Joke's On YouIn her thousands of year long life Wraith queen Whirlwind had acquired a collection of memorable artefacts. The most curious and exciting ones were stored in a section of the zenana that served as her private museum.
The small group she had invited to wander through it consisted of the archaeologist Dr. Daniel Jackson, biologist Dr. Halley Skarpsvard, and Major James who had his P90 ready in case one of the Wraith's curiosities – or the queen herself – wanted to eat them.
“No,” the Major heard the Wraith they had dubbed 'Cassie' respond to Jackson, who had shown interest in a particularly sophisticated device he supposed was of Satedan or Genii origin. “It is much older, and quite definitely Athosian.”
“Really?” SG-1's scientist was intrigued. “Teyla would be interested in that. I mean it's her people's and...”
“They were not her people when I acquired it.” The Wraith queen's head was tilted. She wondered if he mea
Jesus Christ“Someone left their laundry in the gate room.” The Traveler woman's voice rang through one of Atlantis' rec rooms. Faihjra sounded confused. So was Major James, the man she addressed. He was sitting on a couch with his back to the door and had to turn his head to face her. “What?”
“There is a clothesline rope,” she gestured, describing the length of said rope with her hands. “With five or six huge, ugly stockings on them. Who wears that?” Had she missed the arrival of a big-footed delegation prone to catch a cold?
James laughed. His white teeth stood in stark contrast to his dark skin. “The bulky red ones shaped like boots? Those are Christmas stockings.”
If that was meant to enlightened her, his explanation missed by a mile. Still, his smile was contagious and Faihjra returned it. “What is Christmas?”
“A religious holiday on Earth.” James waved her over to sit with him and his friends. Atlantis' newest
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