Sam
My god – argh!
He's just SO frustrating sometimes!
I know he's got my back ... and my front grin
But sometimes, I want blood, and he's the most handy!
I know he's my CO, and therefore my military training kicks in, and I have to follow his orders, but my inner mind just screams "he's wrong, convince him he's wrong!" ... yet I can't.
Stupid military training.
And then, when I'm at the end of my string with him, and seriously ready to put the chain of command (and probably my future career) in the can, he flashes that stupid grin in my direction, and I can't possibly stay mad. Not for long, anyway.
He even makes his condescending comments about big guns and little tank tops less biting with that stupid flippant show-stopping (or at least my comeback stopping) grin.
Y'know, he reminds me of that bullying kid in elementary school who used to pull my hair.
Momma said it was because he liked me, but was intimidated because I was smarter than him.
Yeah, that's exactly who he reminds me of.
Still likes me (at least, according to that stupid Za'tarc incident ... Jan and I are still trying to figure out a plausible "unfortunate accident" to happen in Anise's general direction) ... still very aware that I'm smarter than him, but still ordering me around!
At least my hair is shorter now – although I'm pretty sure if the Col. pulled one of my braids, I would be justified in trying to kick his butt for it – being sexual harassment and all.
Man, where was sexual harassment when I was a kid?
I wonder what ever happened to that cute jerk ... ah well. Back to the cute je- um, person of my initial rant. Stupid... sigh.
Get over it, Carter. 'Cause here he comes, and he's got that ridiculous look on his face that says nothing happened off-world that seriously endangered us, and we've come into downtime, so I'm going fishing, and I'm taking you with me if it kills me. Quick, what have I got cooking in the lab? Think Carter, think! I'll never admit it, but I hate fishing. Worms gross me out.