Rooms 239/240: Subtext Central, Cont.

[janet_fraiser]

OOC: Cont. from here because over 300 comments and my eyes cross people.

Janet flipped idly through her magazine and grinned over at Jack and Liz (and anyone else that happened to be in the room).

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[janet_fraiser]

*sighs, waits 'til thermometer beeps, then pulls it out and checks it*

Temperature's normal.

What were you saying?

[2ls-in-oneill.livejournal.com]

I hate you and I'm hungry and I don't have a plague.

[janet_fraiser]

*smooches Jack* You don't hate me. But you do hate my thermometer. Eat the damn apple, and then I'll make you a sandwich while you strip Kawalsky so we can take embarrassng pictures of him.

And no, you don't have the plague.

[2ls-in-oneill.livejournal.com]

*Takes a big chunk out of the apple* Mmm. Appley.

Just so's we're clear on that.

[janet_fraiser]

Apples usually are, yes.

And we're clear on the fact that no, you have no plague.

[2ls-in-oneill.livejournal.com]

Except when they're not.

Good.

[janet_fraiser]

Have they ever not been appley in your experience?

[2ls-in-oneill.livejournal.com]

I once had one that kinda tasted like oatmeal. It was disgusting.

[janet_fraiser]

Where was this? Never mind, I don't want to know. But that's disturbing.

[2ls-in-oneill.livejournal.com]

One of the P4X's the one with the yellow sky?

Yes. Very disturing. All Danny's fault, he sneezed on my MRE.

[janet_fraiser]

I'm not asking. Didn't I say that I didn't want to know?

[2ls-in-oneill.livejournal.com]

Just remember to guard your food around him (Though it was always mine he sneezed in come to think of it...).

[janet_fraiser]

He's always been very careful of mine, sir. *grin* It's almost like he likes me or something.

[2ls-in-oneill.livejournal.com]

Nah, he's probably just afraid of what you'd do to him.

[janet_fraiser]

*elbows you & laughs* I was never that scary!

[2ls-in-oneill.livejournal.com]

You had needles. You were that scary. Carter once walked through the gate with three broken toes so you wouldn't poke her in the boot.

[janet_fraiser]

Me? I was never scary. I was firm.

She got what she deserved, though, didn't she? I wouldn't wish that pain on my worst enemy. *pauses* Oh, wait. I would.

[2ls-in-oneill.livejournal.com]

Scary, firm, same difference.

Now that's just mean.

[janet_fraiser]

So what's the difference, then?

Wishing that pain on my worst enemy? Not that I actually have a worst enemy, mind you.

[2ls-in-oneill.livejournal.com]

One doesn't get me the needle?

So what, you and that Cadamus guy are all bunnies and chocolate now?

[janet_fraiser]

Bite me, Jack.

No, I hate him. But I never really thought of myself as the type to have a worst enemy. Though I suppose if anyone were to qualify, it'd be him.

[2ls-in-oneill.livejournal.com]

No. I don't wanna.

See? Enemy.

[janet_fraiser]

A little cranky tonight? Usually something like that would bring up innuendo.

*shakes head* I'm just not the type to make enemies generally. I mean, what did I do all day before? Work in an infirmary. What do I do all day now? Go to classes, work in the library, and hang out. There's not much opportunity for making enemies there.

Except, yeah, Camulus. How was I supposed to know Beka wanted to spar with him when I saw him pinning her down and beating her up? It didn't look like sparring, at least.

[2ls-in-oneill.livejournal.com]

Usually yes, but usually I don't spend an hour piercing someone's ass with a big needle so... I think it's thrown me a little off-kiltered.

Sparring. Yeah. Sure.

[janet_fraiser]

Fun clinic work, huh?

Oh, Lord, of course it wasn't sparring. I was being tactful. It was seriously a masochistic beat-me-up-and-fuck-me seduction, Jack. Everyone knows that by now.