#shauriofabydos

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@shauriofabydos​ “You were dead. They had to bring you back.”

“I was dead,” he repeats. Since he woke up, he’s wanted to know who he is, how he got here. He’s played out scenarios in his mind, waiting for one of them to catch on something and pull at a thread so that his memories would come cascading back.

Somehow he hadn’t considered that he’d come back from the dead.

Maybe he would reject it outright, but there is something about her that is familiar. “And you and I... We know each other. Obviously. That’s why you’re the one talking to me. But how did--” 

He stops. Does he want to know how he died? He’s not sure what it could have been, since he doesn’t feel injured or sick. He feels really good, actually, health-wise. He looks away, frustrated. “I’m sorry. I just don’t know what I’m supposed to do.”

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Sarah was sitting on her bed in the infirmary with her legs crossed, looking down at her hand as she stretched out her fingers, then made a fist, then stretched out her fingers again. She was meant to be sleeping–the very nice but insistent doctor had told her this multiple times before going off duty–but every time she slept, she had nightmares. Half memories that were not her own. All the monstrous things he’d done while he inhabited her body. All the time she’d been locked away in some dark nothing, unable to even move her own hand.

She heard someone by the doorway and looked up, her heart beating hard with the instinctual fear that Osiris would make her harm whoever was there. 

But Osiris was gone.

She tried to make herself smile at the stranger, but she wasn’t sure she knew how to use those muscles anymore. “You’re not here to run any tests, are you? I’m not sure I could manage any more tests.”

[weaponsdonotweep]

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“So between you and me, this whole program feels like it got overly sprinkled with testosterone. Thank God for you and Doctor Carter.” She gestures to the seat across from her, a nonverbal invite for her to sit down. “Hungry? Stay away from what they’re calling Salisbury Steak....it tastes like green beans.”

[earpangel]

––––- @shauriofabydos / sha’uri. continued from here.

          waverly eyed the pre-made, pre-packaged, barely edible  ‘ flavors ’  if they could be called that  ( resembling something more like wynonna’s cooking than anything she actually wanted to eat )  and reached for the chicken.  “ remind me to bake us something next time.  i can make you my famous banana muffins ! ”  tried to hide the face she was making with a smile.  so much for veganism in space.

SPACE.  that was what made it all worth it.  sitting here, watching from afar as the locals of the planet went about their days, waiting to catch sight of some bounty hunters who had gone after sg-1 on their last mission.  the only reason she was to be trusted with this :  no one knew what dr. jackson’s intern looked like.  they wouldn’t be expecting a baby-faced girl from earth who only just learned zat guns were a thing to come after them.  and she’d be ready to prove herself.  no one could accuse an EARP of being bad with firearms. or...weird alien stunning arms –––- and whether or not she was really doing anything right now, just being here on any kind of mission was pretty incredible !  after all, she was off-world.  off-freaking-world !!  as in, on another planet kind of off-world.  like, she walked through a giant gooey-looking ring that wasn’t gooey at all and stepped right out onto the fresh green grass of a field several star systems away.  insane.  and so, so cool.

                    reluctantly taking a bite of supposed food she playfully bumped shoulders with sha’uri.  “ hey, i just realized, out here i’m the ALIEN.  how cool is that !? ”  she’d been making similar observations all day, like,  ‘ i can’t believe gravity works the same here ;  i thought for sure i’d finally be able to tell nicole i could do a slam dunk. ’  or giggling and announcing,  ‘ one small step for waverly !  one giant leap for waverly-kind ! ’  while jumping different lengths across the field on their way there.  you know, maybe it’s a good thing her boss wasn’t there to see her.  popped another bite in her mouth.  “ that’s so fricking trippy, dude. ”

[notarthurfrellingdent]

@shauriofabydos | SC

“You actually had one of those worm critters living inside you? Jesus. I don’t think I would’ve made it. You’re a stronger person than me.”

[pledge-my-allegiance-blog]

Teal’c moved quietly through the halls, going nowhere in particular, just letting the silence of the sleeping base soothe his thoughts. There is one doorway ahead, dancing light shining out into the corridor. As he approaches, soft sounds indicate that a television is turned on low. This is the room that has been assigned to Sha’uri while Daniel Jackson is off-world. Stopping just outside the door frame, he lightly rapped on the ajar door to alert the woman to his presence. Nodding in greeting, he turned to face the television. 

“The Tau’ri are not as violent as they portray themselves.”

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[knightdriven]

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pls control him chas

       “   I DON’T GET PAID enough to do this.   “

[glowingeyedgoddess]

Nothing of the Host Survives

"Ah the former host of Amaunet, as beautiful as ever." Astarte smiled coldly, as she eyed the human woman before her, lip curling slightly in disdain.

"We can see why she chose you, it is a pity that you will soon wither and perish as all humans must." Astarte sighed and turned away to examine the meagre provisions that the Tau'ri had made available for her, a goddess, queen, and ambassador of the system lords. The sparseness of the accommodations provided was almost enough to make her break off talks before they had even begun, the insult clear enough, but the Tau'ri would find they weren't the only ones who could play that game.

"When we reconquer this world we shall have to find one of our children to implant within you to preserve that beauty." She observed casually, popping a sweetmeat into her mouth and much to her surprise enjoying the Tau'ri delicacy. The secrets Amaunet had left in the human's feeble mind were what Astarte really wanted, but that was a thought the Goa'uld kept to herself. If she couldn't torment Apophis' queen herself than the least she could do was take her displeasure out on the slave who liked to believe herself free.

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