"Glad you're alright then. Now, care to tell me just how in the hell you stopped that thing?"
Just great, he thought, if it isn't one thing, it's another.
Sam's eyes widened as she looked around the barn, the high ceiling hiding the fact that a hidden area even existed where it shouldn't. She inhaled the scents around her, as her Commanding officer moaned on about the fact that a Goa'uld had been beaten with the flick of a finger.
When questioned, the young man in return said that it wasn't any of their business, and acted as if the amount of ammunition surrounding him at that moment were a mere oversight. Well, the Colonial didn't take kindly to that, as can be imagined.
Matters, Sam realized, weren't helped any when, from out of nowhere, a brunette bombshell ran passed armed soldiers, and stuck her nose in Jack's face, yelling at him to, "order his nutcases to lower their weapons."
After that, Sam reflected, it was only a downhill battle. Few seconds had passed between the girl's apparent death-wish, and the arrival of General Sam Lane, and a red-headed woman whose eyes swam with worry.
She stil had no idea how the procession had moved so easily from the street's of Smallville, Kansas, to the locally, well-known Kent Farm, but since their arrival, voices had been raised, threats let out, oh so swiftly, and one or more Lieutenant had found out the personal wrath of Lois Lane, said brunette bombshell, wasn't something to easily scoff at.
Teal'c, her alien friend, had remained stoicly quiet, the entire proceeding one of great amusement to the former Jaffa. He kept eying the young man, whose name she found was Clark, with something akin to hero-worship. She wondered briefly, if Teal'c had understood the hypersonic squeal of the Goa'uld, before it collapsed in on itself.
"I'm telling you General," Jack said, as he entered the barn, the cell phone pressed to his ear. "There isn't something right about that Kent kid. The Goa'uld collapsed against him, his skin doesn't have a bruise. If I didn't know any better, I'd say the kid was an alien!"
Sam stopped, her left foot inches from the ground. Her mind was a blur as she looked at Teal'c, whose eyes were shining with amusement now. She could clearly read his emotions, something the larger man had practiced against all his life, as clearly as night turned to day.
"Teal'c? Do you know something, we don't?"
Teal'c, without verbalizing a sound, merely lowered his head. She looked at Jack, who had said, "I'll call you back, General." and hung the phone before getting a dismissal. The man frowned, and said, "T, buddy. What's going on?"
Teal'c said, "It is simple, O'Neill. P3X-036. ClarkKent is Kryptonian."
His response was a thud coming from the large, barn doors.
"What is it with this kid and brunettes?"
End