::Stupid beer. I should never let Daniel get me beer.::
The voice was familiar, and cranky. Really cranky. Sam groaned and dragged herself into something resembling consciousness. One glance showed that she was in the brig of the SGC. Or at least something as grey and depressing as the SGC brig.
::Flat beer. Daniel is so--::
::I'm stuck in another universe, and you're drinking beer?::
There was dead silence in her brain, and she took the moment to sit up on the uncomfortable cot they'd left her on. She rubbed at the crick in her neck. Definitely the SGC's brig.
::Carter!::
::That's my name, sir, don't wear it out.::
::Well, you're grumpy.::
::You're drinking beer! And not even worrying about me.:: She glared at the opposite wall, wishing she could glare at him.
::I'm simply fully aware that you can take care of yourself, Carter.::
::Gosh, that makes me feel so special.:: Ok. So maybe that was going over the top a little bit. But he didn't have to agree with Daniel's suggestion. Next time, HE could be the damn guinea pig.
::I wouldn't trust you with my life if I thought you weren't capable.::
Oh. She knew she was blushing, but she didn't care. She sighed. ::Sorry. I just feel... irritated when I'm locked in our brig--well, not ours. But a different SGC's in a mirror universe. Although I think this one is closer to -- never mind. I'm just bored...::
::...should I get you some crosswords?::
A half smile touched her lips. As if he could get anything to her. Now that she was stuck here, and they'd taken away the controller, too. Damnit. ::I should've remembered to put the cards down my shirt, like normal.:: She informed him. It had become habit, after the fourth time SG-1 was captured off world. A bored Jack O'Neill could become a danger to his team mates, so Sam Carter perfected the art of stashing a small deck of playing cards in her bra. Daniel had laughed hysterically once when she'd been forced to admit it while drunk and losing badly at a game of Monopoly. Luckily, Teal'c was the only other occupant of the room at the time.
If she'd ever wondered if he could smirk without saying anything, she knew now. ::Now there's a fun mental image, Carter.::
She glared again. ::How else am I supposed to keep you occupied when we get captured?::
::I'm sure I can think of other ways.::
Sam was silent for a moment, imagining (for a second) what he might mean. ::You probably can.:: And she felt her lips twisting into a smirk. She had been hanging around him for way too long.
A mental cough reached her. And she shot back, sweetly, ::Cat got your tongue, sir?::
More coughing.
The door to the brig opened and Sam stood, wincing slightly at the way her muscles still twinged. ::Be quiet, sir.::
::Why?::
A man walked into the room and she sighed. ::I should have known, sir.::
::Huh?::
"General." She didn't bother saluting him.
The man across from her raised his eyebrows and regarded her coldly. "I didn't realize I'd given you permission to speak, spy."
"I'm not a spy," Sam said patiently. It was disturbing that Jack O'Neill could look at her like she was an enemy, but she continued on. "I'm from a quantum universe. I came through the mirror downstairs."
"That is yet to be determined." He flicked a cold look over her, his features twisting in distaste as he took in her BDUs. "And never forget, we at the SGC know how to deal with snakehead traitors."
"Great. So do we, General. And I'm not a traitor, or a snakehead, or a Tok'ra."
"We'll see." He sneered, "The infirmary is preparing for the tests now." With those words, he turned and left the cell area.
Sam sighed, suddenly sad. ::I kind of wish you were here.:: She kicked at the floor. Damnit.
::Ah.:: There was something vaguely wistful in his tone.
::Not that I think having you in this cell would make things any better, sir. But it would be nice to have company.:: And amusing to watch him snark at himself.
::Gee, thanks, Carter.::
She grinned and flopped onto the cot again. ::Wish they'd give me a beer. You know, sir, your counterpart here is a very harsh man.::
::Is he, now?::
::Yes. He wouldn't even listen when I told him I was from a quantum universe.::
::Remember when we used to think things like that were weird?::
She grinned wryly and settled back against the wall, crossing her legs. ::Vaguely. Of course, he also said something about knowing how to deal with snakehead traitors.::
::Did you tell him that we do too?::
::Of course. But they're holding me until there's time to run tests. I hate tests.::
::Me too. Especially ones with needles.::
A shudder made her wonder if it was extra cold in the cells. ::And the cat scan. You know, I think I'm claustrophobic from the amount of times I've been in that thing.::
::Ugh.::
A scraping warned her and she looked up to find the General and a bunch of SFs on the other side of the bars. ::Oh, great. The other you is back.::
::But you still like me more, right?::
::Have you thrown me in the--wait, you have. Um... Yes?::
::Well, you had a Goa'uld in you at the time...::
Tok'ra, but she wasn't going to dispute him on it, this time. ::That's so very comforting.::
::I fully intended to go beat the snot of them until they told us how to free you.::
::Ok. That does make me feel better.:: The door was opened, and gestures made it clear she was to leave the cell. With a soft sigh, she did. ::Ooo. Seven SFs to escort li'l ol' me to the infirmary. I feel so special.::
The General's voice was wry as he replied, ::For you? I'd've gone with at least ten.::
::Hah. I'm only going for routine tests. This isn't like being kidnaped by some crazy millionaire who wants to kill me.::
::Still have gone with ten...::
::Are you saying I'm difficult to convince to have tests done?:: She demanded as they went down several levels and then walked down more (somewhat) familiar SGC halls.
::I'm saying that I think very carefully about asking you to do anything you don't want to do.::
::Oh.:: It was a shock to see the doctor as they stepped into the infirmary. She was still short and could freeze an SF with a look. ::Janet's still alive here.::
::...she is?::
Tilting her head to the side, Sam listened to the battery of tests the good Doc was ordering. ::Yes. Ah.:: She sighed. ::Blood work. She always was a good mini vampire.:: The needle going into her arm was given an extra shove. ::Ow. I think she can read my mind.::
Sometimes, she hated knowing the way Jack O'Neill would react to certain stimulus. Especially when he mentally sent a grin at her. Which gave her cause for thought. What if this telepathy was more than words? They were already exchanging tone of voice (or maybe simply reading into the words from the things they knew about each other). Food for thought. Another needle poked her and she sighed. Later.
Considering, she sent a glare at him. ::I'm telling Dr. Brightman you need a whole new battery of tests when I get back.::
::You wouldn't...::
::Well... Ow. No, I guess I wouldn't. But you owe me a beer.::
::You got it.::
"Right." Dr. Janet Fraiser briskly turned away from Sam and called, "Jones, Reed, I need you to escort her to X-Ray for a cat scan."
::Oh, joy. The cat scan. I hate this thing. I hate being strapped down and I hate staring up, and I hate the stupid music they play, and... I'll be quiet.::
::Maybe more than one beer...::
::Good.::
It was the same grey-walled room, the same massive machine that she'd been in too often. She eyed it and then let them strap her onto the board, shivering slightly in the cold. ::Tell me a story while I'm stuck in here?::
::What kind of story?::
::Something... I don't know. Something about the good guys winning and the bad guys getting blown to smithereens?::
::The story of the little Colonel that could?::
A slight smile touched her lips as she stared up at the blank white of the machine. ::That sounds good. Are there lots of explosions?::
::Yeah. Also, an attractive Brigadier-General.::
::Sounds like a good story.:: She refrained from smirking. Barely.
::Yeah. I'm hoping it gets its own spin-off someday.::
::With fishing in Minnesota?:: She guessed, suddenly wondering why the white above seemed to have variations and grades of color. Maybe they'd added a light show.
::Possibly.::
::Are there fish in the lake?::
::Yeah. Big ones.::
::And they never get caught.:: She said, smugly, knowing that Teal'c had confirmed that fishing was an art that required no fishing. She knew, suddenly, that Jack was making a face. ::Heh. I can see that from here. Hrm. So, where do the explosions come in?::
::After the big, bad snakes do.::
::And the big, bad snakes, they come from... a galaxy far, far away?::
::Yeah, sure.::
The voice was familiar, and cranky. Really cranky. Sam groaned and dragged herself into something resembling consciousness. One glance showed that she was in the brig of the SGC. Or at least something as grey and depressing as the SGC brig.
::Flat beer. Daniel is so--::
::I'm stuck in another universe, and you're drinking beer?::
There was dead silence in her brain, and she took the moment to sit up on the uncomfortable cot they'd left her on. She rubbed at the crick in her neck. Definitely the SGC's brig.
::Carter!::
::That's my name, sir, don't wear it out.::
::Well, you're grumpy.::
::You're drinking beer! And not even worrying about me.:: She glared at the opposite wall, wishing she could glare at him.
::I'm simply fully aware that you can take care of yourself, Carter.::
::Gosh, that makes me feel so special.:: Ok. So maybe that was going over the top a little bit. But he didn't have to agree with Daniel's suggestion. Next time, HE could be the damn guinea pig.
::I wouldn't trust you with my life if I thought you weren't capable.::
Oh. She knew she was blushing, but she didn't care. She sighed. ::Sorry. I just feel... irritated when I'm locked in our brig--well, not ours. But a different SGC's in a mirror universe. Although I think this one is closer to -- never mind. I'm just bored...::
::...should I get you some crosswords?::
A half smile touched her lips. As if he could get anything to her. Now that she was stuck here, and they'd taken away the controller, too. Damnit. ::I should've remembered to put the cards down my shirt, like normal.:: She informed him. It had become habit, after the fourth time SG-1 was captured off world. A bored Jack O'Neill could become a danger to his team mates, so Sam Carter perfected the art of stashing a small deck of playing cards in her bra. Daniel had laughed hysterically once when she'd been forced to admit it while drunk and losing badly at a game of Monopoly. Luckily, Teal'c was the only other occupant of the room at the time.
If she'd ever wondered if he could smirk without saying anything, she knew now. ::Now there's a fun mental image, Carter.::
She glared again. ::How else am I supposed to keep you occupied when we get captured?::
::I'm sure I can think of other ways.::
Sam was silent for a moment, imagining (for a second) what he might mean. ::You probably can.:: And she felt her lips twisting into a smirk. She had been hanging around him for way too long.
A mental cough reached her. And she shot back, sweetly, ::Cat got your tongue, sir?::
More coughing.
The door to the brig opened and Sam stood, wincing slightly at the way her muscles still twinged. ::Be quiet, sir.::
::Why?::
A man walked into the room and she sighed. ::I should have known, sir.::
::Huh?::
"General." She didn't bother saluting him.
The man across from her raised his eyebrows and regarded her coldly. "I didn't realize I'd given you permission to speak, spy."
"I'm not a spy," Sam said patiently. It was disturbing that Jack O'Neill could look at her like she was an enemy, but she continued on. "I'm from a quantum universe. I came through the mirror downstairs."
"That is yet to be determined." He flicked a cold look over her, his features twisting in distaste as he took in her BDUs. "And never forget, we at the SGC know how to deal with snakehead traitors."
"Great. So do we, General. And I'm not a traitor, or a snakehead, or a Tok'ra."
"We'll see." He sneered, "The infirmary is preparing for the tests now." With those words, he turned and left the cell area.
Sam sighed, suddenly sad. ::I kind of wish you were here.:: She kicked at the floor. Damnit.
::Ah.:: There was something vaguely wistful in his tone.
::Not that I think having you in this cell would make things any better, sir. But it would be nice to have company.:: And amusing to watch him snark at himself.
::Gee, thanks, Carter.::
She grinned and flopped onto the cot again. ::Wish they'd give me a beer. You know, sir, your counterpart here is a very harsh man.::
::Is he, now?::
::Yes. He wouldn't even listen when I told him I was from a quantum universe.::
::Remember when we used to think things like that were weird?::
She grinned wryly and settled back against the wall, crossing her legs. ::Vaguely. Of course, he also said something about knowing how to deal with snakehead traitors.::
::Did you tell him that we do too?::
::Of course. But they're holding me until there's time to run tests. I hate tests.::
::Me too. Especially ones with needles.::
A shudder made her wonder if it was extra cold in the cells. ::And the cat scan. You know, I think I'm claustrophobic from the amount of times I've been in that thing.::
::Ugh.::
A scraping warned her and she looked up to find the General and a bunch of SFs on the other side of the bars. ::Oh, great. The other you is back.::
::But you still like me more, right?::
::Have you thrown me in the--wait, you have. Um... Yes?::
::Well, you had a Goa'uld in you at the time...::
Tok'ra, but she wasn't going to dispute him on it, this time. ::That's so very comforting.::
::I fully intended to go beat the snot of them until they told us how to free you.::
::Ok. That does make me feel better.:: The door was opened, and gestures made it clear she was to leave the cell. With a soft sigh, she did. ::Ooo. Seven SFs to escort li'l ol' me to the infirmary. I feel so special.::
The General's voice was wry as he replied, ::For you? I'd've gone with at least ten.::
::Hah. I'm only going for routine tests. This isn't like being kidnaped by some crazy millionaire who wants to kill me.::
::Still have gone with ten...::
::Are you saying I'm difficult to convince to have tests done?:: She demanded as they went down several levels and then walked down more (somewhat) familiar SGC halls.
::I'm saying that I think very carefully about asking you to do anything you don't want to do.::
::Oh.:: It was a shock to see the doctor as they stepped into the infirmary. She was still short and could freeze an SF with a look. ::Janet's still alive here.::
::...she is?::
Tilting her head to the side, Sam listened to the battery of tests the good Doc was ordering. ::Yes. Ah.:: She sighed. ::Blood work. She always was a good mini vampire.:: The needle going into her arm was given an extra shove. ::Ow. I think she can read my mind.::
Sometimes, she hated knowing the way Jack O'Neill would react to certain stimulus. Especially when he mentally sent a grin at her. Which gave her cause for thought. What if this telepathy was more than words? They were already exchanging tone of voice (or maybe simply reading into the words from the things they knew about each other). Food for thought. Another needle poked her and she sighed. Later.
Considering, she sent a glare at him. ::I'm telling Dr. Brightman you need a whole new battery of tests when I get back.::
::You wouldn't...::
::Well... Ow. No, I guess I wouldn't. But you owe me a beer.::
::You got it.::
"Right." Dr. Janet Fraiser briskly turned away from Sam and called, "Jones, Reed, I need you to escort her to X-Ray for a cat scan."
::Oh, joy. The cat scan. I hate this thing. I hate being strapped down and I hate staring up, and I hate the stupid music they play, and... I'll be quiet.::
::Maybe more than one beer...::
::Good.::
It was the same grey-walled room, the same massive machine that she'd been in too often. She eyed it and then let them strap her onto the board, shivering slightly in the cold. ::Tell me a story while I'm stuck in here?::
::What kind of story?::
::Something... I don't know. Something about the good guys winning and the bad guys getting blown to smithereens?::
::The story of the little Colonel that could?::
A slight smile touched her lips as she stared up at the blank white of the machine. ::That sounds good. Are there lots of explosions?::
::Yeah. Also, an attractive Brigadier-General.::
::Sounds like a good story.:: She refrained from smirking. Barely.
::Yeah. I'm hoping it gets its own spin-off someday.::
::With fishing in Minnesota?:: She guessed, suddenly wondering why the white above seemed to have variations and grades of color. Maybe they'd added a light show.
::Possibly.::
::Are there fish in the lake?::
::Yeah. Big ones.::
::And they never get caught.:: She said, smugly, knowing that Teal'c had confirmed that fishing was an art that required no fishing. She knew, suddenly, that Jack was making a face. ::Heh. I can see that from here. Hrm. So, where do the explosions come in?::
::After the big, bad snakes do.::
::And the big, bad snakes, they come from... a galaxy far, far away?::
::Yeah, sure.::