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Jacob O'Neill parked his motorbike in the lot outside the entrance to the Cheyenne Mountain Complex. Amanda Jackson swung herself off the back of the vehicle and took off the spare helmet she was wearing.
"Give me a heart attack why don't you!" she sputtered murderously.
Jacob took of his own head gear and shrugged sheepishly while dismounting from his bike, "Oh come on, Jackson, what's a little joy ride after dinner gonna do to ya'?"
"Jacob" Amanda began in a much too calm tone as she pushed her glasses up on her face, "You ran five red lights and popped a 360 in the middle of the free way"
Jacob grinned broadly, "Sweet, huh?"
Amanda growled dangerously under her breath and chucked the helmet she was holding at him, "That is the last time I ride into town with you at the helm of any mode of transportation"
Jacob pretended to be disappointed, "And here I was going to suggest we take the sports car next time and catch a drag race"
Amanda sighed and turned on her heel, heading towards the entrance of her place of employment. As she stopped to flash her ID to the SFs standing guard, she motioned behind her with a head jerk and said, "I think Major O'Neill has been compromised, you should send him to the decontamination experts"
The good doctor knew just how serious her comment was in a facility such as this one. The military men would follow precautionary procedures on her word alone in order to keep the rest of the on base personnel safe.
Their motto was "act first, think later".
A decontamination process to make sure everything was as it should be for her friend, and to confirm that he was not a threat to anyone (at least no more of a threat than he usually was), would take several hours and a period in quarantine for observation.
That would teach him to go speeding around busy city streets on his Harley making antagonistic ploys for every cop in the county.
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Kar'yn laughed when she saw the horrible bright orange color that was being evenly coated over Jacob's lab by techs that had no idea what they were doing, just that it had been a very vicious order from their commander and they were under threat of death if they did not fulfill their present task.
"He is not going to be pleased" the woman told Cassandra.
Cassie batted her eyelashes innocently, "Oh, isn't he?" she said in mock sweetness, "Well it serves him right for that stunt he pulled last month at the Pentagon"
Kar'yn remembered her friend's telling of that tail when she had been able to send a message to the Jaffa a few weeks ago during their annual communiqué.
Apparently, since Jacob was Cassie's second in command, he had to accompany her on most political venues that required their presence unless he was off world. Last month there had to be a briefing arranged with the Joint Chiefs concerning reports on negotiations with certain key allies and Cassie and Jacob had to attend.
Just before the meeting was to occur, Jacob had slipped into the room where it was going to be held and placed signs with various suggestions and insults on the seats of each chair that was to be occupied.
The signs were turned upside down with crazy glue freshly pasted on the side that would be sat upon by the unsuspecting individuals.
It was amazing how nobody noticed these papers as the introductions commenced and everyone took their seats. But until the meeting was concluded and the people began filling out, there had been no suspicion.
No one had thought the prank to be particularly funny afterwards, but for the first few moments, the people standing behind each other as they streamed out of the room were in absolute hysterics at what some of the signs on the bums of their colleagues read, until realizing that they too had similar notations being displayed on their ass.
Titles of, "I need to find a bathroom", "Kiss the Chief of Security, he was desperate enough to put the moves on me last night", "Has anyone seen my Harry Potter book?", and "Let's not, but tell the paparazzi we did" were hurriedly discarded.
Jacob was reprimanded, but not before one of the victims of the act glanced at the sign on his friend's behind and muttered, "Ain't that the truth"
In Cassandra's mind, he so deserved an orange lab.
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Amanda was too smug with herself the rest of the evening to concentrate on work. Her shift had ended twenty-minutes ago anyway, and it would probably be in her best medical interests to skip out before a very pissed of Major was released from quarantine.
She went to find Lif'kel and see if he wanted to watch a movie at her place. The poor guy shared a house with Jacob and did not have very much peace in the evening to enjoy a relaxing program in front of the TV because it was constantly tuned to either a rousing sports show or a play station game.
But with O'Neill otherwise in dispose at the current moment, the two would finally be able to sit through a film without complaints that there were no grand explosions or commentary because the Major had seen it a thousand times.
She ran into the friend she was searching for walking the corridors with his half brother, Ry'ac.
"Oh, Lif'kel, I didn't know your brother was visiting" she said upon seeing them.
Ry'ac smiled warmly at her, "Amanda, it is good to see you"
They exchanged greetings.
"Umm, Lif, I was going to ask if you wanted to come over to my place tonight and hang out, but it looks like you have plans so…"
Amanda caught the way Ry'ac suddenly nudged his elbow into his brother's ribs, and the eyebrow raise that the motion received from Lif'kel.
When his brother did not get whatever hint he was trying to throw at him, Ry'ac immediately took over, "Actually, Kar'yn and I were planning on spending the evening alone…I'm sure Lif'kel would be happy to join you"
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Lif'kel was perplexed as his brother explained to him in locker rooms while he got ready to leave for the night, his reasons for forcing him to spend the evening with Amanda.
"You can gage how she feels about O'Neill, if the sentiments are returned or not. Once that is established, we may formulate a plan on how to get them together"
"How do I go about receiving such information without giving away that I believe Jacob wishes to become more than her friend?" Lif'kel asked.
"Lure her into a casual conversation…talk about what you would normally talk about and find some way to maneuver the topic towards Jacob. Then be silent while she discusses him. Tell me everything she says about him tomorrow and I will be able to tell whether or not she likes him as well"
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Amanda sat next to Lif'kel on her couch with a large bowl of popcorn balanced between them as the movie began.
"My Man Godfrey is a classic" Amanda commented while the opening credits were displayed.
"It is a humorous romance film, correct?" Lif'kel asked.
"Yep, and as an added bonus I finally get to have you see it without being pestered through the whole thing about how I'm poisoning your mind"
"Major O'Neill does not like this movie?"
"He loathes it. No explosives"
Lif'kel wondered how he would be able to manipulate her into talking more deeply on the subject of Jacob using the current thread. He was not concerned with interrupting the show they were watching, SG-1 was used to talking on and off through movies in between dialogue.
"And you do not enjoy the films he chooses?" Lif'kel asked.
Amanda grabbed a handful of popcorn, "Not parfticuarly, nof" she said with her mouthful so that her words came out garbled with missing letters and F soundings. She swallowed before continuing, "All the women in the stuff he picks are naked or wearing clothing that covers nil…and they act as if they don't have a thought in their head that does not pertain to sex"
Well, there was something he could use, Jacob's taste in women.
"You would prefer he chose films where the women were more academic and modest in their appearance" he stated.
Amanda hesitated a minute before answering, her forehead crunched like it was when she was concentrating on a difficult problem, "It would not kill him to take an interest in girl's whose vocabulary is actually bigger than their bust size"
She seemed as if she'd be most inclined to drop the subject now.
But Lif'kel knew he was hitting on something, "A woman such as yourself perhaps?" he asked.
Amanda diverted her gaze to the side and shifted in her seat, "I guess…I mean, at least one that's educated"
Lif'kel afforded a small smile to the subtle confession and turned his attention to the TV screen, wondering how Ry'ac would access their discussion.
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