Title: Done It
Summary: He did it...
Author: jacksrubberduckie
E-mail: jacksrubberduckie@yahoo.co.uk
Status: Complete
Rating: G
Category: Humour
Pairings: Nada
Season/Spoilers: N/A
Series/Sequel: Sequel to 'Metaphorical Ass Kicking'
Warnings: None
Disclaimer: I don't own anything! Okay? Got that? Both Sam and Jack will be returned in their original condition because I really can't afford to pay for any damage I may otherwise cause!
Archive: Heliopolis, FanFiction. Otherwise if you *really* want it just ask.
Author's Notes: sigh I really didn't mean to wind up writing a sequel but Sam and Spanky insisted. Just be warned you two; revenge will be mine!
I like feedback, really I do! And it doesn't cost you anything to send...:)
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She could see him in the reflection on the magnifying glass. He'd been stood there with a silly grin on his face for about five minutes since bouncing into the room. The bouncing was worrying enough in itself but the silly grin *that* was troubling...
"I did it." Okaaay... She quit the pretence of actually working and swivelled on her stool to face him.
"Sir?"
"I did it." Yup that smug look was definitely un-nerving.
"Did what, sir?"
"Fixed it." Ugh, and he accused her of never giving a straightforward answer. But the words 'fixed it', uh oh. The colonel didn't fix things, he broke them. Albeit un-intentionally. She tried to curb the trepidation in her voice as she asked the next obvious question.
"Fixed what?" The smug smile grew into a full-blown grin. She resisted the urge to groan.
"The computer." No. No way. He didn't just say that. Please. He couldn't have just said he just fixed a computer. She gulped, apparently audibly from the look on his face.
"You fixed a computer?"
"Yup." Okay so she did hear what she thought she heard. She started making a mental checklist of all the equipment she might need to fix whatever he'd done to 'fix' a computer. Right first things first. Find out what the problem was.
"What was wrong with the computer?" He pulled a hand out of one of his pockets and reached for the 'doohickey' she'd been working on before he'd dropped his bombshell. Without even looking she automatically swatted it away from the machinery.
"It froze." Her eyebrow rose seemingly of it's own accord.
"It froze?" He nodded. Actually maybe this wasn't going to be as bad as she first thought. "What did you do to fix it?"
"Pressed ctrl, alt and delete and rebooted." She let out the breath she'd been unconsciously holding. Wait a minute, he came all the way to her lab to tell her he rebooted his computer?
"Sir you do realise that there was probably nothing wrong with your computer in the first place? You probably just had too many programs open." He turned his attention back to her from the 'doohickey'.
"Ah yes Carter, but anyone can fix something that's broken, it takes a genius to fix something that already works." She stifled a giggle.
"A genius?" He raised an eyebrow, she sobered up a fraction, a *minute* fraction, "sir." He leaned toward her with a glint in his eye.
"You don't have to have a PhD to be a genius Carter." He turned on his heel and strode out of the room as Sam gave in and burst into giggles.
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jacksrubberduckie/July 3rd 2003
Summary: He did it...
Author: jacksrubberduckie
E-mail: jacksrubberduckie@yahoo.co.uk
Status: Complete
Rating: G
Category: Humour
Pairings: Nada
Season/Spoilers: N/A
Series/Sequel: Sequel to 'Metaphorical Ass Kicking'
Warnings: None
Disclaimer: I don't own anything! Okay? Got that? Both Sam and Jack will be returned in their original condition because I really can't afford to pay for any damage I may otherwise cause!
Archive: Heliopolis, FanFiction. Otherwise if you *really* want it just ask.
Author's Notes: sigh I really didn't mean to wind up writing a sequel but Sam and Spanky insisted. Just be warned you two; revenge will be mine!
I like feedback, really I do! And it doesn't cost you anything to send...:)
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
She could see him in the reflection on the magnifying glass. He'd been stood there with a silly grin on his face for about five minutes since bouncing into the room. The bouncing was worrying enough in itself but the silly grin *that* was troubling...
"I did it." Okaaay... She quit the pretence of actually working and swivelled on her stool to face him.
"Sir?"
"I did it." Yup that smug look was definitely un-nerving.
"Did what, sir?"
"Fixed it." Ugh, and he accused her of never giving a straightforward answer. But the words 'fixed it', uh oh. The colonel didn't fix things, he broke them. Albeit un-intentionally. She tried to curb the trepidation in her voice as she asked the next obvious question.
"Fixed what?" The smug smile grew into a full-blown grin. She resisted the urge to groan.
"The computer." No. No way. He didn't just say that. Please. He couldn't have just said he just fixed a computer. She gulped, apparently audibly from the look on his face.
"You fixed a computer?"
"Yup." Okay so she did hear what she thought she heard. She started making a mental checklist of all the equipment she might need to fix whatever he'd done to 'fix' a computer. Right first things first. Find out what the problem was.
"What was wrong with the computer?" He pulled a hand out of one of his pockets and reached for the 'doohickey' she'd been working on before he'd dropped his bombshell. Without even looking she automatically swatted it away from the machinery.
"It froze." Her eyebrow rose seemingly of it's own accord.
"It froze?" He nodded. Actually maybe this wasn't going to be as bad as she first thought. "What did you do to fix it?"
"Pressed ctrl, alt and delete and rebooted." She let out the breath she'd been unconsciously holding. Wait a minute, he came all the way to her lab to tell her he rebooted his computer?
"Sir you do realise that there was probably nothing wrong with your computer in the first place? You probably just had too many programs open." He turned his attention back to her from the 'doohickey'.
"Ah yes Carter, but anyone can fix something that's broken, it takes a genius to fix something that already works." She stifled a giggle.
"A genius?" He raised an eyebrow, she sobered up a fraction, a *minute* fraction, "sir." He leaned toward her with a glint in his eye.
"You don't have to have a PhD to be a genius Carter." He turned on his heel and strode out of the room as Sam gave in and burst into giggles.
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jacksrubberduckie/July 3rd 2003
