Don't ask me where this fic came from I have no idea lol. It's based on the conversation between Jack and Hank in Avalon, Where Jack tells Hank he has to sell his bike. Oh and a 'Fatboy' is a type of Harley. If you want to know what it looks like visit my profile and there is a link there for it.
"I have to sell my motorbike." Jack said a boyish sullen look on his face and he flopped onto the couch next to Sam.
"What?! Why?" Sam asked turning to face him slightly.
"Sam I'm moving to Washington remember, new job, new pay check, far away from you?" Jack said waving his hands around in wild gestures.
"That doesn't mean you have to sell it." Sam said.
"You could keep it in my garage until you come back" she suggested.
"In your garage... next to your vintage Indian? Sam... That's Sacrilege!" Jack said.
"Uh Why?"
"Putting my Harley next to you Indian. Its just not right its like drinking Guinness and then bud, mixing chocolate with orange, its like in your technobabble terms putting to things together that go BOOM!" Jack nearly shouted using his hands again in wild gestures.
"So you're saying that your fatboy is better then my Indian?" Sam said in a serious voice but with a teasing look in her eye.
"I never said that... but yes." Jack said leaning forward and picking up his beer and taking a long swig.
"If you take me up on my offer I just might tinker with it while you're gone." Sam said looking at him and tapping her chin with her index finger.
"You wouldn't!" Jack nearly shrieked leaning slightly back from her.
"I would... then I would put it back together again and ride it around. Maybe take it out on the motorway and-"
"Sam that's cruel." Jack pouted. Sam lent closer to him and wrapped her arms around his neck.
"Do you really think I would do that?" Sam asked
"Maybe. I can't tell when you're in theses moods." Jack said as he moved his arms around her waste and pulled her onto his lap so she was straddling his legs.
"Admit Indians are better then Harley's and I promise I won't tinker with your fatboy." Sam said smiling teasingly at him.
"Manipulating woman." Jack said in mock anger.
"Say it." Sam stated simply as she moved into a more comfortable position but certainly not for Jack. He gasped as she moved around.
"Ok, fine Indians are better then Harley's." Jack said quickly.
"Good boy." Sam said smiling again as she hopped off his lap. She took his hand and pulled him off the couch, not letting ago as they walked down the hallway.
"Sam?" Jack asked.
"I have you for 2 more days until god only knows the next time I see you. I'm going to make the most of it." She said as she dropped his hand and continued walking towards her bedroom.
"Are you coming?!" she asked from somewhere inside her room.
Jack stood there for seconds before realising Sam's request.
"Yes Ma'am!" he said as he raced into her bedroom and closed the door with a sharp snap.