Drabbles from Boredom
"CARTER!" barked the man in front of her, "Waaaayyyy too much information!"
"Well you did ask… SIR!" I feel myself replying, sarcasm dripping from every syllable. Opps when did that start happening? "I only did what any other woman would have done!"
"Hey! Sarcasm is my area… your's is to be as big a smartass as possible" he replied, "and what do you mean 'I only did what any other woman would have done?' I've never seen… let alone seen a woman do… that!"
How did this happen? We used to be such good friends… lately we just keep snapping at each other and making the whole team uncomfortable. Its both our faults really but ugh… if he didn't make me so mad I wouldn't be snarling at him at this moment. I can already feel the retort coming before I can stop it.
"Well being the smartass that I am its only natural that I react that way! It is after all my JOB!"
"What the hell is wrong with you… you're making the team and ME look like an idiot."
"With all due respect sir… you do that on your own." Ouch… I think that one actually hurt… damn… I'm being such a bitch at the moment.
"Well it's good to finally hear a honest opinion for once…" Ok that was uncalled for, I'm always frigging honest with him and the team except you know with… oh. Oh no… he did not just bring my love life into it…
"What the hell is that suppose to mean?"
He seems to deflate at that. I guess he wasn't expecting me to confront him on it.
"Carter… ah crap, just forget it." damn, this has gone from a damn argument about the stupid mission… to something we don't EVER acknowledge exists.
"Ok." I breathe. No sense going somewhere neither of us can really go. "I'm sorry sir. I didn't realise that my behaviour…"
"Carter, no… it's not your fault. Lets say that you were right, as usual." I smile at that and he does that half smile thing that seems to make my insides squirm (just a little). "And you go about fixing this doohickey-thing while I go find out why Daniel's disappeared again…"
Its his way at apologising and I'm not one to refuse one from a man that obviously finds it hard to admit he's wrong. I nod "Yes sir. I think he's hiding in the infirmary."
He nods and saunters out of my lab with his hands in his pockets. Ok so neither of us is really ok with the way things are at the moment but I think we're gonna make it.