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She knew she shouldn't have touched it.
Rule number one – you don't leave anyone behind. Rule number two – don't touch anything.
To be fair, she really didn't think anything could happen. She merely wanted to look at the writing on the object, run her fingers through the grooves on the engraving that had been etched into its surface millennia ago.
She hadn't expected anything to happen. And from the look on everyone else's faces, they hadn't either.
"I didn't know that you'd been given the Ancients' gene," Rodney said, a hint of surprise in his voice.
Sam looked from his face, to that of Colonel Sheppard's, a frown knitting the second man's eyebrows together. "It didn't do that when I touched it..."
Sam watched as John picked up the Ancient device, a square box that had simply folded out on itself the moment that she'd touched it, and peered inside.
Sam couldn't bring herself to care about what resided inside the trinket that they'd discovered in a remote part of the city. All she could hear were the words of the doctor many years ago. 'I'm sorry, Colonel, but given your genetic make-up... the naquadah in your blood – it's hard to say how it will react to the gene therapy. I'd advise against it at this point...'
That only left her with one other explanation.
"Oh crap!"