Never Fully Dressed Without a Smile, by Julie (PG-13)

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Rec Category: Teamy goodness

Pairing: none
Categories: team, gen, humor, Samantha Carter, friendship, character study
Warnings: non-sexual partial nudity
Author on LJ: splash_the_cat
Author's Website: Moments of Adoration
Link: Never Fully Dressed Without a Smile

Why This Must Be Read: This entertaining fic is set in early S8, when the members of the SGC – and especially General O’Neill! – are still adjusting to the idea of Sam as leader of SG-1.

The team find themselves negotiating a lucrative treaty with the Elidari, a largely matriarchal society, and Sam feels compelled to go native, complete with body paint and very abbreviated costume. There’s good natured give-and-take between Daniel and Sam (with Teal’c adding his own two cents), and the members of SG-12 staring fixedly at either their own boots or Sam’s left ear, and a really lovely look inside Sam’s head. But most of all, there’s solid, unwavering, unquestioning support from Daniel and Teal’c for Sam as their leader.

This fic is a delight. Go and read!

 

Sam went to find Major Wells and ordered him to have his men stand down and mingle, biting back a laugh at his slightly stricken expression. "Anthropologists do it all the time, Major, and I'm not going to put anyone on report unless they deliberately act like an ass."

"Yes, ma'am." His shoulders sagged, and he flashed her the first smile she'd seen cross his face since Kemala's hunting party had first met them at the Gate.

And then Sam found Daniel and pulled him into the dance, letting him spin her until she was a little dizzy. She pulled Teal'c in too, pleasantly surprised when he whirled her about with un-Jaffa-life gusto. Later, as Sam and Daniel staggered out, leaving Teal'c still going strong, Daniel said, "You know, I used to have dreams like this."

Sam laughed, the sound raspy and broken as she tried to catch her breath. "You read National Geographic instead of Playboy when you were twelve, didn't you?"

"So?" He huffed. "I'm going to find something to drink that's not going to give me a hangover."

Commanding him to find something for her, too, Sam relaxed onto one of the mats, the afterimage of the dancers burned in streaks of gold and red and blue against her eyelids as she yawned. She wished the General were there, because it still didn't feel quite right with just the three of them, but she was looking forward to the picture Daniel would paint during the debrief. Even now she could hear the snide remark reminding her of the dangers of indulging in local culture.

It would be hard not to laugh, because she had actually thought to ask what was in the cakes.