He just wasn't getting a good night's sleep since he'd found that reel. Since he'd watched his team die in the name of entertainment. It wasn't nightmares this time--he'd long gotten used to those. Frustration, agitation, irritation...those were better explanations for his shorter stays in New Atlantis.
He would have to talk to someone soon. Either he would get to choose who, or--if pattern held--Vala would turn up at his hut once more, demanding to know what had messed up his pattern this time. It was for the best that he speak with SG-1, at least. They could be spared the shock of finding the reels.
He just....wasn't quite ready yet to figure out how to say it, so instead he found himself jogging through the night. The woman his path took him across was familiar, but it took a moment to recall her name.
"Evening." It was a substitute for asking outright whether she were forming some sort of wish list.
At her question, he glanced up at the unfamiliar sky. The changing sky didn't provide the comfort it might've on a mission. He hadn't found any sort of pattern that could have implied they were jumping in circles. Just a constant motion that meant Sam would have to predict where they'd go next before they did.
"Just running. S'less likely to cause heatstroke in the evening."
"Less chance of sunburn, too. See how fair my skin is?" She stuck her arm out towards him. "The few days I was here I went all boiled lobster. Hey, Cameron, isn't it?"
She snapped her fingers. "You're one of the unlucky sods who got to deal with me before I got my memory back." She remembered speaking to him briefly at a party after that, but it hadn't been long enough for the subject to come up.
He shrugged and offered and easy smile. He vaguely recalled something strange like she'd said the last time they'd met--but the day had been busy, and the most he remembered of it involved Morgan.
"I don't recall anything that I'd consider myself unfortunate for." She hadn't been so bad, as arrivals went.
Donna gave him a Look. "I thought you were a character on a reality show on the telly," she said. "Also, I had amnesia. Not my best moments, I assure you. Of course, now that I remember everything I'm not sure I feel much better. Ignorance is bliss and all that."
All things considered, a character on a reality show wouldn't have been so bad. He was still waiting for that cash. Or a punchline that didn't end in credits and a theme song.
He offered a small smile and a nod. "Yeah...guess it can be that. Should there be any reintroductions in order?"
He would have to talk to someone soon. Either he would get to choose who, or--if pattern held--Vala would turn up at his hut once more, demanding to know what had messed up his pattern this time. It was for the best that he speak with SG-1, at least. They could be spared the shock of finding the reels.
He just....wasn't quite ready yet to figure out how to say it, so instead he found himself jogging through the night. The woman his path took him across was familiar, but it took a moment to recall her name.
"Evening." It was a substitute for asking outright whether she were forming some sort of wish list.
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"Oh... yeah, hi. Out for a late night run, or are you doing some stargazing too?"
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"Just running. S'less likely to cause heatstroke in the evening."
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She snapped her fingers. "You're one of the unlucky sods who got to deal with me before I got my memory back." She remembered speaking to him briefly at a party after that, but it hadn't been long enough for the subject to come up.
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"I don't recall anything that I'd consider myself unfortunate for." She hadn't been so bad, as arrivals went.
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He offered a small smile and a nod. "Yeah...guess it can be that. Should there be any reintroductions in order?"
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