Title: Home Improvement
Author: Squeakg809303/strg8luvr
Disclaimer: The characters aren't mine
Summary: Just what the title says…no hidden meanings
Pairing: S/J of course... who else?
A.N.: Story may not be plausible but… oh well now Mark really has no reason to be there he's just there for the story's sake and Sam is older than him to put emphasis on the fact she hasn't started a life yet. And I don't know if Sam actually has a back porch. Janet is still alive and Pete's GONE…like yesterday is gone, like history is gone, like Elvis and his mom like Al Pacino's cash!!!
Sam stood in the entrance to her backyard. Sam was rarely home but due to her sprained ankle, Janet put her on a week's downtime for it to heal. Over the last few hours, as long as she as has been home, Sam was agonizingly bored. Now looking out at her backyard as if it would just scream out something for her to do, she was becoming more agitated. Then her eyes scanned across the railing of her porch and she cringed. 'Wow, now that needs work' she thought. Unfortunately it was her right ankle that was injured and Janet firmly avowed that Sam was not to drive. Sam huffed and hobbled off to her living room dumping herself on the couch. "What am I supposed to do now?" Then she got an idea. Colonel O'Neill, undoubtedly he would want to help, which would be nice and he has a truck, not only that but he asked me to ask him for help if I needed it. Sam shambled over to her phone and dialed his number.
"O'Neill" He mumbled into the phone
"Hello. Sir" She answered back.
"Carter" He said almost as if asking a question but not quite
"Um, Sir, Are you busy?"
"What do you need, Carter?'
"Your truck" She said quickly
"For what?" He Inquired
"Home Improvement" She answered, after a long pause she added "Please, Sir!?" She was pleading
"Ok, Carter I'll be over in 30 minutes." Then she heard the click that officially concluded their conversation. Sam walked, with much difficulty, to her room to shower and get dressed. As soon as she was finished getting dressed in a short sleeve shirt and capris, the doorbell rang. She walked to the door and opened it. 'Well that's not normal.' Sam thought as she looked at Jack. He was wearing a collared shirt and Dickies shorts. 'He still looks good though'…'Where that come from?' she thought.
"Shall we?" Jack pulled her out or her thinking
"Yeah, let me grab my keys" she disappeared in her house for a few seconds, then came out closing the door behind her then locking it. It was a little awkward for both of them but not enough to give up on her project.
The ride was spent was discussing what Sam would need and
the execution for the quickest shopping trip. Sam was to find the paints, Jack was to find the tools and supplies and they were going to meet in the woods for some replacement columns. The ride home Sam was telling Jack her because she knew he would stay and help. Sam was just telling Jack that she wanted to get the replacement columns out first and pain them and everything before they put them in place when they pulled into the driveway to an unfamiliar car.
"Who the hell is this?" Sam asked aloud but to herself. Jack just sat mutely in his truck as Sam vigilantly got out of the truck and toddled to the unknown vehicle. In the truck Jack rolled down the window just enough for the conversation not to be muted and listened in.
Sam was knocking on the person's window, the person was now turning his head from what he was doing. The fact that obviously this person was here for Sam and was still in his car was kind of odd; there is no way in hell he didn't hear them pull up. When Sam saw who was in the car she almost tripped over herself.