Alphabet Soup, A-M, Kara Thrace/Sam Carter
Oh, hey, look. I can... remember a deadline. Really. These are a variety of different universes--either SG or BSG or both, together. There's nothing linear about them at all. Most are rated for porn.
Fandom: Battlestar Galactica/Stargate: SG-1
Pairing: Kara Thrace/Sam Carter
(to anyone doing any sort of linking, I recommend just linking to the whole with "lots of drabbles" as the title)
Prompt: A is for anticipate
Fandom: newBattlestar Galactica/Stargate: SG-1
Pairing: Kara Thrace/Sam Carter
Rating: 18+ ish
Word count: 250
The new viper mark VIIs were elegant and made Sam lust a little. Kara liked to tease her about it. "You'd have sex with a viper, Sam."
"Nah."
Kara grinned, pushing Sam against the viper. "You would. It gets you hot, just thinking about grabbing that stick between your legs. Feeling the engines thrust beneath you."
A groan escaped Sam. "Kara."
Ignoring the half-laughing tone of Sam's voice, Kara leaned against her, lips close to her ear. "Just the anticipation of the control you'd have makes you wet, Carter. The math behind the turns, the g-force pressing you back--"
Grabbing for Kara's chin, Sam turned her head, kissing her. The words stopped, but the images evoked, the feel of Kara pressed against her, didn't. It wasn't hard for Kara to take advantage. The zipper of Sam's coveralls didn't even seem to make a noise as they kissed. Sam had time to register the slight draft against the skin of her stomach before Kara's hand slid inside her underwear.
Kara kissed her way to Sam's neck, sucking on the skin before whispering, her fingers moving against Sam. "The feather-light control, isn't that what the specs say? You can turn on a hair, dive down and recover without losing control. Unless you want to lose control, Sam."
Moaning, Sam grabbed Kara's shoulder. "Kara--"
"Lose control, Sam."
The softly-voiced order was enough. Smugly, Kara kissed her, silencing the cry she made. Keeping the Academy's best from getting caught having sex against a viper.
Prompt: B is for bamboozle
Fandom: newBattlestar Galactica/Stargate: SG-1
Pairing: Kara Thrace/Sam Carter
Rating: 18+ ish
Word count: 100
The woman across from her was smirking around her cigar. "You in, Carter?"
Sam weighed her options, then shrugged. She didn't join the base pickup games all that often. She usually lost when she did, "Yeah, sure."
Thrace tossed her a cigar. "Ten bucks down, no wild cards, you fold, you lose."
"Fine." Rolling her eyes, Sam settled down to get herself screwed at cards. After all, talk was, Thrace could bamboozle the dimes off a dead man's eyes. She anted up without expecting much.
"Ready for your ass-kicking, honey?"
"Don't," Sam said with her patented glare, "call me honey."
Prompt: C is for collapse
Fandom: newBattlestar Galactica/Stargate: SG-1
Pairing: Kara Thrace/Sam Carter
Rating: 18+ ish
Word count: 100
Months of double shifts and Kara doesn't even have the brain to check if Sam's there before collapsing into the rack they share.
Biers' little expose didn't do a hell of a lot to get them more pilots. And the ones they got aren't up to snuff yet.
So the experienced crews are pulling too much time in the air, too much time on the stick. Sometimes, Kara thinks she just hallucinates Carter being there--it certainly wouldn't be hard to do so. Hell, it's possible she's falling into Hot Dog's rack, for all the care she takes these days.
Prompt: D is for dank
Fandom: newBattlestar Galactica/Stargate: SG-1
Pairing: Kara Thrace/Sam Carter
Rating: 18+ ish
Word count: 200
Kara preferred the brig on Galactica. It at least had a little class, unlike the dirt-hole the natives had thrown her into. When she was joined by a blonde, she took her time deciding whether to trust her.
The woman took the decision away from her. "Well, as cells go, this one's pretty crappy."
Grunting non-committally, Kara shrugged. "Could be worse."
"Sam Carter."
Decision made, Kara smirked, "Starbuck. Welcome to boredom, Carter."
"Nah." Sam pulled a small knife from her boot and moved to the cell door. "Hell is far worse. I've been there."
Damn. Kara really did have a thing for hot women who picked locks. Especially when she was gonna get free with the help of one. "So, you free tonight?"
Carter didn't answer until she'd popped the lock, then she looked at Kara, "Are you asking me on a date?"
"I was just thinking hot sex, really."
Red flushed Carter's cheeks. "Let's leave that thought for later."
"But it's a really hot thought." Kara walked over and patted her cheek. "C'mon, honey, let's blow this place."
"Left my C4 at home."
"That's ok, we can just bang some heads on our way back to your place."
Prompt: E is for elliptical
Fandom: newBattlestar Galactica/Stargate: SG-1
Pairing: Kara Thrace/Sam Carter
Rating: 18+
Word count: 250
"--and the orbit--"
Kara had found that the easiest way to shut Carter up wasn't to interrupt her with sound. Interrupting her with lips, tongue, teeth or fingers worked far more effectively.
It also had the added bonus of making the astrophysicist lose her train of thought and look cutely mussed.
"Kara."
"Sam?"
Carter glared at her. "You can't keep interrupting me while I'm practicing my lecture for the class I'm teaching."
"But it's fun."
"What isn't fun to you?"
"Being lectured," Kara replied promptly.
Sam snorted, "Other than that?"
"Not getting sex."
"I have to leave for the academy in ten minutes."
Kara kissed her again, this time succeeding in getting Sam's blouse half-unbuttoned before she pulled back. "Kara."
"You'll be much more relaxed." Kara pointed out, getting her hand inside Sam's blouse.
"I don't think you're right about that."
"Trust me," instructed Kara before changing her plan of attack and dropping to her knees. It took less than a second to get Sam's skirt up and kiss the inside of one thigh.
Sam huffed out a slight moan, "Kara--"
"I'll be fast." Besides, Kara now had the information that Sam was wearing thigh-high stockings under her prim and proper Air Force uniform. She kissed the skin of Sam's thighs.
An inarticulate noise came from Sam and Kara smugly licked a line up one inner thigh before tugging Sam's panties out of the way and discovering if she could make the Air Force Colonel come in five minutes.
Prompt: F is for fatal
Fandom: newBattlestar Galactica/Stargate: SG-1
Pairing: Kara Thrace/Sam Carter
Rating: 13
Word count: 100
It took thirty seconds for an unprotected body to die in the vacuum of space. Thirty seconds, and all she could think about was that she wasn't going to watch Kara grow old. Wouldn't get to tell her she'd made Sam proud.
Cold would set in, frost would blast the skin, the very air would be pulled from the lungs.
Leaving a frozen corpse that wouldn't even look pretty with the broken blood vessels mottling it.
Twenty-eight seconds.
"Galactica, Boomer, we've got her!"
Sam let out the breath she'd been holding. And maybe the gods weren't bastards after all.
Prompt: G is for girdle
Fandom: newBattlestar Galactica/Stargate: SG-1
Pairing: Kara Thrace/Sam Carter
Rating: 18+ ish
Word count: 100
"It's called a girdle."
"I don't care what the frak it is."
"Fine."
"Hey, you're the one who wanted to lecture, Carter, not me."
"I thought you might find the architecture interesting, Kara."
"Only if you're naked."
"We've had this conversation, and I'm not getting naked just to lecture you."
"Sucks."
"Yeah, well, I wasn't put on this planet for your amusement."
"I don't think you were put on this planet at all."
"Fine, not this planet. But Earth. And since when do you want me naked?"
"It's a thing."
"Everything's a thing with you."
"That's 'cause I'm Starbuck, honey."
Prompt: H is for hankering
Fandom: newBattlestar Galactica/Stargate: SG-1
Pairing: Kara Thrace/Sam Carter
Rating: 13+
Word count: 250
"I got a hankering to explore the storage closet, Carter."
Sam looked up from the piece of alien technology that she had exactly two hours more to work on before Area 51's people carted it off. "What?"
Dropping onto the stool across from her, Kara Thrace leaned forward. "I've got an itch, Sam."
"Have you been reading Daniel's dictionary of bad pick-up lines again?" Sam asked, making another note on her laptop.
"Nope. Came up with that clanker all on my own." Leaning over the table, Kara tapped on random keys.
"Hey!" Sam grabbed her hand. "Stop that."
"I'm bored."
"Welcome to being at the SGC." Sam replied tartly.
"C'mon, Carter. You're bored, too. And you know two hours ain't gonna make a difference."
Sam glared. She opened her mouth to refute Kara's claim, when she realized she was right. "Fine." Deleting the lines of text Kara had created, Sam started shut-down procedures. "But someone's going to notice that my work ethic has gotten awful."
"It's not awful, it's just normal now." Kara bounced off the stool and came around to lean against the table next to Sam. "And I could grope you right now and give the internet porn site a boost in ratings."
"Do it and I won't come exploring with you."
"Damn."
Finished with her procedures, Sam sent off an email to the shipping techs. They'd come pack everything and send it off. "I'm done. Let's go."
"Oooh. Do I get dinner afterwards?"
"Only if you're buying."
Prompt: I is for ink
Fandom: newBattlestar Galactica/Stargate: SG-1
Pairing: Kara Thrace/Sam Carter
Rating: 18+ ish
Word count: 150
"This is going to hurt."
Kara snorted at Sam. "'Course it's going to hurt, Carter. The best things in life do."
"Except flying."
"And sex."
"Right." Sam rolled her eyes. "And sex." She eyed the design Kara had drawn on the piece of paper. "Are you sure this is such a good idea?"
"Carter, you'll look even hotter."
One eyebrow went up. "I didn't think that was possible."
Kara smirked. "It is, Carter. You naked and begging is hotter than you fully-clothed."
"And me with a tattoo is hotter still?"
"Yep."
Sam snorted. "Fine. Let's get this over with."
Later, Kara would discover that the patch of skin inked with the stylized viper symbol was far more sensitive than it had been. It meant she could distract Carter without touching her anywhere inappropriate. She took a lot of advantage of that fact. And Carter paid her back, with good results.
Prompt: J is for jugular
Fandom: newBattlestar Galactica/Stargate: SG-1
Pairing: Kara Thrace/Sam Carter
Rating: 18+ ish
Word count: 100
Kara always goes for the sweetspot. There's a moment in Sam's guard that's not hard to see unless you've been dancing with her. A tiny hole that the taller woman doesn't even notice until Kara's slammed past it four times in five different sessions on the mat.
"Damnit." Sam pants afterwards. Usually with a slight grumble. Sometimes with a glare.
"You're just that easy." Is Kara's reply.
"Next time, I'll stop you from getting to me."
It's hot, watching Sam get all soaked with sweat.
The last time she gets past Sam's guard is the first night they have sex.
Prompt: K is for knife
Fandom: newBattlestar Galactica/Stargate: SG-1
Pairing: Kara Thrace/Sam Carter
Rating: 18+
Word count: 100
It skimmed along Sam's skin. Cold metal, hot skin. The sensation went straight to her head. "Kara."
"Don't move."
Sam shivered. "Kara, I'm going to kill you."
"That wouldn't be half as much fun, Carter." Kara pressed down a little harder.
Sensation deepened, a slight sting adding to the pleasure. Sam fought not to arch up against it. "Definitely going to kill you."
Kara's hand stilled, "Might wanna rethink that." Her mouth closed on Sam's shoulder, teeth nipping at the skin.
Grabbing Kara's wrist, Sam pulled her hand up and yanked the knife free. "Bitch."
"Yeah, but you liked it."
Prompt: L is for loner
Fandom: newBattlestar Galactica/Stargate: SG-1
Pairing: Kara Thrace/Sam Carter
Rating: 18+ ish
Word count: 100
Sometimes, Sam would catch Kara staring at her. From the midst of her crowd, pilots and deck crew, booze and cards in their hands.
A glance up from her paperwork, and Sam would find Kara looking at her. Such an odd intensity. As though Sam puzzled her. Kara puzzled Sam, so she figured it was a nice gesture to return the difficulty.
Or maybe, Sam thought when Kara was kissing her in the showers, it wasn't that they puzzled each other.
It was that they were the only two who weren't part of the crowd. Kara led; Sam sat outside.
Prompt: M is for marvel
Fandom: newBattlestar Galactica/Stargate: SG-1
Pairing: Kara Thrace/Sam Carter
Rating: 13
Word count: 150
Sam can't help but watch Kara as Daniel dials the gate. She remembers her first view of the gate opening, the kawhoosh swirling outwards. In the midst of the wonder she'd resorted to science to keep from seeming even more of a useless scientist to Colonel O'Neill.
Watching Cameron had been like getting splashed with cold water. For him, the gate was new and exciting while for her, it had become old and common-place.
Now she's getting to watch someone else new see it. Someone who has no concept of something like the stargate network. Someone who, for brief flickers of time, seems to think they're far more legend than the goa'uld they've mentioned.
The blue vortex bursts outwards, and Sam catches just a glimpse of the wonder in Kara's eyes before the cynicism the woman cloaks herself with falls back into place.
A slight grin crosses Sam's lips. Gotcha.
Fandom: Battlestar Galactica/Stargate: SG-1
Pairing: Kara Thrace/Sam Carter
(to anyone doing any sort of linking, I recommend just linking to the whole with "lots of drabbles" as the title)
Prompt: A is for anticipate
Fandom: newBattlestar Galactica/Stargate: SG-1
Pairing: Kara Thrace/Sam Carter
Rating: 18+ ish
Word count: 250
The new viper mark VIIs were elegant and made Sam lust a little. Kara liked to tease her about it. "You'd have sex with a viper, Sam."
"Nah."
Kara grinned, pushing Sam against the viper. "You would. It gets you hot, just thinking about grabbing that stick between your legs. Feeling the engines thrust beneath you."
A groan escaped Sam. "Kara."
Ignoring the half-laughing tone of Sam's voice, Kara leaned against her, lips close to her ear. "Just the anticipation of the control you'd have makes you wet, Carter. The math behind the turns, the g-force pressing you back--"
Grabbing for Kara's chin, Sam turned her head, kissing her. The words stopped, but the images evoked, the feel of Kara pressed against her, didn't. It wasn't hard for Kara to take advantage. The zipper of Sam's coveralls didn't even seem to make a noise as they kissed. Sam had time to register the slight draft against the skin of her stomach before Kara's hand slid inside her underwear.
Kara kissed her way to Sam's neck, sucking on the skin before whispering, her fingers moving against Sam. "The feather-light control, isn't that what the specs say? You can turn on a hair, dive down and recover without losing control. Unless you want to lose control, Sam."
Moaning, Sam grabbed Kara's shoulder. "Kara--"
"Lose control, Sam."
The softly-voiced order was enough. Smugly, Kara kissed her, silencing the cry she made. Keeping the Academy's best from getting caught having sex against a viper.
Prompt: B is for bamboozle
Fandom: newBattlestar Galactica/Stargate: SG-1
Pairing: Kara Thrace/Sam Carter
Rating: 18+ ish
Word count: 100
The woman across from her was smirking around her cigar. "You in, Carter?"
Sam weighed her options, then shrugged. She didn't join the base pickup games all that often. She usually lost when she did, "Yeah, sure."
Thrace tossed her a cigar. "Ten bucks down, no wild cards, you fold, you lose."
"Fine." Rolling her eyes, Sam settled down to get herself screwed at cards. After all, talk was, Thrace could bamboozle the dimes off a dead man's eyes. She anted up without expecting much.
"Ready for your ass-kicking, honey?"
"Don't," Sam said with her patented glare, "call me honey."
Prompt: C is for collapse
Fandom: newBattlestar Galactica/Stargate: SG-1
Pairing: Kara Thrace/Sam Carter
Rating: 18+ ish
Word count: 100
Months of double shifts and Kara doesn't even have the brain to check if Sam's there before collapsing into the rack they share.
Biers' little expose didn't do a hell of a lot to get them more pilots. And the ones they got aren't up to snuff yet.
So the experienced crews are pulling too much time in the air, too much time on the stick. Sometimes, Kara thinks she just hallucinates Carter being there--it certainly wouldn't be hard to do so. Hell, it's possible she's falling into Hot Dog's rack, for all the care she takes these days.
Prompt: D is for dank
Fandom: newBattlestar Galactica/Stargate: SG-1
Pairing: Kara Thrace/Sam Carter
Rating: 18+ ish
Word count: 200
Kara preferred the brig on Galactica. It at least had a little class, unlike the dirt-hole the natives had thrown her into. When she was joined by a blonde, she took her time deciding whether to trust her.
The woman took the decision away from her. "Well, as cells go, this one's pretty crappy."
Grunting non-committally, Kara shrugged. "Could be worse."
"Sam Carter."
Decision made, Kara smirked, "Starbuck. Welcome to boredom, Carter."
"Nah." Sam pulled a small knife from her boot and moved to the cell door. "Hell is far worse. I've been there."
Damn. Kara really did have a thing for hot women who picked locks. Especially when she was gonna get free with the help of one. "So, you free tonight?"
Carter didn't answer until she'd popped the lock, then she looked at Kara, "Are you asking me on a date?"
"I was just thinking hot sex, really."
Red flushed Carter's cheeks. "Let's leave that thought for later."
"But it's a really hot thought." Kara walked over and patted her cheek. "C'mon, honey, let's blow this place."
"Left my C4 at home."
"That's ok, we can just bang some heads on our way back to your place."
Prompt: E is for elliptical
Fandom: newBattlestar Galactica/Stargate: SG-1
Pairing: Kara Thrace/Sam Carter
Rating: 18+
Word count: 250
"--and the orbit--"
Kara had found that the easiest way to shut Carter up wasn't to interrupt her with sound. Interrupting her with lips, tongue, teeth or fingers worked far more effectively.
It also had the added bonus of making the astrophysicist lose her train of thought and look cutely mussed.
"Kara."
"Sam?"
Carter glared at her. "You can't keep interrupting me while I'm practicing my lecture for the class I'm teaching."
"But it's fun."
"What isn't fun to you?"
"Being lectured," Kara replied promptly.
Sam snorted, "Other than that?"
"Not getting sex."
"I have to leave for the academy in ten minutes."
Kara kissed her again, this time succeeding in getting Sam's blouse half-unbuttoned before she pulled back. "Kara."
"You'll be much more relaxed." Kara pointed out, getting her hand inside Sam's blouse.
"I don't think you're right about that."
"Trust me," instructed Kara before changing her plan of attack and dropping to her knees. It took less than a second to get Sam's skirt up and kiss the inside of one thigh.
Sam huffed out a slight moan, "Kara--"
"I'll be fast." Besides, Kara now had the information that Sam was wearing thigh-high stockings under her prim and proper Air Force uniform. She kissed the skin of Sam's thighs.
An inarticulate noise came from Sam and Kara smugly licked a line up one inner thigh before tugging Sam's panties out of the way and discovering if she could make the Air Force Colonel come in five minutes.
Prompt: F is for fatal
Fandom: newBattlestar Galactica/Stargate: SG-1
Pairing: Kara Thrace/Sam Carter
Rating: 13
Word count: 100
It took thirty seconds for an unprotected body to die in the vacuum of space. Thirty seconds, and all she could think about was that she wasn't going to watch Kara grow old. Wouldn't get to tell her she'd made Sam proud.
Cold would set in, frost would blast the skin, the very air would be pulled from the lungs.
Leaving a frozen corpse that wouldn't even look pretty with the broken blood vessels mottling it.
Twenty-eight seconds.
"Galactica, Boomer, we've got her!"
Sam let out the breath she'd been holding. And maybe the gods weren't bastards after all.
Prompt: G is for girdle
Fandom: newBattlestar Galactica/Stargate: SG-1
Pairing: Kara Thrace/Sam Carter
Rating: 18+ ish
Word count: 100
"It's called a girdle."
"I don't care what the frak it is."
"Fine."
"Hey, you're the one who wanted to lecture, Carter, not me."
"I thought you might find the architecture interesting, Kara."
"Only if you're naked."
"We've had this conversation, and I'm not getting naked just to lecture you."
"Sucks."
"Yeah, well, I wasn't put on this planet for your amusement."
"I don't think you were put on this planet at all."
"Fine, not this planet. But Earth. And since when do you want me naked?"
"It's a thing."
"Everything's a thing with you."
"That's 'cause I'm Starbuck, honey."
Prompt: H is for hankering
Fandom: newBattlestar Galactica/Stargate: SG-1
Pairing: Kara Thrace/Sam Carter
Rating: 13+
Word count: 250
"I got a hankering to explore the storage closet, Carter."
Sam looked up from the piece of alien technology that she had exactly two hours more to work on before Area 51's people carted it off. "What?"
Dropping onto the stool across from her, Kara Thrace leaned forward. "I've got an itch, Sam."
"Have you been reading Daniel's dictionary of bad pick-up lines again?" Sam asked, making another note on her laptop.
"Nope. Came up with that clanker all on my own." Leaning over the table, Kara tapped on random keys.
"Hey!" Sam grabbed her hand. "Stop that."
"I'm bored."
"Welcome to being at the SGC." Sam replied tartly.
"C'mon, Carter. You're bored, too. And you know two hours ain't gonna make a difference."
Sam glared. She opened her mouth to refute Kara's claim, when she realized she was right. "Fine." Deleting the lines of text Kara had created, Sam started shut-down procedures. "But someone's going to notice that my work ethic has gotten awful."
"It's not awful, it's just normal now." Kara bounced off the stool and came around to lean against the table next to Sam. "And I could grope you right now and give the internet porn site a boost in ratings."
"Do it and I won't come exploring with you."
"Damn."
Finished with her procedures, Sam sent off an email to the shipping techs. They'd come pack everything and send it off. "I'm done. Let's go."
"Oooh. Do I get dinner afterwards?"
"Only if you're buying."
Prompt: I is for ink
Fandom: newBattlestar Galactica/Stargate: SG-1
Pairing: Kara Thrace/Sam Carter
Rating: 18+ ish
Word count: 150
"This is going to hurt."
Kara snorted at Sam. "'Course it's going to hurt, Carter. The best things in life do."
"Except flying."
"And sex."
"Right." Sam rolled her eyes. "And sex." She eyed the design Kara had drawn on the piece of paper. "Are you sure this is such a good idea?"
"Carter, you'll look even hotter."
One eyebrow went up. "I didn't think that was possible."
Kara smirked. "It is, Carter. You naked and begging is hotter than you fully-clothed."
"And me with a tattoo is hotter still?"
"Yep."
Sam snorted. "Fine. Let's get this over with."
Later, Kara would discover that the patch of skin inked with the stylized viper symbol was far more sensitive than it had been. It meant she could distract Carter without touching her anywhere inappropriate. She took a lot of advantage of that fact. And Carter paid her back, with good results.
Prompt: J is for jugular
Fandom: newBattlestar Galactica/Stargate: SG-1
Pairing: Kara Thrace/Sam Carter
Rating: 18+ ish
Word count: 100
Kara always goes for the sweetspot. There's a moment in Sam's guard that's not hard to see unless you've been dancing with her. A tiny hole that the taller woman doesn't even notice until Kara's slammed past it four times in five different sessions on the mat.
"Damnit." Sam pants afterwards. Usually with a slight grumble. Sometimes with a glare.
"You're just that easy." Is Kara's reply.
"Next time, I'll stop you from getting to me."
It's hot, watching Sam get all soaked with sweat.
The last time she gets past Sam's guard is the first night they have sex.
Prompt: K is for knife
Fandom: newBattlestar Galactica/Stargate: SG-1
Pairing: Kara Thrace/Sam Carter
Rating: 18+
Word count: 100
It skimmed along Sam's skin. Cold metal, hot skin. The sensation went straight to her head. "Kara."
"Don't move."
Sam shivered. "Kara, I'm going to kill you."
"That wouldn't be half as much fun, Carter." Kara pressed down a little harder.
Sensation deepened, a slight sting adding to the pleasure. Sam fought not to arch up against it. "Definitely going to kill you."
Kara's hand stilled, "Might wanna rethink that." Her mouth closed on Sam's shoulder, teeth nipping at the skin.
Grabbing Kara's wrist, Sam pulled her hand up and yanked the knife free. "Bitch."
"Yeah, but you liked it."
Prompt: L is for loner
Fandom: newBattlestar Galactica/Stargate: SG-1
Pairing: Kara Thrace/Sam Carter
Rating: 18+ ish
Word count: 100
Sometimes, Sam would catch Kara staring at her. From the midst of her crowd, pilots and deck crew, booze and cards in their hands.
A glance up from her paperwork, and Sam would find Kara looking at her. Such an odd intensity. As though Sam puzzled her. Kara puzzled Sam, so she figured it was a nice gesture to return the difficulty.
Or maybe, Sam thought when Kara was kissing her in the showers, it wasn't that they puzzled each other.
It was that they were the only two who weren't part of the crowd. Kara led; Sam sat outside.
Prompt: M is for marvel
Fandom: newBattlestar Galactica/Stargate: SG-1
Pairing: Kara Thrace/Sam Carter
Rating: 13
Word count: 150
Sam can't help but watch Kara as Daniel dials the gate. She remembers her first view of the gate opening, the kawhoosh swirling outwards. In the midst of the wonder she'd resorted to science to keep from seeming even more of a useless scientist to Colonel O'Neill.
Watching Cameron had been like getting splashed with cold water. For him, the gate was new and exciting while for her, it had become old and common-place.
Now she's getting to watch someone else new see it. Someone who has no concept of something like the stargate network. Someone who, for brief flickers of time, seems to think they're far more legend than the goa'uld they've mentioned.
The blue vortex bursts outwards, and Sam catches just a glimpse of the wonder in Kara's eyes before the cynicism the woman cloaks herself with falls back into place.
A slight grin crosses Sam's lips. Gotcha.