Title: Currently very busy with college work. This was supposed to be a one off, but I wasn't sure where to go with it, hence the 'TBC?'. Thank you for the reviews!

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"Sure," Jack nodded with a slight frown, waving her inside, wondering why Cassie had suddenly driven off with her car.

"Thanks," she stepped inside, fidgeting on the spot for a second, "Cassie drove me here," she felt she had to offer an explanation.

He paused, "…I did wonder why Daniel appeared here minus his own car…"

"I was supposed to be giving Cassie a driving lesson. Except she decided to take over," Sam narrowed her eyes.

"Trust Cass," Jack commented, wandering into the kitchen, opening the fridge and holding out a beer, "Go for it."

"Guess I wont be driving anywhere soon," Sam mumbled, "Thanks, Sir. Bottle opener?"

He threw it across the kitchen at her, "So how's she doing?"

"She drives like you," she shot him a half smile, "Which apparently means she drives like me too."

"What, to intentionally piss everybody off if they piss me off?" Jack grinned, taking a seat on the couch.

"That's about it, yeah," she sat down opposite him.

He raised an eyebrow, "I don't bite, Carter."

With a semi-reluctant sigh she sat beside him on the sofa, "But yeah, she's doing good, Sir."

"And has possession of your car…"

"…And has possession of my car. My new car," Sam muttered wryly.

Jack took a drink of his beer, "So, what's new?"

"New since you saw me yesterday evening?"

"And forced you to leave."

"You did not!"

"I did too!"

"I left of my own accord," she nodded to herself.

"If 'of your own accord' means me herding you out of your lab and ordering you to the surface," he answered. The frown returned, "'Mr No Quarks'?"

Sam grinned, "…Something Cassie came up with. Private joke."

"With no help from you, of course."

"Of course, Sir."

"Carter, even your jokes have scientific terms in them," Jack regarded her with what was close to a serious expression, "Its kinda worrying."

"Cassie's joke, Sir, not mine," she stressed.

"Poor girl," he shook his head in dismay, "Poor, poor girl."

"Somebody has to counter your influence," she innocently took a drink from her beer.

"My influence?" he feigned surprise.

Sam nodded silently.

"What about Daniel and Teal'c's 'influence?" he questioned.

She thought about it for a moment, "…They're more subtle."
"I'm not subtle?"

She shook her head, "You don't do 'subtle' well, Sir."

"I can do subtle," Jack nodded to himself.

"Of course."

"I can!"

"Yes, Sir."

"What about when I sneaked your reports from your desk so I could check I was using the correct terms? That was subtle," Jack proposed.

"I knew they were gone," she smiled.

"You did not!"

"I did too!"

"Woah, déjà vu," he blinked.

"They were gone for several hours, Sir, I think I'd realise when something was missing from my desk," Sam insisted.

"You never knew," he drained some more of the beer.

"You never realised when I took your Gameboy form your desk," she grinned and tried not to laugh.

"You did what!?"

"I fixed it, I'll have you know."

"It wasn't broken!" Jack countered.

"Yes it was!" now she did laugh, "The back-light wasn't working; I'm surprised you could see anything!"

"…So that's why all the colours are brighter now?" he glanced at her, warily.

"Yes, Sir."

They sat in silence for several minutes before he felt compelled to speak;

"So why did Cassie drive you here?"

Sam glanced up from the beer she had been studying intently and gave him a look that said it all, before she returned to the fascinating glasswork.

He inclined his head slightly, with a sigh, suddenly finding his beer bottle as entertaining as she was finding hers, "…Sorry, Sam."

"For what?" she didn't look up.

"For this."

Sam shook her head, "You didn't write the regs."

"Wish I could un-write them," he mumbled.

She suddenly smiled, softly, "Its worth the trouble of her plotting just to hear you say that."

"Well, its true," Jack stood up, "Another beer?"

"We'll never get my car back," she reminded him.

He laughed, "Your car is in the possession of a teenager about to take her driving test. Do you really think you're going to get it back anytime soon?"

"I hope Daniel knows what he's doing," Sam stood and half followed him to the kitchen, "Why was Daniel over here anyway?"

"He just appeared randomly," the Colonel answered, "For 'a chat' apparently."

"A chat?" she leant against the table, "Daniel generally doesn't do 'a chat'."

"Guess I should've realised what him and Little Miss Learner-Driver were up to there and then," Jack opened one of the top cupboards, "…Hate to break this to you, Carter, but there's no food. Unless you want to perform scientific experiments on what's in my refrigerator."

For some reason, her mind was instantly in the gutter; she had to seriously concentrate on depressing thoughts not to laugh out loud, "As much fun as that'd be, Sir, no thank you."

He saw the laughter in her eyes and muttered something under his breath, with a half grin.

"What?" Sam demanded as he returned to the living room.

"Nothin'."

"Come on, O'Neill, out with it," she dared to say.

Jack threw his house keys over his shoulder at her, grabbing his coat on the way through, "Dirty mind, Carter."

"What're you doing, Sir?"

"We are going to buy some food."

"And you're going to drive?"

"No, there's a shop two streets over," he frowned at her as she shut the door behind her and locked it, "Then you can prove you can't cook," he reclaimed his keys and waited for her to catch up with him, "Drink driving? I'm not that stupid."

"You're going to make me cook?" Sam sounded sceptical.

He paused, "…Point taken."

She reached out and smacked him across the back of the head.

"Ow! What was that for?" Jack protested.

She strode ahead of him, confident smile on her face, "The compliment."

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