Fandom: Stargate: SG-1
Characters: General Hammond, Sha’re
Word Count: 1,296
Betaed by: redbyrd_sgfic
Thank you to: quarryquest for information on Egyptian naming conventions.
Written for: sg_fignewton
Summary: A scene from an AU in which Daniel is taken by Apophis and Sha're comes to Earth to fight for her husband and brother.
“I’m sorry, Mrs. Jackson, but that is simply out of the question.” The fat, bald, pale man across from her leaned forward across his desk, hands folded. “As Doctor Jackson’s wife, you are of course entitled to permanent resident status in the
“I went with your people through the Chapa’ai to Chulak to try and rescue my Dan’yel and Skaara,” Sha’re said, long practice dealing with her father and the elders of
Sha’re would have spoken longer about her value on the mission, but O’Neill and his men (and one woman!) had praised her in their reports, and she did not like to boast. Besides, after only a year of living with Dan’yel, she did not trust the extent of her English, even with the odd jump in her understanding of that language since going through the Chapa’ai to Chulak and back. “You did not object to my going with them then.” (Much.) “What has changed?” She held herself still, keeping herself from shivering—
General Hammond sighed, and leaned back, and Sha’re marveled at how rich he must be, to be so fat and pale. Skaara would bristle at the sight of him, for no one should be paler than the family of the head man. Sha’re could not afford to. “That was an emergency,” he said. “There was no time to train more experienced personnel if we wanted to have any chance of rescuing our people, including your husband. But we have no immediate leads as to Doctor Jackson’s whereabouts, and so we have a bit of breathing room to get our program up and running and get our people trained while we learn a little bit more about what’s going on in the galaxy.”
“Then there will also be time to train me in fighting,” Sha’re countered, unable to keep her voice even; truly, Skaara was right to mock her temper. He would do so again. He would. And they would rescue him as they would rescue her Dan’yel. “I fought Ra, on
“Mrs. Jackson,” General Hammond said, and sighed, shaking his head.
Dan’yel had been appalled by the position of women on
“I’m sure we can get you whatever physical training you wish,” General
“Teal’c of Chulak does not share that training,” Sha’re pointed out, daring him to say that her sex was the reason for her restriction from travel through the Chapa’ai. Dan’yel had told her his people were sensitive to the appearance of equality between men and women. Perhaps this could be made to work in her favor. “Yet he will be on Colonel O’Neill’s team.” She pronounced his name carefully; she had spent hours upon hours practicing the “l” sound with her husband, and wished to give General Hammond no thing to find fault with. Learning her husband’s language had been her duty as a wife, so that he might hear the words of his homeland whenever he wished; she was glad that in this matter she had been a proper wife, for it allowed her now to work for his rescue. He loved knowledge so; he would be delighted to know she had used well what he taught her.
“Teal’c’s status has yet to be decided,” Hammond said in the same tone of voice her father used whenever Ska’ara tried to convince him to see what other worlds besides Earth could be reached through the Chapa’ai. “I highly doubt Colonel O’Neill will be able to convince
He smiled benignly, comfortingly, like a parent at a child, and Sha’re smiled back, and nodded, and forced her frustration and fear down. Dan’yel loved that she could and did challenge the elders when the situation called for it, and on his own did far more than his fair share of it. But unlike her husband, Sha’re understood the art of the possible, and when to bide one’s time. It was a lesson all women learned well on
Part Two: Practicality