"Everything okay?" Jack asked as Sam reread the amendment.
"Yes sir, just something my Dad mentioned." She replied.
"Something about a certain regulation?" Jack questioned.
"Yes, it's nice to know I can get even closer to insubordination without getting into trouble about it." She smiled knowing what regulation he was talking about.
"I think that's my fault, he doesn't want to have to put me up for court martial every week. Kind of cuts in on time set aside for defending the planet, kicking Goa'uld butt you know what we're paid to do."
"That's a shame we could have set Janet up with your defence lawyer." Sam winked at him.
"You ever been court martialed?" Jack asked. "It's not fun."
"I had an article 32 hearing after there was a small explosion in a lab at the Pentagon. But they found it wasn't my fault because the cause of the explosion was a piece of faulty equipment which I had sent to be fixed but wasn't. So they wiped it from my record."
"Yeah, well I've been through at least two they're not good."
"But how far is too far when it comes to insubordination?" She asked.
"I'll let you know if you get too close." He took a small taste of the sauce and frowned. "Here try this." He held out the spoon so she could taste it. "There's something not quite right about it." Sam tasted the sauce, before thinking. She opened the kitchen cupboard and took out a couple of items. She tipped in a splash of tomato ketchup, a dash of Worcestershire sauce and a pinch of nutmeg.
"Try that." She waited for him to taste.
"Better, thanks." His arm brushed hers. "Look the spaghetti is done and this will take another couple of minutes so go and sit down."
"Okay." Sam took the book with her. Her mind racing as well as her heart. If Jack knew about the regulation change where did that leave them?
~
"So?" Sam said half way through dinner.
"So?" Jack repeated.
"Was there a reason you invited me for dinner sir?" She inquired.
"I wanted to apologise for my attitude yesterday and I forgot to say thank you for saving my life."
"Sir, I should probably tell you I had a few more trees rigged as well."
"Where did you even come up with the idea?" He asked.
"I saw it in a film." She said with a shrug. He looked at her. "Okay it was a roadrunner cartoon."
"It's good that you can admit these things." He said with a smile.
"Just be advised we really can't use anything you see in a Simpson's episode." Sam warned.
"What not even the snow blower to cover the gate in tinsel for Christmas?"
"No. Besides if you want the gate room to have a Christmassy feel Sgt Siler and I can rig it so that it produces fake snow whenever the gate opens." She offered.
"Sweet."
"I think we're avoiding the issue. And I never did get an answer to my question." Sam said after taking a deep breath.
"What question?"
"What would you do if there were no regulations?"
TBC
"Yes sir, just something my Dad mentioned." She replied.
"Something about a certain regulation?" Jack questioned.
"Yes, it's nice to know I can get even closer to insubordination without getting into trouble about it." She smiled knowing what regulation he was talking about.
"I think that's my fault, he doesn't want to have to put me up for court martial every week. Kind of cuts in on time set aside for defending the planet, kicking Goa'uld butt you know what we're paid to do."
"That's a shame we could have set Janet up with your defence lawyer." Sam winked at him.
"You ever been court martialed?" Jack asked. "It's not fun."
"I had an article 32 hearing after there was a small explosion in a lab at the Pentagon. But they found it wasn't my fault because the cause of the explosion was a piece of faulty equipment which I had sent to be fixed but wasn't. So they wiped it from my record."
"Yeah, well I've been through at least two they're not good."
"But how far is too far when it comes to insubordination?" She asked.
"I'll let you know if you get too close." He took a small taste of the sauce and frowned. "Here try this." He held out the spoon so she could taste it. "There's something not quite right about it." Sam tasted the sauce, before thinking. She opened the kitchen cupboard and took out a couple of items. She tipped in a splash of tomato ketchup, a dash of Worcestershire sauce and a pinch of nutmeg.
"Try that." She waited for him to taste.
"Better, thanks." His arm brushed hers. "Look the spaghetti is done and this will take another couple of minutes so go and sit down."
"Okay." Sam took the book with her. Her mind racing as well as her heart. If Jack knew about the regulation change where did that leave them?
~
"So?" Sam said half way through dinner.
"So?" Jack repeated.
"Was there a reason you invited me for dinner sir?" She inquired.
"I wanted to apologise for my attitude yesterday and I forgot to say thank you for saving my life."
"Sir, I should probably tell you I had a few more trees rigged as well."
"Where did you even come up with the idea?" He asked.
"I saw it in a film." She said with a shrug. He looked at her. "Okay it was a roadrunner cartoon."
"It's good that you can admit these things." He said with a smile.
"Just be advised we really can't use anything you see in a Simpson's episode." Sam warned.
"What not even the snow blower to cover the gate in tinsel for Christmas?"
"No. Besides if you want the gate room to have a Christmassy feel Sgt Siler and I can rig it so that it produces fake snow whenever the gate opens." She offered.
"Sweet."
"I think we're avoiding the issue. And I never did get an answer to my question." Sam said after taking a deep breath.
"What question?"
"What would you do if there were no regulations?"
TBC