"We're going to your house?" Sam asked as Jack pushed her down the corridor towards the elevator.
"Yup."
"Maybe we should stop and get groceries?"
"I did that yesterday."
"You did?"
"Yup."
"Real groceries?" She asked. "Beer and cereal-"
"Yes. Real groceries." He scowled down at her, but since she was looking over at Jaffer, she didn't see it. "No cereal. No beer. And fresh milk."
"Really?"
"Yup."
He had one of the Marines at the final checkpoint come out to his truck with them. He didn't want to have to take the wheelchair back. Besides, this way he didn't risk dropping Sam when he put her in the truck.
Jack opened the passenger side door, and Jaffer hopped in first, going over to Jack's seat and watching as O'Neill and the Marine carefully pulled Carter out of the wheelchair and eased her up into her seat. Once he had her buckled in, he thanked the Marine and sent him off with the wheelchair.
"You're not driving," Jack told Jaffer as he came around and opened his door. The black lab was still behind the wheel, and looked down at Jack happily. Obviously, though, he decided that he wasn't going to be handed the keys, because a moment later he moved and took over the jump seat behind Sam.
"They still haven't taught him that one?" Sam asked, grinning, sleepily. She was still a little dazed by the painkillers, but not as out of it as she'd been the day before.
"Nah." O'Neill had nothing to complain about, though. The guys that were training Jack and Jaffer for he and Teal'c were doing an excellent job. Jack leaned over to kiss her softly, but Jaffer stuck his head in the way, and Jack got a face full of fur. He spit out a few hairs, and glared at Jaffer, but the dog and Sam both knew that he wasn't angry. Nothing Jaffer did ever made Jack angry, much to Sam's amazement.
"Fine. You kiss her for me, and I'll drive."
Jaffer licked Sam's face as if he understood completely what Jack had said, and Sam wiped slobber off her chin. She was used to that by now, though, and didn't mind a bit.
"How do you feel?" Jack asked, as he started the truck.
"Sore and a little sleepy."
"Ribs hurt?"
She nodded, leaning back and closing her eyes as they pulled out of the base and headed for his house.
Jack used his left hand for steering, and reached over with his right hand and took her hand in his. He placed it on his thigh, since he could drive all that well with his arm stretched across the seat, but Sam's smile told him she didn't mind the new position at all. She ran her fingers idly along his leg as they drove; glad to be out of the infirmary, and off base.
........................
He pulled the truck into the driveway a short while later, and told her to stay put for a second. Getting out, he gestured for Jaffer to jump down as well, and he went and unlocked and opened his door before coming back to get her.
"I can walk." She told him, when he opened the passenger door and gathered her up into his arms.
"Fraiser said you're not supposed to."
"What does she know?"
"She's a doctor."
"Yeah? I'll remember you said that the next time you're stuck in her infirmary."
"That's different." Jack said, picking her up and heading for the door, carrying her easily. She wasn't fat, after all.
"How is it any different?"
"It's you."
Well, that made no sense at all. Sam snorted, but rested her cheek against Jack's. She was already in his arms, after all, and she didn't want to struggle now and make him drop her. But she wasn't going to let him carry her all over! Just this once.
"Bed?" Jack asked.
"Or...?"
"Couch."
She could sprawl in bed. But she wouldn't be able to see what was going around her if she was stuck in the bedroom. Of course, at the moment she was sleepy, and would prefer to just sleep. Jack held her patiently as he waited for her to make up her mind.
"Bed."
He nodded, and carried her into his room, and settled her on the bed, pulling the covers back, then tucking a couple pillows behind her so she was sitting upright.
"Comfortable?"
She nodded, smiling up at him. Maybe she was a little sore from having her ribs jarred while he carried her, but that wasn't his fault, and she wasn't going to mention it.
"Good." He sat down on the edge of the bed, and looked her over carefully. He knew what she normally looked like – he knew her face and expression by heart, after all – so he knew what she should look like, and she looked a little pale. But that could be the medication.
"You okay? Any pain?"
"No."
Jaffer jumped up on the bed, and stepped over Sam carefully to flop down on the other side of her with a contented sigh. He didn't know why they weren't still at the base, but if they weren't going to be, then he was going to nap. He wasn't above being lazy when he could get away with it, after all.
"I need to go close the door and get a few things out of the truck. Jaffer will keep you company, okay?"
"Don't be gone long."
"I won't." He kissed her softly, deepened it just a little, but pulled away before he could drive both of them crazy with a long, lingering kiss. "Try to sleep."
"After that?" Sam grinned. "You've got to be kidding."
O'Neill smiled, and stood up.
"I'll be back soon."
She nodded, and rested her hand on Jaffer's side, rubbing the lab's belly gently. He, of course, was more than willing to be her fingernail buffer, and he rolled slightly to give her better access to the rest of his belly. She fell asleep only moments later, her hand becoming still as the action soothed her to sleep.
"Yup."
"Maybe we should stop and get groceries?"
"I did that yesterday."
"You did?"
"Yup."
"Real groceries?" She asked. "Beer and cereal-"
"Yes. Real groceries." He scowled down at her, but since she was looking over at Jaffer, she didn't see it. "No cereal. No beer. And fresh milk."
"Really?"
"Yup."
He had one of the Marines at the final checkpoint come out to his truck with them. He didn't want to have to take the wheelchair back. Besides, this way he didn't risk dropping Sam when he put her in the truck.
Jack opened the passenger side door, and Jaffer hopped in first, going over to Jack's seat and watching as O'Neill and the Marine carefully pulled Carter out of the wheelchair and eased her up into her seat. Once he had her buckled in, he thanked the Marine and sent him off with the wheelchair.
"You're not driving," Jack told Jaffer as he came around and opened his door. The black lab was still behind the wheel, and looked down at Jack happily. Obviously, though, he decided that he wasn't going to be handed the keys, because a moment later he moved and took over the jump seat behind Sam.
"They still haven't taught him that one?" Sam asked, grinning, sleepily. She was still a little dazed by the painkillers, but not as out of it as she'd been the day before.
"Nah." O'Neill had nothing to complain about, though. The guys that were training Jack and Jaffer for he and Teal'c were doing an excellent job. Jack leaned over to kiss her softly, but Jaffer stuck his head in the way, and Jack got a face full of fur. He spit out a few hairs, and glared at Jaffer, but the dog and Sam both knew that he wasn't angry. Nothing Jaffer did ever made Jack angry, much to Sam's amazement.
"Fine. You kiss her for me, and I'll drive."
Jaffer licked Sam's face as if he understood completely what Jack had said, and Sam wiped slobber off her chin. She was used to that by now, though, and didn't mind a bit.
"How do you feel?" Jack asked, as he started the truck.
"Sore and a little sleepy."
"Ribs hurt?"
She nodded, leaning back and closing her eyes as they pulled out of the base and headed for his house.
Jack used his left hand for steering, and reached over with his right hand and took her hand in his. He placed it on his thigh, since he could drive all that well with his arm stretched across the seat, but Sam's smile told him she didn't mind the new position at all. She ran her fingers idly along his leg as they drove; glad to be out of the infirmary, and off base.
........................
He pulled the truck into the driveway a short while later, and told her to stay put for a second. Getting out, he gestured for Jaffer to jump down as well, and he went and unlocked and opened his door before coming back to get her.
"I can walk." She told him, when he opened the passenger door and gathered her up into his arms.
"Fraiser said you're not supposed to."
"What does she know?"
"She's a doctor."
"Yeah? I'll remember you said that the next time you're stuck in her infirmary."
"That's different." Jack said, picking her up and heading for the door, carrying her easily. She wasn't fat, after all.
"How is it any different?"
"It's you."
Well, that made no sense at all. Sam snorted, but rested her cheek against Jack's. She was already in his arms, after all, and she didn't want to struggle now and make him drop her. But she wasn't going to let him carry her all over! Just this once.
"Bed?" Jack asked.
"Or...?"
"Couch."
She could sprawl in bed. But she wouldn't be able to see what was going around her if she was stuck in the bedroom. Of course, at the moment she was sleepy, and would prefer to just sleep. Jack held her patiently as he waited for her to make up her mind.
"Bed."
He nodded, and carried her into his room, and settled her on the bed, pulling the covers back, then tucking a couple pillows behind her so she was sitting upright.
"Comfortable?"
She nodded, smiling up at him. Maybe she was a little sore from having her ribs jarred while he carried her, but that wasn't his fault, and she wasn't going to mention it.
"Good." He sat down on the edge of the bed, and looked her over carefully. He knew what she normally looked like – he knew her face and expression by heart, after all – so he knew what she should look like, and she looked a little pale. But that could be the medication.
"You okay? Any pain?"
"No."
Jaffer jumped up on the bed, and stepped over Sam carefully to flop down on the other side of her with a contented sigh. He didn't know why they weren't still at the base, but if they weren't going to be, then he was going to nap. He wasn't above being lazy when he could get away with it, after all.
"I need to go close the door and get a few things out of the truck. Jaffer will keep you company, okay?"
"Don't be gone long."
"I won't." He kissed her softly, deepened it just a little, but pulled away before he could drive both of them crazy with a long, lingering kiss. "Try to sleep."
"After that?" Sam grinned. "You've got to be kidding."
O'Neill smiled, and stood up.
"I'll be back soon."
She nodded, and rested her hand on Jaffer's side, rubbing the lab's belly gently. He, of course, was more than willing to be her fingernail buffer, and he rolled slightly to give her better access to the rest of his belly. She fell asleep only moments later, her hand becoming still as the action soothed her to sleep.