Title: Five times Sam said "Not this again" while on Atlantis

Rating: G

Spoilers: basics for s9

Summary: written for lj: sg1_five_things

Author's Note: sg1_five_things

Date: 27/09/09

Disclaimer: All publicly recognizable characters, settings, etc. are the property of their respective owners. The original characters and plot are the property of the author. The author is in no way associated with the owners, creators, or producers of any media franchise. No copyright infringement is intended.

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Chapter 1

Sam was far more alert in her office than she had ever been in her lab at the SGC. She didn't know whether it was the knowledge that she was in command, the fact that Elizabeth Weir's old office never felt like her home, or simply that paperwork didn't draw her in as deeply as the prospect of pure science; whatever the reason, she was well attuned to her surroundings in the small glass office. However this was not why she had sighed and pushed away her work in frustration. Even if she had a living Ancient right in front of her, willing to pass on all the knowledge of the ages, she would not have been able to ignore the storm coming her way.

Sheppard and McKay's raised voices got louder and louder as they approached her office, arguing (undoubtedly) about something she would have little interest in but would have to settle anyways. Propelling her seat out from under her desk, she rolled her eyes, muttering "Not this again," under her breath as she went to stand in her doorway, hoping to allay any thoughts they might have had about making themselves comfortable.

The pair bickered back and forth endlessly, and once again Sam was finding herself smack in the middle, each extraordinarily stubborn man latching on to either her military or scientific half and demanding she declare them right. She had served this function for years, too many years, until the point where Jack and Daniel had learnt to solve their differences without her, and now it looked like it was about to start up all over again.

But, she suddenly realised, with one notable exception.

With the two men finally stopped outside her door, she raised a hand as McKay opened his mouth to state his case. "Work it out yourselves, gentlemen," she said firmly, and slid the doors to her office shut.

Ignoring the two men making goldfish impressions through her glass walls, she sat back down at her desk and got back to work. It sure was nice being The Man.