Season: season 2
Series: Stargate SG-1
A drabble coda to "The Fifth Race."
No dough, no foul.
"What was it like having the Ancients' knowledge?" Sam paused a moment before adding, "Sir?"
Jack eyes grew distant, almost dreamy. "You know how on Thanksgiving, you keep eating the turkey and stuffing even after you're full? There's that turkey drug--"
"Tryptophan," Sam said.
"--that does you in, and when you think it's all over and you'll never eat another bite as long as you live, the pies come out."
Sam grinned. "You don't have to eat the pie, sir."
"Oh yes you do," he replied. "If you don't, someone else will."
"But how did you feel?"
"I felt full."