Part the Second
In which it rains (again), Jack can't get the fire started, Teal'c takes up meteorology, Daniel offers suggestions, and Samantha has olfactory troubles.
AN: Really, this has nothing to do with Part the First, except it’s still Stargate, it’s still rather nonsensical, and it’s still raining.
My parting shot before I go to Egypt, this goes out to soclose, who said “Put it in a fic!”
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The cave which they had taken shelter in when the rain finally became too thick to see through was just a bit too small. They and all of their gear fit into it, of course, but they were all rather cramped. The fact that they had now been confined to the cave for approximately six hours was not helping.
The rain on this planet did not seem to have the same effect on things as the rain did on Earth. Specifically, things did not get wet. The grass and trees were as dry as the Sahara, and even the lake they had passed earlier had an odd, not watery aspect to it. They and all of their gear, naturally, did not share this immunity and were, accordingly, sopping.
Sam had immediately theorized that the flora of this planet had some sort of shield which, for reasons she was completely uncertain, protected them from the rain. Jack had decided that this was pretty cool, until he discovered that the shield also prevented him from turning the nice dry kindling Teal’c had collected into a campfire. Then, he had gotten rather bitter.
The wind outside the cave was, quite literally, howling. Teal’c winced occasionally as the combination of rock and wind produced some truly abhorrent attempts at counterpoint. The wind lashed at the rain, driving it sideways, which bothered absolutely no one, except for SG-1, who happened to be the only sentient life in that particular solar system.
Jack decided that it wasn’t really the wood that was preventing his fire being lit; that it must be the wind. He moved his windscreen a little to his right and flicked his lighter again. The howling gale extinguished the hapless flame within nanoseconds of it sparking.
“O’Neill,” said Teal’c, as he gazed out the dripping, but not wet cave. “I believe that the wind screen would be most effective in its original position. The wind is southerly.”
“If I see any hawks, I’ll let them know.” Jack said in a surly tone, moving the screen again.
Daniel, who had obviously stopped to explore when on his wood gathering mission despite the deluge, burst into the cave at that moment. He was drenched, but the sticks in his arms were a marshmallow’s worst nightmare.
“I think, Jack,” he said as he deposited his arm load of wood on to the pile Teal’c had started, “That if you are going to insist on bringing us to rainy, treeish planets, you have better expand the supply list to include handsaws or something.”
When Samantha Carter joined the USAF, she knew that she would gain many practical experiences. She never for a moment thought that snorting water out of her nose and all over a naquadah detector while the rest of her team sat inadvertently misquoting Hamlet around a camp fire they could not light would be one of them.
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AN: Oh, I wish I could sleep! This is what happens when I can’t.