“Samantha Carter?” A dark hand waved before her face.
“Mewet,” Sam shivered. “Oh, mewet….”
Teal’c’s brows rose. Taking her hand, he escorted her to a jammed vending machine and slipped into the crowd. Came back with a steaming mug.
Coffee. Sam sipped in grateful relief. With sugar. “Thank you.”
“I would ask,” he said softly, “What is it that could be so terrible, Jolinar would call for her mother?”
Sam shook her head, trying to organize that blood-chilling rush of terror into coherent thought. “Jack?”
“I see them, Samantha Carter.” Raising a hand, Teal’c beckoned.
“They’re classmates.” Daniel couldn’t stop grinning as he joined them.
“Joey and Ryou?” Sam asked, noticing how Jack glanced back over his shoulder to see if the two teens had decided to turn the tables and follow them. She didn’t have that prickling, about to have a knife between the shoulder blades warning gong going off in her head, so probably not.
“Joey, Ryou, and Kaiba. And I’d bet on the rest of them that old, too. Kaiba-kun, Sam; they know him. Personally.” Daniel sobered. “Poor Joey.”
“You’re the linguist,” Jack shrugged. “Know what you mean, though; can’t be easy being stuck in the same school with the Ice Prince. How’d you get him to open up that fast? You pushed pretty close; way he was hovering over Bakura, I thought he’d want your liver on a chopstick, with a little pepper on top.”
“Kaiba’s not his problem.” Daniel smiled ruefully, waving a hand at the crowds trickling past. “Joey’s just confused.”
“Kind of goes with being seventeen.”
“More like goes with not knowing which culture you fit in.” Daniel shook his head. “I wasn’t crowding him, Jack. That was Japanese conversational space. That’s why he calmed down.”
Jack shot his linguist a speaking look. “He’s from Brooklyn.”
“He was from Brooklyn,” Daniel corrected. “He’s been in Japan for years. I’d guess at least five or six; he’s got the mannerisms down so well he’s not even thinking about them. This must be his first trip back. He wouldn’t be so upset if he knew why people keep backing off when he’s trying to be polite….” He frowned. “Sam?”
“They’re real,” Sam blurted out.
“Teenagers?” Jack arched a peppered brow. “Matter of opinion.”
“No.” The astrophysicist shivered. Teeth, and tearing…. “The monsters – are – were – real.”