Ch 5
When Sam returned with bags of groceries and a small bag of clothes and other things for herself, she was pleased to see that her CO was sacked out on the couch. It gave her plenty of time to put away the groceries and take her bag to the room she and Daniel had both stayed in occasionally.
Once that was done, she took her laptop, which she had also retrieved from her house, and set it up on the dining room table so she could get a little bit of work done. After a few quick adjustments to his own computer, which apparently he only used for games, she realized with a smirk, she had hers online and was halfway through answering an e-mail from Siler when Jack hobbled into the room on his crutches.
"What are you doing?" he asked accusingly.
"Answering an e-mail from Siler," she replied as she continued typing.
"About what?"
"He gets worried sometimes, asks me crazy 'what if' scenarios about things that could potentially go wrong with the gate. In about a million years."
"Tell him to get a life."
"I think you did that last week, sir. The poor man looked near tears."
"Well... stop working. It's your down-time too and I feel bad about ruining it."
"And yet you continue to ruin it by trying to take my computer away," she argued with a smile, pulling it closer towards herself and safety. As he was on crutches, he was in no position to physically take it away from her, so he tried another tactic.
"I'm hungry. Did you eat lunch already?"
"No, sir."
"You don't have to call me sir when we're not on base. Actually I'd prefer it if you didn't."
"Okay."
"Do you want to order pizza or something?"
"I got the stuff to make sandwiches at the store." He seemed to ponder this for several moments. "What?" she finally asked.
"Oh nothing," he said in that teasing tone of voice of his. "I'm just trying to figure out if Janet meant sandwiches too when she said, 'whatever you do, don't let her anywhere near the kitchen.'"
She narrowed her eyes at him. "Very funny. You can fix your own then, and mine will be infinitely better."
"Oh we'll see about that," he challenged, following her into the kitchen.
They each made a very elaborate sandwich, trying to out-do each other, then swapped to sample. Each admitted the other had done a good job, but neither would concede that their own construction was in any way inferior. Finally they agreed to a draw.
While Jack went back into the living room, Sam cleaned up the small mess they had made in the kitchen, since he really couldn't do that while on crutches. Once she was finished, she could hear that he was watching television again, so she sat back down at her computer. One thing was noticably absent.
"Hey! What did you do with my power cord?!" she yelled into the living room.