Fic | Trial by Goa'uld | Sam/Baal [FRC]
Fandom: Stargate SG1
Characters: Sam Carter, Baal
Pairing: Sam/Baal
Rating: FRC
Written for: sg_15_fics
Prompt: #4 Test
Word Count: 680
Summary: She can’t think of anything that would be bad enough to deserve being lumbered with the most irritating being in the universe
It has to be a test of some kind. Her loyalty, maybe: how far she’ll go in order to follow an order. Or perhaps it’s something karmic, but she can’t think of anything that would be bad enough to deserve being lumbered with the most irritating being in the universe.
Storming into her lab, she throws the tablet PC at said being, relying on his heightened reflexes to come into play. That they do and he catches the device only serves to annoy her further.
“Is there a reason you reprogrammed that in Goa’uld?” she asks and folds her arms. “Specifically just before a very important presentation?”
“Oh, was that on this one?” Baal attempts innocence. Badly. Sam fights the urge to throw something else at him.
“You know damn well it is. Now put it back and maybe I can salvage something out of the meeting I’m supposed to be in.”
“Barrett is an idiot and you’re wasting your time,” Baal says and leans back in his chair, propping his feet on the table. “Time far better spent doing… other things.”
His smirk tells her exactly what he’s insinuating. She sighs and shakes her head.
“Change it back.” She hates begging, because he’s always worse afterwards, but she’s running out of time. “Please.”
He examines the ceiling. “Did you know I’d figured the differential for the phase device? It’s really quite ingenious. My early calculations are putting a two hundred percent increase on the Daedalus’ shields, plus the phasing. Theoretically the ship could be flown this close-” He holds his hands apart as if indicating the fish that had gotten away “-To a supernova. I’m trying to divide the possible power outlet to cover shields and engines, to compensate for the gravity pull.”
Sam stares at him. Jack was all about fishing. Pete did flowers and houses. Baal tempts her with potentially life-threatening trips into space. And of the three, she knows which one she’d take every single time.
“I’m going to be an hour at most,” she tries, mentally pleading with him to understand and behave for once. “Heck, I’d be done now if someone hadn’t changed the language settings on my tablet. Please, just… put it back and you can show me the sim later.”
He heaves a defeated sigh, sits straight and plonks the tablet on the table. A few moments of tapping at the screen with his long fingers and the display reverts to something she can actually read.
“Failure to understand Goa’uld is a deficiency on your part,” he says and shoves the tablet towards him. “As is your inability to understand what Barrett really wants.”
“Which is what?”
“To be rid of me, and therefore have access to you.”
“You don’t own me, Baal.” It’s terse and she has to swallow her irritation. “And Malcolm would have considerably less ammunition you stopped giving it him. If you really want to beat him you’re going to have to learn to play nice. At least on the surface.”
He smirks. “Very underhand, Samantha. I’m quite proud.”
“Oh, stop it. Look…” She glances at her watch and winces at how behind she is. “I need to get back to it. I really won’t be long. Can you behave yourself for an hour?”
“Of course,” he sniffs. “Though I can’t promise that I won’t expire from boredom.”
“I’m sure you’ll find something to entertain yourself with; just try not to blow anything up.”
“That would be foolish considering I’m still here,” he remarks.
“Or change the language on my computer to Goa’uld,” she throws over her shoulder as she heads for the door.
“How about Ancient?”
She stops and glares at him. He grins in response. She rolls her eyes and decides not to deign him with an answer to that: it probably wouldn’t make a difference either way. As she heads back to the command room and the aborted meeting, she reflects that working with Baal is definitely a test.
There is no way on Earth she’ll admit to anyone it’s something that she’s starting to enjoy.
Characters: Sam Carter, Baal
Pairing: Sam/Baal
Rating: FRC
Written for: sg_15_fics
Prompt: #4 Test
Word Count: 680
Summary: She can’t think of anything that would be bad enough to deserve being lumbered with the most irritating being in the universe
It has to be a test of some kind. Her loyalty, maybe: how far she’ll go in order to follow an order. Or perhaps it’s something karmic, but she can’t think of anything that would be bad enough to deserve being lumbered with the most irritating being in the universe.
Storming into her lab, she throws the tablet PC at said being, relying on his heightened reflexes to come into play. That they do and he catches the device only serves to annoy her further.
“Is there a reason you reprogrammed that in Goa’uld?” she asks and folds her arms. “Specifically just before a very important presentation?”
“Oh, was that on this one?” Baal attempts innocence. Badly. Sam fights the urge to throw something else at him.
“You know damn well it is. Now put it back and maybe I can salvage something out of the meeting I’m supposed to be in.”
“Barrett is an idiot and you’re wasting your time,” Baal says and leans back in his chair, propping his feet on the table. “Time far better spent doing… other things.”
His smirk tells her exactly what he’s insinuating. She sighs and shakes her head.
“Change it back.” She hates begging, because he’s always worse afterwards, but she’s running out of time. “Please.”
He examines the ceiling. “Did you know I’d figured the differential for the phase device? It’s really quite ingenious. My early calculations are putting a two hundred percent increase on the Daedalus’ shields, plus the phasing. Theoretically the ship could be flown this close-” He holds his hands apart as if indicating the fish that had gotten away “-To a supernova. I’m trying to divide the possible power outlet to cover shields and engines, to compensate for the gravity pull.”
Sam stares at him. Jack was all about fishing. Pete did flowers and houses. Baal tempts her with potentially life-threatening trips into space. And of the three, she knows which one she’d take every single time.
“I’m going to be an hour at most,” she tries, mentally pleading with him to understand and behave for once. “Heck, I’d be done now if someone hadn’t changed the language settings on my tablet. Please, just… put it back and you can show me the sim later.”
He heaves a defeated sigh, sits straight and plonks the tablet on the table. A few moments of tapping at the screen with his long fingers and the display reverts to something she can actually read.
“Failure to understand Goa’uld is a deficiency on your part,” he says and shoves the tablet towards him. “As is your inability to understand what Barrett really wants.”
“Which is what?”
“To be rid of me, and therefore have access to you.”
“You don’t own me, Baal.” It’s terse and she has to swallow her irritation. “And Malcolm would have considerably less ammunition you stopped giving it him. If you really want to beat him you’re going to have to learn to play nice. At least on the surface.”
He smirks. “Very underhand, Samantha. I’m quite proud.”
“Oh, stop it. Look…” She glances at her watch and winces at how behind she is. “I need to get back to it. I really won’t be long. Can you behave yourself for an hour?”
“Of course,” he sniffs. “Though I can’t promise that I won’t expire from boredom.”
“I’m sure you’ll find something to entertain yourself with; just try not to blow anything up.”
“That would be foolish considering I’m still here,” he remarks.
“Or change the language on my computer to Goa’uld,” she throws over her shoulder as she heads for the door.
“How about Ancient?”
She stops and glares at him. He grins in response. She rolls her eyes and decides not to deign him with an answer to that: it probably wouldn’t make a difference either way. As she heads back to the command room and the aborted meeting, she reflects that working with Baal is definitely a test.
There is no way on Earth she’ll admit to anyone it’s something that she’s starting to enjoy.