Title: A Christmas Thing

Author: Sara Loughlin

Disclaimer: Really, trust me, still not mine!

Summary: SG-1 gets stuck on a far away planet and something very strange is going on there.

Spoilers: None, yet. Maybe even never

A/N: Now, this is a bit faster, right! Thank you all for reviewing! Natters, you made me laugh :) Now you guyskeep reviewing and I'll update sooner! Hehe

Chapter 3

"Granilbo, report to me at once!" Torna yelled.

"How can I help you, master?" He said while bowing

"Why didn't you tell me the prisoners were human? And most importantly, why didn't you tell me there was a woman! Do you know how important this is? This could save our species from annihilation!"

"I'm am sorry, master, I, I, I simply did not know, master…"

"You did not know! Aargh, just leave, bring me the woman NOW!"

Granilbo scurried of to the illusion pits to get the woman.

Ten minutes later Granilbo returned with Sam with a cloth in her mouth and looking very pissed.

"Very good. Now, what is that cloth doing in her mouth?" Torna asked, rather amusingly.

"Well, master, she wouldn't shut her mouth, she just kept on babbling and yelling."

At that point Sam gave him a very angry look and Granilbo scurried back a little.

"Remove that clothe, please, I would like to talk to her."

"Yes, master" he silently added 'but you are warned'. And with that he removed the cloth from Sam's mouth.

"Who the hell do you think you are! Where is the rest of my team? And did you have to lock me up by myself! I.."

"Aargh, please, SHUT UP! If you would just be silent, I will explain it all to you."

"Oh, well…" Sam felt a bit stupid. But who could blame her? They locked her up! And alone for that matter; she had the right to rant.

"Now, let me explain our situation here, you look remarkable by the way! I've never seen anything like it! May I touch you? Please?" Torna already got up from his grand seat, but the moment he stood up, Sam backed away, "no! Are you crazy! She said, looking rather disgusted by the idea.

"Oh, well, if you're going to react like that" he muttered something more and looked disappointed, but by the time he reached his throne, which was very fast, he looked like his normal, cheery, 'polite' self again.

Torna cleared his throat, "Granilbo, would you please tend to our other guests?"

"Yes, master" and once again he scurried off.

"Well, let me now finally inform you of our situation. A very long time ago, our scientists estimate about 50 thousand years, a virus came to our world from outer space. At first we did off course not notice, but then a few of our women became sick and just a few months later, the first woman had died. The rest followed very quickly. Everything went so fast, that we did not have time to invent a cure.

Women were extinct after only 9 months, I can imagine it was just horrible, everybody was in grief and off course, we started wondering how we could survive, since we needed women to procreate. You could imagine the stress going on, I presume?"

Sam nodded, "yeah, I guess, but how did you know it came from outer space? And why only the women?"

"Patience patience, human, I… Do you have a name? You must have, what is it?"

"Sam" she learned that by saying her full name all the time, 'people' became confused, so she decided to keep it simple.

"Ok, Sam. Now, a few years ago we discovered some ruins, in which this story was engraved, our people are still trying to decipher the end of it, but it says the virus came from outer space, so that is what happened off course.

When we were on the edge of extinction, a race from outer space came to us and offered us a solution; procreating without women."

"So you'd be cloning yourselves," Sam stated.

"Yes, exactly, you have a fine brain. But after years and years and years and years and years and years…"

"Ok, I think I get the point here," Sam interrupted.

"Well, it were a lot of years!" Torna said defensively. "Up until now, where we are, again, at the edge of extinction. Why, you ask? Well, we are not changing, but the environment around us is. We are becoming weaker, we will not be able to survive if we do not find another way of procreating. Of mixing our genes. In other words, we need women and here is where you, Sam, come in. We could examine you and we could try to built women. Off course, we do not exactly know how to do that yet, nor do we know how to change ourselves, so that we can procreate like we used to."

"Hey, back up there, did you say 'examine'? I am not some object on which you can just perform tests! I am a human being, I have rights that allow me to refuse this, so no, I will not let you do this!" She couldn't believe that he was actually suggesting this.

"But you would be saving an entire race!" He sputtered.

"No, I will not do this, now take me to friends, please, so we can leave." She was starting to feel very agitated.

"I am sorry, that will not be possible, I guess that you leave me no choice then. Goodbye." Another white flash appeared and Sam was gone.

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