Chapter 10 by Natters.
I have good news and bad news. Good news is we're almost half way (we will get to that fertility ceremony eventually – I promise). Bad news is Chapter 11 (up tomorrow) will be the last chapter until next Monday (27th). Please keep up the reviews
Thank you to my dark seductive far off Abbot for sticking with me. Keep trying to tempt me with the cookies ;)
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Sam's POV – 1 hour later
I wonder if this band is gonna take a break any time soon? They've been at it for over an hour and a half now. The next person who asks me to dance is going to get a refusal. Even if it's the President himself.
"Mind if I cut in?" asks Daniel.
My current partner, Lieutenant Littlefield, tenses, but obligingly hands me over to one of my best friends. At least Daniel knows how to dance. And doesn't have wandering hands.
"Sam, you okay?"
"Oh, sorry Daniel. I was just thinking, it's nice to be dancing with someone who doesn't have two left feet and eight hands."
"Well, after this next song, why don't you take a break."
"I'm used to it. Whenever Dad was around I used to get dragged to parties, and he always warned me that it was impolite to refuse a dance from any gentleman who asks. Even if he was rude, smelly or six times my age."
"Six times your age?"
"I was eight years old at the time. I used to sit at the table with Mom, and beg any one to tell me a story about flying. One night we were at this dance and I looked up, and my Dad's casually chatting to Buzz Aldrin! The way he described EVA… I wanted to be an astronaut from that moment on. And now… my dreams come true. And it's better than I could possibly imagine."
I look in the Colonel's direction. I'd love to go over and join him. To sit on that stool beside him and just be… Carter. He looks to be in a bad mood though. Cassie's pulling on his hand. She probably wants to dance with him. You and me both Cass. What the hell, everyone else here's been dancing with whomever they want. No ranks have stopped them. I-
"Major. Doctor. May I cut in?"
Daniel glances at Colonel O'Neill, and then smiles apologetically at me as he lets Captain Smits interrupt. Okay, big smile and think about the improvements to the latest doohic- Particle beam accelerator waiting in the lab. I'm sure I can increase the efficiency now. After all, it's been months since we rescued the Colonel, and I should take another crack at it.