Holy son of a Tok'ra! It's an update! Be amazed!...I am...
Okay, so it's quarter to midnight at the moment and I was struck with a little inspiration for this story. I decided to share it with you all since it's been what? Nearly three months since my last update? Hopefully more will be on the way, but I promise nothing. Not this time.
Elphie Muse: The steel enforced writer's block wall has a tiny crack, hence the chapter.
Yep. That and everything I attacked the wall with backfired on me.
Elphie Muse: What do you expect from attacking a wall with pudding?
...the wall...turning...into...pudding? n.n;;
Elphie Muse: Oye vey...and don't start that oye vey stuff from Madagascar!
I won't. I will say though this story not only has me stumped with a writer's block wall, but I've also gotten back into my favorite anime of all time: Sailor Moon...and I've discovered Seramyu, the live action musicals of Sailor Moon...don't diss them...
Elphie Muse: You're rambling.
Oh...gomen...er...sorry!
I don't own the rights to SG-1, but I think with SciFi not renewing the contract to SG-1 it's up for sale...now if only I were rich and had a TV station/channel to air SG-1...v.v...
Sam sighed as she stared at Jack's backside. Eighteen days had passed, or two ninans as nine days in a row were called on Asengard, and the group was close to Sidisport, a large trading city that was a magnet for practically every raider and evil-doer on the planet.
Sam shifted on the saddle to her dnu and bowed her head. Ever since her return Jack had treated her differently. To make matters worse, every time she had tried to talk to him about it, he had found something to do. Sam was ready to slap some sense into Jack, but was too worried about fighting the Ori to do anything about it.
"Hey, you all right?" Dakota asked, reining his dnu beside hers.
Sam shrugged. "I don't know. Jack and I…for the past several years we've had this…weird relationship because of the military regulations, but when we came here, we thought we could be together." Sam's hand went to her sternum where the purple gem had been set into her bone. Before their trip to find the Aiuven, Sam and Jack had become betrothed to be Promised. When they would become Promised, a blue gem would be set into both their bones below the purple one. "I guess we were wrong."
Dakota looked at his sister, seeing the pain and confusion in her eyes. His gaze shifted to Jack and he closed his eyes. He could sense the older man's confusion and emotional torment. The blonde haired man opened his eyes and looked at his sister. "Did you force him to talk to you?" Dakota asked. "Jack might be feeling the same emotions as you."
"Now's as good a time as any," Sam agreed. She urged her dnu forward and rode alongside Jack.
"Nice move," a voice said.
Dakota turned and smiled at Janet. He shrugged, a smile on his face. "I do what I can. What about you? You training to become a wolfwalker?"
Janet nodded. "Yeah. The wolves actually saved my life. A couple of years ago, I was seriously wounded on an off world mission. I was brought back to Earth, but I started to slip away. The next thing I know I'm hearing voices in my head." Dakota smiled and listened as Janet related her story as Jack and Sam talked.
"Why have you been avoiding me?" Sam demanded.
"I haven't been avoiding you," Jack muttered.
"Yes you have been! Ever since I've come back as a moonwarrior you've been avoiding me like the plague. What's wrong? I deserve to know," Sam growled.
Jack sighed and ran a hand through his silver hair. "It's just…isn't everything different now that you're a…moonwarrior or whatever?"
"No. I'm still Samantha Carter. I'm just also a moonwarrior. Jack…I love you. Nothing in this world or plane of existence or beyond can change that. We're soulmates," she said.
"How can you be so sure? This a moonwarrior gift?" Jack asked.
"No. It's a woman's intuition," she replied.
Wolfwalker! Danger is near! Lakota shouted in her head. Sam's hand immediately went to her bow. She swiftly knocked an arrow and held it loosely. Jack saw her reaction and pulled his sword free. The others saw and quickly followed suit, readying their weapons.
An arrow flew out from the trees and struck Sam in the right shoulder. She broke off the end of the shaft as Dion and Gamon fired several arrows into the trees. Two cries met their ears and Dakota leapt off of his horse. He ran into the trees and a moment later a figure came flying out, landing in a heap at the group's feet.
Are there anymore? Sam asked.
I will check, Lakota said and slipped into the bushes. There were only three in this pack wolfwalker.
Sam relaxed and the group moved several meters away to a more defendable spot. Sam slid off of her dnu and let Dion and Janet tended to her shoulder. Aranur finished tying the man's hands and stepped back. "Who are you?" the weapons master demanded. The man remained silent.
Jack grabbed him by the shirt and hauled him up. "I suggest you tell us now or else things will get very messy," he said in a dangerous voice. "Who are you?"
"It doesn't matter," the man grinned. "My Masters will Ascend me for following their commands. All non-believers must be purged!"
"He's a follower of the Ori," Sam said, wincing as Dion began stitching her shoulder. "He's been trailing us since the last town."
"How do you know that?" Janet asked.
"Moonwarrior gift," Dakota said. "I'm curious as to why though."
"That's no secret. You two pose a threat to the Ori. Stands to reason they'd want you dead as quickly as possible," Gamon figured.
"We'll probably find refuge in Sidisport," Sam said.
"You can't be serious," Dion exclaimed.
"Sidisport is a raider's haven and…" Aranur began.
"And the only place the Prior won't go just yet," Sam cut him off. "From what I've read and learned, raiders are everything the Priors preach against."
"She's right," Dakota agreed. "We'll be safer in town for a while. Sam's shoulder will be healed in a day or two which will give us time to determine if a Prior has visited Sidisport yet."
Sam fixed her shirt and jerkin and rose to her feet. She looked down at the man. "What do we do with him?" Gamon asked.
Dakota stepped forward and placed his hand on the man's head. He closed his eyes for several moments. His head lifted and he stepped away. "He'll have no memory of us when we leave," Dakota said. "Let's go."
All non-flame reviews are welcomed! Now excuse me while I go watch Sailor Moon transformations in German...they amuse me and make me giggle...
Elphie Muse: ...Like an idiot...
Oi! Elphie Muse-chan wa baka desu!
Elphie Muse: Speak English!
Iie! Viva la Sailor Moon! Hahahahahahaha!...:runs into brick wall and knocks self out:
Elphie Muse: o.o...-.-;;...