"Carter don't be like this" Jack placed a hand on her shoulder as he slid
her across the seat.
"Like what sir?" She smiled, almost grinning as she slumped down into the cold leather seat of the cab.
"Drunk" he muttered as he sat down next to her and shut the taxi door, closing out the rain that had just started to pour.
"I cant help being drunk Sir" She closed her eyes to block out the bright inside light of the taxi.
"But it worries me, about how Im supposed to be the rational sensible one now" He watched Carter close here eyes and lean back.
"You don't have to be sensible." She smiled, opening one eye watchfully and placing a hand on her now clammy forehead.
"I do when you are like this" he nodded to himself.
"Take a break" She slid her hand across the seat and grabbed his knee. He flinched.
"Carter" he whispered.
"Sir" She shimmied across the seat and lent her head on his right shoulder. He was ridged. Was she really running her hand up his leg? She couldn't be, this was Carter he was sitting with. Slowly looking down her saw a pale hand. Looked like Carter's. It had a small scar across the top next to her thumb. He looked up the wrist, then up the arm then groaned as he saw the body attached. It was Cater. He wasn't dreaming. "Carter, we can't do this"
"We are not doing anything. It looks like I am doing all the work" She wasn't lying.
"Regs" he whispered grabbing her hand and placing it in her lap. She was so drunk; he could smell the alcohol on her breath. It was intoxicating. He turned his head to look out the window. He was never very good at these kinds of situations. Look what happened in the locker rooms. Now that was a day to remember. He had been so close, yet managed to stop himself. Since then they had distanced themselves so much it seemed like such a waste. He knew that, she knew that. Yet they could do nothing.
"Fine" She closed her eyes, moving her hand back onto the top of his thigh
This time, he didn't move her hand, he just closed his eyes and lent his head onto of hers, listening to her breathing evening out.
* * * * * * * * * * * *
"Stand" he commanded, outside her front door. "Lean against the door. There" he sighed. This was worst than babysitting. He was Carter-sitting and he didn't enjoy it.
He stopped, leaning against the door briefly. "Now, where are your door keys?" He asked, narrowing his eyes as if trying to envision them in his hand. He patted down his jeans pockets, feeling for the vague shape of the keys. "Ah" His hand delved into his front pocket and pulled out his car keys. "Damn, car keys" he pushed the keys back into his pocket then scratched the back of his head gently. "Sam, do you have your keys with you?" He asked.
"Yeah" + " Well, where?" He asked, running his fingers through the front of his silver-ish hair. "Come on Carter, its cold out" He whined while Carter opened her eyes and tried to remember.
"Pocket" She said simply.
"Well could you get them out before you pass out?"
She nodded delving her hand into her front pocket and producing a single key. "There" she said triumphantly.
"Finally" Jack smiled, taking the key from her hand and unlocked the door.
He pulled her inside and walked her to the lounge. "Now sit" He put her on the sofa, laying her down on her side in a sort of recovery position.
He left her to go to her bathroom, then her bedroom.
"First stop, bathroom" He muttered as he walked in. He walked straight over to the medicine cupboard. "Now this is what we are talking about" Rummaging through the assorted bottles and boxes he found a small bottle of Asprin. Pocketing it, he walked out shutting the door behind him. "Bedroom next. Wow. Carter's Bedroom." He swung open the door and simply stood in the doorway. It was one of his favorite smells that had started to waft from her room. It was the scent of her shampoo. He closed his eyes and stood in the doorway. Shoulder slumped against on side, his arm out to steady his other.
BUMP
"Oh for Crying out Loud" He rolled his eyes then ran back into the lounge.
"Carter, cant you stay lying when you're drunk," He scolded as he walked to her. She was lying in a heap on the floor. Very attractive.
He sighed, couldn't help smiling about how it was normally her behaving like the rational human being. He picked her up, carrying her almost like a small child and took her back into her bedroom. He placed her as carefully as he had during their last mission, in the middle of her double bed. Walked back into the kitchen and arrived back with a glass of water. He placed it on her bedside table followed by the bottle of asprin.
"Paper and pen" he looked around her room for anything he could write with and write on. "Ah" he grabbed the pad of post-it notes and the biro that she had left by her phone.
Carter, you will need these in the morning.
Jack. xXx
He stuck the post-it note on the front of the bottle. Then wrote another,
Call me when you're feeling human.
Jack XXx
He stuck this one to the top of the phone.
He smiled, sitting next to her just watching her sleep. She groaned and turned onto her stomach. He stood up from the bed, pulled the blanket up over her shoulders, kissed her softly on her forehead, and then shut her bedroom door, followed by her front door.
He climbed into the taxi that he asked to wait, told him his address, and went home.
* * * * * * * * * * * *
"Oh god" Sam sat up in her bed. Wait, she was in her bed. The last thing she remembered was, the bar, then the taxi, and the aftershave of the person next to her. "Oh god" she repeated. What had she done? Was he still here? She slid out of bed, reaching for the bottle of asprin at the side, then stopped, reading the note.
"Ha Ha, funny" She took out two of the shiny white pills, then downed them with a mouthful of the water. She sat up straighter, blinking as her large blue eyes became accustomed to the light streaming through the window.
Carter sighed, as the dull pains started blaring again as the blood rushed to her head. She stood up, shivering at the change in temperature, and walked into the lounge.
"He's gone" She sighed with relief then walked back to her room.
"God I need a shower"
* * * * * * * * * * * *
The phone was ringing, or was it? She stepped out the shower, wrapping a large white cotton towel around her. She turned of the water and stood. No, it wasn't ringing. Maybe she missed it. She walked over to the phone, smiling as she saw the note.
"Charming" She picked up the phone, dialling Jack's number.
"Y'ello"
"Sir?"
"Carter" Came a happy sounding voice from the other end of the phone.
"Yeah. Im feeling vaguely human"
"Good, Good"
"Did you just ring me?"
"No, why?"
"I could have sworn that the phone was. Never mind. Im sorry Im late, I will be at the base in about, an hour give or take."
"Ok, and Carter"
"Yeah"
"Don't rush. Take your time. I have you covered."
"Thanks Sir"
"Pleasure"
She hung up the phone, then checked for messages and last called. Nope. No messages, and the last caller had been Jack, days ago. It was her mind playing tricks.
She sighed, and then retreated back to the bathroom. Running a brush through her hair in front of the mirror she groaned. Why, when she had so much to do, did nothing ever go right! She squirted a small amount of moose in her hand, and ran it through her hair. There. She looked at herself in the mirror, satisfied. Even though the glass was still covered in a layer of water, she looked almost presentable.
As she watched, her gaze was shifted by what looked like a figure behind her. She spun round; eyes open wide, looking for anything. No, nothing. She walked cautiously into her bedroom. Behind the door, under the bed, nothing. It was her mind playing tricks.
She shook her head as if to shake herself from her own thoughts. But she had been so sure it was the phone, and that figure looked a little more human than a mind trick.
"Like what sir?" She smiled, almost grinning as she slumped down into the cold leather seat of the cab.
"Drunk" he muttered as he sat down next to her and shut the taxi door, closing out the rain that had just started to pour.
"I cant help being drunk Sir" She closed her eyes to block out the bright inside light of the taxi.
"But it worries me, about how Im supposed to be the rational sensible one now" He watched Carter close here eyes and lean back.
"You don't have to be sensible." She smiled, opening one eye watchfully and placing a hand on her now clammy forehead.
"I do when you are like this" he nodded to himself.
"Take a break" She slid her hand across the seat and grabbed his knee. He flinched.
"Carter" he whispered.
"Sir" She shimmied across the seat and lent her head on his right shoulder. He was ridged. Was she really running her hand up his leg? She couldn't be, this was Carter he was sitting with. Slowly looking down her saw a pale hand. Looked like Carter's. It had a small scar across the top next to her thumb. He looked up the wrist, then up the arm then groaned as he saw the body attached. It was Cater. He wasn't dreaming. "Carter, we can't do this"
"We are not doing anything. It looks like I am doing all the work" She wasn't lying.
"Regs" he whispered grabbing her hand and placing it in her lap. She was so drunk; he could smell the alcohol on her breath. It was intoxicating. He turned his head to look out the window. He was never very good at these kinds of situations. Look what happened in the locker rooms. Now that was a day to remember. He had been so close, yet managed to stop himself. Since then they had distanced themselves so much it seemed like such a waste. He knew that, she knew that. Yet they could do nothing.
"Fine" She closed her eyes, moving her hand back onto the top of his thigh
This time, he didn't move her hand, he just closed his eyes and lent his head onto of hers, listening to her breathing evening out.
* * * * * * * * * * * *
"Stand" he commanded, outside her front door. "Lean against the door. There" he sighed. This was worst than babysitting. He was Carter-sitting and he didn't enjoy it.
He stopped, leaning against the door briefly. "Now, where are your door keys?" He asked, narrowing his eyes as if trying to envision them in his hand. He patted down his jeans pockets, feeling for the vague shape of the keys. "Ah" His hand delved into his front pocket and pulled out his car keys. "Damn, car keys" he pushed the keys back into his pocket then scratched the back of his head gently. "Sam, do you have your keys with you?" He asked.
"Yeah" + " Well, where?" He asked, running his fingers through the front of his silver-ish hair. "Come on Carter, its cold out" He whined while Carter opened her eyes and tried to remember.
"Pocket" She said simply.
"Well could you get them out before you pass out?"
She nodded delving her hand into her front pocket and producing a single key. "There" she said triumphantly.
"Finally" Jack smiled, taking the key from her hand and unlocked the door.
He pulled her inside and walked her to the lounge. "Now sit" He put her on the sofa, laying her down on her side in a sort of recovery position.
He left her to go to her bathroom, then her bedroom.
"First stop, bathroom" He muttered as he walked in. He walked straight over to the medicine cupboard. "Now this is what we are talking about" Rummaging through the assorted bottles and boxes he found a small bottle of Asprin. Pocketing it, he walked out shutting the door behind him. "Bedroom next. Wow. Carter's Bedroom." He swung open the door and simply stood in the doorway. It was one of his favorite smells that had started to waft from her room. It was the scent of her shampoo. He closed his eyes and stood in the doorway. Shoulder slumped against on side, his arm out to steady his other.
BUMP
"Oh for Crying out Loud" He rolled his eyes then ran back into the lounge.
"Carter, cant you stay lying when you're drunk," He scolded as he walked to her. She was lying in a heap on the floor. Very attractive.
He sighed, couldn't help smiling about how it was normally her behaving like the rational human being. He picked her up, carrying her almost like a small child and took her back into her bedroom. He placed her as carefully as he had during their last mission, in the middle of her double bed. Walked back into the kitchen and arrived back with a glass of water. He placed it on her bedside table followed by the bottle of asprin.
"Paper and pen" he looked around her room for anything he could write with and write on. "Ah" he grabbed the pad of post-it notes and the biro that she had left by her phone.
Carter, you will need these in the morning.
Jack. xXx
He stuck the post-it note on the front of the bottle. Then wrote another,
Call me when you're feeling human.
Jack XXx
He stuck this one to the top of the phone.
He smiled, sitting next to her just watching her sleep. She groaned and turned onto her stomach. He stood up from the bed, pulled the blanket up over her shoulders, kissed her softly on her forehead, and then shut her bedroom door, followed by her front door.
He climbed into the taxi that he asked to wait, told him his address, and went home.
* * * * * * * * * * * *
"Oh god" Sam sat up in her bed. Wait, she was in her bed. The last thing she remembered was, the bar, then the taxi, and the aftershave of the person next to her. "Oh god" she repeated. What had she done? Was he still here? She slid out of bed, reaching for the bottle of asprin at the side, then stopped, reading the note.
"Ha Ha, funny" She took out two of the shiny white pills, then downed them with a mouthful of the water. She sat up straighter, blinking as her large blue eyes became accustomed to the light streaming through the window.
Carter sighed, as the dull pains started blaring again as the blood rushed to her head. She stood up, shivering at the change in temperature, and walked into the lounge.
"He's gone" She sighed with relief then walked back to her room.
"God I need a shower"
* * * * * * * * * * * *
The phone was ringing, or was it? She stepped out the shower, wrapping a large white cotton towel around her. She turned of the water and stood. No, it wasn't ringing. Maybe she missed it. She walked over to the phone, smiling as she saw the note.
"Charming" She picked up the phone, dialling Jack's number.
"Y'ello"
"Sir?"
"Carter" Came a happy sounding voice from the other end of the phone.
"Yeah. Im feeling vaguely human"
"Good, Good"
"Did you just ring me?"
"No, why?"
"I could have sworn that the phone was. Never mind. Im sorry Im late, I will be at the base in about, an hour give or take."
"Ok, and Carter"
"Yeah"
"Don't rush. Take your time. I have you covered."
"Thanks Sir"
"Pleasure"
She hung up the phone, then checked for messages and last called. Nope. No messages, and the last caller had been Jack, days ago. It was her mind playing tricks.
She sighed, and then retreated back to the bathroom. Running a brush through her hair in front of the mirror she groaned. Why, when she had so much to do, did nothing ever go right! She squirted a small amount of moose in her hand, and ran it through her hair. There. She looked at herself in the mirror, satisfied. Even though the glass was still covered in a layer of water, she looked almost presentable.
As she watched, her gaze was shifted by what looked like a figure behind her. She spun round; eyes open wide, looking for anything. No, nothing. She walked cautiously into her bedroom. Behind the door, under the bed, nothing. It was her mind playing tricks.
She shook her head as if to shake herself from her own thoughts. But she had been so sure it was the phone, and that figure looked a little more human than a mind trick.