I know. I'm sorry. I've had a lot of coursework to do that technically
should have been handed in a few weeks ago. It's done though so I can get
on with this, well, apart form revision. Anyway, my point, I tend to
waffle a bit sometimes, you've probably noticed, but my point was. I will
now be posting chapters more frequently.
My muse has returned and now has a name (thanks to eyecandy), hopefully she won't desert me again. I have now figured out what will happen up to chapter 10 but after that I am stuck, so, for future reference: don't blame me, blame Keara, (my muse).
I have written this chapter in first person from Sam's point of view because that's the only way my muse would co-operate.
Disclaimer: it's not mine, there, I said it. Don't sue.
Chapter 6
We had a plan, a definite plan. Well, a sort of plan which utilised a lot of improvisation. Basically, we were going to make it up as we went along. It was the best we could do with so little information.
"So," I smiled, the pain had settled to a dull ache and with Jacks hand resting subtly on mine it was almost bearable, "basically, the plan is to get out, get Teal'c out and kill or stop Nephthys."
"Without being shot," Jack added.
"Without being shot."
He nodded.
"How?" I asked. After 3 hours that was the best we had come up with and since our cell was secure, well, all we had to do was wait. If Nephthys continued in the same way the Jaffa should come for us soon. She seemed to be testing us. Of course, if we missed our chance of escape we were in real trouble. Nephthys was losing her patience.
"Ahh," Jack grinned, "don't over think it Carter. That's the beauty of the plan, simplicity. We stick to the plan."
I can't help but smile. He always makes me smile, and giggle, which can be quite embarrassing. Even when we first met and I was trying not to like him, he still made me smile.
Daniel was slouched against the opposite wall looking thoughtful. "Daniel," Jack called, there's a playful warning in his voice.
"Hmm," Daniel responds distractedly.
"You'd better not be thinking about the plan," he warned.
I knew I had that grin plastered on my face again.
"No," Daniel smiled, "I was just wondering if I could sue the air force for work related stress."
"I wouldn't like to try," I responded, "besides; this is the most relaxing day I've had in weeks."
"You had the whole weekend off," Daniel said.
I blushed at the memory of that weekend. It may have been fun but when I went back to work I'd been tired then when I left.
Daniel mad an `oh` noise and looked away. I don't think he's gotten used to the idea that Jack and I are married, even after a year. I know he's happy for us but the idea of his best friends sleeping together still seems alien to him.
"We should get paid more," Jack said, changing the subject.
"I think they want us to be glad we get the chance to travel off world," Daniel reasons.
"You were the one complaining about stress," Jack pointed out, narrowing his eyes, "you were thinking about the plan weren't you."
"No," Daniel remained adamant, "I'm just saying, that's what they want us to think so when we get kidnapped by crazy aliens we don't ask for a pay rise.
I closed my eyes and let their familiar voices wash over me. I could almost imagine we were at home. Maybe in the garden, sitting on the porch. Jack, with beer in hand, is bickering with Daniel. Teal'c is at the barbecue, wearing the `woman's underwear` apron that Jack bought him a few Christmases ago, instead of being tortured by a heartless system lord. Great. I ruined it. I opened my eyes to find Jack and Daniel staring at me. They had stopped talking. It was their fault, I decided. They ruined my daydream.
"What?" I ask.
"It's nice to see you find us so interesting," Daniel smiled.
"I was thinking."
"About the plan?" Jack asked suspiciously.
I smiled.
"Or is it the other thing?"
"Not specifically, just home. I'm sure the plan'll work, it always does."
"Yeah, and sometimes space monkey doesn't even get killed."
"Hey," Daniel objected.
"I thought you were `refusing to respond` to that particular name," Jack grinned at him, obviously winning an argument.
"I'm not responding."
Or maybe not.
"You just did."
"Did not!"
"Did too!"
"Not!"
"Too!"
They continued their childish argument. I let them get on with it. Everybody needs a way to keep busy when there is nothing to do but wait. I daydream. There are thousands of places I'd rather be right now, thousands of experiences I would rather relive. My first date with Jack after I had quit the air force, his proposal off world when the natives thought we were demons and locked us up, dancing at my wedding, Christmas at our house with all our friends. Hey, I'd even take our almost honeymoon in Italy which was interrupted by a call from General Hammond. Any where as long as it wasn't here. Nephthys seemed to want to wear us down with waiting, I hate waiting.
"What other thing?" Daniel asked, interrupting my thought again.
I frowned at him.
"Jack asked if it was `the other thing`," he clarified.
I smiled, throwing a conspiratorial glance at Jack. He did the same.
`Should we tell him? `
I asked the question with my eyes. He shrugged as if to say, `why not`. I turned back to Daniel. I felt Jacks arm creep casually around my waist. Usually we're totally professional at work, well, apart from the proposal thing, but hey that was life and death and this was our anniversary.
"We're trying for a baby," I told him.
He looked shocked for a moment but recovered quickly. A grin spread across his face.
"That's great," he shouts.
"Yeah," Jack agrees.
It might seem strange for us to be talking about things like this whilst imprisoned in a Goa'uld palace but honestly, what else was there to do?
My muse has returned and now has a name (thanks to eyecandy), hopefully she won't desert me again. I have now figured out what will happen up to chapter 10 but after that I am stuck, so, for future reference: don't blame me, blame Keara, (my muse).
I have written this chapter in first person from Sam's point of view because that's the only way my muse would co-operate.
Disclaimer: it's not mine, there, I said it. Don't sue.
Chapter 6
We had a plan, a definite plan. Well, a sort of plan which utilised a lot of improvisation. Basically, we were going to make it up as we went along. It was the best we could do with so little information.
"So," I smiled, the pain had settled to a dull ache and with Jacks hand resting subtly on mine it was almost bearable, "basically, the plan is to get out, get Teal'c out and kill or stop Nephthys."
"Without being shot," Jack added.
"Without being shot."
He nodded.
"How?" I asked. After 3 hours that was the best we had come up with and since our cell was secure, well, all we had to do was wait. If Nephthys continued in the same way the Jaffa should come for us soon. She seemed to be testing us. Of course, if we missed our chance of escape we were in real trouble. Nephthys was losing her patience.
"Ahh," Jack grinned, "don't over think it Carter. That's the beauty of the plan, simplicity. We stick to the plan."
I can't help but smile. He always makes me smile, and giggle, which can be quite embarrassing. Even when we first met and I was trying not to like him, he still made me smile.
Daniel was slouched against the opposite wall looking thoughtful. "Daniel," Jack called, there's a playful warning in his voice.
"Hmm," Daniel responds distractedly.
"You'd better not be thinking about the plan," he warned.
I knew I had that grin plastered on my face again.
"No," Daniel smiled, "I was just wondering if I could sue the air force for work related stress."
"I wouldn't like to try," I responded, "besides; this is the most relaxing day I've had in weeks."
"You had the whole weekend off," Daniel said.
I blushed at the memory of that weekend. It may have been fun but when I went back to work I'd been tired then when I left.
Daniel mad an `oh` noise and looked away. I don't think he's gotten used to the idea that Jack and I are married, even after a year. I know he's happy for us but the idea of his best friends sleeping together still seems alien to him.
"We should get paid more," Jack said, changing the subject.
"I think they want us to be glad we get the chance to travel off world," Daniel reasons.
"You were the one complaining about stress," Jack pointed out, narrowing his eyes, "you were thinking about the plan weren't you."
"No," Daniel remained adamant, "I'm just saying, that's what they want us to think so when we get kidnapped by crazy aliens we don't ask for a pay rise.
I closed my eyes and let their familiar voices wash over me. I could almost imagine we were at home. Maybe in the garden, sitting on the porch. Jack, with beer in hand, is bickering with Daniel. Teal'c is at the barbecue, wearing the `woman's underwear` apron that Jack bought him a few Christmases ago, instead of being tortured by a heartless system lord. Great. I ruined it. I opened my eyes to find Jack and Daniel staring at me. They had stopped talking. It was their fault, I decided. They ruined my daydream.
"What?" I ask.
"It's nice to see you find us so interesting," Daniel smiled.
"I was thinking."
"About the plan?" Jack asked suspiciously.
I smiled.
"Or is it the other thing?"
"Not specifically, just home. I'm sure the plan'll work, it always does."
"Yeah, and sometimes space monkey doesn't even get killed."
"Hey," Daniel objected.
"I thought you were `refusing to respond` to that particular name," Jack grinned at him, obviously winning an argument.
"I'm not responding."
Or maybe not.
"You just did."
"Did not!"
"Did too!"
"Not!"
"Too!"
They continued their childish argument. I let them get on with it. Everybody needs a way to keep busy when there is nothing to do but wait. I daydream. There are thousands of places I'd rather be right now, thousands of experiences I would rather relive. My first date with Jack after I had quit the air force, his proposal off world when the natives thought we were demons and locked us up, dancing at my wedding, Christmas at our house with all our friends. Hey, I'd even take our almost honeymoon in Italy which was interrupted by a call from General Hammond. Any where as long as it wasn't here. Nephthys seemed to want to wear us down with waiting, I hate waiting.
"What other thing?" Daniel asked, interrupting my thought again.
I frowned at him.
"Jack asked if it was `the other thing`," he clarified.
I smiled, throwing a conspiratorial glance at Jack. He did the same.
`Should we tell him? `
I asked the question with my eyes. He shrugged as if to say, `why not`. I turned back to Daniel. I felt Jacks arm creep casually around my waist. Usually we're totally professional at work, well, apart from the proposal thing, but hey that was life and death and this was our anniversary.
"We're trying for a baby," I told him.
He looked shocked for a moment but recovered quickly. A grin spread across his face.
"That's great," he shouts.
"Yeah," Jack agrees.
It might seem strange for us to be talking about things like this whilst imprisoned in a Goa'uld palace but honestly, what else was there to do?