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cassievalentineTitle: Brave New World
Fandom: Stargate: SG-1
Rating: PG? Subject to change.
Paring: Eventually Sam/Jack
Summary: Trying to hurry O'Neill along, Sam winds up stuck on Edora as well.
***
If Carter and O'Neill thought that time was moving slowly on Edora, time for those still on Earth was moving even slower. Hammond had ordered the science geeks into a room to brain storm ideas and they were still coming up empty. Dr. Lee was the one who finally voiced the thoughts of all the SGC personnel when he remarked that if Carter was here, she would have come up with a solution other than waiting for a ship to become available for their use.
"Maybe it wouldn't be so bad if we could at least get word to them that we were coming," Daniel remarked at one point as he sat in on one of the last think tank sessions. He looked around the room as it suddenly fell silent. "What?" he had to ask. The room watched as one of the scientists jumped up and flipped the white board over before she started to write out a string of equations. Daniel watched as the other scientists quickly jumped in, not telling him what they had started working on. He watched for a moment longer before he slipped out of the room and headed to his lab.
**
Jack straightened and rested his scythe against his shoulder as he took off his sunglasses and hat, taking a moment to wipe the sweat from his face. He waved at one of the kids who had taken over the responsibility of the water jug and found his gaze falling on Carter who was diligently gathering the grain stalks and binding them as she had been shown so that they'd dry in the sun and survive any rain storms that came through before they were threshed. Without any technical issues to solve, Carter had thrown herself into learning the tasks necessary for a successful harvest.
"Jack?" the little girl asked when he didn't realize she was at his side.
"Right, thanks," he said, pulling his eyes from Carter to focus on the girl and the jug. "Make sure Carter has some," he said, handing her the jug back and nodding towards the blond who had already moved onto another bundle. The girl, Raila Jack remember, giggled as she accepted the jug and hurried over to Carter. Jack tipped his head to Carter when she sent him a look and he broke into a smile when she shook her head at him and offered a small smile of her own before accepting the jug.
They'd been on the planet for a few weeks now and their relationship was starting to shift from commanding officer and subordinate to simply friends. She was now firmly Carter in his mind, her rank a thing of the past now, though he had a feeling that he would always be Sir to her. Jack allowed himself another moment of wool gathering before he put his hat back on his head, his glasses back on his face and picked the scythe up and started cutting again.
**
"I talked to Laira again today," Sam said as she at the end of the day as she and Jack continued to dig for the gate.
"About?" he asked, taking a quick break from digging to lean on the handle of his shovel.
"Moving into one of the smaller houses in the village." He watched as Carter stopped digging and took up a position much like his own.
"And?" Carter shrugged a little.
"I don't know," she finally said. "She said it would probably be ok, but there was just something about the way she said it that made me think everyone would rather we didn't, like we were trying to replace the original owners."
"So they'd rather we continue to live on Laira's kitchen floor?" he asked, sounding slightly bitter.
"They're trying, sir," she said, picking up her shovel again. "I think they feel like they're giving up if they let us settle." The fact that she only moved one shovel of dirt wasn't lost on O'Neill.
"I know the feeling," he said quietly. Sam's shovel hesitated for a long moment before she and O'Neill locked eyes. He leaned his shovel against the side of the pit they had managed to dig and pulled himself up to sit on the edge. She leaned her own shovel against the edge of the pit and walked over to him.
"Do you think we're giving up if we settle?" She tried not to fidget as he took a moment to consider his answer.
"I don't know," he said. "I do know I'm not ready to give up yet."
"Neither am I, sir," she said. He gave a satisfied nod before sliding back into the pit and picking up his shovel again. The pair went back to their digging in silence.
"Carter?" he said after a long moment. "You'll tell me when you're ready to stop, right?"
"I'm good for another few hours, sir."
"I meant for good." They stopped and locked eyes again.
"You'll do the same?" He nodded. "Then yeah, I'll let you know."
"Good," he said, mostly to himself. With one last shared look, the pair went back to their digging.
***
Fandom: Stargate: SG-1
Rating: PG? Subject to change.
Paring: Eventually Sam/Jack
Summary: Trying to hurry O'Neill along, Sam winds up stuck on Edora as well.
***
If Carter and O'Neill thought that time was moving slowly on Edora, time for those still on Earth was moving even slower. Hammond had ordered the science geeks into a room to brain storm ideas and they were still coming up empty. Dr. Lee was the one who finally voiced the thoughts of all the SGC personnel when he remarked that if Carter was here, she would have come up with a solution other than waiting for a ship to become available for their use.
"Maybe it wouldn't be so bad if we could at least get word to them that we were coming," Daniel remarked at one point as he sat in on one of the last think tank sessions. He looked around the room as it suddenly fell silent. "What?" he had to ask. The room watched as one of the scientists jumped up and flipped the white board over before she started to write out a string of equations. Daniel watched as the other scientists quickly jumped in, not telling him what they had started working on. He watched for a moment longer before he slipped out of the room and headed to his lab.
**
Jack straightened and rested his scythe against his shoulder as he took off his sunglasses and hat, taking a moment to wipe the sweat from his face. He waved at one of the kids who had taken over the responsibility of the water jug and found his gaze falling on Carter who was diligently gathering the grain stalks and binding them as she had been shown so that they'd dry in the sun and survive any rain storms that came through before they were threshed. Without any technical issues to solve, Carter had thrown herself into learning the tasks necessary for a successful harvest.
"Jack?" the little girl asked when he didn't realize she was at his side.
"Right, thanks," he said, pulling his eyes from Carter to focus on the girl and the jug. "Make sure Carter has some," he said, handing her the jug back and nodding towards the blond who had already moved onto another bundle. The girl, Raila Jack remember, giggled as she accepted the jug and hurried over to Carter. Jack tipped his head to Carter when she sent him a look and he broke into a smile when she shook her head at him and offered a small smile of her own before accepting the jug.
They'd been on the planet for a few weeks now and their relationship was starting to shift from commanding officer and subordinate to simply friends. She was now firmly Carter in his mind, her rank a thing of the past now, though he had a feeling that he would always be Sir to her. Jack allowed himself another moment of wool gathering before he put his hat back on his head, his glasses back on his face and picked the scythe up and started cutting again.
**
"I talked to Laira again today," Sam said as she at the end of the day as she and Jack continued to dig for the gate.
"About?" he asked, taking a quick break from digging to lean on the handle of his shovel.
"Moving into one of the smaller houses in the village." He watched as Carter stopped digging and took up a position much like his own.
"And?" Carter shrugged a little.
"I don't know," she finally said. "She said it would probably be ok, but there was just something about the way she said it that made me think everyone would rather we didn't, like we were trying to replace the original owners."
"So they'd rather we continue to live on Laira's kitchen floor?" he asked, sounding slightly bitter.
"They're trying, sir," she said, picking up her shovel again. "I think they feel like they're giving up if they let us settle." The fact that she only moved one shovel of dirt wasn't lost on O'Neill.
"I know the feeling," he said quietly. Sam's shovel hesitated for a long moment before she and O'Neill locked eyes. He leaned his shovel against the side of the pit they had managed to dig and pulled himself up to sit on the edge. She leaned her own shovel against the edge of the pit and walked over to him.
"Do you think we're giving up if we settle?" She tried not to fidget as he took a moment to consider his answer.
"I don't know," he said. "I do know I'm not ready to give up yet."
"Neither am I, sir," she said. He gave a satisfied nod before sliding back into the pit and picking up his shovel again. The pair went back to their digging in silence.
"Carter?" he said after a long moment. "You'll tell me when you're ready to stop, right?"
"I'm good for another few hours, sir."
"I meant for good." They stopped and locked eyes again.
"You'll do the same?" He nodded. "Then yeah, I'll let you know."
"Good," he said, mostly to himself. With one last shared look, the pair went back to their digging.
***
