Title: 101 ways to ask out a Doctor.
Chapter: Attempt two.
Author: j-s-j-e.
The first week of 'new General duties' had involved an array of meetings and phone calls and an extremely busy schedule that sadly didn't leave much time for visiting a certain doctor on base. Smiles down hallways and the crossing of paths in briefing rooms were the only glances of the resident genius he could get.
A lot of the time, this busy schedule meant late finishes and staying up until all hours of the night trying to dwindle down the large stacks of paper work that somehow kept making its way to his desk. Tonight was no exception.
As the words on the report began to blur and glancing at the same sentence became a natural way of reading, he knew his body was telling him to take a break. After two knee surgeries and countless others to mend other various injuries that came with confidential jobs of the 'black ops' kind, he had learned to listen to his body.
He placed is pen down on the manila folder he had closed, why can't they make these things in a colour you actually want to look at? and groaned as he stood up from his chair, having been in the same position for a long period of time.
He yawned a little as he stood and rubbed his neck, his bones croaked and his muscles tensed as he slowly began to exit his office. He didn't consciously have a decided destination but his legs seemed to be carrying him towards the commissary, his favourite part of the base, well favourite besides any place where the doctor might be, and when he waltzed into the commissary, which he expected to be deserted at this hour, he was quite happily surprised that his two favourite places had collided.
There sitting at a commissary table with a thick manila folder in front of her and a giant cup of blue jello in one hand and spoon in the other was…
"Hey Carter!" He exclaimed happily, maybe a little too happily because she had obviously been concentrating way too heavily on whatever was in that folder, hadn't noticed his entrance and at his greeting jumped a foot in the air from her chair and in the process ended up flinging the large chunk of jello sitting on her spoon into the unexpected target of the Jack's face.
At the offending squelch noise that the jello made as it came into contact, the two people in the room paused. Carter covered her shocked face with her hand, while Jack stayed completely still as the blue substance rolled down his handsome face and onto his uniform. The two looked directly at each other and stared and as if on cue, broke into huge identical bouts of laughter.
Jack doubled over with laughter grabbing his stomach as Sam held onto the chair for support as tears of laughter ran down her face. After what seemed like hours the laughter died down and Sam, realising the true enormity of the situation, rushed forward with a napkin and began gently wiping the blue jello off his face.
Although enjoying the feel of her soft touch Jack gently cleared his throat and took the napkin from her hand lightly "I can clean myself up, it was my fault for scaring you in the first place", he smiled warmly.
Sam realised what she was doing might be a little awkward and with a small blush handed the napkin over, while rambling off apologies and comments about dry cleaning but Jack hardly took notice of her words as he was distracted by her proximity. She hadn't backed away from where she had rushed up to wipe his face clean and was currently quite close to his body. As she spoke Jack noticed the blush on her cheeks brighten which made her look more beautiful than ever.
Jack this is your moment! Ask her! Ask her!
His brain yelled at him to seize the moment and ask the beautiful doctor out on a date. He had been concentrating so hard on his thoughts he had been silent for sometime, a serene smile on his face the only indication of what was going on in his head.
Sam noticed this and stoped her apologies and gave him a questioning look. Jack couldn't contain his thoughts any longer and as his mouth opened to speak the words…
"Carter, would you be interested in going ou…"
CRASH!
Both of them turned around suddenly, reacting to the sound of a tray of cutlery making contact with concrete. They were so wrapped up in the jello moment they were having that they hadn't realised someone else was in the commissary with them. An airman was setting up the cutlery tray when he had clumsily dropped it, causing the two to jump apart.
Saluting to the General and nodding to Carter the airman exclaimed, "General, Doctor, Good Morning! I'm sorry about the noise, the tray slipped…".
Jack waved it off with his hand, telling the airman not to worry but as he looked back to Sam she had, at the airman's words, rushed to look at her watch. She hadn't realised what time it was and sighed as she realised she had pulled another all nighter. She glanced back up at Jack who was looking at her, willing for the jello moment to come back.
"Sorry General, but I hadn't realised what the time was. I've got to head home and get some rest before I head back in…".
She smiled and with her hand, carefully wiped some stray bits of blue jello off his cheek. He smiled at this, wanting more than anything to keep her hand there.
"Well goodnight sir, and ah next time warn me a little better of you presence?" She laughed and added "sir" as the airman was still in the room with them. Jack laughed and nodded that he understood and watched as she picked up her folder and walked out of the commissary. As soon as she had left Jack sighed frustratingly. The airman in the room had noticed this and been privy to their goodbyes and asked tentatively "Sir, did I interrupt something?..."
Jack paused for a second to gather himself and turned to the airman and with a glint in his eye pointed at him determinately and stated "There's always round three!" and with that turned on his heels and marched out of the commissary.
The airman not understanding a word of what the General had said to him smiled to himself. This General was a good man and leader, whatever he wanted he would be able to get in a second.
How wrong he was...
A/N: WASSSSSSUUUPPPPPP *cue picture of my face doing the wasssssuupppp thing* haha :D So yeah… PhD is killing me and therefore severely cutting down my time to write! Oh NO! But seriously the little time I do get to write is like a beautiful calming de-stressor and although my experiments don't always g to plan (science is SO unpredictable) I have control of my stories and how the characters will play out! Plus I LOVE hearing feedback from you guys and I hope you enjoy every chapter like I do…
p.s. I am cracking onto the other stories half way through chapter of Our Baby Girl (gonna be a long one) and Saving my Son should come out soon as that isn't as complicated as Our Baby Girl yet! :P