karathephantom: BirthdaysThey'd celebrated birthdays on Hanka, but Cassie didn't know how to translate her birth date to Earth's calendar. Sam suggested she choose one instead.
"Can I have the same birthday as you?" Cassie asked after a moment.
Sam opened her mouth to suggest, Don't you want your own special day? She stopped when she saw Cassie's eyes.
"Of course," she said warmly, and hugged Cassie. "It will be our day together."
They couldn't always commemorate it on schedule -- Sam was off-world sometimes, or busy saving it -- but no matter how belated, Sam and Cassie always shared a birthday celebration.
For : Sam discovers that Teal'c has a kitten
"She's adorable!" Sam cooed. "What's her name?"
"Kal'ma," Teal'c said proudly. "It means 'little one'."
Sam watched the large finger delicately stroke Kal'ma's head, eliciting a purr of contentment. Her smile widened as she contemplated the sight of Teal'c caring for the little creature with that gentle touch of his. Most people at the SGC only saw the powerful warrior; Sam considered herself fortunate to be among the chosen few who also knew Teal'c the person.
"I've got lots of Shroedinger's toys left," Sam offered. "I'll bring them tomorrow." She couldn't wait to see Teal'c playing with a squeaky ball.
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beatrice_otter: Things are only impossible until they are notAnalytical thinking is an absolute requirement in the hard sciences, but the greater universe beyond the Stargate confounds Sam's perceptions of possible and impossible. When she first travels to Abydos and Daniel Jackson questions her certainties, Sam slowly realizes, with incredulous joy, that impossible will no longer be practical. The word seems to have little or no meaning at the SGC.
The habit of years of scientific method still trips her up on occasion. But for the most part, Sam doesn't worry about impossible anymore. Instead, Sam begins with what she wants to achieve, and turns it into the possible.
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sulien77: Speeding ticketsSam swore under her breath as the wail of sirens reached her over the rush of wind. Reluctantly, she braked.
The police officer left her car and approached Sam. "Why, Major Carter!" she exclaimed with false cheer. "We meet again."
"Officer Phillips, right?" Trying to smile, Sam pulled out her military ID. "Look, I've got to get to NORAD -- it's an emergency. National security."
"Ooh, nice one. I'm surprised you didn't try that last time."
"It was my day off then!"
"Yeah, right," Phillips snorted.
Sam sighed. Hammond was starting to get annoyed at the sheer number of speeding tickets...
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izhilzha: "Science is nothing but perception."More than anything else, Sam wants to see.
She wants to peer into the marvels of the universe and comprehend its mechanism, to gaze upon the amazing phenomena they've found through the Stargate and truly understand. Sam's not blind to aesthetic beauty -- she's caught her breath at the glory of multiple suns setting in a purple sky, stared transfixed at mountains taller than Everest -- but the workings of energy and spacetime seem infinitely more wondrous than the dance of light and energy across the visible spectrum.
If science is nothing but perception, as Plato said, Sam wants to perceive everything.
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zats_clear: Last Daniel's head had dropped to the table long ago. His peaceful snores underscored Jack's bleary glare.
"Go on, Carter," he slurred. "Showya hooz boss."
"You're on. Sir," Sam returned.
"Bottoms up!" Jack shouted, and knocked his drink back. Sam's head tilted up as she swallowed.
They glanced at their referee. Teal'c gave a grave nod.
"Gimme another," Jack challenged, then blinked twice and tipped sideways. His collapse was slow enough for a deadpan Teal'c to catch him before he crashed.
Sam took deep breaths before lifting her final glass of tequila. "Cheers, Teal'c," she managed, and drank, the clear winner.
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curuchamion: Hacker!SamSam carefully locked the door of her lab, then joined Daniel at her computer. He sat quietly, coffee cup warming his hands.
Opening a special program, Sam ran their monthly hack of the Appropriation Committee's report. They'd designed new encryption codes, but Sam broke them easily.
"How bad is it this time?" Daniel asked softly.
"Kinsey wants us fired again." She pointed to one item on the screen. "But proving this wrong will help, I think."
Daniel read over her shoulder. "Yes, we can counter that. Good thing you caught it."
"Just routine," Sam shrugged, and shut the program down.
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thothmes: Beauty is truth, truth beautySam sees beauty in getting things right: accurate equations, working machinery, efficient solutions. There's an elegance there that transcends color or texture or sound -- it's the feeling engendered by rightness. By truth.
Sam hates being wrong -- it's an ugly scar on the beauty of perfection. But she'd rather be corrected and learn the truth than remain blissfully ignorant.
What's right on Earth isn't always right off-world, but there's a beauty even to that, Sam feels. She'll find the truth -- in physics, in space, in the ebb and flow of time itself. All she has to do is keep looking.
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zinke: Sam, Teal'c, lucky bamboo"I do not understand why this bamboo is lucky."
Sam chuckled. "It's a nickname -- it's practically indestructible and often used in feng shui."
Teal'c's eyebrow arched. "Indeed? Are you familiar with that art, Colonel Carter?"
"Not me," Sam said dismissively. "I like harmony and balance well enough, but I'm fine with Air Force drab." She waved a hand at the SGC's bland walls.
Teal'c nodded, then regarded the plant again. "And you believe this will live when the fern did not?"
"Just until you have your own place again," Sam said quietly. "It thrives in artificial light." As must you.
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lolmac: Sam hates Windows VistaHissing through her teeth, Sam typed wildly at the keyboard. "This system," she announced grimly, "is absolute garbage!"
"C'mon, Carter," Jack teased. "Tell us how you really feel."
"Why are they forcing us to use Windows Vista for the SGC network?" Sam grumped. "Good thing the Gate computers are completely independent. Imagine if we got the Blue Screen of Death when we wanted to close the iris!"
Jack shrugged. "Talk to Bill Gates, Carter. Or go and build a better one yourself."
Too late, he saw the sudden gleam in Sam's eyes. Oops.
The funny thing was, she probably could.
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11am_street: Leaving SG-1For the first time in eight years, Sam was at loose ends.
Such triumphs! The Replicators gone, the Goa'uld defeated, the Jaffa freed. But any celebration was leavened with the sadness of inevitable change: General O'Neill transferring to Washington, Daniel preparing his trip to Atlantis, and Teal'c already gone to help lead his people. The SGC felt empty.
If only their original mandate still held -- pursuit of technology and knowledge, the joy of pure exploration. But even after victory, the IOA and the Pentagon seemed to care only for the bottom line.
Sam sighed. Area 51 looked better all the time.
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campylobacter: The USS George HammondSam was happiest as Colonel O'Neill's 2IC, focusing on military and scientific priorities without undue strain. Being promoted to leader of SG-1 meant shunting aside her own skillset to deal with command. She'd performed admirably, but when they offered SG-1 again after Area 51, she readily deferred to Mitchell.
Then there was the year in Atlantis, the joy of in-depth study of Ancient tech contrasting with the stress of leadership. And finally, the Hammond: the demands of command, with little or no pleasure in exploration.
But Sam was a soldier, following orders. She'd do her job, and do it well.