Sam knocked on the door a short while after Jaffer fell asleep, and opened
it, peeking in. Jack smiled when he saw her, and gestured with his chin for
her to come on in. She did so, smiling as she walked across the room and
sat down on the sofa next to O'Neill.
"Wore him out, did you?"
"The shower does it to him every time."
"You gave him a shower?"
"He showered with me when I took mine."
Carter reached out and touched Jack's hair, which was still damp. She'd seen that he was clean, but just assumed that he'd changed clothes.
"How do you do it without dropping him?"
"He likes the shower. He just holds still and puts his head up against the spray. It's fun to watch."
"Sounds like it."
"Want to watch sometime?" Jack asked her, his eyes smiling as cheerfully as Jaffer's usually did. And with that same mischievous sparkle.
"Why didn't you invite me in the infirmary?"
Jack laughed, and reached out with his free hand and touched her cheek for just a moment. They tried not to show too much affection at work – mainly it was habit not to – but there were times when he just had to touch her. Usually when she said something cute like that.
"Shouldn't you be in your lab working on one of your doohickeys?"
"Yeah." She would have been if he hadn't dropped it and broken it, but Carter didn't tell him that. "But I thought I'd stop in and see how you two were doing."
"We're fine."
"Head hurt?"
"Nope." Well, yeah, it did a little. But he wasn't going to tell her that. For all Jack knew, Fraiser had sent Sam down to check on him.
"Need anything?"
"Nah. I'm going to do my paperwork."
"Uh huh."
"I am."
"Holding him?"
"Nah. He'll sleep for a while, probably. Which will give me time."
"Uh huh."
"Are you sure you don't have some doohickey you should be working on?"
Sam laughed, and leaned over and kissed... Jaffer. Gently, so she wouldn't wake him.
"Don't I get one?" Jack asked as she started to stand up.
She kissed him softly, and ran her fingers through his damp hair.
"What are you doing tonight?"
"Whatever you are."
"Good answer."
She grinned and left his office, figuring that she might as well go see if her 'doohickey' was salvageable.
~*~
Jack smiled as she left, and looked down at Jaffer. The puppy was still out like a light. He picked him up gently and place him on the sofa next to him, waited a moment to make sure the movement didn't wake him up, then stood up and went over to his desk. There was a ton of paperwork waiting for him. He had an IN box and an OUT box like everyone else, but they were both filled with IN box stuff. He sat down and reached for the first paper, looking at it. It was a requisition form that should have been filled out a week before. Especially considering the stuff he'd requisitioned was stuff they'd already gotten from Supply. Sighing, Jack pulled a pen from his desk, and put his name in the top space.
Then he looked over at Jaffer again. Yup, still sleeping. Jack put his rank down in the next space. And looked over at Jaffer. Still asleep? Yup. His serial number came next, and he put that in. And looked over at Jaffer, who was still dozing peacefully. Damn. Jack reached into his desk and pulled out a clean piece of paper and balled it up. Then threw it at Jaffer, hitting the puppy right on the top of the head. The brown eyes opened, but only for a moment, then they closed again. Jack grabbed another piece of paper and repeated the process, tossing it over at Jaffer and hitting him again. The eyes opened again, and the puppy yawned hugely as he lifted his head and looked around to see what was going on.
His eyes caught Jack sitting at his desk, and the tail wagged. There was his favorite person! O'Neill smiled and put the requisition paper back in his IN box.
"You awake, little man?" Jack asked. "That wasn't a very long nap."
Jaffer made a controlled fall off the sofa and came over to Jack's desk, his tail wagging furiously, and O'Neill reached down and picked him up and cuddled him. He couldn't do any paperwork with Jaffer awake, now could he? Of course not. Who'd keep the puppy out of trouble?
"Let's go see what's going on on the base, shall we?" Jack said, standing up and setting Jaffer down on the floor. The puppy thought this was a fine idea, and followed Jack willingly as the Colonel headed for the door. Besides, Jack could use a cup of coffee. Daniel probably had some made.
"Wore him out, did you?"
"The shower does it to him every time."
"You gave him a shower?"
"He showered with me when I took mine."
Carter reached out and touched Jack's hair, which was still damp. She'd seen that he was clean, but just assumed that he'd changed clothes.
"How do you do it without dropping him?"
"He likes the shower. He just holds still and puts his head up against the spray. It's fun to watch."
"Sounds like it."
"Want to watch sometime?" Jack asked her, his eyes smiling as cheerfully as Jaffer's usually did. And with that same mischievous sparkle.
"Why didn't you invite me in the infirmary?"
Jack laughed, and reached out with his free hand and touched her cheek for just a moment. They tried not to show too much affection at work – mainly it was habit not to – but there were times when he just had to touch her. Usually when she said something cute like that.
"Shouldn't you be in your lab working on one of your doohickeys?"
"Yeah." She would have been if he hadn't dropped it and broken it, but Carter didn't tell him that. "But I thought I'd stop in and see how you two were doing."
"We're fine."
"Head hurt?"
"Nope." Well, yeah, it did a little. But he wasn't going to tell her that. For all Jack knew, Fraiser had sent Sam down to check on him.
"Need anything?"
"Nah. I'm going to do my paperwork."
"Uh huh."
"I am."
"Holding him?"
"Nah. He'll sleep for a while, probably. Which will give me time."
"Uh huh."
"Are you sure you don't have some doohickey you should be working on?"
Sam laughed, and leaned over and kissed... Jaffer. Gently, so she wouldn't wake him.
"Don't I get one?" Jack asked as she started to stand up.
She kissed him softly, and ran her fingers through his damp hair.
"What are you doing tonight?"
"Whatever you are."
"Good answer."
She grinned and left his office, figuring that she might as well go see if her 'doohickey' was salvageable.
~*~
Jack smiled as she left, and looked down at Jaffer. The puppy was still out like a light. He picked him up gently and place him on the sofa next to him, waited a moment to make sure the movement didn't wake him up, then stood up and went over to his desk. There was a ton of paperwork waiting for him. He had an IN box and an OUT box like everyone else, but they were both filled with IN box stuff. He sat down and reached for the first paper, looking at it. It was a requisition form that should have been filled out a week before. Especially considering the stuff he'd requisitioned was stuff they'd already gotten from Supply. Sighing, Jack pulled a pen from his desk, and put his name in the top space.
Then he looked over at Jaffer again. Yup, still sleeping. Jack put his rank down in the next space. And looked over at Jaffer. Still asleep? Yup. His serial number came next, and he put that in. And looked over at Jaffer, who was still dozing peacefully. Damn. Jack reached into his desk and pulled out a clean piece of paper and balled it up. Then threw it at Jaffer, hitting the puppy right on the top of the head. The brown eyes opened, but only for a moment, then they closed again. Jack grabbed another piece of paper and repeated the process, tossing it over at Jaffer and hitting him again. The eyes opened again, and the puppy yawned hugely as he lifted his head and looked around to see what was going on.
His eyes caught Jack sitting at his desk, and the tail wagged. There was his favorite person! O'Neill smiled and put the requisition paper back in his IN box.
"You awake, little man?" Jack asked. "That wasn't a very long nap."
Jaffer made a controlled fall off the sofa and came over to Jack's desk, his tail wagging furiously, and O'Neill reached down and picked him up and cuddled him. He couldn't do any paperwork with Jaffer awake, now could he? Of course not. Who'd keep the puppy out of trouble?
"Let's go see what's going on on the base, shall we?" Jack said, standing up and setting Jaffer down on the floor. The puppy thought this was a fine idea, and followed Jack willingly as the Colonel headed for the door. Besides, Jack could use a cup of coffee. Daniel probably had some made.