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Five things SG-1 hid in Sam's luggage before she left for Atlantis


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From: [personal profile] archersangel (from livejournal.com)


1. little individual cups of blue jello.

2. a gift boxed coffee selection.

3. little bottles of liquor.

4. a collection of quotes from general hammond.

5. pictures of themselves.

From: [identity profile] rachel500.livejournal.com


Also put me down for the collection of quotes from General Hammond :) Nice choices.
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From: [personal profile] sid


I join in the love of #4.

Of all five. :-)

From: [identity profile] wishfulaces.livejournal.com

5 things in Sam's luggage


1. Fishing lures. Just a couple of them, tucked away neatly in a little plastic baggie. Sam could easily picture the general shrugging and telling her with a half-smile, "Just in case."
2. Teal'c put one of his old trashy tabloids in, one that had the headline "ALIENS?" splashed across the front page, discussing the "bright lights in the sky" incident from, oh, that first time they saved the planet. Things are not always what they seem, except when they are he had written on a scrap of paper he'd inserted in the tabloid.
3. Only Daniel would have left the small cloth bound journal and very nice pen. He wrote on the first page of the journal, just a note wishing her well and thanking her for being a good friend through the years. He ended by reminding her she would get paid.
4. Cam found her a Walkman, and a cassette of '80s music. She actually contacted him about it, after she was on Atlantis, and he just laughed and said, "Everything you wanted to forget about the decade but couldn't, on one tape."
5. Condoms. Definitely Vala's contribution.

From: [identity profile] rebeccavoy.livejournal.com

Re: 5 things in Sam's luggage


I LOVE #1, he would say just that - and after all, surely fishing is a more likely activity at Atlantis than on base at the SGC.

All lovely choices.

From: [identity profile] wishfulaces.livejournal.com

Re: 5 things in Sam's luggage


Really, Jack should have been itching to go to Atlantis himself--all that water, perfect for fishing... :)

Thank you!
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From: [personal profile] sid

Re: 5 things in Sam's luggage


*giggles at #5* Loved them all! The wisdom of Teal'c, and Daniel's attention to the important details are so characteristic, aren't they? lol

From: [identity profile] wishfulaces.livejournal.com

Re: 5 things in Sam's luggage


Hee hee! Particularly Daniel's focus on those important things... ;)

Thanks for reading!

From: [identity profile] rachel500.livejournal.com

Five things SG1 hid in Sam's luggage


A/N: Takes place during SGA's S4 'Reunion'. Gen but if someone wants to see ship who am I to stop them?

Baggage

1.

Sam finally gets Rodney to leave and is considering whether she should be concerned about Ronon’s visit when she finds the first present. It’s hard to miss, wrapped in neon pink shiny paper. She is already grinning when she reads the accompanying equally outrageous pink card.

‘This was all Cassie’s idea. With hugs and kisses, Vala xx.’

Perhaps she tears into the package a little too eagerly. The teddy bear is bright pink with stitching across its white belly that tells the world ‘I can kick your ass.’ Sam laughs. She wishes she’d had the bear on display during the confrontation with Ronon.

2.

She makes her way back to her quarters with John’s plea to go after Elizabeth echoing in her head. She remembers all too well the agonising torture of not knowing the fate of a team-mate left behind.

Her quarters are in semi-darkness and she looks at the unpacked boxes with a sigh. Her eyes catch on a flash of brown paper and she plucks out the second gift.

‘Thought you might find this useful, love Daniel.’

It’s his Ancient-English journal; the one he wrote when he came back from Ascension the first time. She hugs the journal to her. Daniel always found his way home and she has to believe Elizabeth will do the same one day.

3.

The rumours that Ronon is thinking of leaving are all over the City and Sam can’t shake the feeling she’s to blame. She uses her lunch hour to continue unpacking and tries hard not to feel like she’s hiding in her room.

Which she is.

She discovers Cameron’s present tucked into a case. It’s well-wrapped with the note taped to one side.

‘Hope being the newbie doesn’t suck as much as this gift! Cameron.’

Sam feels warmed by his empathy; Cam knows only too well how difficult being the newbie can be. She unwinds the bubble-wrap and smirks at the jar of lemon preserves.

4.

Her second talk with Ronon has left her with enough frustration to power the City. She feels like hitting something. Her gym clothes are still packed and Sam pulls them out, stopping when she sees the gold wrapped oblong with its pretty silver ribbons.

‘A candle to help you when you need to find peace. Teal’c.’

The candle is as gold and silver as its wrapping with intricate lettering covering the surface. It takes her a moment to realise it spells out the words ‘my sister’ and a moment more to blink back her tears and quell the surge of homesickness.

Sam lights the candle and watches its flame. She mis-stepped with Ronon; he has to choose his own path and she won’t stand in his way.

5.

She’s unpacking photos in her office and worrying how the mission with Ronon’s Satedan friends is going when she finds Jack’s present. The card is short and sweet. ‘Always, Jack.’

The small bottle of bubbles is unexpected but she knows it wasn’t random, remembering how she had confided in Jack as she sat beside him on their first fishing trip. She had confessed all about the time she’d been stranded on the Prometheus; about hallucinating SG1, the tangled conversations and the child blowing bubbles.

She knows he intended the bubbles as a reminder that her team are with her in spirit; that Jack believes in her; that she can save herself and her people no matter what the odds. As though the universe has heard her, the gate activates and Ronon hurtles into her office with news that the others have been captured by the Wraith.

It’s late when they return from the rescue but all her people are home, Ronon included.

Sam retrieves the bottle and heads out onto the balcony. She stares for a moment at the brilliance of Atlantis lit up against the night sky. She shakes the bottle and gently blows a stream of bubbles that float away. Her things are all unpacked; maybe she’ll create a place for herself in Atlantis after all.

From: [identity profile] rachel500.livejournal.com

Re: Five things SG1 hid in Sam's luggage


Thank you. Always pleased to get someone teary-eyed (and I mean that in the nicest possible way!) :)

From: [identity profile] rebeccavoy.livejournal.com

Re: Five things SG1 hid in Sam's luggage


So beautiful - I love how you've linked the gifts from her team to events happening on Atlantis. And I LOVE the image of Sam on the balcony, blowing bubbles :)

From: [identity profile] rachel500.livejournal.com

Re: Five things SG1 hid in Sam's luggage


That was my inspiration for the rest of it really; the bubbles and Sam on the balcony watching them float away with Atlantis in the background all lit up...sighs. I miss SGA. Thanks for the comment! :)

From: [identity profile] wishfulaces.livejournal.com

Re: Five things SG1 hid in Sam's luggage


Ohhh, I think my favorite is Teal'c's gift--it's so beautiful and perfectly like him.

Though Vala's & Cassie's is pretty awesome too. :)
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From: [personal profile] sid

Re: Five things SG1 hid in Sam's luggage


I love the bear!

I think Cam only remembers one thing from his trip to Atlantis, lol.

Teal'c's candle seems to help Sam focus her mind. Teal'c would know all about that, after all.

Bubbles! Cool. And meaningful. And a lovely final image.

From: [identity profile] rachel500.livejournal.com

Re: Five things SG1 hid in Sam's luggage


Thank you for the comment!

Cam and the lemons - I just think McKay has that effect on everyone doesn't he? :D

And I really wanted to work in that Teal'c's candle helps her really focus on the Ronon issue because I really thought that her friendship with Teal'c would help her understand Ronon more than we got to see on screen. :)

From: [identity profile] rebeccavoy.livejournal.com

Five things SG1 hid in Sam's luggage before she left for Atlantis


1. Sam looked around at the quarters she had been escorted to. They were bigger than any other room she had been assigned in her career, but even with the amazing view (and the alien fruit basket she had agreed to taunt McKay with when he turned up), she couldn’t help but long for her quarters back at the SGC. They were little more than a small room with cold, concrete walls, but they had practically been her home for ten years.

She sighed as she flipped the buckle on her case, knowing that it wasn’t her quarters, but her friends that she was missing, and she berated herself for feeling homesick so soon. This was Atlantis – Atlantis! She was so proud to be here, had worked so hard. And she knew for a fact that Daniel would have cut off one of his own arms to be here. She should be overjoyed, not sad. Her friends would always bee there, waiting for her at home.

Raising the lid and letting it fall back onto the mattress, her eyes landed on a brown paper bag and, gradually, a cheered grin cut through the confusion. Cameron. She lifted the bag and opened it under her nose, smelling the sweet chocolately scent that she had come to love over the past year. It seemed her friends weren’t about to let a little thing like an entire galaxy stand in their way, they would be here with her too.

Digging out the one macaroon Cam would always insist on including in her packages of chocolate chip cookies, she set it aside. Maybe she could foist it off on McKay.




2. It was in her briefcase, between her mission orders and the tech. specs. of Atlantis which she had barely looked away from in days that she found Daniel.

The journal was, quite simply, beautiful. The covers were bound in a soft leather, in the deep golden colour that Daniel usually preferred; ‘Abydonian gold’ he had once called it. The pages were thick, lending a textured elegance to their unlined surface. And the smell, the distinct fragrance of paper and glue would always smell like his lab.

It was something she would have never chosen for herself, too afraid to tear and stain the parchment with her uneven scrawl too long pampered by the use of a keyboard. It left little room for error, o chance to perfect or analysis, but, like Daniel, it was just so human.

It was under the photo he had clipped to the first page, a rambling shot of the team in it’s entirely (Hammond, Jonas, Cassie – Janet it’s only glaring absentee), that she found Daniel’s confident script offering up works of advice he had given her countless times before. They were words she had heard whispered into her exhausted mind time and time again, and their familiarity was all the more touching now.

Take the time to breathe, it said. Look around you, take notice, and appreciate. It’s an amazing life, Sam, don’t miss it. And remember, I want to hear all about it when you get home.




3. Teal’c was found curled up between the folds of her favourite worn flannel pyjamas – a notion that, when she thought of her large friend, seemed both ridiculously funny and oddly appropriate. She was comforted by the thought that, tonight at least, her pyjamas would smell of Teal’c, of home.

The candles were indicative of the odd mix that made up his collection on base, basic tools for kelnoreem-ing and, later, meditation that had gone into overload in the face of the many scents offered up on Earth.

He had long given up on trying to convince her to join him as Daniel (and even Cam and Vala) had done on occasion, knowing that she could never seem to slow her mind enough to enter a meditative state. But, many nights over the years had found him, candle lit, in the corner of her lab. She had found the scents, and even more so the presence of her friend, so relaxing that it had been something she had always looked forward to.

She fingered the candles’ waxy surface gently as she placed them on her bedside. Mulburry, vanilla, a clean biting citrus and, she felt a tear threaten, a roughly moulded Jaffa-style candle that she knew he had crafted himself. She would light it tonight, she thought, knowing he would be doing the same.

From: [identity profile] rebeccavoy.livejournal.com

Part 2


4. Vala, in an unsurprising fashion, was not found, but rather made her presence known in a way that bough packing to a screaming halt. Sam had never thought herself a prude, but having a friend in Vala had taught her that she was, perhaps, a little more conservative than she had every realised.

It was, conveniently enough, tangled within her underwear that Vala had chosen to hide. Sam ignored the disapproving note that her friend and pinned to white-cotton regulation underwear (Boring, Samantha. We must shop.) and carefully removed the items concealed between the few more delicate articles she had packed. Her face reddened, annoyingly so, as she lined up each item alongside her suitcase on the bed. No one could ever fault Vala Mal Doran for being underprepared.

Refusing to think about how Vala had purchased these items without her own money, credit card, or permission to leave the base unescorted – oh dear God, who did she take with her?? – she swept the items into one of her now empty bags and slipped it under her bed. She’d take a closer look later.




5. She was almost beginning to think that Jack wasn’t hiding amongst her luggage (surely he hadn’t been around when this infiltration had been going on, after all) when, suddenly, there he was.

She had been transferring her second dress uniform from its hanger bag to her wardrobe at the time. he knew the opportunity to wear her dress blues would be few and far between on the civilian based Atlantis, but Sam’s training had started early in life and it was hard to break.

Hanging up the uniform, her eyes were drawn to the newly minted clusters she had pinned to the shoulders, only to find them surprisingly lacklustre. Her mouth opened in wondered surprise as she plucked them off her uniform and held them in the palm of her hand. They weren’t shiny at all, in fact they were even a little scratched. And she saw the left one, though it had been carefully polished, had the slightest black tinge to its edge, almost as if it had been burnt at some point. She curled her fingers around them, their dulled edges digging into but not piercing her skin.

Jack had never been a man of words, and though their months back and forth between Colorado and Washington had helped, it certainly hadn’t cured the problem. She understood him anyways, she always had.

You can do this, they said. You’re ready. I’ll be right here if you need me. I’m so proud of you. I’ll miss you. I’ll be waiting. I love you.

Sam slipped the newer, shining clusters from her shoulders onto the clean uniform and transferred Jack’s onto the shoulders of her base uniform. She could do this. But it sure felt better knowing that part of her family was there with her. She touched the metal again. Always.
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From: [personal profile] sid

Re: Part 2


I love what you did in #5 - it's an awesome idea.

I snickered a bit at Sam's perfectly understandable anti-Rodney bias in #1. Fortunately he behaved himself and she got over it!

She would light it tonight, she thought, knowing he would be doing the same.

Wow, I hadn't thought of Teal'c, with his own candle, thinking of her. Another awesome idea! :-)

She’d take a closer look later.

Good work, Vala! LOL

From: [identity profile] rebeccavoy.livejournal.com

Re: Part 2


Whoops! I forgot to come back and reply!

I love what you did in #5 - it's an awesome idea.

Thank you :) I really wanted to have a nice S/J thing, that was more about her new command, and the support I know he would have shown her.

I snickered a bit at Sam's perfectly understandable anti-Rodney bias in #1. Fortunately he behaved himself and she got over it!

Hehe, it's always fun to snicker at Rodney!

Wow, I hadn't thought of Teal'c, with his own candle, thinking of her. Another awesome idea! :-)

Thanks! I like the friendship between Sam and Teal'c, and would like to think of him missig her like this

Good work, Vala! LOL

Mission accomplished!

From: [identity profile] rebeccavoy.livejournal.com

Part 3/Note


NOTE: I just realised that I gave Sam clusters instead of eagles in #5. Please forgive me, Sam, I didn't mean to demote you!

From: [identity profile] rebeccavoy.livejournal.com

Re: Part 3/Note


I think you're right, she'd happily put up with my cluster if it meant Jack giving her his eagles. And thanks!

From: [identity profile] fhartman.livejournal.com

Re: Part 3/Note


Aw, hell. That almost doesn't even matter. I don't know if you intended that to be ship - I'm not a shipper - but that doesn't matter either. #5 just knocked me right the heck out for about three minutes when I realized what you'd done. Really, really lovely.

From: [identity profile] rebeccavoy.livejournal.com

Re: Part 3/Note


I am a shipper, but it doesn't have to be, it can just be Jack giving the same support and encouragement to his friend/former 2iC. I'm SO glad you enjoyed it!

From: [identity profile] rebeccavoy.livejournal.com

Re: Part 3/Note


Thanks! When I saw the prompt I knew that I wanted to do #5, it all built out from that one :)
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