"I'll bet ya fifty damned bucks that you can't do it."
Colonel Jack O'Neill leaned against the door of Major Carter's lab, the cockiest of grins on his face.
"Sir, I'm busy, really..."
Not intending to be dissuaded, the Colonel interrupted while waving a finger at his second in command.
"Now, Carter, I'm your CO. I'm telling, nay, ordering you to make time for this."
Carter buried her head deep in her hands, thinking of so many responses she could give. She knew Colonel O'Neill, and when he had his bone, he didn't let go. Ever. It was like trying to bend the jaws of life. She was his bone. Wow, that sounded inappropriate even just floating by as a splitsecond thought in her head. Looking up, he still had that dumb grin on his face, still waiting to hear what he wanted to hear. With great restraint she resisted the urge to take one of her heavier pieces of lab equipment and using it to demolish his. dumb. damned. face. Yepp, she was stuck now, he was waiting.
"Caaaaaaaaaaaaaaaarter," came the singsong voice from the door, "just admit it and I can go hooooooooooooooooome."
I know places you can go, Carter thought.
"Okay. Fine. You win. I can't do it."
Jack's eyes glimmered with mischief.
"Oh, but you can admit it with so much more military finess, Major."
"REALLY?!" Carter's voice went up way higher than she intended, but man, he deserved it.
"Really." Jack blinked with one eye, and gave a Casanova-smile.
"Sir," the word was spat out like venom, "you are right. I cannot even pretend that I have a life."
Jack looked at her, making a hand gesture indicating she wasn't done with the sentence yet and should continue.
"Sir," she finished.
Carter was about a split second away from attempted murder, but her CO was as happy as can be.
"Oh, don't be so hard on yourself, Major. Who makes you say such awful things?"
He turned on his heel and left, just as a very well thrown paperweight flew fullspeed in to his back.