Jail House Rock – Chapter 2

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What in heaven's name had they gotten themselves into, Jack wondered for the millionth time as he turned his truck around for the return trip. It would take him three hours to get back.

"This had better be good."

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"Thanks, Doug," Sam smiled at the prison guard as he handed around some coffee.

She leaned back against the wall as she took a sip and sighed in relief.

"Hey, lady," Snake spoke up from the other side of the cell. "What you do to get in here anyway?"

Sam looked over at Teal'c and Jonas. Jonas couldn't help but grin. Teal'c's eyes lit up at the memory.

*Oh, why not,* Sam couldn't help but smile to herself.

"Well, you see, we were trying to teach Jonas here how to drive."

If it was possible, Jonas' grin got even bigger.

"You don't know how to drive?" Spike asked incredulously.

"Man, I was hotwiring cars since I was 14!" Bill exclaimed.

"I was doing really good too. Wasn't I, Teal'c?"

"Indeed."

Doug chuckled from his corner.

"Well, I don't think that farmer appreciated you holding Driver's Ed. in his field."

"Oh come on," Sam jumped in. "It's the middle of winter. It's not like he could grow anything."

"Trespassing's trespassing. Besides, your friend here doesn't even have a beginner's permit."

They shrugged, not really pleased with his logic.

"I suppose my pop-a-wheelies and doughnuts probably worried him," Jonas finally decided.

The others nodded.

"Maybe."

Jonas still couldn't help but grin at the memory.

A sigh sounded from the corner. Bill sat with his arms resting on his thighs.

"I can still remember my first car," he sighed. "She was a beauty. Candyapple red. Sparkling chrome finish. Leather interior. Too bad the owner had to get so upset."

Spike reached over and gave the big guy a pat on the shoulder.

"I mean, he had three other cars!"

Sam and the others nodded in support.

"That must have been really hard for you."

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The time ticked slowly by. Snake was now telling them his tale of lost love. Even Doug had pulled his chair closer to the cell to hear better.

"She didn't even tell me face to face. Just left a 'Dear Snake' letter."

"How awful!"

"That's terrible."

"Aw, who am I kidding. He was good looking, rich, sophisticated. What would she have wanted with an old coot like me."

"Hey, don't say that!" Sam crossed over and sat beside him, putting her arm around his shoulders. "You are a wonderful, kind-hearted person. If Maxine couldn't appreciate that, then I say good riddance to her. You deserve better!"

"Yeah," they all agreed.

Snake took a deep breath and nodded his head.

"Thanks guys, that means a lot."

Suddenly the door burst open, letting in a burst of cold air.

"Colonel! You made it!"

"O'Neill, it is most good to see you."

Doug got up from his chair and straightened up his shirt, a little embarrassed at his lapse of professionalism.

"Can I help you, sir?"

"Yeah, I'm here to break these guys out of jail. What's the bail?"

"Oh well, there was no real harm done. They won't be eligible to drive for quite some time, but I think they've learned their lesson."

They gave him appreciative smiles.

"Thanks Doug."

"Yeah, thanks."

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It was after midnight when they finally squeezed into Jack's truck.

"Thanks for coming to get us, sir."

"About that. Why didn't you just call Hammond? He could have had you out of there in less than an hour."

"Um, we were kind of hoping he wouldn't have to find out about this."

"It's a little embarrassing, sir."

"I believe General Hammond would be most displeased."

"Yeah, well, I don't think when he gave you all downtime he had trespassing, pop-a-wheelies, driving without a license, and Snake, Spike, and Butch in mind."

"Actually, that was Bill, sir, and they were all very nice."

"I'm sure. Look, all right, we won't tell the General. But after this, when you get the urge to do something crazy, just count to ten and go play a board game. Understood?"

"Yes sir."

"Very well, O'Neill."

"Good. Now let's go fishing!"

A collective groan.

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Meanwhile, back at the jailhouse.

"Those were real nice, decent folk."

"Yeah. I'm sure going to miss them."

"Hey, Doug! You got anymore of that coffee?"

"You know what fellas?" Doug decided. "I think we've all had a really good self-reflecting time. Why don't we call it an evening? You're all free to go."

"Thanks, Doug!"

"Yeah, thanks buddy!"

"What a great guy."

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Two hours had passed.

"Are we almost there yet?"

"Oh, about an hour and a half left to go."

Silence.

"Hey, can I drive?"

"NO!"

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Just one more chapter to go, everyone! How are you liking it? Not as funny as I'd wanted, but I hope you enjoyed anyway! The next chapter will probably go up in a few hours. Oh, and I'm watching in syndication, so I just saw "Shadows and Mirrors" last week where Jonas is envying Teal'c for being able to drive. If he learned in a later episode, I didn't realize. Hope that's okay! Hey, maybe I should write one about Teal'c's driving lessons. . . Don't you just love snow days?