Authors' Note: Hi there, just so you know, this story was co-authored with my friend Nimeria. This story is as much hers as mine.
Disclaimer: We don't own anyone or anything you recognize. Except for ourselves. And that last bit's only a "maybe" on a good day.
Why to Always Have an Escape Route
Chapter 4
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(A little later after that - Mitchell's house)
(Mitchell drags an armchair out of the way and throws a couple more pillows on the ground)
Mitchell: I think that about does it. Let's see. There's Jack, me, the three idiot girls...Sam, Teal'c. Oh, and Sheppard and Daniel. (sigh) Man, I need to shower.
(The doorbell rings, he answers, and Jack and Sheppard are there each with a duffel bag)
Mitchell: Come on in, make yourselves at home.
(Sheppard walks over to the armchair and flops down.)
(Mitchell looks at Jack questioningly.)
Jack: Oh, he's just getting in some rest before the party begins (sniffs) and, hey, just saying, you could use a shower.
(Mitchell grumbles and walks upstairs as Jack goes and raids the kitchen.)
(The doorbell rings, Jack answers, and its Teal'c with bags and bags in his arms)
Teal'c: I believe we could use your assistance, O'Neill.
Jack: For cryin' out loud. What did you do? Buy the whole store? (Grabs some bags from Teal'c.)
Jessie: Nope. Just the candy aisle. Oh and most of the pizza and cookie dough too. (Drops bags onto counter in kitchen and looks around.)
Taylor: And a couple of flowers. (Drops her own bags. Notices that Sheppard is sleeping and starts internal debate about whether or not to go jump on him and wake him up…)
Jack: Flowers?
Sam: (Also drops bags.) Jessie and Taylor were having a swordfight with them.
Jack: (Smiles proudly) That's the way.
Sam: (Half-scolding) Sir...
Mary: (Drops own bags onto counter.) They neglected to mention the stuff to bake.
Daniel: (Drops bags.) And the Sobe, and the pixie stix, and the Mt. Dew, and the apple juice for the homemade juice stuff.
Jack: Oh. Well. Um... well. Ok. Ah... Mitchell went to get cleaned up and as I'm sure you noticed Sheppard is asleep.
(Taylor continues with her internal debate.)
Mary: (Notices internal debate.) Taylor, you can only do that if you help bring in all the sacks and don't cause any unnecessary damage or scarring. (Taylor runs to get more bags.)
(Sam looks at Mary questioningly as Jack, Daniel, and Teal'c go for more bags)
Mary: Hey, it'll keep her busy for a few minutes and I didn't want to carry in more bags.
Sam: Good idea. (She looks over the area by the TV.) Ooh! (Scurries and sprawls onto a little futon) Mine!
(As Sam builds a little pillow nest for herself, Mary walks over to the sleeping John Sheppard.)
Mary: (Whispers.) Joooooohn. You'd better wake uuuuuuuup.
(Sheppard makes gurgling, protesting noise)
Mary: Wake up! Before you don't get any food!!
Sheppard: (wakes) Hmmm? Food??
(Mary points him in the direction of the kitchen where the rustling of bags can be heard.) (He lumbers off for munchies as Taylor comes in, sees John awake, deposits bags and storms to Mary.)
Taylor: What was that for?
Mary: He's sleepy. Give him a break. Besides, the wide awake Cameron should be coming out of the shower soon so don't wor- JESSIE! NO! SIT DOWN AND DO
NOT GO UPSTAIRS!!!!!
(Jessie sits back down as if nothing happened.)
(Jack, Teal'c, and Daniel bring in the last of the bags.)
Taylor: (Surveys room, considers her options, and lunges for the mattress right in
front of the TV) Dibs!! (Jessie looks at her 'twin'. Taylor looks back, shrugs after a minute and grabs a few blankets and a couple of pillows and begins to make self comfy.)
Jessie: (Shakes head) Mary, you may wanna sit closer to her.
Mary: Why?
Jessie: Because we're both over here on this side of the room with Sheppard's chair...and
the one Mitchell seems to have claimed. (Indicates chair with big "Don't sit!" sign in it.)
Mary: Ah. (moves to chair between Taylor's mattress and Sheppard and Mitchell)
Mary: Let's see. (Just looks around the room.)
(Jack walks in, with a root beer.)
Jack: Whatcha doing?
Jess: (Snuggling in next to Taylor.) Oh, she's just rearranging the room in her head.
Jack: Ah.
(Daniel walks in.)
Daniel: Uh, what is-
Jack: She's rearranging the room in her head.
Daniel: Why?
Jack: Well, uh.
Mary: Ok. Here's how it goes. Jack, can you and Teal'c share a sofa?
Teal'c: (from kitchen) If I must.
Jack: Sure. pause Hey!
Mary: So then (clockwise with TV at 12) it's Sam on futon, sofa for Jack and Teal'c, sofa at six for, uh, Mitchell? Can you and Daniel cohabitate? (Daniel nods good-naturedly and Sheppard comes out, mouth full of turkey sandwich, Teal'c likewise, Sheppard gives a thumbs up), so sofa at six for Daniel and Sheppard, first armchair for Mitchell, second for moi, and the giggle girls in the middle. Everybody happy?
(Seats are beginning to be taken and no one screams in horror, so it is to be assumed that all is well.)
Mitchell: (comes down in comfy-sweats and t-shirt, drying his hair) So the gang's all here. What did I miss?
Mary: You. Sit There. Taylor, I leave you to the first movie. I go to change and make grog. (wanders away)
Sam: I think I'll change as well. (leaves)
Taylor: (considers situation for a minute) Hmm. Well. This is fun. (Guys look at her funny and kind of worried) But I think I'll be good for now. I have the next twenty four hours. So movies? Votes anyone? Oh and nothing R-rated. With a few exceptions.
Jessie: Mary's vote goes for Lord of the Rings. Just a guess.
Mary: (walks back into room) Good guess.
Taylor: Okay, much as I like LOTR I'm thinking maybe from the looks on their faces we should pick something else.
Sheppard: Something with explosions.
(Taylor looks at him not at all surprised.)
Sam: (returning as well) You had to know that one was coming.
Taylor: Of course
Sheppard: What? I like explosions.
Mitchell: I second that.
Jack: Thirded
Daniel: I agree.
Teal'c: Indeed.
Taylor: (irritated) What the heck do you guys think this is? A democracy?
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