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Summary: One-shot. Just another SG-1 adventure. Pre 2004-05 season.
Teal'c and Colonel O'Neill stood just outside the hatch of the confiscated gou'auld transport ship, weapons at ready. Inside, Dr. Jackson sat at the controls, trying to decipher a map that they had…relieved a Jaffa of. Major Carter had holed herself away in the engine room, trying to get the ship running.
Teal'c's head suddenly jerked right and he brought his staff weapon up.
"Sensin' somethin' T?"
"Indeed O'Neill. Just over that hill."
"Any idea how many?"
The ex-Jaffa's eyes slitted as he concentrated on sensing how many symbiotes were out there. "I cannot tell O'Neill. There are too many to count."
"Damn." He stuck his head in the hatch and almost ran into Daniel.
"Jack, I've got it! I don't know why I didn't see it before. It's a mix of ancient Sumarian cuneiform and very early Arabian; which means…"
"…So, then you have to read it…"
"He is much too excited to hear you."
Daniel glared at him. "Don't call me that Jack."
"Got your attention, didn't it? So, you can read it, right?"
"Why didn't you just say that?"
"Well, you didn't ask."
"DanielJackson is correct."
"Ugh…I'm gonna go check on Carter. You kids think you can play nice with the Jaffa?"
Daniel looked questioningly at Teal'c, who filled him in as Jack skulked on to the ship.
"Hmm?" Her reply was muffled since she was under a control panel next to the energy crystals. Her next statement was quite clear though.
"Damnit! Grr…Take that!"
The distinct sound of a fist slamming down on metal issued forth and the whole ship came on-line, its electromagnetic field lifting it slightly off the ground. Sam flipped on to her stomach and wriggled out backwards. Jack caught himself staring at her nicely rounded rear and then became decidedly interested in his gun. When he returned his attention to her he found she had successfully wriggled her way out and presently had her fingers jammed in her mouth.
"You okay, Carter?"
"Purned ma finga's, Shir."
"We ready to go?"
She nodded wordlessly since her throbbing fingertips were in her mouth.
"Sweet! Danny, T…let's get outta here!"
Teal'c took the pilot seat and the ship shot forward.
"Great timing, Jack. The gou'auld were just coming over the hill."
"They spot us?"
"I do not believe so, O'Neill."
Jack looked out at the quickly passing landscape, his eyes searching for enemy ships. "How long?"
Daniel looked down at the map and did a few calculations. "Half an hour. Twenty minutes if we don't hit any interference."
Jack dropped to the floor next to Sam. "Finally, a break. I'm gettin' too old for this."
"You're only as old as you feel, sir."
"You don't want to know how old I feel then."
Sam giggled softly.
"What did I say about giggling, Carter?"
"Let me see your hand."
He dug in his pack and pulled out an emergency first-aid kit. "Need to patch up that burn."
He gently spread some burn salve over her fingers, which were now a shiny red from the electrical burn and saw her wince. He decided to try and draw her mind away from the pain.
"So, ah…how'd you get it to work, Major?"
"The ship. How'd you get it up and running?"
"In English. None of that technobabble."
Umm…"She thought for a second. "Paper clips are highly conductive, sir."
She looked down at her newly bandaged hand (which Jack was still holding, but she wasn't going to say anything).
"Paperclips, huh? You know; that's what I like about you, Carter. You can MacGyver your way out of anything."