Sam in the I
Title: Sam in the I
Author:
zats_clear
Summary: Written for
abyssinia4077 's birthday as part of Defining Sam from A to Z Go read all!
Rating: G
Disclaimer: No money made, no rights, nothin'
Archive Rights: None (like you really want to! sheesh)
Jonas Hanson. Who the hell thought he would be useful to the Stargate Program? After all the time I've put into this program, after everything that SOB put me through, and now I have to work with him?? Thank God, he can't be on my team. At least Colonel O'Neill put him straight on why I was on SG-1. Thank you, Colonel, for that little saving grace. Saving face, more like it. How could Jonas even think...
I am an intelligent, interesting woman. I am a good communicator, no, an excellent conversationalist. An asset to the team. I do not have to dumb down to get a date, dye my hair blonde, or put out after dinner and a movie. Ok, well, maybe I'm stretching it a little on the blonde thing, but you get my point. Darn it, now I'm talking to myself! This is what I get for stopping outside office doors. I should have just walked right in there...
and what? Looked like the jilted bride? I gave him back the ring. I did.
He cannot undermine me here. This is my house.
Damn. Five minutes until the guys get the showers. Better move.
Author:
zats_clear
Summary: Written for
abyssinia4077 's birthday as part of Defining Sam from A to Z Go read all!
Rating: G
Disclaimer: No money made, no rights, nothin'
Archive Rights: None (like you really want to! sheesh)
Jonas Hanson. Who the hell thought he would be useful to the Stargate Program? After all the time I've put into this program, after everything that SOB put me through, and now I have to work with him?? Thank God, he can't be on my team. At least Colonel O'Neill put him straight on why I was on SG-1. Thank you, Colonel, for that little saving grace. Saving face, more like it. How could Jonas even think...
I am an intelligent, interesting woman. I am a good communicator, no, an excellent conversationalist. An asset to the team. I do not have to dumb down to get a date, dye my hair blonde, or put out after dinner and a movie. Ok, well, maybe I'm stretching it a little on the blonde thing, but you get my point. Darn it, now I'm talking to myself! This is what I get for stopping outside office doors. I should have just walked right in there...
and what? Looked like the jilted bride? I gave him back the ring. I did.
He cannot undermine me here. This is my house.
Damn. Five minutes until the guys get the showers. Better move.