Sorry to any welsh speakers because the welsh might not be right-I never
paid attention in that class! Please review.
Adoption.
Dr. Fraiser walked out of the private room Brianna was sleeping in.
"She'll be fine." She assured SG1 and General Hammond. "She's fine physically, mentally she has regressed. I think that one of you should be with her at all times."
The General nodded. "Major, would you like first shift?"
"Yes Sir." She smiled and walked into the room closing the door behind her.
"How is she really Doctor?" Hammond asked.
"She could be worse Sir, I think she'll recover sooner than before because she does remember us. Sir she is still a child, she doesn't know how to be a teenager so until she learns she'll act like a child, a very powerful child but she should learn quickly."
"I understand Doctor. I think I should have a word with Major Carter about adoption, Sam deserves a family and the way she's been acting lately I think she needs one." He opened the door quietly and walked in.
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Two weeks later.
Ding dong!
"Could you get that for me?" Sam shouted from kitchen.
Brianna walked slowly to the door and undid the latch. She opened the door a crack and peered around.
"Hey, um is Sam there?" A man asked looking a bit confused.
Brianna pulled the door open all the way and started running up the stairs screaming, "SSSSSSSSAAAAAAAAMMMMMMM!!! It's for you!"
"Pete!" Sam said startled as she walked into the hall. "I thought you were working on a case."
"I was but I'm not now. Who was that?" He asked pointing up the stairs.
"That's Brianna, come in and sit down." She smiled. "It's a long story."
"Sam." Brianna whispered around the door.
"Bri?" Sam smirked to herself, she's was going to have a hard time explaining to Pete why her new adopted daughter is scared of him.
"Can I go around Jack's?"
"Sure, you remember his number?" They had spent hours teaching her to use all kinds of pieces of technology, the result-she is only allowed to use the phone and the TV, anything else is dangerous!
"Uh huh." She nodded.
"Good, you phone him then." She pulled the girl from behind the door and shoved her towards the phone.
Brianna looked nervously at Pete then walked to the other side of the room, grabbed the handset and crouched behind an armchair.
Pete looked questioningly at Sam who shrugged. He was even more confused when she started talking in a weird language.
"Nawr Jack, os gwelwch yn dda? (Now Jack, please?)"
"Why are you so eager to come around here?" Jack asked.
"Dw I ddim yn hoffi cariadfab gyda Sam. (I don't like Sam's boyfriend.)"
"You haven't talked to him yet have you?"
"Na, ond... (No, but...)"
"No buts, but if you feel that way I'll come and get you. Let me talk to Sam."
Brianna got up and handed the phone to her adopted mother.
"Hey Sir."
"Hey Carter, um if it's okay with you I'll take her off your hands for the day."
"Thanks Sir, I have to explain to Pete the whole situation."
"No problem. What time do you want her back?"
Sam turned to Brianna. "What time do you want to be back?"
She shrugged, "Naw o'gloch."
"No way, earlier than nine." Sam said, luckily Jack had taught her times and basic welsh phrases.
"Saith?"
"How about seven Sir?"
"Sounds good, I'll be there soon."
"Bye." She said and hung up.
"Bri, go get ready. Have a drink before you go!" She yelled after the girl who had shot out of the room.
Adoption.
Dr. Fraiser walked out of the private room Brianna was sleeping in.
"She'll be fine." She assured SG1 and General Hammond. "She's fine physically, mentally she has regressed. I think that one of you should be with her at all times."
The General nodded. "Major, would you like first shift?"
"Yes Sir." She smiled and walked into the room closing the door behind her.
"How is she really Doctor?" Hammond asked.
"She could be worse Sir, I think she'll recover sooner than before because she does remember us. Sir she is still a child, she doesn't know how to be a teenager so until she learns she'll act like a child, a very powerful child but she should learn quickly."
"I understand Doctor. I think I should have a word with Major Carter about adoption, Sam deserves a family and the way she's been acting lately I think she needs one." He opened the door quietly and walked in.
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Two weeks later.
Ding dong!
"Could you get that for me?" Sam shouted from kitchen.
Brianna walked slowly to the door and undid the latch. She opened the door a crack and peered around.
"Hey, um is Sam there?" A man asked looking a bit confused.
Brianna pulled the door open all the way and started running up the stairs screaming, "SSSSSSSSAAAAAAAAMMMMMMM!!! It's for you!"
"Pete!" Sam said startled as she walked into the hall. "I thought you were working on a case."
"I was but I'm not now. Who was that?" He asked pointing up the stairs.
"That's Brianna, come in and sit down." She smiled. "It's a long story."
"Sam." Brianna whispered around the door.
"Bri?" Sam smirked to herself, she's was going to have a hard time explaining to Pete why her new adopted daughter is scared of him.
"Can I go around Jack's?"
"Sure, you remember his number?" They had spent hours teaching her to use all kinds of pieces of technology, the result-she is only allowed to use the phone and the TV, anything else is dangerous!
"Uh huh." She nodded.
"Good, you phone him then." She pulled the girl from behind the door and shoved her towards the phone.
Brianna looked nervously at Pete then walked to the other side of the room, grabbed the handset and crouched behind an armchair.
Pete looked questioningly at Sam who shrugged. He was even more confused when she started talking in a weird language.
"Nawr Jack, os gwelwch yn dda? (Now Jack, please?)"
"Why are you so eager to come around here?" Jack asked.
"Dw I ddim yn hoffi cariadfab gyda Sam. (I don't like Sam's boyfriend.)"
"You haven't talked to him yet have you?"
"Na, ond... (No, but...)"
"No buts, but if you feel that way I'll come and get you. Let me talk to Sam."
Brianna got up and handed the phone to her adopted mother.
"Hey Sir."
"Hey Carter, um if it's okay with you I'll take her off your hands for the day."
"Thanks Sir, I have to explain to Pete the whole situation."
"No problem. What time do you want her back?"
Sam turned to Brianna. "What time do you want to be back?"
She shrugged, "Naw o'gloch."
"No way, earlier than nine." Sam said, luckily Jack had taught her times and basic welsh phrases.
"Saith?"
"How about seven Sir?"
"Sounds good, I'll be there soon."
"Bye." She said and hung up.
"Bri, go get ready. Have a drink before you go!" She yelled after the girl who had shot out of the room.