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'She' is always Sam and 'he' is always Jack unless stated otherwise by me.
Novel Valhalla written by Tim Waggoner
*** “Carter,” O’Neill interrupted. “Let’s focus on the Not-So-Jolly Red Giant heading our way, all right? I promise to let you talk at me some more later. Who knows? I might even listen.”
Sam gave O’Neill a look that said, You’re not as funny as you think you are, but O’Neill ignored it, just like he always did.
*** The giant stumbled, tried to regain his footing, failed, and smashed into the ground face-first.
*** The giant stumbled, tried to regain his footing, failed, and smashed into the ground face-first.
“Timbeeeeeer!” O’Neill said, and Sam couldn’t help grinning.
*** Sam and O’Neill sat alone at a table near the cook fire.
*** Sam and O’Neill sat alone at a table near the cook fire.
“-I couldn’t get him to tell me whether or not the valkyrie’s horse flies, though. He just laughs whenever I ask.”
“Colonel-“
“I’m sorry, Carter, but don’t you think it would be cool to see a horse fly?”
“Very cool, sir, but-“
The longhouse door flew open and a howling gust of wind blasted into the structure.
*** Odin looked down at the leader of the Vanir, and his hard expression softened. “Rise, Baldr. And your men may do likewise.”
*** Odin looked down at the leader of the Vanir, and his hard expression softened. “Rise, Baldr. And your men may do likewise.”
Baldr stood, and the rest of the Vanir in the longhouse rose to their feet. None sat, however. Sam elbowed O’Neill and stood up.
*** O’Neill made an exasperated face. “See, this is why I have trouble talking to people who claim to be gods. If they really are gods, then they should already know-“
*** O’Neill made an exasperated face. “See, this is why I have trouble talking to people who claim to be gods. If they really are gods, then they should already know-“
Sam elbowed the colonel again, only much harder this time.
“Ow! All right, all right!” He took a deep breath and continued more calmly. “We have come, oh mighty Odin, in search of knowledge.” He turned to Sam. “Better?”
“Much.”
*** Sam didn’t even try to stifle her yawn this time. She reached for the radio tucked into her vest, turned the volume control up, and then thumbed the button to talk. She spoke softly so as not to wake the sleeping Vanir around them.
“How’s it going out there, Colonel?”
O’Neill’s voice came over the radio’s speaker. “Cold and windy, Carter. When we get back to Earth, remind me to buy an industrial-size drum of lip balm.”
Sam smiled. “Will do, sir.”
*** Sam turned to see O’Neill coming toward her, carrying a bowl filled with some sort of grayish glop. He reached down to help her up and she accepted his hand gratefully.
*** Sam turned to see O’Neill coming toward her, carrying a bowl filled with some sort of grayish glop. He reached down to help her up and she accepted his hand gratefully.
O’Neill handed the bowl to her, along with a metal spoon.
O’Neill led Sam over to the table where Daniel and Teal’c sat.
*** “I wish Carter was here,” O’Neill said. “Nothing personal, Jonas, but she knows more about starships engines than all of us put together.”
*** Unfortunately, Sam had no idea. When it came to times like this, when none of the alternatives seemed like good ones, she had a way of coming to a decision: she asked herself what Colonel O’Neill would do.
*** “I wish Carter was here,” O’Neill said. “Nothing personal, Jonas, but she knows more about starships engines than all of us put together.”
*** Unfortunately, Sam had no idea. When it came to times like this, when none of the alternatives seemed like good ones, she had a way of coming to a decision: she asked herself what Colonel O’Neill would do.
*shippy sigh*
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