SG1 drabble and temping bollocks

[odycee]

I've got some temp work doing admin at Boots HQ tomorrow and Friday and possibly next week. I think it's in the till replacement department. Exciting stuff...

Heh. I was looking through some floppy disks earlier and found some attempts I made at SG1 fic writing about three and a half years ago. I thought I'd post this drabble here as it reminded me of emony because it's a stupid Sam/Martouf thing.


I can't even remember writing this or which episode it's supposed to be after...

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Sam hugged Martouf tightly.

"Samantha. It is good to see you," he looked down at her, "...even though you are crushing my broken ribs." Sam reluctantly softened her grip. Martouf's head dipped and he looked up as Lantesh.

"We are healing well...but if it was not for you, we would not be here now."

Sam looked up into the Tok'ra's grey eyes. She had saved him from torture and certain death, and she was linked to him in a way she had never before known. She reached up and brushed her lips lightly against his, both knowing this was the way things should be.

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Hee! It's horrible and vomit inducing!

Comments

[odycee.livejournal.com]

I wouldn't have posted it if we hadn't had that little reminise brought on by your spiffy Sam/Martouf vid! And of course, you are vomit inducing - so naturally I thought of you. Lalalalala.

I want to go and watch Martouf episodes now...

[odycee.livejournal.com]

*throws large rocks in the general direction of Divide and Conquer*

I have no desire to watch that again. Ever.

*pets Martouf*