If there are still people reading this, you guys are my heroes!
I realize this story started off kinda weird, but I'm doing my best for it to make sense. So be kind and just bear with me. I alsowent back and redid thesecond chapter. They made sense to me when I wrote them because I was half asleep. So if you haven't read the redone second chapter, go read it. The changes made were towards the end and had to be done for later chapters. Enough of my rambling though.
Anyways, hope you guys enjoy this chapter.
As per usual, all the recognizable stuff ain't mine.
(I also get to see Wicked in four days!)
Sam blearily opened her eyes and yawned. She sat up in bed and looked around the room. Sunlight streamed in through a window across from the wooden door. Dark purple curtains fluttered in the faint breeze. A nightstand stood next to the down bed. By the door was a beautifully carved wooden dresser resting under a silver framed mirror. Across from the bed was a decent size fireplace, an overstuffed chair three feet away from the hearth. On the opposite side of the chair was an old wooden rocking chair, the dust covering the wood. On one side of the window was a large bookshelf full of old books. The other side had a chair and a desk with several sheets of parchment resting on the flat surface.
Sam carefully eased herself out of the bed and stood on her feet. She slowly made her way to the window and stared out. She could hear servants running around below her as they started their daily chores. She turned and noticed a door near the bed that she figured must lead to the closet.
Sam shuffled around the room, looking at the mirror and dresser briefly before making her way over to the desk. The blank parchment stared back up at her. She made her way over to the bookshelf and swept her gaze over the bindings, noticing not only the layer of dust on the books, but also that some of them seemed to be children's books.
She frowned and pulled one off of the shelf. She then walked over to the window and sat on the wide ledge. Shivering slightly she pulled the velvet purple curtain around herself. She then opened the book and began paging through it. Her brow furrowed in puzzlement; she did not know how, but she recognized the pictures and words within the book. She continued to page through the book, not hearing the door enter.
Elphaba walked into the room wearing a black dress and a black veil to hide her face. She paused when she saw Sam sitting on the ledge. A faint smile tugged at the corners of her mouth and she cleared her throat.
Sam jumped and looked up. She closed the book and untangled herself from the curtain. She stood up and set the book down on the window ledge. "I'm Lieutenant Colonel Samantha Carter," she said after several long moments of awkward silence.
"I am the Mistress of Kiamo Ko," Elphaba said.
"Are my friends okay?" Sam asked.
"They are fine," Elphaba assured her. "Breakfast is about to be served. I was hoping you would be up to come down and eat with us."
Sam's stomach chose that moment to growl and she blushed faintly. "That'd be great, thank you," she said. She located her boots and quickly tied them on. When she was ready, Elphaba guided her down from the East Tower to the dining area on the ground floor.
"Sam!" two voices exclaimed.
"Colonel Carter," a third voice calmly said.
Sam smiled at her three friends. "Hey guys," she said.
"Had us worry Sam," Cameron said as they all sat down. "You've been out for a week and a half."
"Must've gotten hit harder than I thought," Sam said.
"Be glad that Chistery and his brethren were out patrolling. They saw the Gale Force attack you and thought it wise to bring you here," Elphaba said.
"Chistery?" Daniel repeated.
"I know that name," Sam said with a frown. "And the name Kiamo Ko."
"Please, eat. I would like to speak with you in private after you are finished Colonel Carter," Elphaba said. She rose to her feet and walked out of the room.
"This is weird," Cameron said. "It looks like we're in the 'merry old land of Oz'," he said.
"Yeah, but how?" Daniel asked.
"That mirror," Sam said. "Maybe it's some sort of transportation device."
"Perhaps it serves as a portal to this world," Teal'c suggested.
"It's possible," Sam admitted. They slowly ate their food, speculating on how they could have arrived at where they were.
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Sam walked out of the dining room an hour later. Elphaba was there waiting by the stairs. "This way, please," she said to the blonde. Sam followed her up several flights of stairs. By the time they came to a halt, Sam's calves were burning with exhaustion. Elphaba opened the door they had stopped in front of and walked inside. Sam followed her and Elphaba shut the door.
"Why the long walk?" Sam asked.
"We have much to discuss Samantha," Elphaba said as she walked over to a dresser. She reached up and removed the veil from her face but kept her back to Sam.
"What do we have to talk about? I've never been here before."
"Yes you have," Elphaba said. "I know who you are. You are Samantha Fael Thropp, daughter of Elphaba Thropp and Fiyero Tigalaar."
"How do you know me?" Sam asked.
"You know your real name?" Elphaba asked, unable to keep the shock from her voice. She forced herself to keep her back to Sam.
Sam nodded. "I know I was given to the Carters when I was a young child. They told me my real name and that I was some from faraway magical place. When I grew up I stopped believing in the story."
"Did they tell you the name of this magical place?"
Sam shifted uncomfortably. "They said I was from Oz, but I never believed them. Oz was a make-believe place; it didn't exist in real life. I can see now that's not entirely true," she said.
"Did they ever tell you who your parents were?" Elphaba asked.
"No," Sam admitted. "All they told me was that the tattoo I had was so that they could find me again."
"And they have," Elphaba said softly.
"You're saying that you're my mother?" Sam asked skeptically.
"I am," Elphaba said.
"Prove it."
"You have a blue diamond tattoo on the back of your left shoulder."
"You could've seen that when you were caring for me," Sam said. "Besides, if the story of Wicked is right, Elphaba's green."
Elphaba slowly turned. Sam's mouth fell open in shock. "Hello my daughter."
Sam groped around for a seat and sat down hard. Her mouth opened and closed, no sound coming out. Elphaba knelt down in front of Sam and gently brushed several strands of hair out of Sam's face.
"This…this isn't…it can't be…there's no way…" Sam stuttered.
"It is real," Elphaba said. "I swear to you that it is my little angel."
Distant and buried memories came crashing to the forefront of Sam's mind. She faintly remembered running through the halls of the castle as a small child, playing with Chistery. She saw herself being taken to the Carters to be raised as threats of a war began surfacing in Oz. She could see Elphaba crying as she handed the blonde haired toddler over to Jacob and Jessica Carter.
Tears streamed down Sam's face as she looked at Elphaba. "It…it is real," Sam said through her tears.
"It has been three long years since I last saw you," Elphaba said, hugging Sam.
"But…how? I mean, I'm a lot older than eight," Sam said, breaking apart the hug.
"I don't know. All I care about is that I have my child back."
"Time must travel slower here than in the other world," Sam mused softly. "Or maybe something else dictates how much time goes by between worlds."
"It doesn't matter," Elphaba said.
Sam nodded. "I guess it doesn't." She fell silent.
"What's wrong?" Elphaba asked as she rose to her feet.
"What do I tell my friends? They have no clue I'm from Oz."
"Tell them the truth. If they truly are your friends, they shouldn't care where you come from," Elphaba said. Sam nodded, her thoughts drifting towards what she could tell her friends.
Hope that chapter made sense. Things will start picking up in laterchapters, I promise. Until the next update, review!