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SG-1: silly, How to Make a Start
Disclaimer: Not mine. Rating: PG. Set: Pre-Reckoning. Spoilers: Er. Gemini, New Order.
Notes: Totally RowanD's fault. (incidentally, the title is from Garbage's 'The Trick is to Keep Breathing', the next line is 'everything's about to fall apart'.
Warnings: Character death, inappropriate humor, emus.
Pairings: Er... Sam/Pete, vague Sam/Jack
I make no claims to liking or disliking Pete.
How to Make a Start
by ALC Punk!
Okay, so maybe she'd been working in her lab too long, trying to re-perfect the replicator deflector. It could have applications for use against the goa'uld (plus, she hadn't given up on modulating it for its original use), and someone at the Pentagon had to agree, because she definitely was getting funding. And donuts. Sam Carter had no idea why everyone seemed to think the world ran on donuts, but they kept sending them (and her monthly pay stubs), so she didn't object. Much. Besides, Teal'c liked donuts, so she fed him.
But, really, that was no reason for Daniel to call her ditzy.
"Daniel," her tone was sharp, and she gestured with the component she'd been tinkering with. "I don't have time for this."
He made a face, and crossed his arms, "Sam, you don't have time for anything."
"I know, I just..." Fine. He was guilting her into it. She scrubbed a hand across her face. "What is it?"
"Pete. You do remember you have a fiancé, yes?"
"Yes," she snapped, irritated. "It's a little hard to forget."
"Even if you don't wear the ring."
"I don't want to damage it," she defended, even more irritated. Lab accidents were even more common at the SGC, and considering the number of chemical burns, heat burns and equipment scratches her hands had sustained over the last eight years, trusting that one thin band of gold with a big, honkin' diamond on it wouldn't be damaged was like hoping General O'Neill had read your report. Prior to the briefing. And, a little niggling voice in her brain said, you just don't want to wear it.
"Uh-huh." Rolling his eyes, Daniel relaxed his stance slightly, "Well, Sam, I'm here to inform you that your fiancé was on a case yesterday, involving the zoo."
"Colorado Springs has a zoo?" Well, no one ever said she got out much.
"Yes, Sam, it does," more exaggerated patience from the man fast becoming her *least* favorite archeologist. Maybe she'd go home and curl up and watch Raiders of the Lost Ark for a real man. "And Pete was working a case involving kidnaped animals."
"I think he mentioned something about that the last time I talked to him." Actually, she hadn't been paying attention, too busy correlating data in her mind and wondering if Pete would notice if she slept on base for a week so she didn't have to go far from her lab. She was *this* close to a break-through, and it would be nice to have something to show to the Pentagon. Or they might stop sending her donuts.
"Did he?"
"Yeah."
"And you were oh so interested, I'm sure."
"Maybe?" Exasperated, she waved a hand and continued, "Look, Daniel, I'm busy. Just get to the point."
"Pete was run over by an emu yesterday, and killed in the line of duty."
Sam blinked. "The-huh-what now?" She gaped.
"Dead. And unlike me, he can't come back."
Okay. She was pretty sure she was supposed to feel something. Surprise? Grief? Maybe a little pain and sadness at the idea that she wasn't going to marry him--oh. There it was. She grabbed the lab bench and blinked. "Very blunt, Dr. Jackson."
"Well, Sam, I don't know what else to be."
"Yeah..."
"Sam?"
"I..." She looked at the man she considered a friend and found that she couldn't smile. "I don't know what to say or feel, Daniel."
"You're supposed to feel upset, Sam. Sad." Daniel shrugged, "Or maybe relief."
"Oh." Turning back to the component, she sighed, "Daniel? Go away."
"What, you're not gonna ask for details, or cry?"
"Carters don't cry."
"Uh-huh. Yeah."
She blinked back something that felt like tears. Psychosomatic, she decided. She didn't hurt. Yes, there was... something there. Anger, maybe. But this didn't feel like Janet had--there was no ripping pain, no desperate need to prove that everyone else she cared for was still alive.
No need to find the Colonel and tell him she was glad it wasn't him.
He was a General now.
"Sam?"
She'd forgotten he was there. Her head came up, and she stared at him. "Why don't I feel sad?"
"Not a question for me. Try MacKenzie."
She shuddered. "Never mind." The components on her lab bench were calling, the solution to the mystery was dancing just beyond her reach. And she didn't know how long she had before the replicators would return. "I should get back to work."
"Yeah."
It wasn't until later, curled in her on base quarters, arms wrapped around herself, that she finally gave vent to the feelings Daniel's announcement had inspired. After all, it wasn't every day that a man was run over by an emu.
Eerie laughter drifted through the halls of the SGC.
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Notes: Totally RowanD's fault. (incidentally, the title is from Garbage's 'The Trick is to Keep Breathing', the next line is 'everything's about to fall apart'.
Warnings: Character death, inappropriate humor, emus.
Pairings: Er... Sam/Pete, vague Sam/Jack
I make no claims to liking or disliking Pete.
How to Make a Start
by ALC Punk!
Okay, so maybe she'd been working in her lab too long, trying to re-perfect the replicator deflector. It could have applications for use against the goa'uld (plus, she hadn't given up on modulating it for its original use), and someone at the Pentagon had to agree, because she definitely was getting funding. And donuts. Sam Carter had no idea why everyone seemed to think the world ran on donuts, but they kept sending them (and her monthly pay stubs), so she didn't object. Much. Besides, Teal'c liked donuts, so she fed him.
But, really, that was no reason for Daniel to call her ditzy.
"Daniel," her tone was sharp, and she gestured with the component she'd been tinkering with. "I don't have time for this."
He made a face, and crossed his arms, "Sam, you don't have time for anything."
"I know, I just..." Fine. He was guilting her into it. She scrubbed a hand across her face. "What is it?"
"Pete. You do remember you have a fiancé, yes?"
"Yes," she snapped, irritated. "It's a little hard to forget."
"Even if you don't wear the ring."
"I don't want to damage it," she defended, even more irritated. Lab accidents were even more common at the SGC, and considering the number of chemical burns, heat burns and equipment scratches her hands had sustained over the last eight years, trusting that one thin band of gold with a big, honkin' diamond on it wouldn't be damaged was like hoping General O'Neill had read your report. Prior to the briefing. And, a little niggling voice in her brain said, you just don't want to wear it.
"Uh-huh." Rolling his eyes, Daniel relaxed his stance slightly, "Well, Sam, I'm here to inform you that your fiancé was on a case yesterday, involving the zoo."
"Colorado Springs has a zoo?" Well, no one ever said she got out much.
"Yes, Sam, it does," more exaggerated patience from the man fast becoming her *least* favorite archeologist. Maybe she'd go home and curl up and watch Raiders of the Lost Ark for a real man. "And Pete was working a case involving kidnaped animals."
"I think he mentioned something about that the last time I talked to him." Actually, she hadn't been paying attention, too busy correlating data in her mind and wondering if Pete would notice if she slept on base for a week so she didn't have to go far from her lab. She was *this* close to a break-through, and it would be nice to have something to show to the Pentagon. Or they might stop sending her donuts.
"Did he?"
"Yeah."
"And you were oh so interested, I'm sure."
"Maybe?" Exasperated, she waved a hand and continued, "Look, Daniel, I'm busy. Just get to the point."
"Pete was run over by an emu yesterday, and killed in the line of duty."
Sam blinked. "The-huh-what now?" She gaped.
"Dead. And unlike me, he can't come back."
Okay. She was pretty sure she was supposed to feel something. Surprise? Grief? Maybe a little pain and sadness at the idea that she wasn't going to marry him--oh. There it was. She grabbed the lab bench and blinked. "Very blunt, Dr. Jackson."
"Well, Sam, I don't know what else to be."
"Yeah..."
"Sam?"
"I..." She looked at the man she considered a friend and found that she couldn't smile. "I don't know what to say or feel, Daniel."
"You're supposed to feel upset, Sam. Sad." Daniel shrugged, "Or maybe relief."
"Oh." Turning back to the component, she sighed, "Daniel? Go away."
"What, you're not gonna ask for details, or cry?"
"Carters don't cry."
"Uh-huh. Yeah."
She blinked back something that felt like tears. Psychosomatic, she decided. She didn't hurt. Yes, there was... something there. Anger, maybe. But this didn't feel like Janet had--there was no ripping pain, no desperate need to prove that everyone else she cared for was still alive.
No need to find the Colonel and tell him she was glad it wasn't him.
He was a General now.
"Sam?"
She'd forgotten he was there. Her head came up, and she stared at him. "Why don't I feel sad?"
"Not a question for me. Try MacKenzie."
She shuddered. "Never mind." The components on her lab bench were calling, the solution to the mystery was dancing just beyond her reach. And she didn't know how long she had before the replicators would return. "I should get back to work."
"Yeah."
It wasn't until later, curled in her on base quarters, arms wrapped around herself, that she finally gave vent to the feelings Daniel's announcement had inspired. After all, it wasn't every day that a man was run over by an emu.
Eerie laughter drifted through the halls of the SGC.
-f-
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*looks pained*
*laughter ERRUPTS OUT*
*falls off chair*
Oh . My . God .
BWAHAHAHAHAH
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What have I done...
:D:D:D:D:D
I am...utterly...speechless...
RowanD
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(I notice you have not mocked me for writing j/d. *sad*)
Well, how would YOU react to Pete being run over by an emu?
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Er. *smirks* You've caused a monster. *nods* And let me write snarky!Daniel, which is always a good thing.
;)
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I would be very sad for Valeah as she loves him SO.
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Hrm. Well, good to know. Walk on with that mocking, sistah!
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*re-reads the last paragraphs and laughs hysterically*
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"Pete was run over by an emu yesterday, and killed in the line of duty."
*insert laughter/coughing fit here* My goodness, now there's a death! *falls over*
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Now the question is: did the emu break a nail during the stampede?
*ponders*
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Er, and, uh, welcome... O.o
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Yes.
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In fact, where is that emu, I wanna think it!
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RFLMAO!!
Best. Icon. Ever.
Did you make?
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It has been suitably rewarded. ;)
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Yep, I did. *pats Nate*
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*slips emu a fifty*
What?
Also - HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!! *fangirls you*
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Thaaaaaankyou. ;)
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Snort. *nearly dies of laughter*
But, don't be surprised if you get a phone call from some animal rights group asking if any emus (plural sp?) were harmed in the writing of this fic.
Imagine the terror and pain that poor animal suffered when it trampled Pete.
Good emu. *pets emu*
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In the best of all possible ways, but, omg. You win a special award for "best use of emu in fanfic."
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Anytime!