Categories: Romance (established); Humor
"Hey, Carter; whatcha doin'?"
Sam smiled, even though she knew he couldn't see it through the phone line. "Actually … nothing," she admitted.
"What; nothing?" The man gasped theatrically. "Stop the presses – Carter's goofing off!"
"Say it a bit louder, why don't you?" Sam said. "I don't want the Head of Homeworld Security to hear you."
"Yeah; he's a grouchy old son of a bitch," Jack replied.
"Yes, he is. But I love him anyway," Sam said.
"He loves you, too," Jack said gruffly.
Sam smiled again. She'd been doing that a lot lately – smiling to herself. Maybe it was time she checked the O2 levels. "So … when will I be seeing you again?"
There was no recrimination in her tone. They might only see each other once or twice a month, but they were closer now than they'd ever been before their respective transfers.
"Get this, Carter – on Friday. I've got a week's leave and I thought I'd spend it with my favorite geek."
"Daniel will be thrilled." Things inside of Sam were doing the Snoopy dance.
"You're becoming very sarcastic as you're getting older," Jack commented. "I'm proud." There was a pause. "Anyway, I'd better go – need to give Senator Fox a hard time."
"Okay. I'll see you on Friday, then," Sam said. "I can't wait."
"Neither can I, Sam." There was another pause. "This is a cliché, but I don't want to hang up."
"You're such a child!" Sam laughed. "I'll hang up. Love you. Bye."
And she put the receiver down to the sound of his indignant yell.
Her cell phone flashed, indicating a SMS message.
Carter; I'm gonna make you pay for that
She hit the 'reply' option.
Bring it on, fly-boy
And the Snoopy dance began again in Sam's insides.
Ooooh, anticipation!