Jack poured over the notes on Sam's laptop. "Even General Hammond has more faith in me than you do!"
"I'm sorry...Carter. You've just never had to handle this kind of briefing before."
"That may be true...sir, but that doesn't mean I'm not qualified."
Sam reached for the gameboy on the lab table, sat in a chair by the desk and put Jack's long legs on the top of a stack of books that sat on the desk.
"Ca- sir!" Jack protested, walking over and pulling the stack of books out from under the heavy leg.
"AGH! Carter!" Sam yelled, clutching Jack's knee. "My bad knee!"
"Oh, cry me a river!" There was a pause as Sam glared at Jack. "Sir."
"Come on, sir! It's not like this isn't hard enough for me!" Sam said, pulling her legs off of the desk.
"I know, Carter! I mean, you're brilliant, but your notes are putting me to sleep." Jack replied.
Five minutes later, two airmen passed Sam's lab and were shocked to see Jack sitting and typinsg something on a computer while Sam sat, her legs perched on the desk, playing with Jack's gameboy, And both looked perfectly comfortable.