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“The curiosity of unaccounted time is little more than a deep, creeping silence awaiting inevitable disturbance…”

PLEASE DON’T TOUCH March 26, 2009

“Where did you say that you were from again?” Will eyed the short-haired blonde suspiciously. She was taller than him, quite brunt in her approach to conversation and determined on breaking the very delicate electronic device on Henry’s desk.

“I didn’t,” Samantha Carter replied,recoiling as the object let off a series of sparks and began to smoke. “Crap.”

“Please don’t touch anything. Technology’s very sensitive about its feelings around here.” Will re-opened the folder that she had given him, skimming over the fine print. It looked decidedly like a poorly written cover up.

That was exactly what it was – an excuse for Colonel Samantha Carter to sniff around this so called ‘Sanctuary’ for their missing Goa’uld that had been running amok in the city.

“Listen,” Sam took a few steps forward, more than invading Will’s comfort zone. “You don’t have to like me, you just have to show me around a bit. Then I’ll be out of your hair.”

“It’s not that I don’t like you, it’s that I don’t trust you. That, and my boss isn’t keen on me giving the grand tour to unnamed military personal.”

“I’m a doctor,” Sam corrected him. “Military’s a hobby. Now tell me once and for all, do you, or do you not have an Abnormal with glowing eyes and nasty temper?”

Will was about to reply when Sam pulled a zat gun from her within her coat and fired it just shy of his head. He turned in time to see their newly acquired (and supposedly safely secured) Abnormal buckle and fall to the ground, eyes aglow.

“Never mind,” said Sam with a satisfied grin. “Found him.”

“You know,” said Will, “you remind me of someone.”



Title: Personal Questions

rated: G

Pairing: Sam/Ba’al

For: A challenge on rolleson’s journal.

“If you could rule over any Goa’uld, who would it be?”

Sam frowned. “That’s what we humans call a ‘hypothetical’ question,” she growled, wondering why it was so difficult for Lord Mister Allknowingness Ba’al to grasp the basic concept of the game.

Ba’al ran a hand over his wrist, reminiscing the loss of his hand device. “What’s wrong with that?”

“This game only works if you ask personal questions.”

“Define personal…”

Sam picked up a stone from the cave-like environment, and threw it as hard as she could into the blackness that surrounded them. The single pen-light she had found in her pocket was running low on battery and provided only a dim, yellowish hue. “Something secret, that you wouldn’t normally tell other people – or, aliens in your case.”

“I would never normally tell anyone the answer to that,” replied Ba’al truthfully.

“Still, it doesn’t count.”

“Fine, how about you start then?”

“How many queens have you had?”

Ba’al smirked, “That’s hardly very personal.”

“Then why did you avoid it?”



“My turn then?” said Ba’al, looking pleased. “What is your iris code?”

“Very funny,” said Sam, pointing the light straight into his eyes as punishment.

He batted her away. “Not personal enough?”

“Look, I’ll ask another one – see if you get the hang of it. What is the name of your host?”

“No idea.”

“Typical Goa’uld,” she rolled her eyes.

“Is it my turn again?”

“I wish it weren’t…”

“What’s the gate address of Atlantis?”

“You’re really struggling with the difference between ‘personal’ and ‘secret’ aren’t you?”

“Do you find me attractive?”

Sam coughed. “Beg your pardon?”

“Is that not a legitimate question?”


“What?” Ba’al tried in vain to look innocent.

“There must be a better way to pass the time…”

“Rescue is four hours away, unless you have a better idea…” Ba’al looked her up and down suggestively.


“No, what?”

“No, I do not find you attractive,” replied Sam sternly.


Sam shook her head. “No, you can’t call ‘bullshit’ on a personal question. That’s a different game altogether.”

“I grow tired of these Earth games. ‘Enslavement’ is far more amusing, yet regrettably illegal on this planet.”



“Yes,” sighed Sam, shaking her head in dismay. “I find you attractive. But now it’s my turn thank god…”

“I am god.”

Sam shook her head, “Oh boy…”


A Night on Atlantis October 29, 2008

Title: A Night on Atlantis
Rating: PG-13

Spoilers: None except presumes the season 4 universe.
Fandom: SGA
Pairing or Character: Friendhsip (john/rodney teyla/ronon sam/rodney team lorne zelenka)
Genre: Action/Adventure Humour, Fun
Warnings: Wildlife?
Disclaimer: I own N-O-T-H-I-N-G except my laptop and internet connection.
The members of the Atlantis expedition decide to spend a night on the mainland. Chaos ensues. Possible tears.