The cry was muffled, separated from her by distance, frenetic gun fire, and of course, the dense metal of the currently non-functioning device she was half-crawled under. Her CO’s question had been delivered in his usual exaggerated frustration but she could hear the genuine concern colouring it’s edges and she hastened, sacrificing yet another degree of finesse for speed.
“Not yet, sir, five more minutes.” She told herself that his growl was directed at the Jaffa he was firing at rather than himself. She didn’t really believe it.
‘MajorCarter, I believe we should vacate this location.” If the situation was different she would have laughed at the urgency belying her friend’s calm words. Until several bullets ricocheted of the metal above her, that is.
She tried to direct her response to where he was standing in the protective ring her tem had made around her as she worked. “I understand Teal’c. I’ll be done soon, five more minutes.”
Se was pulling a spare replacement crystal from her vest, slipping it into place when Daniel’s voice reached her. “Ah, Sam, I know this was my idea and all, but are you gonna be done any time soon?”
“Yes Daniel, I promise, just five m-”
“No!” She had less than a second to register a pair of gloved hands wrapping around her ankles before they tugged, sliding her out from under the device in one swift move and thrust her gun in her hands. “No more ‘five minutes’, Carter, now run!”
He shoved her away from the device – decidedly Ancient but altogether too broken for the situation – and propelled her toward the gate.
5. All her life Sam had been told that there was nothing she couldn’t do if she put her mind to it. Her parents, her teachers, instructors, commanding officers – Jack O’Neill had even spoiled her in that regard. She had always dismissed their claims, but deep down part of her had always believed it.
Until now. For the first time she was faced with a task she truly wasn’t sure she would succeed in. Her attention entirely focused on the contents f her arms she paced the room, repeating instructions in the hopes of a breakthrough.
So focused was she that she completely missed the appearance of an audience and the steady gaze he hold on her – until he interrupted her movements.
“For crying out loud, Carter,” he said, humour lacing his words as he rescued the baby from her arms. “She’ll talk when she’s ready.”
Part 2
“Carter, are you done yet?!”
The cry was muffled, separated from her by distance, frenetic gun fire, and of course, the dense metal of the currently non-functioning device she was half-crawled under. Her CO’s question had been delivered in his usual exaggerated frustration but she could hear the genuine concern colouring it’s edges and she hastened, sacrificing yet another degree of finesse for speed.
“Not yet, sir, five more minutes.” She told herself that his growl was directed at the Jaffa he was firing at rather than himself. She didn’t really believe it.
‘MajorCarter, I believe we should vacate this location.” If the situation was different she would have laughed at the urgency belying her friend’s calm words. Until several bullets ricocheted of the metal above her, that is.
She tried to direct her response to where he was standing in the protective ring her tem had made around her as she worked. “I understand Teal’c. I’ll be done soon, five more minutes.”
Se was pulling a spare replacement crystal from her vest, slipping it into place when Daniel’s voice reached her. “Ah, Sam, I know this was my idea and all, but are you gonna be done any time soon?”
“Yes Daniel, I promise, just five m-”
“No!” She had less than a second to register a pair of gloved hands wrapping around her ankles before they tugged, sliding her out from under the device in one swift move and thrust her gun in her hands. “No more ‘five minutes’, Carter, now run!”
He shoved her away from the device – decidedly Ancient but altogether too broken for the situation – and propelled her toward the gate.
5.
All her life Sam had been told that there was nothing she couldn’t do if she put her mind to it. Her parents, her teachers, instructors, commanding officers – Jack O’Neill had even spoiled her in that regard. She had always dismissed their claims, but deep down part of her had always believed it.
Until now. For the first time she was faced with a task she truly wasn’t sure she would succeed in. Her attention entirely focused on the contents f her arms she paced the room, repeating instructions in the hopes of a breakthrough.
So focused was she that she completely missed the appearance of an audience and the steady gaze he hold on her – until he interrupted her movements.
“For crying out loud, Carter,” he said, humour lacing his words as he rescued the baby from her arms. “She’ll talk when she’s ready.”