Study Hall, 11/29

[game-of-you.livejournal.com]

The room is open, and Dream sits in his usual chair. He is trying to seem less intimidating. Really.

Come. Study. Learn.

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[carter-i-am.livejournal.com]

Alarmed, Sam leaned forward a little towards Lee. She whispered, "Exactly what kind of information did she download into your brain, Adama?"

If Eighth had told Lee the truth, they were going to have to have a serious discussion behind closed doors about it. No one but the SG people knew the real story about Eighth, and only Janet knew all of the details. She certainly didn't want that getting out on the radio.

[*kicks LJ* Still not getting all my notifications, darn it.]

[leeadama.livejournal.com]

Lee leans in and whispers back (as this was apparently something to whisper, not casually speak of -- not that he had told anyone), "Well, how to fly the ship, for starters, and then a bit about how her kind work -- how they have to strip a planet of its metals and their penchant for new technologies. Er..." He omits that they went to a planet where the indigenous sand monsters became so enraged by the replicator's actions that they almost were eaten alive. "And the ship had her signature on it as well which was... well, it was yours. And I have a pretty keen imagination added with what she talks about in class..." He looks down and eats another mint. "And John and I know there's something to do with a guy named Fifth..."

[carter-i-am.livejournal.com]

Sam would have marched right into Eighth's office to kick her if she didn't think the Replicator might take revenge by smiting the entire school, if not the planet. And if Eighth wouldn't have sent her straight to the infirmary.

"I need you not to talk about this with anyone, please, Lee? It's important."

[leeadama.livejournal.com]

He laughs nervously, remembering when his father let out something classified about the Colonial Fleet and immediately ordered three more drinks to help his sons forget what he just told them.

"I haven't. Really. John and I barely discuss it anymore and I never really did talk about it to Kara..."

[carter-i-am.livejournal.com]

Sam smiled slightly. "Thanks, Lee. It's...really personal. I don't even like thinking about it, really."

[leeadama.livejournal.com]

"You okay?" Lee says, sensing her unease.