The Screw
This ficlet is an adaptation of the ficlet "The Screw" wrote by EridaniMoon for the Stargate SG-1 fandom. Adaptation done with the permission (and help) of the original writer.
"No... Pete, it doesn't go there! Ouch, damn it, will you watch what you're doing?" Cursing at the man above her, Helena shifted, bringing his body into closer contact as she stated, "There... Yes, that hole... Bloody hell, I thought you knew what you were doing?"
"Easy for you to say woman. All you have to do is lie there while I do all the work." Grunting with the effort, he laughed as he finally found the correct opening and muttered, "It's about time you bitch! That's it... almost... There!"
"Damn it Pete, will you just put it in and be done? Your weight is killing me here!" Shifting restlessly beneath him, Helena rolled her eyes as he collapsed against her, sweat dripping from his face as he smiled idiotically at her. Pushing at his chest, she muttered, "You got your thing in, now get the hell of me!"
"That's get the hell off me please." Rolling to her side, Pete placed his forearm over his eyes, his body trembling as he offered, "Thanks for the help HG. I'm not sure what I would have done if you hadn't..."
"Can it Lattimer." Scooting away from him, Helena rose to her feet, stretching out the kinks in her back by bending in half at the waist and touching her hands to the floor.
Laughing at the look of shock on his face as she rose once again, she raised an eyebrow and demanded, "What's wrong Peter? Haven't you ever seen someone practice Yoga before?"
"Not quite like that." Rising with a groan, Pete shook his head at stretched his arms above his head, glancing around the almost immaculate room. Wandering to the shelf several feet away, he picked up a device and questioned, "What exactly does this do?"
"If you don't know, I don't think I'm inclined to tell you." Walking the few feet that separated them, Helena yanked the object from his hands, carefully placing it back in place before asking, "Is there anything else that I can help you with, Mister Lattimer? I don't mean to be rude, but I do have some other things to do."
"No, I think that's all. This time anyway." Walking towards the door, he suddenly stopped and turned back towards her and asked, "What did I do before I knew you HG?"
"You went to see professionals and paid them large sums of money, from what Myka told me." Grimacing at the stain on her hand and the wrecked manicure she had gotten with Myka the day before, Helena sighed and added, "But I think from now on you'll come to see me whenever you need help."
"I'll try not to overdo it I promise." A speculative look filled his eyes as he questioned "So, we still on for dinner tonight? You, me and our girls. It's going to be epic!"
A smile filled Helena's face; turning her eyes even darker at the thought of being with her friends and lover, and with a wink she replied, "Only on one condition. Next time I get to change the oil in your SUV alone."