Chapter Seven

Hammond had been convinced by Daniel Jackson to allow his people to remain on Denai for another twenty-four hours, in hopes that the rebels and their disgruntled brethren could come to an accord. By the following afternoon, much to everyone's relief, the rebels had somehow come to an agreement with their wayward members, and peace talks were scheduled to continue the next day.

In the meantime SGs 1 and 12 were invited to a celebration of sort; they were to be honored by the Denai government with a dinner prepared in their honor. Even a few of The Truthsayers would be present.

"Daniel, I don't care if it is the custom for all females to wear this; I won't appear in public in something that covers so little of my..."

She was at a loss for words as she looked with angry yet curious disdain at the skimpy, pink outfit. The woman in her wished Jack could see her in this filmy piece of clothing, but alas he wasn't here.

"Parts?" Daniel offered to fill in where Sam's mind had failed.

'Body? Booty? Luscious female anatomy?' His mind continued filling in until his body began to respond in a most embarrassing manner, causing him to turn his back on her to hide his growing problem. 'It's a good thing Jack isn't here... One look at the bulge in my pants and Jack would dissect me and feed me to those vile creatures that lived in the swamp on P2X-648!

"CaptainCarter do you not think it important that we observe the customs of the Denai people even though they may be somewhat embarrassing?" The big guy always spoke with reason and good sense, Sam knew, but she wasn't sure she could bring herself to agree to this!

"Yes, Teal'c, it is, but this is just too much!"

"Shouldn't that be 'too little'," Daniel asked as he slipped into a long shirt worn by Denai men. His back was still turned to her, but Sam could hear the laughter in his voice.

"Funny, Daniel! And just for your information, I'm pretty sure that shirt is to be worn without pants. Don't tell me you didn't notice our escorts?"

He had noticed, but he was hoping it was just personal preference on their part. No way was he wearing this shirt, even though long, over nothing more than his briefs! 'What a day to choose bikini briefs over boxers, Jackson!'

"I guess I need to confer with someone," he said, stepping out into the hallway.

They had been shown to this room upon their arrival on Denai the day before, and were told it would be their quarters while they were at the Denai post. Just a few minutes ago a young Denai woman had arrived and handed Carter a stack of clothing, which she explained was for them to wear at tonight's dinner party. Carter quickly handed out what appeared to be shirts like she had seen the two men wearing yesterday. Actually she had noticed the men's bare legs much more than she had noticed their shirts, but she wasn't about to admit that to anyone!

Off to one side there was a large bathroom of sorts, with a tub the size of Carter's entire bathroom at home. Daniel had suggested that perhaps it was a communal bath which they were meant to enjoy as a group. Sam just looked at him skeptically and Teal'c had just raised one eyebrow.

In accordance with modern American custom and morays, they had each used the room separately. There were four beds in the room, four chairs and a table and shelves built in to one wall which contained towels, clean bed linens and nothing more. Daniel told them the empty shelves were probably for clothing, but he kept his extra pair of BDUs in his backpack, as did Carter and Teal'c.

The walls were bare and painted a pale shade of gray, reminding Carter of her base quarters. Just as she had always done in boot camp or any other dormitory situation, Sam had hurried to select the bed nearest the bathroom, just in case she needed to use the bathroom during the night. She was also always the first one into the showers...or in this case...tub. SG-12 had been given their own room and she imagined it looked much like this one.

Daniel had finally come back into the room, holding the hand of the young lady who had brought them their new clothes. She was smiling warmly, obviously enjoying holding the hand of her new friend Dr. Jackson.

"Sam this is Lynn. She says she will help you put on the woman's sheeshta. And Teal'c, it looks like your pants are gonna have to come off. Our tunics are to be worn over bare legs," he told the big scowling man. Sam just gave him a smug 'I told you so look.'

"We are expected to pay homage to their god of abundance...er...bounty...meaning sexual bounty, not crops and such," he informed the unblinking Jaffa. Daniel unzipped his trousers and sat down on his bed to remove them. Teal'c did likewise.

"If you will please remove your clothing, I will help you tie the sheeshta," the young woman told Sam, who was turning the thing topsy-turvy, trying to figure out which end went where.

"Uh...we'll need to go in there," Sam said pointing at the bathroom. She figured that if the guys were going to wear these stupid clothes, she would just have to suck it up, to use a favorite phrase of her ex-commander. So she led and the woman followed, albeit with a quizzical look on her face. Soon the angry sound of Sam's voice could be heard through the thin door.

"No. No! There's no way I'm going anywhere dressed like this!" The door opened and the young woman came out in tears.

"Ah, Sam, look what you did! You made her cry," Daniel shouted as the woman ran out of their room. "Come on out. It can't be that bad," he added in encouragement.

But it was that bad...or 'good' his id said, as he gazed in awe at the splendid sight that was Samantha Carter. Her legs were mostly bare, being covered just to mid-thigh by the see-through pink fabric, which was almost the same shade as her pale skin, thus giving the appearance that she was totally nude!

The large piece of material was twisted and knotted between her breasts, leaving the tops of those pearly globes totally uncovered. Her backside was bare from her creamy shoulders down to just above the crack between the mounds of her luscious, firm ass. And since she had done as she was instructed and removed her underwear, she might as well have been wearing absolutely nothing!

Daniel gulped and quickly turned his mind to his grandfather, his Ancient Cultures Sociology professor and Jack O'Neill. Yep, that last one definitely helped ruin the mood!

"Indeed!"

This was terrible, Sam thought, as she stood shivering...not from a chill... but out of nervousness. 'Now I'm gonna either have to kill the members of SG-12 or pay them off!' She'd be damned if this dress...er...whatever...was gonna see the light of day in their mission reports! She was certain she could convince Daniel and Teal'c to omit any description of the offensive garment, but her fellow Airmen were another matter entirely!

"So...we good to go?" Daniel asked them. Teal'c nodded, while Sam just hung her head and followed the two men out of the room.

TBC