Another one of my nonsensical English 101 stories. I should really pick another topic. But it's just so fun to wow over your professor with nifty Sci-Fi stuff.
Sam folded another t-shirt, laying it in the white Rubbermaid laundry basket. She didn't have to help him with his laundry, but she didn't mind. Arguably, she didn't have anything else to do. The Ori were invading, but General O'Neill had ordered her off the base. She should be helping Daniel translate…stuff, but she was stuck away. The least she could do was laundry. She wore a pair of basketball shorts, a grey USAF t-shirt and a pair of flip-flops. She shut the lid to the washer, and sat down on top. She ran a hand through her still damp and messy hair.
He'd be by in a few hours, so while she was at the whole domesticated house-wife bit, she might as well cook. And since it really sucked to cook for yourself only, she might as well tell him to hang around for a while. She slid off the washer, searching for her cordless phone. She found her cell phone instead. Flipping the smooth, silver phone open, she pressed two, speed dial for General O'Neill's office.
"General O'Neill." She snorted mentally; he sounded like a secretary.
"It's Carter, sir."
"I thought I ordered you to take it easy."
"You also let me take your laundry home."
"Yes, well."
"I'm cooking. What do you want?" she leaned against the Formica countertop, playing with the rubber strap of her flip-flop.
"First laundry, now dinner. Sweet."
"Sir."
"Surprise me."
"Last time you told me that, you ended up sick."
"I already told you it was my fault."
"Okay."
"Now Carter, don't call again today. You are on leave."
"Jack," Carter began, shaking her head.
"I know Carter. I let you do my laundry." Click. She smiled, shaking her head.