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figs_sg1_recRec Category: Samantha Carter
Categories: Sam, team, action/adventure, drama
Warnings: some violence and language
Author on LJ:gingasaur
Author's Website: unknown
Link: Faith in Royalty (or Lack Thereof)
Why This Must Be Read: This fic is just plain fun, as the team stumbles into disaster, tries to get out of it, and ends up in even more disaster. Rose-scented grenades, lava, and unwanted royal titles figure prominently, as Sam ends up taking charge and coming to the rescue of her boys in a long, entertaining story that you're sure to enjoy!
The younger guard approaches Sam with a great deal of caution, circling her for a moment before leaning forward slightly and lightly prodding her arm with one of the prongs of his staff. She doesn’t move. He looks back to the older guard, who rolls his eyes, but urges him on. He steps even closer, kneels down, leans in a little more, and then…
And then Sam grabs the bottom of his staff, wrenches it out of his hands, and bashes him right in the side of the head with it. He goes down as she leaps up, but the older guard gives an aggravated cry of, “Oh, I told you!” and lets fly with a barrage of the poofing black things, materializing one right after the other from the sphere in the middle of the prongs. Sam dives behind the stone slab and swoons a bit at the return of the rose stench. Wispy pink smoke rapidly fills the cell and she covers her mouth and nose with her hand; there is no way she’s going to let that stuff knock her out again.
The older guard’s footsteps thump farther into the cell, and Sam knows there can’t be much distance now between her and him, so she picks up the younger guard’s staff again and swings it hard in a large, sweeping motion as she quickly rises from the floor. It clangs against the older guard’s weapon, knocking it out of the way and sending him a little off-balance. Sam doesn’t waste his mere seconds of distraction: she immediately darts toward him, grabs him by the shoulders, and rams her knee into his stomach. His staff drops to the floor with a clatter, and she shoves him out of her way and into the wall as she sprints out the door.
Categories: Sam, team, action/adventure, drama
Warnings: some violence and language
Author on LJ:
gingasaurAuthor's Website: unknown
Link: Faith in Royalty (or Lack Thereof)
Why This Must Be Read: This fic is just plain fun, as the team stumbles into disaster, tries to get out of it, and ends up in even more disaster. Rose-scented grenades, lava, and unwanted royal titles figure prominently, as Sam ends up taking charge and coming to the rescue of her boys in a long, entertaining story that you're sure to enjoy!
The younger guard approaches Sam with a great deal of caution, circling her for a moment before leaning forward slightly and lightly prodding her arm with one of the prongs of his staff. She doesn’t move. He looks back to the older guard, who rolls his eyes, but urges him on. He steps even closer, kneels down, leans in a little more, and then…
And then Sam grabs the bottom of his staff, wrenches it out of his hands, and bashes him right in the side of the head with it. He goes down as she leaps up, but the older guard gives an aggravated cry of, “Oh, I told you!” and lets fly with a barrage of the poofing black things, materializing one right after the other from the sphere in the middle of the prongs. Sam dives behind the stone slab and swoons a bit at the return of the rose stench. Wispy pink smoke rapidly fills the cell and she covers her mouth and nose with her hand; there is no way she’s going to let that stuff knock her out again.
The older guard’s footsteps thump farther into the cell, and Sam knows there can’t be much distance now between her and him, so she picks up the younger guard’s staff again and swings it hard in a large, sweeping motion as she quickly rises from the floor. It clangs against the older guard’s weapon, knocking it out of the way and sending him a little off-balance. Sam doesn’t waste his mere seconds of distraction: she immediately darts toward him, grabs him by the shoulders, and rams her knee into his stomach. His staff drops to the floor with a clatter, and she shoves him out of her way and into the wall as she sprints out the door.
