Jack and Jaffer 5
Disclaimer: Jack and Sam are not mine (sigh) Dr. Ray, and Jaffer are, though!
~*~
"Good morning."
Jack smiled and opened the door to let Sam in, and Carter found herself overwhelmingly being greeted by Jaffer, who was so happy to see her that his tail was wagging so hard it was practically going to go flying off any second. The young black lab didn't jump up on her; he'd had that bad habit trained out of him fairly quickly, but he did stick his nose into her crotch in an effort to get some serious attention. Which worked, like it always did.
Sam's hand reached down to move his head, and like everyone else did, she distracted his apparent need for sniffing her more private areas by petting him. Jack watched, amazed. He had a sneaking feeling that the lab did that sort of thing on purpose, knowing that people didn't like it, and knowing that they'd pet him every time, just to keep him from doing it. His dog was a lot smarter than he acted, sometimes.
"Good morning, Jack – and good morning, Jaffer!" She smiled her dazzling smile at O'Neill while she gave Jaffer a final pat, and the three of them moved into the living room.
"We're just finishing breakfast," Jack told her, pointing to the plate on the table that was covered in sausages and eggs. More than O'Neill himself could eat, but Sam knew from experience that Jaffer was helping him quite willingly. The black lab was five months old now, but he was huge for his age, and while part of that was simply a genetic thing – Shadow, Jaffer's mother, had been a large dog as well – another part of that was because Jack made sure that Jaffer never missed a meal. "Are you hungry?"
"Nope." She'd just eaten, herself.
Sam sat down at the table and helped herself to her commanding officer's juice while he and Jaffer finished off the plate of sausages and eggs. This was accomplished by Jack eating a sausage, then handing one to Jaffer – who carefully took it from his hand – then Jack would eat another, then hand another to Jaffer and so on.
"I thought you were teaching him tricks?" Sam said.
"Not me. The guys at the base who are training him the fine art of guard dogging are."
"Can he do any, yet?"
Jack grinned, and looked over at her. "Of course he can, Sam. He's a doggie genius."
"Uh huh." He looked more like a doggie troublemaker, and Carter knew from experience that she was right.
O'Neill picked up a sausage, and held it up.
"Jaffer, sit."
Jaffer's black butt was instantly on the floor, and Sam had to admit she was impressed. The sausage was handed over and devoured immediately.
"That's pretty good."
"It gets better." Another sausage was displayed to the waiting dog, who was wagging his tail, idly. Jaffer loved doing tricks. "Speak."
Woof!
Too easy. The sausage vanished, and Jaffer's eyes were grinning as playfully as Jack's were when he turned to look at Sam.
"Wow."
"Oh, there's more." Jack said, smiling. "He knows a lot of tricks, and the guys at the base are teaching him new things every day." Jack held up the juice that Sam was drinking, and displayed it to Jaffer.
"Get me some juice, Jaffer."
"No way."
"Watch."
The dog turned and headed for the kitchen. He walked to the fridge and opened it using the towel that was hanging on the door for just that purpose. Sam watched in amazement as the big black head vanished for a moment, and reappeared with a small plastic bottle of orange juice, which was brought over to O'Neill. Another sausage was handed over.
"That's amazing."
"I know." Jack smiled proudly, and rubbed his dog's ears. "I think the guys are having some kind of contest to see who can teach him the craziest trick and impress me the most. Either that, or they're just bored with the usual stuff."
Of course, they'd been dog-sitting Jaffer since he was two months old – and younger – so it was possible they'd run out of the regular things to teach him, Sam decided.
"We'd better get going, Jack, if we're going to drop your truck off before we have to be at the base." Sam told him, still looking at the orange juice bottle that had been handed over to her. "Are you having trouble with it?"
"Nah," Jack said, standing up and going over to close the refrigerator door – something they hadn't taught his dog yet. "Jaffer chewed up the seatbelts, so I need to get them replaced."
So the doggie genius still hadn't gotten out of the habit of chewing up everything in sight, had he? Sam grinned, and Jack scowled.
"It's not funny, Carter."
"Uh huh."
He kissed her, just to make her stop smiling at him, and then called Jaffer and grabbed up his keys.
"You follow us, okay?"
~*~
The man's name was Reggie. If anyone had asked him if he was a drunk, he'd have said no, of course. Sure, he liked to take a nip of whiskey here and there – who didn't? – but he could handle his liquor. A drunk was someone who couldn't. Of course, if someone were to ask Reggie's friends if he was a drunk, there would have been no hesitation. The man had been pulled over and arrested more times for driving intoxicated than the Yankees had won the World Series. He was a first class drunk. And he was just coming home from his latest all night party with his buddies.
Reggie had his radio up fairly loud. He loved listening to Jazz. Loved it more than anything – except maybe drinking – and his car was filled with CDs of all his favorites. He didn't hear the people honking their horns at him when he cut them off as he drove towards his house that morning. He saw a few fingers, but people were rude nowadays, weren't they, and wasn't that just like people to flip off a guy when all he wanted to do was get home and sleep off a hard night? He made a rude gesture of his own here and there, and then he saw the cute brunette walking down the street, and he just had to wave at her, and whistle.
He was still looking at her when he drove through the stoplight. The very red stoplight. And he didn't see the truck until the sound of screeching tires drew his attention from the lovely young woman. The next thing he felt was the impact of his car crashing into the side of the truck, then he heard the scream of the brunette whose attention he'd been so desperately trying to get in the first place. His head snapped forward, and his face hit the steering wheel, and Reggie didn't feel anything else.
Disclaimer: Jack and Sam are not mine (sigh) Dr. Ray, and Jaffer are, though!
~*~
"Good morning."
Jack smiled and opened the door to let Sam in, and Carter found herself overwhelmingly being greeted by Jaffer, who was so happy to see her that his tail was wagging so hard it was practically going to go flying off any second. The young black lab didn't jump up on her; he'd had that bad habit trained out of him fairly quickly, but he did stick his nose into her crotch in an effort to get some serious attention. Which worked, like it always did.
Sam's hand reached down to move his head, and like everyone else did, she distracted his apparent need for sniffing her more private areas by petting him. Jack watched, amazed. He had a sneaking feeling that the lab did that sort of thing on purpose, knowing that people didn't like it, and knowing that they'd pet him every time, just to keep him from doing it. His dog was a lot smarter than he acted, sometimes.
"Good morning, Jack – and good morning, Jaffer!" She smiled her dazzling smile at O'Neill while she gave Jaffer a final pat, and the three of them moved into the living room.
"We're just finishing breakfast," Jack told her, pointing to the plate on the table that was covered in sausages and eggs. More than O'Neill himself could eat, but Sam knew from experience that Jaffer was helping him quite willingly. The black lab was five months old now, but he was huge for his age, and while part of that was simply a genetic thing – Shadow, Jaffer's mother, had been a large dog as well – another part of that was because Jack made sure that Jaffer never missed a meal. "Are you hungry?"
"Nope." She'd just eaten, herself.
Sam sat down at the table and helped herself to her commanding officer's juice while he and Jaffer finished off the plate of sausages and eggs. This was accomplished by Jack eating a sausage, then handing one to Jaffer – who carefully took it from his hand – then Jack would eat another, then hand another to Jaffer and so on.
"I thought you were teaching him tricks?" Sam said.
"Not me. The guys at the base who are training him the fine art of guard dogging are."
"Can he do any, yet?"
Jack grinned, and looked over at her. "Of course he can, Sam. He's a doggie genius."
"Uh huh." He looked more like a doggie troublemaker, and Carter knew from experience that she was right.
O'Neill picked up a sausage, and held it up.
"Jaffer, sit."
Jaffer's black butt was instantly on the floor, and Sam had to admit she was impressed. The sausage was handed over and devoured immediately.
"That's pretty good."
"It gets better." Another sausage was displayed to the waiting dog, who was wagging his tail, idly. Jaffer loved doing tricks. "Speak."
Woof!
Too easy. The sausage vanished, and Jaffer's eyes were grinning as playfully as Jack's were when he turned to look at Sam.
"Wow."
"Oh, there's more." Jack said, smiling. "He knows a lot of tricks, and the guys at the base are teaching him new things every day." Jack held up the juice that Sam was drinking, and displayed it to Jaffer.
"Get me some juice, Jaffer."
"No way."
"Watch."
The dog turned and headed for the kitchen. He walked to the fridge and opened it using the towel that was hanging on the door for just that purpose. Sam watched in amazement as the big black head vanished for a moment, and reappeared with a small plastic bottle of orange juice, which was brought over to O'Neill. Another sausage was handed over.
"That's amazing."
"I know." Jack smiled proudly, and rubbed his dog's ears. "I think the guys are having some kind of contest to see who can teach him the craziest trick and impress me the most. Either that, or they're just bored with the usual stuff."
Of course, they'd been dog-sitting Jaffer since he was two months old – and younger – so it was possible they'd run out of the regular things to teach him, Sam decided.
"We'd better get going, Jack, if we're going to drop your truck off before we have to be at the base." Sam told him, still looking at the orange juice bottle that had been handed over to her. "Are you having trouble with it?"
"Nah," Jack said, standing up and going over to close the refrigerator door – something they hadn't taught his dog yet. "Jaffer chewed up the seatbelts, so I need to get them replaced."
So the doggie genius still hadn't gotten out of the habit of chewing up everything in sight, had he? Sam grinned, and Jack scowled.
"It's not funny, Carter."
"Uh huh."
He kissed her, just to make her stop smiling at him, and then called Jaffer and grabbed up his keys.
"You follow us, okay?"
~*~
The man's name was Reggie. If anyone had asked him if he was a drunk, he'd have said no, of course. Sure, he liked to take a nip of whiskey here and there – who didn't? – but he could handle his liquor. A drunk was someone who couldn't. Of course, if someone were to ask Reggie's friends if he was a drunk, there would have been no hesitation. The man had been pulled over and arrested more times for driving intoxicated than the Yankees had won the World Series. He was a first class drunk. And he was just coming home from his latest all night party with his buddies.
Reggie had his radio up fairly loud. He loved listening to Jazz. Loved it more than anything – except maybe drinking – and his car was filled with CDs of all his favorites. He didn't hear the people honking their horns at him when he cut them off as he drove towards his house that morning. He saw a few fingers, but people were rude nowadays, weren't they, and wasn't that just like people to flip off a guy when all he wanted to do was get home and sleep off a hard night? He made a rude gesture of his own here and there, and then he saw the cute brunette walking down the street, and he just had to wave at her, and whistle.
He was still looking at her when he drove through the stoplight. The very red stoplight. And he didn't see the truck until the sound of screeching tires drew his attention from the lovely young woman. The next thing he felt was the impact of his car crashing into the side of the truck, then he heard the scream of the brunette whose attention he'd been so desperately trying to get in the first place. His head snapped forward, and his face hit the steering wheel, and Reggie didn't feel anything else.