Best-Laid Plans

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John Crichton lay, snoringly unconscious on Liz Weir's bed in the now-joint room of #239/240.

Sam Carter regarded him with a grimace. This presented a problem. Jack had arranged for a party to happen in the newly-unified rooms, and John Crichton's drugged presence was not a good sign.

She was going to have to move him. And fast.

"What did Sergeant Mastoten say about the best-laid plans never surviving the first engagement with the enemy?" Sam muttered to herself.

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[carter-i-am.livejournal.com]

"Yes." Sam said bluntly. "It is. Are you going to loan me the cloak or not?"

[harried-potter.livejournal.com]

Harry figured that discretion was the better part of not getting shot by an impatient blonde who wanted his Invisibility Cloak.

"I don't want to know what you're doing with it," he said. "And you won't fit more than two people under their, either."

[carter-i-am.livejournal.com]

Sam grinned. "Thanks. I owe you one."

And she headed back up to Liz's room.