Genres: Team, Humour
Pairing: Sam/Daniel friendship
Word count: 636
-oOo-Sam forced out her most pleasant laugh as the children playing nearby gestured welcomingly to her approaching teammates. Daniel and Teal’c paused at her side, finally ready to return to Earth.
“Are we sure they’re not messing with us?” she muttered to Daniel.
“It’s just a cultural difference, Sam.” He returned the children’s gesture as he headed off to speak with the Chieftain of the village.
“The treaty we have obtained promises great mutual benefit,” said Teal’c.
“Yeah, I know. It’s just...awkward.”
“We have met far stranger races in our travels, Colonel Carter.”
“I guess I just need some time to get used to it.” Sam and Teal’c followed Daniel to bid farewell to the friendly people of PF1-N6R.
The Chieftain smiled broadly at them. “We look forward to meeting your leader in the coming months as we embark on the journey promised by our new treaty and cultural exchange.”
“I’m sure he looks forward to meeting you as well.” Sam ignored the voice inside her head that was rattling off a list of ways the Chieftain’s first meeting with General O’Neill could—make that would—go wrong.
“I bid you well on your travels and hope that upon your return home you will greet your leader on my behalf, as is our custom.”
Okay, that was never going to–
“I give you my word,” Daniel said.
Sam scowled at his cheerful grin but again made an effort to smile at the Chieftain. “Thank you for your generous hospitality. We hope to see you again soon.”
Daniel and Teal’c returned the Chieftain’s all-purpose greeting. Sam followed suit, though admittedly only after Daniel elbowed her in the ribs. And with that, the three members of SG-1 started on the short distance back to the stargate.
“You can wipe that smile off your face right now, Daniel. It’s not going to happen.”
“I gave my word, Sam.”
She snorted. “I mean it.”
Daniel glanced at her over his shoulder as he dialled the gate. “You really want to potentially endanger our brand new treaty by failing to accommodate such a simple request?”
“I believe Daniel Jackson to be correct, Colonel Carter.”
Sam gaped at Teal’c as the wormhole surged to life. “I can’t believe you’re on his side.” She entered her IDC and narrowed her eyes at him. “Wait. Yes I can. Does the word court-martial mean anything to either of you?”
Daniel shook his head. “Not really.”
“It is my understanding that it does not apply to my situation.”
“It’s not like it’s General Hammond,” said Daniel. “This is Jack we’re talking about.”
Sam sighed. “What I need is a team that follows orders,” she muttered as they walked up the steps to the active wormhole.
“Hey, I follow orders,” said Daniel.
She gave him a look.
“Usually.” He smiled again, giving her shoulder a nudge with his. “When it’s something I was going to do anyway.”
“Thanks, Daniel. That makes me feel so much better.”
They stepped through the wormhole and onto the ramp at the SGC. General O’Neill was looking down from the control room window. “Give me good news,” he said into the microphone.
“We got the treaty, sir.”
Daniel and Teal’c began down the ramp, leaving Sam to wonder how she could knock them both out at the same time to avoid what was coming.
“And their Chieftain wanted us to deliver his greeting to the great man who is the power behind Stargate Command,” said Daniel.
Flashbangs. That was what she had to add to her standard off-world kit. A couple of nice M84 stun grenades.
The General straightened a bit, grinning. “Did he?”
Sam buried her face in her palm as Daniel and Teal’c both raised their hands, middle fingers thrusting high in the air.
She was so fired.