"So, you're saying no matter what you do, it's still Tuesday?" Jadzia asked, leaning against the table on about the 36th Tuesday Sam had experienced so far. This one consisted of just letting Dean run wild and seeing what happened regardless Sam was pretty convinced that at any moment he was going to hear Asia again, "Man, I don't even like Tuesdays."
"That's all you got?" Sam asked with a laugh, looking at the blond, "That you don't like Tuesdays," he shook his head and stared down at his feet. Any second now.
"I'm sorry. Was I more helpful the previous Tuesdays?" standing up straight and strolling towards him, "Let me tell you what I bet every single one of me said. This is magic so past my point of understanding I'm not even gonna light incense till you know what's happening. Since you're the only one that's gonna," she sat down next him on the bed, "That about right?"
"Yeah. Yep. Pretty much," Sam looked over at his companion, who was giving him one of those bright smiles that she always seemed to have when things got tough, "What?"
"I think I'm too consistent. 36 Tuesdays? 36?! And I have said the exact same thing every time," shaking her blond hair out of her face, she nudged Sam, "Are you a hundred percent sure it's gonna be Tuesday tomorrow?"
"Oh yes. Yes I am," Sam laughed, though having a look of great discomfort on his face at the thought. Though it melted into questions watching Jadzia furrow her eyebrows and tapping her lips with her finger, "I know that face, Jad, that's not a good face. That means you're going to do some-"
She was kissing him. Jadzia was kissing him. What was he supposed to do? What was happen- It was the heat of the moment!
"Rise and shine Sammy!"
37 Tuesdays.