A/N: I know I say I don't do pairings, but I just couldn't resist. This adds depth and all that good stuff that the critics say they want. By the way, I just made up all the stuff with apostrophes (') on the fly. I took something that sounded exotic and stuck a bunch of apostrophes (') in it. I just realized this literally yesterday. (I wrote this nearly a month ago) Take D'am'ar'a. Take out the apostrophes ('). You get Damara. Looks suspiciously like Samara, the chick from The Ring. (Seriously, it wasn't planned) Here's a few tips on writing Sha'sha'mi'i (IF you email me for permission and I GIVE it.)

The word must sound exotic.

Ending with an 'a' is a must for proper names of PEOPLE.

The word must have AT LEAST one apostrophe.

The language is called Sha'sha'mi'i'i.

Now, go and email me for permission so you can follow step six.

Now, go and write some Sha'sha'mi'i'i.

P.S. Shane, if you're reading this, you've probably figured out that this is me, so I included meebage as the Sha'sha'mi'i'i coffee like drink me'bage. :)

Disclaimer: Anything having to do with the culture of the planet Sha'sha'mi'i is mine. This includes the name, any people from the planet, the planet's Gate address, and any words in the language. You know the drill; I've used so many original characters at this point.

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"You seem to care about Ala'sha'ya quite a lot. Do you love her?" D'am'ar'a was doing all she could to keep from slapping this man. He was all scowls and accusing looks. Polite conversation was an alternative to the beating she longed to give him.

"I felt responsible for her."

"That does not answer my question."

Jack stopped dead. D'am'ar'a knew she'd hit a nerve. At the pain on Jack's face, she almost regretted bringing it up. Almost, she thought. If he'd only smile.

Jack, meanwhile, was reflecting on he and Abby's (Ala'sha'ya!) first kiss. It was a perfect day beside the lake, the fish were actually this big, the sun was shining. Perfect. A perfect day in Jack'simaginationtown. Yep. The only interaction he and Abby had had outside the job had been in his mind.

"Well, here's the briefing room. Let's go in," Jack hastily changed the subject, leading her into the briefing room.

In the briefing room, General Teal'c was waiting, along with Dr. Jackson, Colonel Carter, and a few faces Jack didn't remember. There was also a security team placed in key locations around the room. Jack was amused to note that there was no communal coffee pot on the table. The only coffee in the room was a steaming mug under Daniel's jealous possession.

D'am'ar'a looked around nervously. If there was one thing she didn't like about being the Xi'a of Sha'sha'mi'i it was being on display constantly. This was all too reminiscent of the sessions of the Grand Council of O'zarka.

"Le'a, O'zarkans," D'am'ar'a greeted them, out of sheer habit. She held her hands out to them in a ceremonial gesture: one palm up, one down. D'am'ar'a figured that it wouldn't hurt to fulfill custom. It might just be that one of them understood the culture of Sha'sha'mi'i. The one near the end of the table with the glasses, clutching the steaming mug of me'bage looked like he was one paid to know such things.

It's coffee, mom, a voice inside her head said. Not me'bage. Coffee.

At her greeting, they all looked puzzled. I don't understand it. She was talking fine earlier, Jack thought.

"It doesn't appear to be Goa'uld. At least not any dialect I know of," the bespectacled one said, as if she wasn't even there. Maybe he didn't know about Sha'sha'mi'i after all.

"It is Sha'sha'mi'i'i. I would have thought that explorers such as yourselves would know something about my people. It means, 'greetings, people of the Grand Council.'"

"Right," Daniel said, still in a bad mood at encountering a language he'd never heard of, "why don't you tell us a little about yourself and your world?"

D'am'ar'a drew herself up. She told them in a stately voice, "I am D'am'ar'a. I am the Xi'a of Sha'sha'mi'i. My world, Sha'sha'mi'i, is known to you as…" she closed her eyes for a moment, thinking, "…P42-5J7. Ala'sha'ya, known to you as Abby, is gone. I am here now. The woman who came through the Gate was Ky'lan'ia. She was once on the Grand Council of O'zarka, over which I preside."

"All who understood that, raise your hand, and mine too, while you're at it," Jack commented sarcastically, and a little bitterly.

"Fine," D'am'ar'a said stiffly, "obviously you do not care about Ala'sha'ya as much as you profess to." With this, she marched out of the room.

"Great job, Jack," Sam snapped, "you just ruined any chance of an alliance between us and the Sha'sha'mi'i'i."

"Sorry."

"You should be."

"Sir, the alien is dialing the Gate," a voice said over the intercom.

"How is this possible? No unauthorized personnel can access the dialing computer," protested Teal'c.

"I know, sir. She just walked up to the Gate and muttered something that caused the Gate to start dialing."

"This is a problem," Daniel stated.

"Ya think?" Jack asked.