"Knee Deep" by brandifer
Title: Knee Deep
Author: brandifer
Rating/Warning: G+ / A little strong language
Spoilers: None
Your recipient: Annerb (annerbhp)
Request details: Sam's secret irrational phobia gets her into trouble off world.
The planet had a designation that garnered a laugh from many of the
SGC team members: P3R-549. Assigned to SG-14 for a routine recon,
there had been scores of cornball jokes floated about what to expect
on the small planet, from being met at the gate by an elderly lady
wearing a floppy straw hat to going hand-to-hand with Junior Samples,
used car salesman.
The Hee Haw references had been lost on Teal'c and some of the
younger SGC staff. After some disastrous attempts to describe the
concept of the old variety show, Colonels O'Neill and Grimes split the
cost of a set of DVDs. For strictly educational purposes, they
claimed. Sam didn't know which was more disturbing, the youth of the
team members or the fact that Hee Haw was available on DVD.
While in the locker room gearing up, Colonel Grimes' team had broken
into an impromptu chorus of the "Gloom and Despair Song". Everyone had
a good laugh at it, but the line "If it weren't for bad luck I'd have
no luck at all…" seemed now to have been prophetic. The team had
missed two scheduled check-ins from 549 and were now over twelve hours
late.
General Hammond scrambled SG-1 to go take a look, and as she'd stepped
into the waiting wormhole, Sam hoped SG-14 was still capable of
laughing.
*
One by one the members of SG-1 exited the wormhole and immediately
took up a defensive stance. Their arrival was a couple of hours or so
before dawn local time. According to the briefing, the planet had
three small moons, but it was a cloudy night and there was little
light but the all-too-obvious glow of the open wormhole.
From the UAV photos, they knew the gate was situated at one end a
clearing about a hundred yards square, far too open for safety even in
the inky darkness. Behind the gate was a large hill covered with trees
and foliage. The other three sides of the field were more of the same,
but flat and level. A dirt track began conveniently at the foot of the
gate platform and led away into the wood.
The team met no challenge and a scan of the area turned up nothing
troublesome. The colonel signaled for them move toward one side of the
field and they ran low and swift toward the tree line.
As they darted through the ankle-high grass, the only sound was the
squish squish of soggy soil under their feet. The air was hot
and humid, heavy with the reek of decaying vegetation. Sam was
reminded of a weekend trip to the Everglades when she was a teenager.
They reached the tree line and hunkered down, waiting for any
indication that their arrival had been detected. After a long moment,
O'Neill was satisfied that the vicinity was secure and sent the
all-clear signal back to the control room.
The wormhole winked out and they were left crouching in silence and shadow.
"At least we haven't had to shoot Grandpa Jones," O'Neill said quietly
as he peeled off his night glasses.
"I'd bet you guys were looking forward to finding girls in short
shorts though," Sam whispered back with a grin. She stowed her glasses
in Daniel's pack, then turned to give him access to hers.
The clouds parted slightly and let a little more light through,
allowing them a slightly better view of their surroundings. The trees
were tall and had thick trunks covered in a papery bark the color of
fresh rust. The limbs were tangled with thick, green vines and draped
heavily with would pass on Earth for Spanish moss. A warm, moist
breeze stirred, making the dangling moss sway and whisper. The
combined effect gave the place a creepy, gothic vibe and set all of
their nerves on end.
Jack took one last quick survey of the clearing, keyed his radio and
spoke quietly, "SG-1 to SG-14. Grimes, do you copy?" He had barely
removed his finger from the key when they received a response. It was
simply a double click of the transmit key - a request for radio
silence.
"If they still have their radios then logic says they're just pinned
down," Sam said.
"Better luck than we usually have. Score to SG-1," Daniel shrugged.
"Alrighty then," Jack said, repositioning his weapon. "The old 'good
news, bad news'. Somebody's got 'em, but we know they're still here
and they know we're coming. As there's only one clear trail out of
here, I'd bet that's what all the cool kids are doing. Teal'c, take
point."
The big man simply nodded, and they edged along the tree line toward
the dirt path.
*
The group moved through the woods as quietly as possible. The path was
fairly wide but seemed to meander. The further they went the more
water they came across in the form of large, muddy puddles and small
streams. They had a little help from the weather; the clouds had
rolled away and patches of moonlight made it through the canopy,
allowing them to avoid many of the watery hazards, though not all.
After sinking one leg knee-deep in brackish muck, Daniel swore and
muttered "Kornfield County, my ass. We've gated to Dagobah."
Traveling in silence, they could hear the faint stirrings of small
animals; the occasional rustle of wings or a startled rustling of
something fleeing through the snarled mess of the forest floor. No one
remarked on the apparent lack of mosquitoes for fear of summoning
them.
After picking their way gingerly through the dark for ninety minutes,
the woods began to thin, the trail widened and they thought they could
see open ground ahead. Teal'c signaled for them to wait while he
checked it out. Grubby and bathed in sweat, Sam, Daniel and Jack were
happy to take a breather.
It was a brief respite; Teal'c was gone only moments. "There are signs
of Jaffa, though they are not fresh. I would estimate sunrise is
approximately an hour away."
"Jaffa. Great," the colonel grimaced. "I was really hoping for natives."
"Yes!" Daniel exclaimed, pumping a fist in the air. Three faces
swiveled toward him. Each wore a raised eyebrow. "I wasn't. Hoping for
natives. I wasn't exactly praying for Jaffa, but…"
Man, woman and resident alien looked at one another in disbelief.
"Look. I was tired before we started this, it's freakin' hot, and my
boots are full of stinky crap. I'll shoot somebody if I have to. Let's
just go get our guys back and go home." It wasn't particularly clear
if the somebody Daniel would shoot was limited to enemy forces.
"Do we need to haul you back to the infirmary for an MRI, Daniel?"
Jack asked suspiciously.
He gave a vigorous shake of his head. "Seriously, the joy of
discovering some new civilization can wait, just this one time. Can we
go shoot somebody now?"
O'Neill blinked. "If you insist;" he said acerbically. "Teal'c, you
heard the man. Let's go find somebody for him to shoot." Jack jabbed a
finger toward the end of the trail, and they were moving again.
*
They emerged from the wood where the path intersected a wider trail.
The new trail ran along a low embankment, and closer inspection
revealed a dull, foul-smelling body of water on the other side. More
of the rusty trees grew from the water, also crusted with the bluish
moss.
Teal'c pointed out the distinct impression of Jaffa boots, though it
was hardly necessary because the deep impressions were easily seen
even in the dark. Obviously the Jaffa had presumed they were alone
here, as they had made no effort to conceal their passing. The four of
them did not repeat the mistake, avoiding the mud and more saturated
turf as much as possible.
The soft ground revealed evidence of small wildlife: tiny paw prints
here and there and odd, double sets of bird feet. Even if the sun
hadn't shown up yet, the native creatures knew sunrise was coming and
were beginning to go about their business, squeaking and chirping and
snuffling.
From the intersection of trails they followed the Jaffa tracks about a
hundred yards, Teal'c and Daniel on the left side of the trail, Sam
and Jack on the right, closest to the water. Teal'c gave the signal to
stop, lifted his head high and took a deep breath.
"Breakfast fires," he murmured. "They are not far." The two pairs
spread a little further apart, creeping from tree to tree.
The embankment got a little steeper and Sam moved further up, seeking
drier ground. She paused for a moment and looked at the sky, trying to
gauge how much longer they would have the protection of the pre-dawn
murk. When she realized how far ahead the colonel had gone, she took
off in a jog in an effort to catch up. On her third stride, the
embankment gave way under her boots.
She fell straight down, arms windmilling, too surprised to utter a
sound. Having landed on her butt, Sam expected to sink to the bottom
of the fetid pool, but found herself only sitting in water up to her
waist. It was pitch black and the smell was threatening to make her
retch. The darkness kept her from seeing the source of a deafening
racket flooding the space she was in. It was a harsh, shrill sound,
like a thousand outraged parakeets shrieking.
Knowing she was going to need her hands free to get out, Sam slung her
weapon around her back. She put her hands down beside her in the water
in an attempt to rise, but the bottom was spongy and too slick. She
opened her mouth to shout to her teammates, but realized they'd never
hear her over the noise.
Now the ground felt like it was moving.
What the hell?
Frantically Sam dug her flashlight out of her utility vest, clicked it
on, and discovered the source of the noise: frogs. This planet's
version of them, anyway. They might have been the size of dinner
plates, coal black and with sharp yellow beaks, but they were
identifiable as frogs nonetheless.
There were hundreds of them, surrounding her in a shrieking frenzy.
Sam's heart nearly jumped out of her chest and her brain slammed to a
halt. Senseless with abject terror, she did the only thing she could
do. She started screaming.
*
An indistinct noise from behind made O'Neill spin around and drop to a
crouch. When he didn't find Sam immediately following, he rose and
took three cautious steps back, swinging the P-90 in a slow arc.
Seeing no sign of her, he raised a hand in attempt to catch Teal'c or
Daniel's attention. Intent on the trail ahead, they didn't notice.
Jack was reaching for a pebble to throw at them when shrill, panicked
screams exploded into the stillness.
Teal'c and Daniel whirled around, weapons sighted in an instant. They
saw only O'Neill, who was casting about frantically for the source of
the wailing. Daniel lowered his gun, realized they were missing a
teammate and made the connection.
"Oh my God, Sam!" he shouted, and began running toward Jack and the
horrible sound. "Something's got her!"
Teal'c fought the urge to do the same, but knew there was no way the
enemy Jaffa hadn't heard the tormented shrieking. He turned back
toward the trailhead, armed his staff weapon and waited.
The sound continued unabated. It seemed to emanate from the water or
close to it; the two men began running along the bank. Suddenly coming
upon the fresh hole, they were barely able to stop before tumbling in
themselves. They dropped to their bellies on the ground next to the
hole.
As the colonel scrambled for his flashlight, Daniel immediately stuck
his head over the edge. Despite the screaming, he was relieved to see
she had her flashlight out and it was moving around.
"SAM!" he roared. If she heard him, it had no effect. He took a breath
to try it again, but just then Jack leaned over the edge of the hole
with his flashlight and what they saw horrified them both.
"Oh my God!" Daniel breathed. Jack couldn't even speak.
The cave Sam had fallen into was only about ten feet wide. It was
about six feet from the hole to where she thrashed in the putrid
water, surrounded by countless slimy black amphibian creatures. As she
scrambled to stand, she tried in vain to push the frogs away from her
or club them with the flashlight.
Unfortunately they appeared to be as frightened as she was; all four
of their limbs were equipped with prehensile webbed claws they used to
lurch through the water and climb frantically over one another and
Sam. To them she was solid ground, and they tried to scale her
shoulders and grasped her hair to gain leverage. She would no sooner
dislodge one than another would grip her shirt or the webbing of her
vest.
All the while she was screaming like the lead actress in a horror movie.
"Carter!" Jack shouted, waving the flashlight at her head. She saw
nothing but her attackers. "CARTER!!" he bellowed, to no avail.
Jack widened the focus on the flashlight as far as it would go and
craned his neck all around "Are they biting her? Or stinging,
or…something?!?" He yelled at Daniel.
"I don't know!" he yelled back, frustrated and completely unnerved.
Suddenly, Daniel sat up and unzipped his vest. Flinging it to the
side, he grabbed the flashlight from Jack's hand. "Grab my legs!" he
shouted and threw his upper body into the hole.
"Sam!" Her voice was turning hoarse and losing a little steam. He
hoped it was because she was beginning to calm down and not because
she wasn't getting enough oxygen. "SAM! We're here!" he shouted, but
she was completely consumed by the war she was waging.
"Sam!" Her voice hitched a little mid-shriek. He tried again. "Sam!
Look up. Look at me." She grabbed a frog by the hind leg and dragged
it off her chest. Daniel waved the flashlight in her face and shouted
one more time, "MAJOR SAMANTHA CARTER!"
Mercifully, his voice broke through her terror and she stopped. She
was shaking violently and gasping for air but aimed the flashlight at
him as he dangled over her head. "Daniel!"
"We're here. We'll get you out. Can you stand up?"
"I'm trying…it's slippery." She gasped and slapped a frog as it
reached for her face. "I think I'm sitting on some," she said
apprehensively.
"Can you get up on your knees? If you can, I think I can pull you out."
She stopped and focused on his face, dangling above her. "Out. Get
out. Yes. Now."
Daniel held out a single finger in her direction. "One second."
Daniel hauled himself halfway out of the hole and told Jack he was
going to pull her out. Jack stood up, bent over Daniel and grabbed the
back of his vest. "Go," he said.
Back in the hole, Daniel said calmly to Sam, "Come on. Time to go."
She clipped the flashlight to the edge of her vest and grimaced as she
put her hands back into the slimy water and tried to get her legs
beneath her. She wobbled and slid and her hands jerked every time she
came in contact with one of the frogs. On her third try, she raised up
far enough to lock hands with the archaeologist and pull herself to
her feet. Daniel felt her fingernails dig into his skin, but he didn't
care.
"Jack! Now!" he yelled, and immediately felt a sharp yank. However, a
grown woman, soaking wet and carrying fifty pounds of equipment was a
heavy load and he was barely able to keep her on her unsteady feet.
"Wait," she said.
"Jack! Stop!" he shouted over his shoulder. "Give us a second."
Leaving one trembling hand gripping Daniel, she unclipped her P-90 and
passed it to him. He passed it over his shoulder to Jack, who tossed
the items aside. She did the same with her utility vest, removing it
one arm at a time. When it was gone, he moved to grab her free hand
and she hesitated.
"My pack," she said uncertainly. It was nearly submerged in the water
at her feet.
"Forget it."
His comment seemed to galvanize her. "They're not having it." Daniel
didn't know whether she meant the Jaffa or the frogs, but she seemed
determined so he waited for her.
She clearly did not want to let go of his hand to reach for the pack.
So instead, she balanced carefully on one foot, hooked a leg out and
brought the pack to her left hand with her right foot.
Even as freaked out as he was, Daniel had to admire her resilience and
ingenuity. She handed the sodden pack up to him and he passed it on to
Jack.
"Okay, now we have a go. We're really going this time, okay?" She
simply nodded shakily. "Try to push off if you can." She nodded once
more.
"GO!"
O'Neill pulled on Daniel with all of his strength. They got off to a
good start, with Sam holding on for dear life and Daniel trying to
lift her with his arms. Then, the embankment crumbled beneath Daniel
and they both tumbled back into the filthy hole.
"Son of a bitch! Daniel! Carter!" Jack shouted as he stepped up
to the new edge of a gaping sinkhole. He looked down to find Daniel
lying on the downward slope created by the collapse, half covered in
moist black soil. Sam was sitting in the water again, this time at the
bottom of the dirt pile. Daniel still had a grip on one of her hands,
but waved his free one at Jack.
"We're okay! Well, we will be." To Sam, he said, "Look! I built you a
ramp. It'll be easier now."
Sam nodded, then plucked a frog off his back and launched it up and
over the edge of the hole.
From across the trail, Jack heard Teal'c say urgently, "They are coming!"
"Shit." He squatted down next to Daniel and took Sam's other hand.
"Carter, can you walk? We need to get you out of there, now."
Her only response was to snatch her hands back and start scrambling up
the slope on all fours.
The frogs had also discovered the ramp, and began clambering up the
slope after her.
Jack reached down and gave Daniel a hand up, and he in turn reached
for Sam. They hurried back to the other side of the trail to the cover
of the trees.
*
There was no time to retrieve Sam's weapon as they dived for cover, so
Daniel and Jack had steered her behind the biggest tree in sight. Jack
told her firmly to sit down and stay still.
Both men were stunned when she did exactly as she was told, drawing
her knees up to her chest and wrapping her arms around them tightly.
The soft light of early dawn was both a boon and a hindrance for SG-1.
On one hand they had a clear view of the approaching handful of Jaffa,
but on the other hand they'd lost the cover darkness afforded.
Though no one recognized the tattoo they bore, it was clear these
Jaffa subscribed to the adage of 'shoot first and ask questions
later.' Their leader took the first shot before Teal'c finished
shouting "Kree!"
A staff weapon and two P-90s versus nine Jaffa weren't the best odds,
but they'd had worse. SG-1 had the upper hand in that they had
anticipated the skirmish; surprise had rattled the Jaffa and most of
their shots were sloppy and wasted.
When there were four left, Teal'c had a slightly singed arm, Daniel
was reloading and Jack was drawing a bead on one of the remainder when
gunfire erupted from the forest behind the mystery Jaffa.
Teal'c held his fire as two of the Jaffa fell where they stood. The
other two panicked and ran from their positions, where they were
easily targeted by Daniel and the colonel.
"Identify yourselves!" Teal'c shouted as the last of the smoke cleared.
"Colonel Bradley Grimes, USAF, lover of all things Tau'ri. Hey,
Teal'c! Glad to see you guys," the tall black-haired man smirked as he
stepped cautiously out of the woods and onto the trail. "I've got
Harper, Holley and Bitsy, too."
Grimes waved an arm and his team members appeared on the trail as
well. Lt. Caroline Bitsman had the only discernable injury among them
with a field bandage plastered to the side of her neck. Together
Grimes' team hurried over to where the male members of SG-1 stood
surveying the area.
The female member stood slightly apart, using the sleeve of her
t-shirt to try and scrub the grime off her face. All of her exposed
skin was scored by tiny scratches punctuated by red welts.
"There are two more, but I think they ran the other way." Grimed hiked
a thumb down the trail.
"Off to get reinforcements?" O'Neill asked.
"Nope. Scared shitless. I got loose about ten minutes before I got
your radio call, they didn't realize I was gone yet. Dumbasses didn't
realize what the radios were so they didn't take them away from us.
When the ruckus started, they left the two to watch us and took off
this way. The guards were already spooked by the noise, so we changed
channels and stuck the units together to make feedback squeal. They
peed themselves and bolted. We grabbed our stuff and came on."
He stopped and frowned. "What in the name of God was all that
screaming, anyway?"
O'Neill paused a moment before answering. "We had a little trouble
with the local wildlife," he said.
Dozens of the huge, ugly amphibians had made their way out of what was
presumably a nest of some sort. They didn't croak and they weren't
screeching, just wandering aimlessly on their spindly legs around the
embankment and into the forest. The only noise they made was by
clacking their beaks together. Jack gestured at them with the barrel
of his gun.
Sam took a few large steps away from the group, back toward the tree
line. Her team noticed.
Grimes and his team looked more than a little skeptical. "You had
trouble with those?" he asked.
"They make a most disagreeable noise when they are frightened," Teal'c
said calmly.
"And we stirred them up pretty badly," Daniel added.
Jack nodded his agreement and watched Sam look anywhere but the SGC
team members. "We should head out in a minute. You guys okay to move
fast?" he asked SG-14.
Grimes looked at his team one by one; they each nodded back. "We're
good to go."
"Alright, we leave in five. Daniel, see if you can find Carter's
gear." If Grimes and company wondered how Sam lost her stuff, they
didn't ask.
O'Neill approached Sam cautiously from the side and stood with his
hands on his hips. "Carter," he said quietly.
"Sir," she answered, scuffing a boot on the ground.
He took a step closer and spoke quietly. "How are you to travel? Are
you injured?"
"I can travel. I'm okay, sir."
He looked at her for a long moment. "If at any point in time you
become not okay, I expect to be notified. And in words,
not sounds. Understood?"
Finally, she looked him squarely in the eye. "Yes, sir, understood completely."
"We're taking off in a couple of minutes. I sent Daniel to get your gear."
"Thank you, sir. Uh, before we go, I'd like to wring out my socks and
pee, sir. And not necessarily in that order."
He had to grin impishly at that. "If I were you, Carter I'd have
probably already peed."
She ducked her head with a small, pale smile, then pointed a finger
further into the woods. "Going, sir." O'Neill watched her stalk away
for a moment then joined Teal'c and Grimes.
*
The reality of being in the military - especially in the Stargate
program - meant that privacy came second to security. When required,
Sam had endured having Daniel, Teal'c and the colonel in very close
proximity to her toilet functions and she had a certain level of
tolerance for it. But only under the most dire circumstances and only
with them. Having met her quota of humiliation for the day, she was
determined not to be witnessed by anyone, especially from SG-14. She
traveled a ways into the woods away from the others. When she finally
thought she'd gone far enough, she chose the largest tree she could
see.
She had just finished digging a small hole at the base of the tree
with the heel of her boot when she heard a staff weapon discharge.
Bolting upright, she heard the team leaders barking orders, then
return fire.
"Damn it," she hissed under her breath, "was it too much to ask to
just get out of this cesspool?"
She pressed herself to the tree and stole a look to the right. She
didn't see anything, so she turned and looked around the left side. At
first, she didn't hear any more fire, so she thought they might have
neutralized the attacker, but then she heard that distinctive
whump and saw a bolt of blue energy fly and one of the enemy
Jaffa duck back behind a fallen log approximately thirty yards away.
Trying to decide whether to try and get back or just wait it out where
she was, Sam almost missed a stealthy movement less than ten yards
from her position. It was the last hostile Jaffa, trying to outflank
the Earth forces while his partner drew their fire.
She inched around the tree to the right, then sneaked a peek to see if
she'd been spotted. The Jaffa wore his gray undershirt and a pair of
brown leggings. As the weak light of new dawn hadn't quite filtered
through the canopy, she would have missed him completely if she hadn't
seen him move.
Sam was in a quandary now; she was in the perfect position to take
them both out, if she'd had her weapon. Even with no one to witness it
her cheeks flushed with shame.
Shouting to the others would only draw enemy fire. Making a run for
the line of defense would have the same effect. Just standing there
doing nothing was unacceptable. It was her fault they were in this
mess; she was damn well going to do something to get them out.
Suddenly, she had a plan.
Dropping to a crouch, Sam scooped up two handfuls of moist, black soil
and rubbed it into her blonde hair. She peeked around the tree again
to check the Jaffa's position and was gratified to see he'd only moved
a couple of feet. She crouch-walked away from the tree on the side
opposite the creeping Jaffa and moved in a wide arc until she was
coming up on his six, three or four yards behind him. He was lying on
his belly, plotting his next move.
As Carter moved to close the gap between them, she heard the one with
the staff weapon exchange a few more rounds with the SG teams, and
suddenly he began to cry out in pain. Shortly, Sam heard a projectile
weapon fire a single shot and the Jaffa was silenced.
The creeper muttered angrily and rose to sit on his heels, craning his
neck trying unsuccessfully to get a glimpse of his comrade through the
undergrowth.
Unarmed, Sam's plan had been to engage him while he was completely
horizontal. That plan was busted, and she didn't have a new one.
Suddenly she heard O'Neill's voice ring through the woods. "Carter!"
She watched as the Jaffa stood and saw the body of his compatriot
lying across the fallen log, the staff weapon still activated but
lying in the dirt. He took off in a running crouch, aiming to get the
staff.
"Sam!" she heard Daniel call, sounding more than slightly panicked.
The Jaffa was mere feet from the staff; she dared not return their
call. Instead, she watched as he loped up to the log, grabbed the
weapon, then turned and headed straight back where he'd just come
from. As she'd moved up to the position he'd just vacated, he was
headed straight for her.
Instinctively, she dropped flat to the ground. It wasn't a moment too
soon; scant seconds later his feet brushed past her head, ruffling her
mud-caked hair and nearly giving her heart failure. She counted to ten
and raised her head cautiously. He was less than ten feet away,
creeping his way closer to her teams.
"MAJOR CARTER!" Colonel Grimes yelled. His was the closest voice yet -
far too close. The Jaffa ducked behind a small tree and took aim.
Sam was out of options. She cast about for a weapon of any kind - a
stick, a rock, anything. All she found was a huge black frog, toddling
toward her on its bird-like feet. Suddenly the frog stopped and
assessed her from the feet up. Woman and frog stared one another down
for a few seconds, then the creature did a surprisingly agile
about-face began clambering away.
Oh no you don't.
Suppressing a shudder, Sam reached down and snatched it up by the hind
legs. Stepping up behind the Jaffa, she wound up like a batter at the
plate and swung the frog at his head.
Sam smashed the ten-pound frog against the Jaffa's skull with all the
force she could muster. His head slammed into the tree with a solid
thud. It was enough to stun him, but not enough to knock him out. She
needed backup.
"COLONEL!" she howled. She didn't care which one she got.
"Ssssskkkkkrrrrrreeeeeeeeeeee!" the frog protested, struggling
in her grasp.
Staggered, the Jaffa turned to look at her, stunned in a whole new way
to see a filthy woman with a half-dazed frog dangling from her fists.
It was the last thing he saw; she swung the frog again and connected
with his face. This time he went down and stayed down.
*
O'Neill came barreling through the forest tangle with Daniel hot on
his heels. He skidded to a halt in front of the dead Jaffa, then
looked with complete disbelief at his second-in-command, surrounded by
SG-14.
Grimy almost beyond recognition, the major stood holding a canteen in
one hand and a dead frog in the other.
"Sir," she said, nodding in greeting. "Anybody have a bag I could put
this in?" she asked, waving the beast in his direction.
"I do," said Captain Harper, who fished a large specimen bag out of a
vest pocket.
Teal'c arrived just in time to hear Daniel quip to Jack, "Okay, I got
to shoot somebody, we've got our people back, and Sam's even got
herself a souvenir. Can we go home now?"
"Why, yes we can, Daniel," the Colonel replied with mock graciousness.
He looked around at the rest of them and said. "Seriously, hit the
road. Now."
They hit it.
*
The trip back to the gate clearing was much faster - and hotter - in
the light of day.
Jack, Daniel and Teal'c had surreptitiously kept a watchful eye on Sam
as they'd trekked back through the boggy wood. She hadn't been five
feet from a member of her team since the moment they'd departed the
noxious lake and its repulsive inhabitants. She knew it was far too
much to hope that they'd just let it slide; that she could make it all
go away by putting on a perky face and pretending it never happened.
So she wasn't surprised when upon reaching the edge of the clearing,
O'Neill asked Grimes' team to check the perimeter. Sam stood in the
shade, sharing a drink with Daniel and Teal'c. The moment the other
team was away, the colonel approached his major front and center. She
was busy inspecting her boots.
"Carter…" he said warningly. Reluctantly she raised her head and
looked him in the eye.
"Sir."
Jack looked out briefly at the open field. "I figure you have about
five minutes max to tell me what went on with you today, before we
gate home and you have a chat with the Doc."
"Sir, I'm sorry…" she started, but he cut her off.
"I know we're all tired and a little ragged, but you took the off ramp
to Looneyville out there…
"I believe the clinical term for it is 'altered'," Daniel interjected.
"…I need to know if this was a one-time thing or if you…if we,"
he gestured to include all of them, "have a problem we need to deal
with."
Sam was already shaking her head. "No problem, sir. One time only,
sir." Her eyes were huge and earnest, and she fostered a tiny, frail
hope that her assurance was all it would take - until Daniel opened
his mouth again.
"Seriously Sam, what the hell happened? You scared the living crap out
of us all. I didn't think you were capable of screaming, let
alone so…" he trailed off. "Just, bugnuts. Wow."
Traitor.
"Am I right?" he looked at Teal'c and motioned for input.
"You are correct, Daniel Jackson," He nodded at the archaeologist. To
Sam, he said, "If I possessed hair, it would still be standing at
end."
His delivery and the mental image made Daniel chuckle and the colonel
grin. Sam gave him a weak, watery smile.
Jack's levity was short-lived. "Carter?" he said quietly. "You got
about three minutes left."
She knew she owed them an explanation and if she didn't want the
episode to haunt her even more than it already would, it had to be
now. She stood up straight, took a deep breath and spoke.
"Tenth grade. Two years younger than everyone else in class. Biology
class, varsity football squad, cheerleaders."
Daniel and Jack winced, Teal'c nodded.
"Quarterback fails, cheerleaders get mocked by teacher, skinny new
girl gets the answers right every time."
She looked, making sure they were following her Cliffs Notes version
of the story
"Quarterback wants to impress cheerleader. After school, squad and
cheerleaders blindfold girl, drag girl to biology lab, throw her in
tank of dissection subjects. Bullfrogs."
The humiliation of her experience is evident in the deep flush of her
skin, from her scalp to the neckline of her t-shirt. She looked them
each in the eye, willing them to understand.
Jack's face crinkled in distress. Daniel reached out and took her
hand. Teal'c's eyes narrowed in anger.
Even at such a young age, Samantha Carter had been used to being in
control, and she never got over the loss of it that day. She never
forgot her shame at having been blind to their resentment or the
degradation of being unable to defend herself.
The memories were never far away: hitting and kicking blindly, being
lifted high and falling. The pain of her wrist striking something thin
and hard. The shock of her body hitting the water and sinking below
the surface.
"I nearly drowned before I got the pillowcase off," she continued
softly. "Things didn't get much better when I did - the frogs went
nuts and so did I. The janitor heard me screaming and came running. I
was covered in frog crap…" she waved a hand down her front, "and never
lived down being hosed off in the mop sink before someone could drive
me home."
Their radios crackled to life. "Colonel O'Neill, we've got wide-open
spaces. What say we blow this mudball?"
The colonel in question kept his eyes locked on Carter's as he relayed
his answer. "We say hell yes. Dial it up, we'll meet you
there."
To the team he said, "So, no problem except Kermit's ugly cousins. All
I wanted to know. Last one through the gate buys Carter a beer. Or
ten." He turned and headed for the gate. His team followed.
At the bottom step of the gate platform, Daniel laid a hand on Sam's
arm as she started up. "I have a question."
"Okay."
"What happened to the quarterback and the cheerleaders?"
She gave him a full-blown Sam Carter smile. He grinned back because it
was impossible not to. "Detention, parent conference, the usual," she
said breezily, ascending the last three steps. "By odd coincidence,
though, a few days later the quarterback's Mustang blew up. In his
driveway."
She paused before the event horizon. "They never did figure out what
happened," she added, and stepped into the gate.
Daniel laughed out loud and followed her home.
*
Author: brandifer
Rating/Warning: G+ / A little strong language
Spoilers: None
Your recipient: Annerb (annerbhp)
Request details: Sam's secret irrational phobia gets her into trouble off world.
The planet had a designation that garnered a laugh from many of the
SGC team members: P3R-549. Assigned to SG-14 for a routine recon,
there had been scores of cornball jokes floated about what to expect
on the small planet, from being met at the gate by an elderly lady
wearing a floppy straw hat to going hand-to-hand with Junior Samples,
used car salesman.
The Hee Haw references had been lost on Teal'c and some of the
younger SGC staff. After some disastrous attempts to describe the
concept of the old variety show, Colonels O'Neill and Grimes split the
cost of a set of DVDs. For strictly educational purposes, they
claimed. Sam didn't know which was more disturbing, the youth of the
team members or the fact that Hee Haw was available on DVD.
While in the locker room gearing up, Colonel Grimes' team had broken
into an impromptu chorus of the "Gloom and Despair Song". Everyone had
a good laugh at it, but the line "If it weren't for bad luck I'd have
no luck at all…" seemed now to have been prophetic. The team had
missed two scheduled check-ins from 549 and were now over twelve hours
late.
General Hammond scrambled SG-1 to go take a look, and as she'd stepped
into the waiting wormhole, Sam hoped SG-14 was still capable of
laughing.
*
One by one the members of SG-1 exited the wormhole and immediately
took up a defensive stance. Their arrival was a couple of hours or so
before dawn local time. According to the briefing, the planet had
three small moons, but it was a cloudy night and there was little
light but the all-too-obvious glow of the open wormhole.
From the UAV photos, they knew the gate was situated at one end a
clearing about a hundred yards square, far too open for safety even in
the inky darkness. Behind the gate was a large hill covered with trees
and foliage. The other three sides of the field were more of the same,
but flat and level. A dirt track began conveniently at the foot of the
gate platform and led away into the wood.
The team met no challenge and a scan of the area turned up nothing
troublesome. The colonel signaled for them move toward one side of the
field and they ran low and swift toward the tree line.
As they darted through the ankle-high grass, the only sound was the
squish squish of soggy soil under their feet. The air was hot
and humid, heavy with the reek of decaying vegetation. Sam was
reminded of a weekend trip to the Everglades when she was a teenager.
They reached the tree line and hunkered down, waiting for any
indication that their arrival had been detected. After a long moment,
O'Neill was satisfied that the vicinity was secure and sent the
all-clear signal back to the control room.
The wormhole winked out and they were left crouching in silence and shadow.
"At least we haven't had to shoot Grandpa Jones," O'Neill said quietly
as he peeled off his night glasses.
"I'd bet you guys were looking forward to finding girls in short
shorts though," Sam whispered back with a grin. She stowed her glasses
in Daniel's pack, then turned to give him access to hers.
The clouds parted slightly and let a little more light through,
allowing them a slightly better view of their surroundings. The trees
were tall and had thick trunks covered in a papery bark the color of
fresh rust. The limbs were tangled with thick, green vines and draped
heavily with would pass on Earth for Spanish moss. A warm, moist
breeze stirred, making the dangling moss sway and whisper. The
combined effect gave the place a creepy, gothic vibe and set all of
their nerves on end.
Jack took one last quick survey of the clearing, keyed his radio and
spoke quietly, "SG-1 to SG-14. Grimes, do you copy?" He had barely
removed his finger from the key when they received a response. It was
simply a double click of the transmit key - a request for radio
silence.
"If they still have their radios then logic says they're just pinned
down," Sam said.
"Better luck than we usually have. Score to SG-1," Daniel shrugged.
"Alrighty then," Jack said, repositioning his weapon. "The old 'good
news, bad news'. Somebody's got 'em, but we know they're still here
and they know we're coming. As there's only one clear trail out of
here, I'd bet that's what all the cool kids are doing. Teal'c, take
point."
The big man simply nodded, and they edged along the tree line toward
the dirt path.
*
The group moved through the woods as quietly as possible. The path was
fairly wide but seemed to meander. The further they went the more
water they came across in the form of large, muddy puddles and small
streams. They had a little help from the weather; the clouds had
rolled away and patches of moonlight made it through the canopy,
allowing them to avoid many of the watery hazards, though not all.
After sinking one leg knee-deep in brackish muck, Daniel swore and
muttered "Kornfield County, my ass. We've gated to Dagobah."
Traveling in silence, they could hear the faint stirrings of small
animals; the occasional rustle of wings or a startled rustling of
something fleeing through the snarled mess of the forest floor. No one
remarked on the apparent lack of mosquitoes for fear of summoning
them.
After picking their way gingerly through the dark for ninety minutes,
the woods began to thin, the trail widened and they thought they could
see open ground ahead. Teal'c signaled for them to wait while he
checked it out. Grubby and bathed in sweat, Sam, Daniel and Jack were
happy to take a breather.
It was a brief respite; Teal'c was gone only moments. "There are signs
of Jaffa, though they are not fresh. I would estimate sunrise is
approximately an hour away."
"Jaffa. Great," the colonel grimaced. "I was really hoping for natives."
"Yes!" Daniel exclaimed, pumping a fist in the air. Three faces
swiveled toward him. Each wore a raised eyebrow. "I wasn't. Hoping for
natives. I wasn't exactly praying for Jaffa, but…"
Man, woman and resident alien looked at one another in disbelief.
"Look. I was tired before we started this, it's freakin' hot, and my
boots are full of stinky crap. I'll shoot somebody if I have to. Let's
just go get our guys back and go home." It wasn't particularly clear
if the somebody Daniel would shoot was limited to enemy forces.
"Do we need to haul you back to the infirmary for an MRI, Daniel?"
Jack asked suspiciously.
He gave a vigorous shake of his head. "Seriously, the joy of
discovering some new civilization can wait, just this one time. Can we
go shoot somebody now?"
O'Neill blinked. "If you insist;" he said acerbically. "Teal'c, you
heard the man. Let's go find somebody for him to shoot." Jack jabbed a
finger toward the end of the trail, and they were moving again.
*
They emerged from the wood where the path intersected a wider trail.
The new trail ran along a low embankment, and closer inspection
revealed a dull, foul-smelling body of water on the other side. More
of the rusty trees grew from the water, also crusted with the bluish
moss.
Teal'c pointed out the distinct impression of Jaffa boots, though it
was hardly necessary because the deep impressions were easily seen
even in the dark. Obviously the Jaffa had presumed they were alone
here, as they had made no effort to conceal their passing. The four of
them did not repeat the mistake, avoiding the mud and more saturated
turf as much as possible.
The soft ground revealed evidence of small wildlife: tiny paw prints
here and there and odd, double sets of bird feet. Even if the sun
hadn't shown up yet, the native creatures knew sunrise was coming and
were beginning to go about their business, squeaking and chirping and
snuffling.
From the intersection of trails they followed the Jaffa tracks about a
hundred yards, Teal'c and Daniel on the left side of the trail, Sam
and Jack on the right, closest to the water. Teal'c gave the signal to
stop, lifted his head high and took a deep breath.
"Breakfast fires," he murmured. "They are not far." The two pairs
spread a little further apart, creeping from tree to tree.
The embankment got a little steeper and Sam moved further up, seeking
drier ground. She paused for a moment and looked at the sky, trying to
gauge how much longer they would have the protection of the pre-dawn
murk. When she realized how far ahead the colonel had gone, she took
off in a jog in an effort to catch up. On her third stride, the
embankment gave way under her boots.
She fell straight down, arms windmilling, too surprised to utter a
sound. Having landed on her butt, Sam expected to sink to the bottom
of the fetid pool, but found herself only sitting in water up to her
waist. It was pitch black and the smell was threatening to make her
retch. The darkness kept her from seeing the source of a deafening
racket flooding the space she was in. It was a harsh, shrill sound,
like a thousand outraged parakeets shrieking.
Knowing she was going to need her hands free to get out, Sam slung her
weapon around her back. She put her hands down beside her in the water
in an attempt to rise, but the bottom was spongy and too slick. She
opened her mouth to shout to her teammates, but realized they'd never
hear her over the noise.
Now the ground felt like it was moving.
What the hell?
Frantically Sam dug her flashlight out of her utility vest, clicked it
on, and discovered the source of the noise: frogs. This planet's
version of them, anyway. They might have been the size of dinner
plates, coal black and with sharp yellow beaks, but they were
identifiable as frogs nonetheless.
There were hundreds of them, surrounding her in a shrieking frenzy.
Sam's heart nearly jumped out of her chest and her brain slammed to a
halt. Senseless with abject terror, she did the only thing she could
do. She started screaming.
*
An indistinct noise from behind made O'Neill spin around and drop to a
crouch. When he didn't find Sam immediately following, he rose and
took three cautious steps back, swinging the P-90 in a slow arc.
Seeing no sign of her, he raised a hand in attempt to catch Teal'c or
Daniel's attention. Intent on the trail ahead, they didn't notice.
Jack was reaching for a pebble to throw at them when shrill, panicked
screams exploded into the stillness.
Teal'c and Daniel whirled around, weapons sighted in an instant. They
saw only O'Neill, who was casting about frantically for the source of
the wailing. Daniel lowered his gun, realized they were missing a
teammate and made the connection.
"Oh my God, Sam!" he shouted, and began running toward Jack and the
horrible sound. "Something's got her!"
Teal'c fought the urge to do the same, but knew there was no way the
enemy Jaffa hadn't heard the tormented shrieking. He turned back
toward the trailhead, armed his staff weapon and waited.
The sound continued unabated. It seemed to emanate from the water or
close to it; the two men began running along the bank. Suddenly coming
upon the fresh hole, they were barely able to stop before tumbling in
themselves. They dropped to their bellies on the ground next to the
hole.
As the colonel scrambled for his flashlight, Daniel immediately stuck
his head over the edge. Despite the screaming, he was relieved to see
she had her flashlight out and it was moving around.
"SAM!" he roared. If she heard him, it had no effect. He took a breath
to try it again, but just then Jack leaned over the edge of the hole
with his flashlight and what they saw horrified them both.
"Oh my God!" Daniel breathed. Jack couldn't even speak.
The cave Sam had fallen into was only about ten feet wide. It was
about six feet from the hole to where she thrashed in the putrid
water, surrounded by countless slimy black amphibian creatures. As she
scrambled to stand, she tried in vain to push the frogs away from her
or club them with the flashlight.
Unfortunately they appeared to be as frightened as she was; all four
of their limbs were equipped with prehensile webbed claws they used to
lurch through the water and climb frantically over one another and
Sam. To them she was solid ground, and they tried to scale her
shoulders and grasped her hair to gain leverage. She would no sooner
dislodge one than another would grip her shirt or the webbing of her
vest.
All the while she was screaming like the lead actress in a horror movie.
"Carter!" Jack shouted, waving the flashlight at her head. She saw
nothing but her attackers. "CARTER!!" he bellowed, to no avail.
Jack widened the focus on the flashlight as far as it would go and
craned his neck all around "Are they biting her? Or stinging,
or…something?!?" He yelled at Daniel.
"I don't know!" he yelled back, frustrated and completely unnerved.
Suddenly, Daniel sat up and unzipped his vest. Flinging it to the
side, he grabbed the flashlight from Jack's hand. "Grab my legs!" he
shouted and threw his upper body into the hole.
"Sam!" Her voice was turning hoarse and losing a little steam. He
hoped it was because she was beginning to calm down and not because
she wasn't getting enough oxygen. "SAM! We're here!" he shouted, but
she was completely consumed by the war she was waging.
"Sam!" Her voice hitched a little mid-shriek. He tried again. "Sam!
Look up. Look at me." She grabbed a frog by the hind leg and dragged
it off her chest. Daniel waved the flashlight in her face and shouted
one more time, "MAJOR SAMANTHA CARTER!"
Mercifully, his voice broke through her terror and she stopped. She
was shaking violently and gasping for air but aimed the flashlight at
him as he dangled over her head. "Daniel!"
"We're here. We'll get you out. Can you stand up?"
"I'm trying…it's slippery." She gasped and slapped a frog as it
reached for her face. "I think I'm sitting on some," she said
apprehensively.
"Can you get up on your knees? If you can, I think I can pull you out."
She stopped and focused on his face, dangling above her. "Out. Get
out. Yes. Now."
Daniel held out a single finger in her direction. "One second."
Daniel hauled himself halfway out of the hole and told Jack he was
going to pull her out. Jack stood up, bent over Daniel and grabbed the
back of his vest. "Go," he said.
Back in the hole, Daniel said calmly to Sam, "Come on. Time to go."
She clipped the flashlight to the edge of her vest and grimaced as she
put her hands back into the slimy water and tried to get her legs
beneath her. She wobbled and slid and her hands jerked every time she
came in contact with one of the frogs. On her third try, she raised up
far enough to lock hands with the archaeologist and pull herself to
her feet. Daniel felt her fingernails dig into his skin, but he didn't
care.
"Jack! Now!" he yelled, and immediately felt a sharp yank. However, a
grown woman, soaking wet and carrying fifty pounds of equipment was a
heavy load and he was barely able to keep her on her unsteady feet.
"Wait," she said.
"Jack! Stop!" he shouted over his shoulder. "Give us a second."
Leaving one trembling hand gripping Daniel, she unclipped her P-90 and
passed it to him. He passed it over his shoulder to Jack, who tossed
the items aside. She did the same with her utility vest, removing it
one arm at a time. When it was gone, he moved to grab her free hand
and she hesitated.
"My pack," she said uncertainly. It was nearly submerged in the water
at her feet.
"Forget it."
His comment seemed to galvanize her. "They're not having it." Daniel
didn't know whether she meant the Jaffa or the frogs, but she seemed
determined so he waited for her.
She clearly did not want to let go of his hand to reach for the pack.
So instead, she balanced carefully on one foot, hooked a leg out and
brought the pack to her left hand with her right foot.
Even as freaked out as he was, Daniel had to admire her resilience and
ingenuity. She handed the sodden pack up to him and he passed it on to
Jack.
"Okay, now we have a go. We're really going this time, okay?" She
simply nodded shakily. "Try to push off if you can." She nodded once
more.
"GO!"
O'Neill pulled on Daniel with all of his strength. They got off to a
good start, with Sam holding on for dear life and Daniel trying to
lift her with his arms. Then, the embankment crumbled beneath Daniel
and they both tumbled back into the filthy hole.
"Son of a bitch! Daniel! Carter!" Jack shouted as he stepped up
to the new edge of a gaping sinkhole. He looked down to find Daniel
lying on the downward slope created by the collapse, half covered in
moist black soil. Sam was sitting in the water again, this time at the
bottom of the dirt pile. Daniel still had a grip on one of her hands,
but waved his free one at Jack.
"We're okay! Well, we will be." To Sam, he said, "Look! I built you a
ramp. It'll be easier now."
Sam nodded, then plucked a frog off his back and launched it up and
over the edge of the hole.
From across the trail, Jack heard Teal'c say urgently, "They are coming!"
"Shit." He squatted down next to Daniel and took Sam's other hand.
"Carter, can you walk? We need to get you out of there, now."
Her only response was to snatch her hands back and start scrambling up
the slope on all fours.
The frogs had also discovered the ramp, and began clambering up the
slope after her.
Jack reached down and gave Daniel a hand up, and he in turn reached
for Sam. They hurried back to the other side of the trail to the cover
of the trees.
*
There was no time to retrieve Sam's weapon as they dived for cover, so
Daniel and Jack had steered her behind the biggest tree in sight. Jack
told her firmly to sit down and stay still.
Both men were stunned when she did exactly as she was told, drawing
her knees up to her chest and wrapping her arms around them tightly.
The soft light of early dawn was both a boon and a hindrance for SG-1.
On one hand they had a clear view of the approaching handful of Jaffa,
but on the other hand they'd lost the cover darkness afforded.
Though no one recognized the tattoo they bore, it was clear these
Jaffa subscribed to the adage of 'shoot first and ask questions
later.' Their leader took the first shot before Teal'c finished
shouting "Kree!"
A staff weapon and two P-90s versus nine Jaffa weren't the best odds,
but they'd had worse. SG-1 had the upper hand in that they had
anticipated the skirmish; surprise had rattled the Jaffa and most of
their shots were sloppy and wasted.
When there were four left, Teal'c had a slightly singed arm, Daniel
was reloading and Jack was drawing a bead on one of the remainder when
gunfire erupted from the forest behind the mystery Jaffa.
Teal'c held his fire as two of the Jaffa fell where they stood. The
other two panicked and ran from their positions, where they were
easily targeted by Daniel and the colonel.
"Identify yourselves!" Teal'c shouted as the last of the smoke cleared.
"Colonel Bradley Grimes, USAF, lover of all things Tau'ri. Hey,
Teal'c! Glad to see you guys," the tall black-haired man smirked as he
stepped cautiously out of the woods and onto the trail. "I've got
Harper, Holley and Bitsy, too."
Grimes waved an arm and his team members appeared on the trail as
well. Lt. Caroline Bitsman had the only discernable injury among them
with a field bandage plastered to the side of her neck. Together
Grimes' team hurried over to where the male members of SG-1 stood
surveying the area.
The female member stood slightly apart, using the sleeve of her
t-shirt to try and scrub the grime off her face. All of her exposed
skin was scored by tiny scratches punctuated by red welts.
"There are two more, but I think they ran the other way." Grimed hiked
a thumb down the trail.
"Off to get reinforcements?" O'Neill asked.
"Nope. Scared shitless. I got loose about ten minutes before I got
your radio call, they didn't realize I was gone yet. Dumbasses didn't
realize what the radios were so they didn't take them away from us.
When the ruckus started, they left the two to watch us and took off
this way. The guards were already spooked by the noise, so we changed
channels and stuck the units together to make feedback squeal. They
peed themselves and bolted. We grabbed our stuff and came on."
He stopped and frowned. "What in the name of God was all that
screaming, anyway?"
O'Neill paused a moment before answering. "We had a little trouble
with the local wildlife," he said.
Dozens of the huge, ugly amphibians had made their way out of what was
presumably a nest of some sort. They didn't croak and they weren't
screeching, just wandering aimlessly on their spindly legs around the
embankment and into the forest. The only noise they made was by
clacking their beaks together. Jack gestured at them with the barrel
of his gun.
Sam took a few large steps away from the group, back toward the tree
line. Her team noticed.
Grimes and his team looked more than a little skeptical. "You had
trouble with those?" he asked.
"They make a most disagreeable noise when they are frightened," Teal'c
said calmly.
"And we stirred them up pretty badly," Daniel added.
Jack nodded his agreement and watched Sam look anywhere but the SGC
team members. "We should head out in a minute. You guys okay to move
fast?" he asked SG-14.
Grimes looked at his team one by one; they each nodded back. "We're
good to go."
"Alright, we leave in five. Daniel, see if you can find Carter's
gear." If Grimes and company wondered how Sam lost her stuff, they
didn't ask.
O'Neill approached Sam cautiously from the side and stood with his
hands on his hips. "Carter," he said quietly.
"Sir," she answered, scuffing a boot on the ground.
He took a step closer and spoke quietly. "How are you to travel? Are
you injured?"
"I can travel. I'm okay, sir."
He looked at her for a long moment. "If at any point in time you
become not okay, I expect to be notified. And in words,
not sounds. Understood?"
Finally, she looked him squarely in the eye. "Yes, sir, understood completely."
"We're taking off in a couple of minutes. I sent Daniel to get your gear."
"Thank you, sir. Uh, before we go, I'd like to wring out my socks and
pee, sir. And not necessarily in that order."
He had to grin impishly at that. "If I were you, Carter I'd have
probably already peed."
She ducked her head with a small, pale smile, then pointed a finger
further into the woods. "Going, sir." O'Neill watched her stalk away
for a moment then joined Teal'c and Grimes.
*
The reality of being in the military - especially in the Stargate
program - meant that privacy came second to security. When required,
Sam had endured having Daniel, Teal'c and the colonel in very close
proximity to her toilet functions and she had a certain level of
tolerance for it. But only under the most dire circumstances and only
with them. Having met her quota of humiliation for the day, she was
determined not to be witnessed by anyone, especially from SG-14. She
traveled a ways into the woods away from the others. When she finally
thought she'd gone far enough, she chose the largest tree she could
see.
She had just finished digging a small hole at the base of the tree
with the heel of her boot when she heard a staff weapon discharge.
Bolting upright, she heard the team leaders barking orders, then
return fire.
"Damn it," she hissed under her breath, "was it too much to ask to
just get out of this cesspool?"
She pressed herself to the tree and stole a look to the right. She
didn't see anything, so she turned and looked around the left side. At
first, she didn't hear any more fire, so she thought they might have
neutralized the attacker, but then she heard that distinctive
whump and saw a bolt of blue energy fly and one of the enemy
Jaffa duck back behind a fallen log approximately thirty yards away.
Trying to decide whether to try and get back or just wait it out where
she was, Sam almost missed a stealthy movement less than ten yards
from her position. It was the last hostile Jaffa, trying to outflank
the Earth forces while his partner drew their fire.
She inched around the tree to the right, then sneaked a peek to see if
she'd been spotted. The Jaffa wore his gray undershirt and a pair of
brown leggings. As the weak light of new dawn hadn't quite filtered
through the canopy, she would have missed him completely if she hadn't
seen him move.
Sam was in a quandary now; she was in the perfect position to take
them both out, if she'd had her weapon. Even with no one to witness it
her cheeks flushed with shame.
Shouting to the others would only draw enemy fire. Making a run for
the line of defense would have the same effect. Just standing there
doing nothing was unacceptable. It was her fault they were in this
mess; she was damn well going to do something to get them out.
Suddenly, she had a plan.
Dropping to a crouch, Sam scooped up two handfuls of moist, black soil
and rubbed it into her blonde hair. She peeked around the tree again
to check the Jaffa's position and was gratified to see he'd only moved
a couple of feet. She crouch-walked away from the tree on the side
opposite the creeping Jaffa and moved in a wide arc until she was
coming up on his six, three or four yards behind him. He was lying on
his belly, plotting his next move.
As Carter moved to close the gap between them, she heard the one with
the staff weapon exchange a few more rounds with the SG teams, and
suddenly he began to cry out in pain. Shortly, Sam heard a projectile
weapon fire a single shot and the Jaffa was silenced.
The creeper muttered angrily and rose to sit on his heels, craning his
neck trying unsuccessfully to get a glimpse of his comrade through the
undergrowth.
Unarmed, Sam's plan had been to engage him while he was completely
horizontal. That plan was busted, and she didn't have a new one.
Suddenly she heard O'Neill's voice ring through the woods. "Carter!"
She watched as the Jaffa stood and saw the body of his compatriot
lying across the fallen log, the staff weapon still activated but
lying in the dirt. He took off in a running crouch, aiming to get the
staff.
"Sam!" she heard Daniel call, sounding more than slightly panicked.
The Jaffa was mere feet from the staff; she dared not return their
call. Instead, she watched as he loped up to the log, grabbed the
weapon, then turned and headed straight back where he'd just come
from. As she'd moved up to the position he'd just vacated, he was
headed straight for her.
Instinctively, she dropped flat to the ground. It wasn't a moment too
soon; scant seconds later his feet brushed past her head, ruffling her
mud-caked hair and nearly giving her heart failure. She counted to ten
and raised her head cautiously. He was less than ten feet away,
creeping his way closer to her teams.
"MAJOR CARTER!" Colonel Grimes yelled. His was the closest voice yet -
far too close. The Jaffa ducked behind a small tree and took aim.
Sam was out of options. She cast about for a weapon of any kind - a
stick, a rock, anything. All she found was a huge black frog, toddling
toward her on its bird-like feet. Suddenly the frog stopped and
assessed her from the feet up. Woman and frog stared one another down
for a few seconds, then the creature did a surprisingly agile
about-face began clambering away.
Oh no you don't.
Suppressing a shudder, Sam reached down and snatched it up by the hind
legs. Stepping up behind the Jaffa, she wound up like a batter at the
plate and swung the frog at his head.
Sam smashed the ten-pound frog against the Jaffa's skull with all the
force she could muster. His head slammed into the tree with a solid
thud. It was enough to stun him, but not enough to knock him out. She
needed backup.
"COLONEL!" she howled. She didn't care which one she got.
"Ssssskkkkkrrrrrreeeeeeeeeeee!" the frog protested, struggling
in her grasp.
Staggered, the Jaffa turned to look at her, stunned in a whole new way
to see a filthy woman with a half-dazed frog dangling from her fists.
It was the last thing he saw; she swung the frog again and connected
with his face. This time he went down and stayed down.
*
O'Neill came barreling through the forest tangle with Daniel hot on
his heels. He skidded to a halt in front of the dead Jaffa, then
looked with complete disbelief at his second-in-command, surrounded by
SG-14.
Grimy almost beyond recognition, the major stood holding a canteen in
one hand and a dead frog in the other.
"Sir," she said, nodding in greeting. "Anybody have a bag I could put
this in?" she asked, waving the beast in his direction.
"I do," said Captain Harper, who fished a large specimen bag out of a
vest pocket.
Teal'c arrived just in time to hear Daniel quip to Jack, "Okay, I got
to shoot somebody, we've got our people back, and Sam's even got
herself a souvenir. Can we go home now?"
"Why, yes we can, Daniel," the Colonel replied with mock graciousness.
He looked around at the rest of them and said. "Seriously, hit the
road. Now."
They hit it.
*
The trip back to the gate clearing was much faster - and hotter - in
the light of day.
Jack, Daniel and Teal'c had surreptitiously kept a watchful eye on Sam
as they'd trekked back through the boggy wood. She hadn't been five
feet from a member of her team since the moment they'd departed the
noxious lake and its repulsive inhabitants. She knew it was far too
much to hope that they'd just let it slide; that she could make it all
go away by putting on a perky face and pretending it never happened.
So she wasn't surprised when upon reaching the edge of the clearing,
O'Neill asked Grimes' team to check the perimeter. Sam stood in the
shade, sharing a drink with Daniel and Teal'c. The moment the other
team was away, the colonel approached his major front and center. She
was busy inspecting her boots.
"Carter…" he said warningly. Reluctantly she raised her head and
looked him in the eye.
"Sir."
Jack looked out briefly at the open field. "I figure you have about
five minutes max to tell me what went on with you today, before we
gate home and you have a chat with the Doc."
"Sir, I'm sorry…" she started, but he cut her off.
"I know we're all tired and a little ragged, but you took the off ramp
to Looneyville out there…
"I believe the clinical term for it is 'altered'," Daniel interjected.
"…I need to know if this was a one-time thing or if you…if we,"
he gestured to include all of them, "have a problem we need to deal
with."
Sam was already shaking her head. "No problem, sir. One time only,
sir." Her eyes were huge and earnest, and she fostered a tiny, frail
hope that her assurance was all it would take - until Daniel opened
his mouth again.
"Seriously Sam, what the hell happened? You scared the living crap out
of us all. I didn't think you were capable of screaming, let
alone so…" he trailed off. "Just, bugnuts. Wow."
Traitor.
"Am I right?" he looked at Teal'c and motioned for input.
"You are correct, Daniel Jackson," He nodded at the archaeologist. To
Sam, he said, "If I possessed hair, it would still be standing at
end."
His delivery and the mental image made Daniel chuckle and the colonel
grin. Sam gave him a weak, watery smile.
Jack's levity was short-lived. "Carter?" he said quietly. "You got
about three minutes left."
She knew she owed them an explanation and if she didn't want the
episode to haunt her even more than it already would, it had to be
now. She stood up straight, took a deep breath and spoke.
"Tenth grade. Two years younger than everyone else in class. Biology
class, varsity football squad, cheerleaders."
Daniel and Jack winced, Teal'c nodded.
"Quarterback fails, cheerleaders get mocked by teacher, skinny new
girl gets the answers right every time."
She looked, making sure they were following her Cliffs Notes version
of the story
"Quarterback wants to impress cheerleader. After school, squad and
cheerleaders blindfold girl, drag girl to biology lab, throw her in
tank of dissection subjects. Bullfrogs."
The humiliation of her experience is evident in the deep flush of her
skin, from her scalp to the neckline of her t-shirt. She looked them
each in the eye, willing them to understand.
Jack's face crinkled in distress. Daniel reached out and took her
hand. Teal'c's eyes narrowed in anger.
Even at such a young age, Samantha Carter had been used to being in
control, and she never got over the loss of it that day. She never
forgot her shame at having been blind to their resentment or the
degradation of being unable to defend herself.
The memories were never far away: hitting and kicking blindly, being
lifted high and falling. The pain of her wrist striking something thin
and hard. The shock of her body hitting the water and sinking below
the surface.
"I nearly drowned before I got the pillowcase off," she continued
softly. "Things didn't get much better when I did - the frogs went
nuts and so did I. The janitor heard me screaming and came running. I
was covered in frog crap…" she waved a hand down her front, "and never
lived down being hosed off in the mop sink before someone could drive
me home."
Their radios crackled to life. "Colonel O'Neill, we've got wide-open
spaces. What say we blow this mudball?"
The colonel in question kept his eyes locked on Carter's as he relayed
his answer. "We say hell yes. Dial it up, we'll meet you
there."
To the team he said, "So, no problem except Kermit's ugly cousins. All
I wanted to know. Last one through the gate buys Carter a beer. Or
ten." He turned and headed for the gate. His team followed.
At the bottom step of the gate platform, Daniel laid a hand on Sam's
arm as she started up. "I have a question."
"Okay."
"What happened to the quarterback and the cheerleaders?"
She gave him a full-blown Sam Carter smile. He grinned back because it
was impossible not to. "Detention, parent conference, the usual," she
said breezily, ascending the last three steps. "By odd coincidence,
though, a few days later the quarterback's Mustang blew up. In his
driveway."
She paused before the event horizon. "They never did figure out what
happened," she added, and stepped into the gate.
Daniel laughed out loud and followed her home.
*