[AIM CONVO] After Cam reads/hears about what happened aboard the Odyssey

Cam: Just a little girl!
Teal'c:: *pats Cam's head* Your feelings are only natural, Colonel Mitchell. In time, they will pass. *wise and knowing smirk*
Hattie:: Flailing is not new to you, you know. *pats Cam's head... thinks better of it and pats his arm instead*
Cam: *glares at everyone* I'm being punked, aren't I?
Hattie:: *quietly* No.
Shan:: *goes the way of Daniel*
Daniel:: *still hiding under his rock* Did you bring coffee?
Shan:: Lots. I figured you'd need it. *ducks under* They'll probably talk it through. She's moved on.
Daniel:: Moved on what now?
Hattie:: Me, Dad.
Shan:: Talking to Cam should be easy.
Cam: Yeah, because she remembers everything!
Daniel:: *hunkers down for more translating*
Hattie:: *sighs* I'd rather remember everything than never have experienced it. *shrugs and lifts glass, murmuring into it* It wasn't bad.
Cam: *puffs up his chest a lil bit* Well ... I mean, it couldn't have been.
Hattie:: *raises eyebrows and and looks away for a moment and doesn't say anything*
Cam: Aw, come on. Blink once for yes, twice for no?
Hattie:: Well, that wasn't the ONLY time we- *makes a lil motion with her hand* And not EVERY time was like the first and not EVERY time was- Are you SURE you want to know?
Cam: I'm not lookin' for DETAILS. Just ... you know what, never mind.
Hattie:: You were just... older. It wasn't a BAD thing. *small smile and she makes SURE her parents can't hear* I was never disappointed. *winks*
Cam: *winks and claps* Now THAT'S what I'm talkin 'bout
Hattie:: *actually might have blushed* Yeah, just like that.
Cam: *peers at the Jackson Rock* This never gets mentioned to your folks. Your mom would skewer me.
Hattie:: *makes a girlscout-y handmove* I would never. *eyes wide*
Cam: Good.
Hattie:: *nudges him from the side* We're cool, right?
Cam: *nudges her back* You know it, kiddo.
Hattie:: *closes eyes* Cam? Just.... ugh. *shakes head*
Cam: *smiles, mostly to himself*

[TBS] Disce quasi semper victurus, vive quasi cras moriturus

Learn as if always going to live, live as if tomorrow going to die.
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So? She got in the car.

Sure, it talked to her. And drove itself. But it- HE was funny. And smart. And... well, nice. He was nice to her. She'd spent how long talking to him? Hattie was a smart girl and she knew a smart, nice, funny guy when she talked to him. It just so happened that this smart, nice, funny guy was housed in a different kind of body.

A sleek, black 1982 Trans-Am.

Not the first thing she thought of when she imagined her 'perfect man', no. But the more they drove, the more they talked, the more she realized that she still liked him as much as she had over the internet. Back when all they had was words on the screen. The only difference was now, when she would have held his hand or rested her head on his shoulder, she was left running a fingertip along his steering wheel or wrapping her hand around his gear-shift and hoping he got the not-so-subtle message.

It was odd, more than odd, really. She had feelings for a car. It didn't matter what he looked like on the outside, everything he WAS, everything she loved was on the inside. Literally.

When it comes down to it, she told herself as she fell asleep that first night, I'm not falling in love with a car. I'm falling in love with the man inside the car. And it still didn't matter to her what he looked like. After twenty years of living no life at all, she was going to live the life she wanted to. Love who she wanted to love, even if that love wasn't entirely human.

His being human was a gift she wasn't going to pass up, but she would never forget that she first loved him as a car. Or regret it.


Hattie Jackson
Stargate OC
320 Words

[RP for ki2k] Welcome home, honey...

Hattie had made dinner. Her back was now killing her, but she'd made it. Something she hoped Kitt would like, since she realized that they didn't eat much together. Still, food was food and while she wasn't a big cook-

Oh, who was she fooling? It wasn't very tasty looking at all. A little black on the outside and maybe a little under-done on the inside? Meatloaf wasn't SUPPOSED to be good, was it?

"Hi, honey, welcome home!" She called it, meaning it to be a little on the cute side, wincing at her meatloaf attempt. Tossing the towel over it, she shook her head and grinned as he came down the hall.