Title: In the Middle Pt 6
Spoilers: None really
Rating: R, not so nice thoughts, maybe language.
Summary: So did she get picked or not?
Disclaimer: Not mine, don't sue me!
Archive: SJD yes AN: So I figured I should try to get more out sooner rather than later, so sorry if they aren't that long! I hope everyone enjoys. Feedback loved!
Jack was sure that if he had a clock in front of him, the minute hand would be traveling backwards at the moment. He couldn't stand it any longer! He was sitting down on his bunk, and Teal'c on Sam's, since he couldn't climb onto his own just yet. Flopping backwards, Jack let out an audible groan that ended as a sigh.
"If you concentrate on the time, then it will seem as if the time is occurring slowly." Teal'c just looked at the man in question, trying to help ease his worries.
"Yeah yeah yeah, I know I know. Well what else is there to talk about?"
"Do you no longer watch hockey, O'Neill?"
"Yeah, hockey season is way over Teal'c." Jack put his hands over his face.
"Yeah, even I knew that one," came the quiet retort from Daniel above.
"Hey! What did I tell you! Get sleep!" Jack pointed to the top of his bunk, which was the bottom of Daniel's and used his commanding voice.
"Yes sir…"
"So, nice weather we were having at home before we left."
"Indeed. Although I heard that it would become colder after a few weeks passed."
"Yeah, just as long as the snow isn't too bad again this year. Last year, that was nuts."
"I do not leave the base often, so I could not pass judgment on that." Teal'c's little bit about 'passing judgment' set him off.
"Oh for crying out loud! Here we are, discussing the weather, and Carter's getting judged as we speak!" he yelled, his aggravated tone not helping anyone else. Held had been watching the conversation between Jack and Teal'c with much interest, sitting next to Teal'c.
"Well, not so much anymore sir." Jack snapped up, his eyes wide in surprise.
"Carter! You're here! You didn't get picked! I'm guessing…" he started.
"No sir, you did a bang up job of ugly-fying me. Thanks." Her humor was almost forced. She was a little shaken by the situation, which was completely understandable. She waltzed right in front of him, and checked on Daniel.
"God Sam, when I said you looked bad before, I didn't even imagine…. You look horrible," he told her, trying to crack a joke.
"Why thank you Daniel! When we get home, maybe you can give me some of your makeup you use and I can be just as glamorous as you. Now, cut the crap. How do you feel?" She ran a hand through his hair and tried to see if he still had a fever. His forehead was actually quite a bit cooler.
"Much better. But if you guys would just let me sleep…" he rambled.
"Yeah, I'm sure that they were keeping you up out of spite," she answered back sarcastically, giving him a smile.
"As long as I'm not the only one who knows now," he whispered back, as if their conspiracy was a complete secret from everyone.
"Get some sleep, Daniel." He was already dozing off by the time she said it. She moved away from him, and sat down next to Jack.
"So, how did it go?" Jack asked quietly, so quietly in fact she wouldn't be surprised if he called her Sam any time soon.
"Well I'm still here. I didn't get chosen, I didn't get chosen…" she mumbled off to her self, her words becoming quieter each time they were spoken. She rested her elbows on her knees and her head in her hands.
"Thank God for that," Jack murmured, and gently rubbed her back. She was scared. Hell he was scared for her! There was no way she was going to get chosen, even if it meant beating her up to guaranty that.
"What was the process like?" Teal'c asked.
"They started off by lining us up in a line like they did before. I think some other people had the same idea as we did, and some of the other girls had bruises and were plenty dirty for Juest. He didn't find it amusing at all."
"Are you ladies ready to serve your lord?" one of the lesser guards asked.
'If I had a nickel every time I heard that,' Sam thought to herself.
"What happened to half of you! Did you plan to deceive your lord?" Juest yelled. Obviously, he noticed that some of the women looked horrible as well. Only, Sam didn't got over board like some of the others did. For instance, her hair looked like it was dirty, not that someone had clearly tried to create a dingy look. Some of them still had mud chunks hanging out. And their faces were still so swollen that she doubted that some of the women could see clearly.
'Yep, overly done.' Sam could help but think back to her high school dances, and making fun of the girls who looked like clowns. And then, when their foundation would rub off into their dresses, oh lord. She never understood why the girls would do that either.
"Why would you do that to your lord? Lie to me? Guards, I want all of the fake offenders taken to the house, the decision will be made there!" With that said, he stalked away from the women.
Sam was terrified. Did they know she was cheating? The women, who had previously been kneeling in front of 'their lord', were on their feet, screaming. They were running around between the guards. Sam thought for sure that the guards would get so annoyed with them they'd shoot all of the women. The guards were snatching the lairs, one by one. The women knew right then and there, they would never see anyone else again. They would die that night.
"If you don't want to come, you leave now!" Without needing further instructions, Sam ran. She couldn't believe that she wasn't picked, that they didn't think she faked it. She ran as fast as she could back to the barracks.
"Holy crap." Everyone had been listening carefully for the last few minutes as Sam told her story. Jack didn't care anymore. He put his arm around her shoulders and let her know he was there. He was terrified for her. She leaned it, taking all of the comfort she could find right now.
"One thing is not clear, MajorCarter."
"What's that Teal'c?" She didn't move from her spot to talk to him.
"You said the guards referred to Juest as their lord."
"Yes."
"That is not their lord. Their lord would be Khnum, but as they are in Mentu's work camp, then Juest would be Mentu's first prime. Juest referred to himself as their lord." Sam sat up at the revelation.
"I guess he did. I wonder what that's all about."
"Perhaps Juest is planning to over throw Mentu?" Held suggested, speaking for the first time.
"Maybe, but I don't think I want to be around here when it does." Jack's face was very solemn, very serious. They had to get out of there, and soon. But the real question was, how?
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Summary: So did she get picked or not?
Disclaimer: Not mine, don't sue me!
Archive: SJD yes AN: So I figured I should try to get more out sooner rather than later, so sorry if they aren't that long! I hope everyone enjoys. Feedback loved!
Jack was sure that if he had a clock in front of him, the minute hand would be traveling backwards at the moment. He couldn't stand it any longer! He was sitting down on his bunk, and Teal'c on Sam's, since he couldn't climb onto his own just yet. Flopping backwards, Jack let out an audible groan that ended as a sigh.
"If you concentrate on the time, then it will seem as if the time is occurring slowly." Teal'c just looked at the man in question, trying to help ease his worries.
"Yeah yeah yeah, I know I know. Well what else is there to talk about?"
"Do you no longer watch hockey, O'Neill?"
"Yeah, hockey season is way over Teal'c." Jack put his hands over his face.
"Yeah, even I knew that one," came the quiet retort from Daniel above.
"Hey! What did I tell you! Get sleep!" Jack pointed to the top of his bunk, which was the bottom of Daniel's and used his commanding voice.
"Yes sir…"
"So, nice weather we were having at home before we left."
"Indeed. Although I heard that it would become colder after a few weeks passed."
"Yeah, just as long as the snow isn't too bad again this year. Last year, that was nuts."
"I do not leave the base often, so I could not pass judgment on that." Teal'c's little bit about 'passing judgment' set him off.
"Oh for crying out loud! Here we are, discussing the weather, and Carter's getting judged as we speak!" he yelled, his aggravated tone not helping anyone else. Held had been watching the conversation between Jack and Teal'c with much interest, sitting next to Teal'c.
"Well, not so much anymore sir." Jack snapped up, his eyes wide in surprise.
"Carter! You're here! You didn't get picked! I'm guessing…" he started.
"No sir, you did a bang up job of ugly-fying me. Thanks." Her humor was almost forced. She was a little shaken by the situation, which was completely understandable. She waltzed right in front of him, and checked on Daniel.
"God Sam, when I said you looked bad before, I didn't even imagine…. You look horrible," he told her, trying to crack a joke.
"Why thank you Daniel! When we get home, maybe you can give me some of your makeup you use and I can be just as glamorous as you. Now, cut the crap. How do you feel?" She ran a hand through his hair and tried to see if he still had a fever. His forehead was actually quite a bit cooler.
"Much better. But if you guys would just let me sleep…" he rambled.
"Yeah, I'm sure that they were keeping you up out of spite," she answered back sarcastically, giving him a smile.
"As long as I'm not the only one who knows now," he whispered back, as if their conspiracy was a complete secret from everyone.
"Get some sleep, Daniel." He was already dozing off by the time she said it. She moved away from him, and sat down next to Jack.
"So, how did it go?" Jack asked quietly, so quietly in fact she wouldn't be surprised if he called her Sam any time soon.
"Well I'm still here. I didn't get chosen, I didn't get chosen…" she mumbled off to her self, her words becoming quieter each time they were spoken. She rested her elbows on her knees and her head in her hands.
"Thank God for that," Jack murmured, and gently rubbed her back. She was scared. Hell he was scared for her! There was no way she was going to get chosen, even if it meant beating her up to guaranty that.
"What was the process like?" Teal'c asked.
"They started off by lining us up in a line like they did before. I think some other people had the same idea as we did, and some of the other girls had bruises and were plenty dirty for Juest. He didn't find it amusing at all."
"Are you ladies ready to serve your lord?" one of the lesser guards asked.
'If I had a nickel every time I heard that,' Sam thought to herself.
"What happened to half of you! Did you plan to deceive your lord?" Juest yelled. Obviously, he noticed that some of the women looked horrible as well. Only, Sam didn't got over board like some of the others did. For instance, her hair looked like it was dirty, not that someone had clearly tried to create a dingy look. Some of them still had mud chunks hanging out. And their faces were still so swollen that she doubted that some of the women could see clearly.
'Yep, overly done.' Sam could help but think back to her high school dances, and making fun of the girls who looked like clowns. And then, when their foundation would rub off into their dresses, oh lord. She never understood why the girls would do that either.
"Why would you do that to your lord? Lie to me? Guards, I want all of the fake offenders taken to the house, the decision will be made there!" With that said, he stalked away from the women.
Sam was terrified. Did they know she was cheating? The women, who had previously been kneeling in front of 'their lord', were on their feet, screaming. They were running around between the guards. Sam thought for sure that the guards would get so annoyed with them they'd shoot all of the women. The guards were snatching the lairs, one by one. The women knew right then and there, they would never see anyone else again. They would die that night.
"If you don't want to come, you leave now!" Without needing further instructions, Sam ran. She couldn't believe that she wasn't picked, that they didn't think she faked it. She ran as fast as she could back to the barracks.
"Holy crap." Everyone had been listening carefully for the last few minutes as Sam told her story. Jack didn't care anymore. He put his arm around her shoulders and let her know he was there. He was terrified for her. She leaned it, taking all of the comfort she could find right now.
"One thing is not clear, MajorCarter."
"What's that Teal'c?" She didn't move from her spot to talk to him.
"You said the guards referred to Juest as their lord."
"Yes."
"That is not their lord. Their lord would be Khnum, but as they are in Mentu's work camp, then Juest would be Mentu's first prime. Juest referred to himself as their lord." Sam sat up at the revelation.
"I guess he did. I wonder what that's all about."
"Perhaps Juest is planning to over throw Mentu?" Held suggested, speaking for the first time.
"Maybe, but I don't think I want to be around here when it does." Jack's face was very solemn, very serious. They had to get out of there, and soon. But the real question was, how?
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