you must do something." She gave Sam a plate with wooden handled knifes and forks on it, then continued to make the food.
The auburn haired lady dished out the food to each person, some how she seemed to know the eating habits of SG1, giving Teal'c double of everything and Jack two boiled eggs with toasted soldiers to dip in them, Daniel had no beans and Sam had extra sausages. After she had finished filling their plates she produced another and put toasted soldiers, a sausage and a boiled egg without it's top on to the plate. She then placed it at the end of the table nearest the door.
"What's that for?" Inquired Sam.
"Shh. Watch and wait." Replied Owain as Molly opened the door letting the cool breeze get in. "Eat up, don't want it getting cold now do we."
During the meal they talked about the Eisteddfod, a Welsh festival that would be happening the week after next and how the Welsh people on Earth had the same festival. Half way through a grubby hand reached up from under the table and started groping around for the plate.
Molly was sitting nearest the plate; she pushed the plate away from the protruding hand so that the person had to reach further to get to it, thus giving Mali enough space on the wrist to get a firm hold. A small grunt was given and the figure crawled up from under the table still held by Mali who was now standing up. It was the same girl from in the forest.
"Now bach, you don't eat till you have clean hands an' antisocial behaviour ain't gettin' you nowhere."
The girl just glared at her. Mali pushed the teenager to sit down on the bench next to Jack; she then went to a cupboard and got out a big bowl. She filled the bowl full of water and fetched a cloth and some material. Setting the bowl down on the table she proceeded to pick up one of the girl's hands and unravel a dirty, bloodstained bandage. As she bathed and dressed the cuts on the one hand the girl would try and eat with the other, occasionally being slapped on the hand, she then swapped hands and the routine continued. SG1 watched with amusement at the pairs' interaction.
When Mali had finished, the girl gave her full attention to the food on her plate. She wolfed down the now cold breakfast and almost started to lick the plate clean when Owain grabbed it off her.
"Mind your manners, Daniel's back and he brought his friends."
"Yeah we met." Smiled Jack. Sitting the closest, he could see the cuts and bruises covering her body, the pain in her beautiful grey eyes, it wasn't right. No one should have to go through anything that would make her like this. He wanted to help; he wanted to know why.
The girl stared at Jack; she looked pensive as she studied his face. She decided he was safe and moved closer.
"That's quite an achievement, it took us months to get her to trust us. An' now she only really trusts Mali." Sighed Owain.
"Doesn't she mind you talking about her like this when she's here?" Asked Sam.
"She is like a little child, when she's concentrating on something really hard, she drowns out the things going on around her like now." The girl had found the Colonel's cap and was playing with it. "We're not sure she even understands what we say."
"Sometimes it seems that she only understands the tone of voice used." Added Mali. "We've tried Welsh as well but she is still unresponsive."
"She doesn't talk?" Asked Daniel.
"It's a psychological thing Danny, she's obviously gone through something that has traumatised her." He took the hat from the girl's hands and put it on her head.
"I know what it is Jack." Daniel whispered.
"Sorry Daniel, I forgot."
"It's okay."
"Hey, come back with my hat!" He shouted, the girl had gotten up from the table and run out of the door laughing.
Authors note and disclaimer are in chapter 2-can't be bothered to write them again. My brother is still damaging my mental health though.
Over breakfast.
The next morning, SG1 headed to breakfast at a farmhouse belonging to one of their welcome committee from the previous day. The head of the village had appointed Owain to be the "Visitors" guide while they were staying there.
After a short walk and much complaining (mainly from Daniel) about the state of their accommodation, they arrived at a typical thatched roofed cottage with smoke coming from a chimney. Behind the cottage, two barns could be seen, as well as a large field.
Owain's wife came out of the front door with a tea towel in her hands. SG1 didn't notice her because they were all too busy looking around the side of the cottage.
"Wow, they've got horses."
"I didn't know you liked horses Carter."
"Wow, they've got a pig sty."
"I am not familiar with the term 'pig sty' DanielJackson."
"Aren't Welsh people supposed to have sheep?" O'Neill asked scratching his head with the butt of his P-90.
"They are. And we do." Came a rich Welsh accent.
The Tau'ri jumped and turned around to look at the plump woman with a grin as big as a Cheshire cats. Teal'c raised an eyebrow.
"They're away up the hills, they live better up there. Fresher grass."
"You can speak English?" Asked Daniel.
"Aye, if that's what you call it, what do you think I'm speaking? I'm Mali; you can call me Molly. An' you'll be SG1." She turned and walked into the cottage. "The animals will be there when you've finished eating, but now your eggs is getting cold."
SG1 traipsed into the large, warm kitchen and seated themselves either side of the long, wooden table. Owain came down the stairs in the corner of the room, while Mali busied herself with the cooking.
"How do?" Asked their host, sitting next to Daniel.
"How do you know English?"
Owain laughed, "Daniel, you are a bag full of questions are you not? You taught us."
"Me?"
"Yes, you have forgotten because of the descending?"
"Uh, yeah."
"No matter, cariad." Molly smiled and placed a plate in front of him, "It will come back." She carried on handing out the plates.
"Is there anything we can do to help?" Sam asked as she received a plate.
"You could give around the cutlery if you must do something." She gave Sam a plate with wooden handled knifes and forks on it, then continued to make the food.
The auburn haired lady dished out the food to each person, some how she seemed to know the eating habits of SG1, giving Teal'c double of everything and Jack two boiled eggs with toasted soldiers to dip in them, Daniel had no beans and Sam had extra sausages. After she had finished filling their plates she produced another and put toasted soldiers, a sausage and a boiled egg without it's top on to the plate. She then placed it at the end of the table nearest the door.
"What's that for?" Inquired Sam.
"Shh. Watch and wait." Replied Owain as Molly opened the door letting the cool breeze get in. "Eat up, don't want it getting cold now do we."
During the meal they talked about the Eisteddfod, a Welsh festival that would be happening the week after next and how the Welsh people on Earth had the same festival. Half way through a grubby hand reached up from under the table and started groping around for the plate.
Molly was sitting nearest the plate; she pushed the plate away from the protruding hand so that the person had to reach further to get to it, thus giving Mali enough space on the wrist to get a firm hold. A small grunt was given and the figure crawled up from under the table still held by Mali who was now standing up. It was the same girl from in the forest.
"Now bach, you don't eat till you have clean hands an' antisocial behaviour ain't gettin' you nowhere."
The girl just glared at her. Mali pushed the teenager to sit down on the bench next to Jack; she then went to a cupboard and got out a big bowl. She filled the bowl full of water and fetched a cloth and some material. Setting the bowl down on the table she proceeded to pick up one of the girl's hands and unravel a dirty, bloodstained bandage. As she bathed and dressed the cuts on the one hand the girl would try and eat with the other, occasionally being slapped on the hand, she then swapped hands and the routine continued. SG1 watched with amusement at the pairs' interaction.
When Mali had finished, the girl gave her full attention to the food on her plate. She wolfed down the now cold breakfast and almost started to lick the plate clean when Owain grabbed it off her.
"Mind your manners, Daniel's back and he brought his friends."
"Yeah we met." Smiled Jack. Sitting the closest, he could see the cuts and bruises covering her body, the pain in her beautiful grey eyes, it wasn't right. No one should have to go through anything that would make her like this. He wanted to help; he wanted to know why.
The girl stared at Jack; she looked pensive as she studied his face. She decided he was safe and moved closer.
"That's quite an achievement, it took us months to get her to trust us. An' now she only really trusts Mali." Sighed Owain.
"Doesn't she mind you talking about her like this when she's here?" Asked Sam.
"She is like a little child, when she's concentrating on something really hard, she drowns out the things going on around her like now." The girl had found the Colonel's cap and was playing with it. "We're not sure she even understands what we say."
"Sometimes it seems that she only understands the tone of voice used." Added Mali. "We've tried Welsh as well but she is still unresponsive."
"She doesn't talk?" Asked Daniel.
"It's a psychological thing Danny, she's obviously gone through something that has traumatised her." He took the hat from the girl's hands and put it on her head.
"I know what it is Jack." Daniel whispered.
"Sorry Daniel, I forgot."
"It's okay."
"Hey, come back with my hat!" He shouted, the girl had gotten up from the table and run out of the door laughing.