Fanfic, Sam's Diary, Sam/Martouf/Lantash, R, 10/13

[hathor_girl]

 It's my birthday, and I am on the base, sitting in my lab and working. My team mates are all away doing one thing or another, and my dad is still with Mark.

I sigh. I turn 30 this year. Today. Anyone else, sane, would celebrate with friends and/or family. Why is it that I am sitting here, alone, then?

I stare at the alien device in front of me. We found it on P2X-893, and I have no more a clue to what it is than I did when we found it.

It's oblong, about 10 inches long and a bit over 2 inches in diameter. Cross-section circular. Smooth surface, except for those decorative grooves Goa'uld technology have etched into them. So it is probably Goa'uld tech.

Scans show there are some sort of machinery inside, but we have not found a way to open it. Or activate it.

I wonder what it is. Why is there no buttons anywhere? No switches. Staring at it, I suddenly think it looks like some sort of sex toy. I shake my head at myself. I feel confident the Goa'uld would not have sex toys - I mean, they could just force a slave to pleasure them at any time, so why bother?

I place the offending piece of tech under the microscope, hoping to spot something that gives a clue how to open it, turn it on, or just hint at what it is.

I stare at it for several minutes, before I give up.

After a few moments of contemplation, I unlock the drawer and take out my diary. I have opened it to a new page and I am just about to start writing something about the misery that is my life, when someone knocks on the door.

"Yes?" I ask, closing the diary and looking towards the door. What now?

The door opens, and Hammond stands outside. "Major Carter? We just received some reports today, that contain material we are going to share with the Tok'ra, as part of the new agreement. Would you take care of it until they can pick it up? Maybe Jacob can bring it back when he returns?"

"Sure, no problem." I get up and go to take the fairly large pile from him.

"How long is Jacob staying with his son and grandchildren?" Hammond asks.

"Another four days, I think. He wanted to celebrate New Year's Eve with them."

Hammond nods, and gives me the many reports. "Major, since you're here anyway, would you mind taking a look at the artifacts SG-11 found on P2X-910? It's been standing in storage for weeks, and Area 51 keeps complaining..."

He doesn't have time to say anything else, when the alarm goes off, signalling an un-scheduled off-world activation of the Stargate.

I grab the reports from General Hammond and dump them on my desk, then quickly leave with him, in the direction of the gateroom.

It would just be what is needed if we are attacked on my birthday!