A/N: Kay, guys, I know it's been eternity and a few months since I've updated, but I'm not going to apologize (PLEASE FORGIVE ME) Ok, Blackfire, I realize in retrospect that my characters are confuzzleating. (yes, I just now made up that word). D'am'ar'a is Abby/Ala'sha'ya's mother, but is somehow in her mind. Ala'sha'ya is Abby's Sha'sha'mi'i name. All the Awhoevers are because D'am'ar'a and Ala'sha'ya get all PO'd at Sam if she calls Ala'sha'ya Abby, but somehow Sam can't process the sudden name change, so she doesn't call her anything. Ta! Enjoy, R & R, you know the drill.

Disclaimer: You know that drill, too.

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"Sam, what happened?" Daniel asked, sounded very concerned. "You just started shouting, then your eyes rolled up and you collapsed. Sam, what happened?"

"Ala'sha'ya," Sam whispered faintly. Her eyes still had a faint, faraway look. She still hadn't recovered fully from her experience in the telepathic void, even with the smelling salts Dr. Jackson gave her.

Daniel saw that the smelling salts weren't working, so he decided to take sterner measures. He grabbed the omnipresent coffee mug and dumped it on San's head.

Sam abruptly seemed more there. She sat up, spluttering. Coffee streamed off her hair onto the floor. Looking into her eyes, Daniel questioned whether he should have woken her up. He could practically see himself being decapitated in several very creative ways. Most of them involved sharp objects intruding into some very uncomfortable places. Daniel winced at the prospect.

"Daniel! Why did you do that?" she cried, coughing.

Daniel shrugged. "worked on the President."

Sam turned thoughtful. "Yeah. Who would've thought that he'd be under Goa'uld influence?"

"Or that caffeine would short it out."

Sam nodded. "It's too bad Jack was out of the intel loop. That incident with the Prometheus…"

"Was most unfortunate."

"Yeah."

"I'm glad the President was under Goa'uld tech."

"Yeah. I like it here."

"Me too, Sam. Me too."

Kinsley stuck his head around the door of Sam's lab. Seeing her sitting in a puddle of coffee with Daniel kneeling beside her was too much for him. He began to snicker uncontrollably.

Sam's eyes narrowed. She felt some of the fury that must have filled Jack on the day of that fateful 0800 briefing. "Daniel," she said softly out of the side of her mouth, "give me a mug."

Daniel grinned. Sam's gonna pull a Jack, he thought. Discreetly, he handed Sam the coffee mug she'd requested. There was hardly any need to be discreet, though. Kinsley could barely stay on his feet, he was laughing so hard.

Sam smiled wickedly. Since that morning, she'd always wanted to do this. She hefted the mug in her hand, then hurled it straight at the laughing man.

Kinsley opened his eyes just in time to get his head out of the line of fire. Sam looked disappointed that she hadn't hit him. However, her eyes once again lit up as she heard Kinsley's girly screams as her mug hit the opposite wall with an explosion of porcelain.

Daniel and Sam exchanged high-fives.

"I always wanted to do that," she told him. Then her expression grew somber. "Let's go see Jack," Sam said. At the 'Why?' expression on Daniel's face, she continued, "I have some serious questions for him."

"Ah," Daniel said.

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I'm out of practice at Stargate. I've been writing too much on my PhanPhic. Oh well. I just realized, I'm treating Kinsley like a Stargate Raoul. :grins wickedly: