Downtime Mystery
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Plans
Big plans justdidn't seembig enough to describe what he had in mind for his so called week off. Not that everything he ever planned worked out exactly as he wanted it but at least he wasn't dead.
Yet.
No one knew about these plans except his clients and they where on the need to know. He did his work solitarily, which is why he always covered for his plans in telling his team that he went 'fishing'. Not that he didn't fish occasionally but he usually had bigger fish to fry than the average ...fish.
But events were going to take a turn which would cause all that to change.
It was the day before downtime was officially supposed to start for SG-1 but the team was already winding down. Teal'c was 'reaming', Daniel and Sam where both having 'fun' completing projects and Jack... well Jack was doing his rounds.
He stuck his head round the door.
"Hey Teal'c."
There was not reply.
"Teal'c!"
"No." speaks a still unmoving figure from the floor.
"What?"
2I do not wish to go fishing with you O'Neill."
"Oh... right." pretending to be dejected, "sure?"
"Yes, perhaps you should enquire as to whither Daniel Jackson or Major Carter will accompany you."
"'K thanks T. See ya."
He repeated his movements when he came to Daniel's door.
"Daniel."
No reply
"Daniel!"
"No." he said plainly with his back still to the intruder of his office.
"Is no one going to let me even ask?"
"No, not a chance Jack."
"Ahh, busy I take it?"
"Em." came a half-hearted reply.
"I'll take that as a yes."
"Uh."
"Ok, Danny. Later."
/ 2 down, 1 to go. But she was always a safe bet. Some project or gizmo or...thingyalways stopsher from going. /
"Hey Carter." He said leaning on the frame of the door.
"Hi sir."
A response, well that was different.
"So Carter," he said moving into the room, "any plans?"
"Sir?"
"Downtime, Vacation, Holidays."
"Oh right." she said laying down her screwdriver. "No sir."
"Uh really?"
"Yes, I've already finished reverse engineering the naquadria generator that SG-3 brought from 634, and the device that was from 472 turned out to be an over dressed heater."
"Riiiight," he said pretendingnot to have a cluewhat she was talking about,"So you wanna go fishing?"
After a moments thought she said "Yeah,ok. You'll need to teach me though."
"Aw come on Carter fishing is sooo good and ... you'll go ?"
"Yes Sir." her face breaking into a grin at the sight of theshocked colonel.
"Really?" he asked, now a little worried.
"Yes." Sam replied still smiling.
The colonel thought. Something that he didn't do often in her presence but extreme circumstances call for extreme measures. She could practically see the wheels in his head turning, drawing nearer and nearer to a conclusion.
"Ok I'll come round your house tomorrow night and we'll sort out the details."
"Sounds great!"
"'k see ya tomorrow."
"Right sir."
Jack sat in his truck outside Sam's house.
/ Ok, do I let her down or do I take her with me. If I take her with me things would be ok , I know she can hold her own but this is a different setting from what she's used to. No air force, no gou'ald, just us and the mission. For an entire week. Even so I can't let her down it's just something a good CO or friend would never do. /
His resolved strengthened, he exited the truck, walked to the door and knocked.
Who could that be at this hour?
She opened the door to see Jack standing comfortably in a black pin-stripe suit with a blue shirt and no tie. Suddenly feeling embarrassed and under-dressed in jeans and t-shirt she opened the door wider to let the colonel in.
"Sir it's 11.30, what are you doing here?"
"Packing help, Carter, we need to be at the airport in three hours."
"Three hours!"
"Yes, so lets get cracking!"
Dumbstruck and speechless Sam followed Jack down the hallway to her room. "Suitcase?"
"Under the bed."
"Ok Carter here's the deal; you'll need practical stuff for wearing in a hot climate and probablytwo kinda formal outfits so go to, while I make some coffee."
It took some very loud clattering from the kitchen to wake Sam from her dazed state. She emerged from her room 20 minutes later only to grab a cup of coffee, a few things from the bathroom then go back in again.
Several cups of coffee later Sam came from the room in knee high boots, denim skit, pink top and denim jacket, herhair all flicking out and just enough make up.
A "wow" couldn't help but slip from the colonels mouth.
"Yeah, I scrub up well, so do you. I never imagined you in a suit."
"Well stranger things have happened. Have you got someone to look after your house?"
"My neighbour has a key, I'll just need a minute to write a note."
"'k you do that while I get your suitcase in the back of the truck."
5 minutes later
"All locked up?" asked Jack as Sam got in the front seat.
"Yeah." she replied, "Where are we going anyway? It obviously not Minnesota at this time of year."
"Airport."
"Then...?"
"Carter, can't you just let me revel in the idea that I know something you don't for a while?" grinning from ear to ear as he backed his truck out the driveway.
"But sir!" came an almost pleading voice.
"Ah ah Major, you'll find out soon enough!"
