Archive Post: "Defining Sam from A-Z - ficlets" (G)
So it was Abyssis' birthday and we all got together to write her 26 (ha! 27) ficlets using all the letters of the alphabet :D
"Defining Sam from A-Z"
Here are mine:
M is for Martouf
For a moment it was like looking at an anaglyph image; two versions of the same man overlaid and mingled into one. But she could discern their edges, could see the trick being played on her eyes was of her own devising. She had to remind herself that they weren't the same, that he wasn't truly Martouf miraculously resurrected, but another person entirely.
He met her gaze, but his expression was oddly opaque and closed. She couldn't read anything into his reaction at all and that was discomfiting and oddly awash with a feeling that could only be described as bitter.
It was still there, buried under the mingled layers of Jolinar and self; the fleeting impressions of desire and the tangled web of emotion she felt for him. The sense memory of her skin was still twinned with both the weight of his body lowered to her own, and the warmth of his blood on her palms.
She was aware of them; the naquadah tingling through her veins, the impression unsought yet familiar. Lantash lay quiescent within, as silent as his companion. She wondered about their shared thoughts, wondered if they were as shaken to encounter a Samantha that hadn't left them, but had killed them instead.
There would be no absolution here.
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O is for O'Malley's
"What's so funny?" Cam narrows his eyes, sensing a joke at his expense.
Sam smothers a secret smile and concentrates on the frothy head of her beer to keep from laughing. "It's nothing really," she demurs and waves a hand in protest as he threatens to flick peanuts at her. "No really, it's stupid."
She exchanges a meaningful glance with Daniel and dissolves into giggles as he clears his throat.
"Clearly deranged," Cam complains. "I'll blame it on the hoodoo alien water you drank earlier, or overexposure to that toxic jell-o you're so fond of imbibing."
"Or the nanites," Daniel mutters, setting Sam into fresh gales of laughter.
"Been skimping on those mission reports again? Because I think I'd remember that." He pops the rogue peanut into his mouth and chews for a moment before leaning forward suddenly. "Unless you somehow fiddled with the space-time continuum again and somehow forgot to mention it?"
"Daniel Jackson refers to a different circumstance, Colonel Mitchell." Teal'c lifts an eyebrow and takes another sip of his drink.
"Small mercies. Although I'll note you failed to entirely contradict the whole messing with the universe thing."
"I'm getting better at it." Sam snorts in derision. "The last time was only minimally fraught with difficulty and danger."
"So what's with all the laughing then?"
"Your fly is open," says Daniel.
"It is no-Hey!"
"Made you look, though."
Sam leans over and pats his hand in a consoling manner. "At least they're still on - your pants I mean."
"Twenty days straight. It's a record." Cam lifts his glass in a mock salute. "And don't think I don't know about your little plan for later."
"You were planning on complaining?"
"I'm wearing my fancy boxers in anticipation."
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And abyssisinia4077 wrote A whole heap of awesome alphabet fic herself, thus proving that great minds do indeed think alike.
:D
"Defining Sam from A-Z"
Here are mine:
M is for Martouf
For a moment it was like looking at an anaglyph image; two versions of the same man overlaid and mingled into one. But she could discern their edges, could see the trick being played on her eyes was of her own devising. She had to remind herself that they weren't the same, that he wasn't truly Martouf miraculously resurrected, but another person entirely.
He met her gaze, but his expression was oddly opaque and closed. She couldn't read anything into his reaction at all and that was discomfiting and oddly awash with a feeling that could only be described as bitter.
It was still there, buried under the mingled layers of Jolinar and self; the fleeting impressions of desire and the tangled web of emotion she felt for him. The sense memory of her skin was still twinned with both the weight of his body lowered to her own, and the warmth of his blood on her palms.
She was aware of them; the naquadah tingling through her veins, the impression unsought yet familiar. Lantash lay quiescent within, as silent as his companion. She wondered about their shared thoughts, wondered if they were as shaken to encounter a Samantha that hadn't left them, but had killed them instead.
There would be no absolution here.
********
O is for O'Malley's
"What's so funny?" Cam narrows his eyes, sensing a joke at his expense.
Sam smothers a secret smile and concentrates on the frothy head of her beer to keep from laughing. "It's nothing really," she demurs and waves a hand in protest as he threatens to flick peanuts at her. "No really, it's stupid."
She exchanges a meaningful glance with Daniel and dissolves into giggles as he clears his throat.
"Clearly deranged," Cam complains. "I'll blame it on the hoodoo alien water you drank earlier, or overexposure to that toxic jell-o you're so fond of imbibing."
"Or the nanites," Daniel mutters, setting Sam into fresh gales of laughter.
"Been skimping on those mission reports again? Because I think I'd remember that." He pops the rogue peanut into his mouth and chews for a moment before leaning forward suddenly. "Unless you somehow fiddled with the space-time continuum again and somehow forgot to mention it?"
"Daniel Jackson refers to a different circumstance, Colonel Mitchell." Teal'c lifts an eyebrow and takes another sip of his drink.
"Small mercies. Although I'll note you failed to entirely contradict the whole messing with the universe thing."
"I'm getting better at it." Sam snorts in derision. "The last time was only minimally fraught with difficulty and danger."
"So what's with all the laughing then?"
"Your fly is open," says Daniel.
"It is no-Hey!"
"Made you look, though."
Sam leans over and pats his hand in a consoling manner. "At least they're still on - your pants I mean."
"Twenty days straight. It's a record." Cam lifts his glass in a mock salute. "And don't think I don't know about your little plan for later."
"You were planning on complaining?"
"I'm wearing my fancy boxers in anticipation."
********
And abyssisinia4077 wrote A whole heap of awesome alphabet fic herself, thus proving that great minds do indeed think alike.
:D