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Writer's Block: Anti-bullying month

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I don't feel like I have a bully in my life at the moment, although I have had a number of them earlier in my life. One of the most memorable one was a girl named Tammy that I met when I was in 7th grade. I was transfered out of the main study hall to a math classroom unused during that hour because I only had that study hall every other day. It was nowhere near full, and I ended up picking a desk in the front of the row Tammy sat in. Now, I was one of those kids that carried all my books to study hall and tried to do all my homework there. So, one day, I come in and set my stack of books on my desk, then go back over to the door (across the room) to sharpen my pencil. Next thing I know, my books are on the floor. I turn around and see Tammy smirking; I figured out she had put her feet on the metal basket under the seat in front of her and shoved it forward, causing a chain reaction that jarred my desk and toppled my books.

She continued to do those kinds of things for the rest of the semester, as well as snide and insulting comments both in and out of the classroom. It finally came to a head the next year. After classes, I met a couple of friends by one of their lockers, and we were joking around with each other. Tammy happened to be standing with a group of friends nearby, but I was doing my best to ignore her. I ended up aiming a good zinger at my friend that Tammy obviously overheard, to which she responded by saying, "You shouldn't say things like that", in a nasty tone.

I'd had it. I turned a cold expression in her direction and said, "Shut up, Tammy."

She was furious that I'd had the audacity to talk back to her, and stomped over and slapped me hard across the face. This had the opposite effect on me than she was intending, I'm sure: I got seeing-red angry. I remember feeling my friends grabbing my arms as my face got hot, and I started screaming obcenities at her. She replied by offering to take it outside. Somewhere inside, my intelligence asserted itself (I'm not a physically... forceful person - I would have gotten *crushed*), and I merely shot back that I wouldn't want to have to clean up the stain of her brain matter from the sidewalk. I let my friends lead me away, and we went home. I didn't have any other problems from her, oddly enough.

It wasn't the first time I'd stood up to a bully, but it was the first time I'd been so forceful about it. And it WORKED. You have no idea just how much that helped lay the foundation for me to start growing a real backbone as I got older.
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Writer's Block: Once upon a time…

What is the first line of your favorite book?

Ironically enough, it's "It was a dark and stormy night."

No lie.

My favorite book (well, one of them at any rate...) is A Wrinkle in Time by Madeline L'Engle. I'm still waiting for a decent film version. The sequels - A Wind in the Door, A Swiftly Tilting Planet, Many Waters, and An Acceptable Time - are all great, too.

Aw, heck, I can't do just one. I have too many favorites for that...

"Mrs. Rachel Lynde lived just where the Avonlea main road dipped down into a little hollow, fringed with alders and ladies' eardrops and traversed by a brook that had its source away back in the woods of the old Cuthbert place; it was reputed to be an intricate, headlong brook in its earlier course through those woods, with dark secrets of pool and cascade; but by the time it reached Lynde's Hollow it was a quiet, well-conducted little stream, for not even a brook could run past Mrs. Rachel Lynde's door without due regard for decency and decorum; it probably was conscious that Mrs. Rachel was sitting at her window, keeping a sharp eye on everything that passed, from brooks and children up, and that if she noticed anything odd or out of place she would never rest until she had ferreted out the whys and wherefores thereof."

That's from Anne of Green Gables. Who knew that L.M. Montgomery was such a master of run-on sentences? I never realized there were so many semicolons in the first paragraph...
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The day after a... bad day


You know, at first I thought yesterday was going all right. I woke up late and well-rested just as the Brewers game started. I settled in to watch just in time to see the Red Sox get six runs in the first inning against one of our best pitchers. Things in the game pretty much went downhill from there.

Minor irritant, sure, but the day wasn't over yet.

There was a threat of rain. The moisture in the air had my hair extremely frizzy and totally made trying to style it a useless endeavor - so I didn't do anything more than run a brush through it. Good enough. Didn't last very long, but re-doable.

Yesterday was Father's Day, so I went out to my grandparents' place in the country. I showed up just as dinner was about ready. When I went back for my second plate (there was a lot of food...) I dropped some of my watermelon and the edge of my shirt ended up in the veggie dip. As I was coming out of the house with a soda, I turned my ankle. Not bad enough to have me really limping, but there were a bunch of good, painful twinges when I'd put my weight on it wrong or even just turned it funny as I sat around talking. And then, when it was time to leave, my car wouldn't turn over. It wanted to, and there was enough gas, but it just wouldn't start. Fortunately my sister was still there, so she called her boyfriend who is a mechanic. There's something wrong with my ignition. And since the solution that would at least get me home would take an hour and the sun was about to set (not to mention the threatening storm overhead), we decided to do it today, my grandparents saying it was okay to leave the car there.

And my ankle hurt.

It didn't help that most of my aunts and my grandmother pointed out that my driver's side rear lights are out (I've known about that for quite a while) and that I really need to get that fixed because the police can pull me over for that and give me a ticket. Um, okay. Thanks for letting me know (they couldn't know that I was already aware). No thanks for getting on my case. You can't tell me you don't remember that I am currently jobless. Thus, I have no money for such nonessential expenses. Heck, I don't have money for essential expenses. So, unless you're offering to pay for it, giving me a hard time isn't going to make it happen any faster, and I would appreciate not having any more guilt piled on my plate than I put there myself.

*deep breath and release*

I did win the first game of Spite and Malice my mom, sister, and I played after we got back. That was a plus. And I got some more writing done on my Stargate SG-1 story Just a Small Experiment. Another plus, especially since that means this epic multichapter fic is that much closer to finished (I just have to get through my version of Orpheus and my added extra climactic adventure that brings along the wrap-up).

I just needed to rant, and now I have. I think I feel better.

Now if I could just get a job...

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[fic] A Cold Dish, 1/1, Gen, PG

Title: A Cold Dish
Author: Cynthia J. Klawitter
Category: Gen; Fluff
Rating: PG
Spoilers: Slight one for Off the Grid
Season: 10-ish
Warnings: Slight language, a couple racy descriptions, but nothing serious
Summary: Just some inner thoughts as a certain someone gets ready for a fancy team dinner.
A/N: My first comment fic! I’m so proud! The theme for the day was “dictionary definitions”, and the prompt was “To dress or arrange oneself for show; to primp”. This was fun!
Status: Complete (as of 5/25/2011)

She turned her body side to side as she gazed at herself in the full-length mirror, the flowing knee-length skirt twirling slightly. She paused for a moment, then stretched her arms out to either side, narrowing her eyes to critique the snug sky-blue shirt with its three-quarter length sleeves and plunging scoop neckline. It went well with the chocolate brown skirt, but the amount of cleavage it revealed was a bit daring for that night’s activities.

Maybe next time…

She sighed and peeled the outfit off altogether, deciding she needed to go in another direction. The two pieces landed on top of quite a mound that nearly obscured the comforter that normally covered the bed. She bit her lower lip before going back to the closet. Did she even have anything worthy left? She had to.

Oh, that was interesting. She smirked and pulled out the navy blue evening gown. The dress wasn’t something she pulled out often - she couldn’t remember the last she had, actually - but she loved it. Made of a smooth, shimmery silk, it flowed with her curves without clinging to them. It had thin spaghetti straps that went over the shoulders and came around to connect with the fabric on either side in line with her diaphragm, holding up the gathered folds of the front neckline to rest at a low but respectable position at the top of her breasts and allowing the low-cut back to gather just above the swell of her buttocks.

Yes, this would do quite nicely.

As she changed into the special bra she’d bought just for this gown and the dress itself, she watched the personal transformation happen in the mirror. Suddenly she went from utilitarian, plain, and just one of the boys to a stunning, sensual, beautiful woman. She smiled at her reflection and slowly pushed her shoulders back as she brought her chin up. Definitely quite a woman. Now she just had to pick out the right accessories and take this look over the top.

A delicate sliver chain with a rich sapphire teardrop that rested in the hollow of her throat. Matching sapphire teardrop earrings. A dainty silver bracelet. Navy blue, thin-strapped sandals with two-inch heels. Soft and subtle makeup that highlighted her bright blue eyes and full lips. A quick ruffle of her hair to make it look purposefully and seductively windblown.

Ladies and gentlemen, over the top achieved.

She gave her reflection a saucy wink, then turned her back to do it again, once over each shoulder. Facing front once more, she squinted and leaned in, lightly brushing an errant eyelash off her cheek without disturbing the perfect coloring she’d placed there. She was finally and truly satisfied once she ran her hands over her dress to smooth out a few random wrinkles and remove a little bit of stray dust from sitting in her closet so long.

She thought about what her male teammates’ responses would be when she met them at the upscale restaurant they’d agreed to have their team dinner at that evening. Teal’c’s eyebrows would most likely rise, not being accustomed to seeing her dressed this way, and the dark-skinned Jaffa would compliment her. He was the epitome of politeness that way. Daniel… well, Daniel would most likely blink in surprise for a moment, then smile brightly and tell her she looked gorgeous - or the equivalent. Being a linguist gave him a much wider vocabulary than any other man she’d ever known, much less a man she’d actually been with. His words would be sincere, and she knew they’d warm her heart.

But it was Cameron’s reaction she was most looking forward to. She had a feeling his jaw would drop, and he’d stammer his agreement with Daniel and Teal’c, then shoot looks at her out of the corner of his eye for the entire meal… unless she called him on it. But she didn’t think she would.

No, she thought as she left her room, slipping on her dress jacket, she’d let him gape and make a bit of a fool of himself. She’d even enjoy it. She had a long memory; it would serve him right.

Mary Poppins, her ass.
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Writer's Block: Dynamite with a laser beam

What's your favorite line from a song, and why?

"We are all just prisoners here, of our own device" from Hotel California by the Eagles. That line intrigues me, and has inspired me to create a number of stories (and one role-playing adventure). I still try to use it with my latest fandom, although I haven't quite come up with the right plot yet...
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A good day so far...

Well, I got back from an hour and a half lunch with my good friend Jim a little while ago, and it was good. Just talking about random things (and talking out story ideas - always fun! Need to do that more often...) and having a good time was good for me. Gotta keep doing the social thing, methinks.

I also posted a little thing on Facebook for those friends who worry but couldn't be bothered to actually get a hold of me, explaining in general terms that I've been dealing with personal issues and haven't felt like going out much. Said it wasn't anything personal, and that if people wanted to get together and do something, to just get a hold of me and I'd most likely be up for it. While the previously mentioned friend Jim suggested I'd actually been abducted by aliens (making me laugh and tell him he couldn't let Thor know he'd figured it out - I'm such a Stargate SG-1 geek) in a comment, one person actually sent me a message and asked me if I was all right.

My ex-fiance.

Yep, you read that right. Brian, my ex-fiance, actually reached out and got a hold of me after reading my status and asked if I was all right. Now, we've been getting along all right since I offered the olive branch of friending him on Facebook (which is another story all together - you wouldn't believe the exchange we shared after he got the request), but this whole reaching out thing still shocked me. I guess enough time has finally gone by that he could start to pull his head out of his butt in regards to me.


Another plus going on for me is that my muse is all kinds of active. She's working hard on finishing my SG-1 fic Just a Small Experiment (still have a way to go on that, but I can see the finish line!) as well as a new fic based on an episode of the old British cartoon Danger Mouse. And then there's that slave-Daniel fic my muse would love to get back to... And oddly enough, she wouldn't mind working on that sequel to my Sailor Moon epic Invalid Response... Ah, who am I kidding? My muse is so active at the moment, I'm afraid my head may explode! But I'd rather that than have her sulking in a corner. Writer's Block sucks.

Okay, well, speaking of writing, I think I'm going to get back to that. I like the idea of becoming a little more prolific, maybe get another chapter posted... and maybe even back to my SG-1 fic A Road Not Taken...

Later! (and if my muse weren't so lost in plots and thought, she'd say goodbye, too...)
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[fic] Rainy Nights and Broken Hearts, 1/1, Het

I finally finished this fic a couple of days ago, and thought I would post it here on the off chance someone would find it. And I do mean finally; it's been a looooong time since I started it, and you do not want to know how long it sat a few paragraphs from done.

But, now it is, and now I'm sharing. Enjoy!

Title: Rainy Nights and Broken Hearts
Author: Cynthia J. Klawitter
Category: Sam/Daniel Ship; Drama, H/C, Angst, and just a little bit of Romance
Rating: PG-13
Spoilers: The Curse
Season: 4
Warning: Sexual situations
Summary: SG-1 is taking a short vacation in Santa Fe after the events of The Curse when Daniel runs into a woman from his past with a surprising secret.
AN: I've been wanting to write a story inspired by the song "All I Wanna Do Is Make Love To You" by Heart for a very long time, even before I was writing for the Stargate SG-1 fandom. I finally made it happen - you have no idea how relieved my muse is now that I've checked this one off my list...

Here's the link (since it's too big to put in a post):
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I really should be in bed sleeping...

... but I'm not. Go figure. It's the night owl in me, I swear.

Anyway, I felt like updating my LJ. Can't explain it, don't want to examine it too closely. Just going to do it. No one but me is reading this thing anyway...

I've been dealing with internal issues lately; being unemployed with bills to pay and dreams to save up for will do that to a person. I'm doing all right, though. Just need a job (or to win the lottery - I'll take either solution. Preferably both.) and I'll be good. One of the casualties of my attitude is that I haven't gone to karaoke in quite a while, and that's where I almost exclusively meet up with my friends. I've heard they miss me.

Yeah, that's right. I *heard* they miss me. Only a handful of them have tried to get a hold of me, although almost all of them have contact information. You cannot tell me that there is nothing else we could do together besides karaoke. Heck, how about just talking on the phone? Nope, doesn't happen. Then, when I happen to run into someone out in the real world, they act all shocked and almost offended that I haven't been out.

Excuse me? *You're* all up in arms because *I* haven't made it easy for you to hang out with me? If it's that big a deal for you, make an effort! And maybe, just maybe, I have a valid reason for not feeling like going out to karaoke.

*deep breath*


Okay, I think I'm better now.

Anyway, I think I'm going to watch the end of the Mythbusters episode I have playing and go to bed. On the off chance someone other than me is reading this, have a good day...
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It's good to be a fan from Wisconsin this weekend...

Oh, so good...

First, the Wisconsin Badgers pull out a nailbiter against Iowa, winning 31 to 30 by keeping the Iowa receiver inbounds after they foolishly used their last timeout with 12 seconds left in the game. Don't get me wrong; the Badgers played well enough to win, with only one big mistake in Scott Tolzien's interception. I want to give a lot of credit to Iowa for being one hell of a worthy opponent. We had to work for this one. But someone needs to look at that time-management issue, or at least a communication issue, considering the quarterback just about had everyone ready to come to the line so he could spike the ball to stop the clock and leave that last timeout available...

And then Sunday Night Football rolled around. The Green Bay Packers versus the Minnesota Vikings. Brett Favre was coming back to Lambeau Field for what could be the final time in a long and storied career. A master at the last minute comeback. And he couldn't get it done. Mind you, two penalties for a total of 20 yards that takes you back from the 15 yard line to the 35 when you only have a little over a minute left - Brett Favre or not - is a shot in the foot big time. And I'd be saying that if that had happened to my Packers. Heck, I have.

(Did you see the Packers/Bears game? Those *18* penalties weren't just shots in the foot, they were shots to the head.)

Percy Harvin couldn't bring the winning touchdown pass down inbounds. Two incomplete passes. Turn it over on downs with 20 seconds left, and Aaron Rodgers gets to take one more snap in the victory formation. Packers 28, Vikings 24.

And Packer Nation goes wild.

Man, we needed this one. Breaks a three game losing streak, lets us get back to a tie for first place in the NFC North since the Bears lost to Washington earlier today, and gets the Brett Favre monkey off our backs, especially Aaron Rodgers. Now we play the New York Jets next week, and they are one hell of a tough opponent. Here's hoping we found something in this win to keep the good things coming.

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[fic] Ask Me No Questions... 1/1 Gen

Okay, I recently read a fic by sg_fignewton titled At Least It's Not Poisonous, which is a totally hilarious team fic. It's a short story, so to try to say much more might ruin the surprise... just go read it for yourself!

Having read this fic, I was inspired to post a short story of my own with the same sense of team goodness and fun. Here it is.

Title: Ask Me No Questions...
Author: Cynthia J. Klawitter
Category: Gen; Humor, Fluff
Rating: G
Spoilers: Minor ones for Ark of Truth, I guess. Other than that, none.
Season: post 10
Warning: None
Summary: Just a bit of playfulness at the start of SG-1's first mission through the stargate after the events of the DVD movie Ark of Truth. Too bad Vala's not in on it...
AN: I've been watching too much Whose Line Is It Anyway? No, really. And, me being me, I had to find a way to mix it with my beloved SG-1 characters. Here's the result.

Ask Me No Questions...

P8C-369 looked like a peaceful enough planet when SG-1 walked through the stargate. Vala Mal Doran would have used the word “boring”. But this was the first normal exploration mission the five-man team had been on since the defeat of the Ori and the end of the interminable debriefings the IOA insisted on, and all of them were relieved to be back out in the galaxy. Of course, General Landry’s way of putting it was that they were slap-happy about the prospect of getting away from Woolsey and the committee pulling his strings, but Vala wasn’t quite so sure about that. No one seemed happy about slapping anyone. It must have been an Earth expression she’d have to ask Daniel about later.

Speaking of Doctor Daniel Jackson, he was finishing up an examination of the DHD while the two lieutenant colonels, Cameron Mitchell and Samantha Carter, secured the perimeter with the Jaffa Teal’c. The two Tau’ri were chuckling about something they’d watched the night before. Vala didn’t know what that was, unfortunately; she’d turned down the invitation to join the others for a team night to try her chances with a new scientist in Sam’s department. They’d had a nice enough dinner together in her room, but the chemistry hadn’t taken it further than that. The black-haired woman sighed. She’d have been better off with the team. At least then she would have had the entertainment of flirting with Daniel and Cameron and watching their reactions.

The female rogue jogged ahead of Daniel while he prepared his digital video recorder and started off to join the rest of the team. “So, do you think we’re going to find anything?” she heard Cam ask as she reached the other three.

“What do you think?” Sam retorted with a grin and a twinkle in her eye.

“Will it makes the folks at home happy?” Cam replied, also smiling.

“Doesn’t it usually?” Sam asked.

“Do you really want me to answer that?” Cam asked.

“Would I have asked if I didn’t?”

The two officers stared at each other for a long moment, obviously fighting back laughter. Vala was just confused. What were the two of them talking about? What was with all the questions? From what she could see, they weren’t ignoring their surroundings; in fact, their eyes were sweeping the area as much as the silent Teal’c’s. It was only their conversation that was out of the ordinary.

Mitchell cleared his throat and gave a brief chuckle. “Am I really supposed to know why you asked?” he finally responded.

Daniel joined them just in time to catch the man’s last question. “What’s going on?” he asked.

Vala was just glad she wasn’t the only one in the dark. “Exactly what I was thinking,” she agreed, trying to get in on the conversation. She wasn’t used to being the quiet one.

“Don’t you know?” Sam aimed at Daniel with a look that was a transparent attempt to convey some kind of message.

“Why should I?” Daniel asked slowly, his own expression asking if he’d gotten it right. Sam grinned in response.

“That’s what I want to know,” Vala said firmly, tired of being left out.

Cam stifled another laugh. “Why shouldn’t you?” he asked the archaeologist. Daniel just looked at him with raised eyebrows.

“Do you truly expect Daniel Jackson to know everything?” Teal’c asked suddenly. Vala was surprised to see the corners of his mouth twitch upward for a moment.

“Oh, so now you want to join in?” Cam threw back at the Jaffa, his smile widening.

“Why shouldn’t he?” Daniel asked, his face serious. But if Vala looked close enough she could see a matching sparkle in the crystal blue eyes behind his wire-framed glasses.

Vala huffed in irritation. What was wrong with these people? “Why are you people talking like this?” she snapped.

Cameron turned his gaze on her, his smile even brighter for whatever reason. “And how should we be talking?” he asked.

“Is the village the UAV detected nearby?” Sam asked Daniel. She just shrugged when Daniel gave her a surprised look, and they both choked back a snort of laughter.

“Have… have we gone three clicks from the gate yet?” Daniel finally replied when he was back in control of himself, his face serious again.

“You haven’t answered my question,” Vala complained. She started in surprise when Cameron just sighed and shook his head at her statement and turned back to the others.

“Are there any signs of hostiles?” Cam asked the others, sighing again.

Sam shared a look with Teal’c. “Have you seen any, Cam?” she asked, shaking her head.

Well, Vala was glad to see that her teammates were at least partially paying attention to what was going on around them, no matter how they were speaking. She was still frustrated that she wasn’t in on whatever joke they were playing; she somehow knew it wasn’t aimed at her specifically. And they were lucky it wasn’t. She’d been surfing the internet from the computer in Daniel’s lab, and was now sure she had some classic ideas for practical jokes.

Mitchell only shook his head in response to the question put to him while Vala pondered. Then Daniel moved ahead so he was side by side with the team leader and gestured for them to stop at the top of a hill. “Is that the village from the UAV video feed?” he asked.

“Was it that empty in the footage?” Sam replied.

“Wait, are those people I see?” Mitchell asked after a moment, pointing at a moving shadow between the buildings.

“I don’t know about that,” Vala said, looking for herself. “It seems a bit quiet to be occupied.” She glared at the others, exasperated, when the three Tau’ri just looked at her and shook their heads. Maybe she’d be able to find a use for those practical joke ideas after all, if the slightly smug knowing look in Daniel’s eyes was anything to go by. “What?”

Daniel looked at Cam. “Do you really think she hasn’t picked up on it yet?”

The younger man shrugged. “Can there be any doubt?” Daniel just shook his head and rolled his eyes.

“Colonel Mitchell, would you agree that the shadows you observed earlier are merely local animals?” Teal’c asked, gesturing to the space Cam had pointed at before just as a pair of deer-like creatures emerged and bounded off.

“What do you know?” Cameron said lightly, smiling at the sight.

Vala crossed her arms over her chest. “You don’t want my answer to that,” she grumbled.

Daniel looked at the village through a pair of binoculars. “Would you believe that I suspected the village would be abandoned, and that I‘m pretty sure I mentioned that at the mission briefing?” He gave the others a pointed look.

Cam grinned at him. “Would you believe that we remembered and just wanted to keep the game going?”

“This is a game?” Vala parroted, indignant.

“Should we quit?” Sam asked, grinning at the others.

The three males of the party shared a look. “Sure,” Daniel and Cam said, while Teal’c chimed in with, “Indeed.”

Daniel shrugged. “It’ll make it easier to talk about what we find, anyway.”

Vala’s gaze traveled around the circle of teammates. “I take it this had something to do with whatever you were watching last night,” she said as more of a statement than a question.

“You could say that,” Cam replied a touch mysteriously.

“Oh, stop with the games,” Daniel said, finally taking pity on the confused and irritated woman. “We were playing Questions Only. It’s a game where you can only speak in questions.”

The alien woman’s brows rose. “And is this a common game on Earth?”

The archaeologist frowned. “I don’t think so, but I may not be the best person to ask. We got it from the TV show we watched.” He looked at Cam. “Didn’t we?”

“I know I did,” Sam confirmed. “I’m sure Teal’c can say the same.”

“I can,” the Jaffa agreed. “We did not participate in party games such as this on Chulak.”

“I’m in the same boat,” Cam said. “I hadn’t heard of it until I started watching Whose Line. But it sure is funny, isn’t it?” He grinned.

Sam shook her head. “Maybe, but it sure is hard. My first instinct is to answer the question, not ask another one.”

Vala made an impatient gesture that drew attention to her. “What is this Whose Line?”

“Whose Line Is It Anyway?” Cam answered. “It’s an improvisational show with four comics playing different games. I’ve been taping it ever since I caught episodes of the British version years ago. We had a marathon last night to lighten the mood after all those IOA interviews.”

“And I missed it?” Vala pouted. “I could have been laughing instead of making nice with someone too plain for my tastes over a dinner from a restaurant I don’t wish to dine at in person if the attitude of the delivery person is anything to go by. Life’s just not fair.”

“Perhaps we shall indulge in such a marathon again at our next team gathering,” Teal’c reassured her. “Now, however, I believe we should return to our mission. The ruins require examination.”

Daniel smiled and started walking, his digi-cam running. “I’m really looking forward to this.” Sam laughed and followed him, her eyes wary for potential dangers and her mind on any finds she might make herself.

Vala wore a satisfied smile as she watched Teal’c walk after them contentedly. “I’m looking forward to the next team night. I can’t wait to be part of the next game.” She traipsed down the hill.

Cam grinned as he looked down on the others. “Me, too. I am so looking forward to it.” He readjusted his backpack and followed his team. “I love it when my team comes together.”