Chapter Eleven
Covert School Office Infiltrations
Author's Note: It takes one patch of ice, a steep trail, and a backflip to end up in bed for a month with a hard neck brace. Ack-it's getting better though...thanks for the get well wishes and wonderful reviews :) Also, I'm getting up to Sam's main entrance. I didn't forget about Jack or Teal'c either-just moving gears in my mind for ideas! One quick chapter before I'm off to school ;)
Disclaimer: If I owned Stargate, well, it'd be a whole lot different then it is during this season.
Spoilers: S7 Fragile Balance
"Um. Hello, is anyone here?" Jack asked as he strained his neck to check the back of the office area. Nobody was there. "Teal'c, think I can find my schedule on this computer somehow?"
"I do not know."
"Well, I'm not gonna wait around just to look like an idiot because I don't know where my classes are." Jack said as he cleared the divider between the secretary's area and the hallway. He clicked the mouse to stir the computer, and with finesse Teal'c had never seen O'Neill use, he made a full search of the computer for his name. "Let's see, hmm, Jack Radford…blah, blah, blah…two detentions accumulated…sarcastic
…disruptive…smart, schedule for year 2005, here it is!" he read off the screen with a final triumphant pump of his fist in the air.
"Did you get around to reading the comments under your name yet Jack?" an unfamiliar voice from behind said. Crap. He was caught. He turned around slowly wincing his face up for any sudden outburst of anger. "I was sure you'd agree when you read it." The woman standing behind him was a fair height, a little overweight, but held a high resemblance to Mimi from the Drew Carey Show. Altogether it was disturbing, but the woman was smiling.
"Eh, well yes, I did briefly, you know, happen to skim over them…" he replied at a loss for words.
She laughed. "I was expecting to see you at some point this week! Always my favorite student to have around." She said through smiling teeth. "Who's class did you get sent down here from today?" she asked waiting patiently for a response.
"Well, you see, this here is Murray – he's an old friend who happens to also be in the student exchange program from Africa. I just, uh got here, and you know, I wanted to print my schedule out to see if we had the same classes."
"Go ahead, and print it out then, dear. You're lucky Mr. Trimelli isn't in today. Some school administrator convention…yeah sure. I bet he's laying on his chair outside sunbathing." The woman said with a sarcastic tone. "Who's class did you come from- oh wait you just got here. I'll write you a pass, and I'll let it go today because of your friend okay?" the woman scribbled a note on a piece of paper, then went to get the printed schedule for Jack, and finally handed both to him.
"Have a nice day boys!" She shouted as they shuffled down the hallway.