Tuesday Evening, Room 407 (After Flight Club) [NFB]

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Sam had spread the contents of her toolbox out on top of a towel on her bed and was cleaning the tools and reorganizing the box as she put things away. She intended to do a good job as shop TA, and even though it looked like it wouldn't be a conventional shop class, she wanted to be prepared.

Plus, this way the tools would be ready on Thursday when she wanted to work on the Harley. And...yeah, she should probably ask Mac if it was okay to keep it in the shop over the winter, or she was going to have to invest in some fingerless gloves.

Talking with Janet and Elizabeth this afternoon had definitely helped--she was no longer nearly as hysterical or hopeless about the future John Connor had foretold. She had her friends, and her brain still worked. Somehow, she'd make sure it didn't happen here. Now she had an idea of what to look for, as well.

Also, with her friends' support, she didn't feel nearly as much like a circus show attraction as she had when John had stood there, laughing at her. But maybe that was just her bruised ego healing.

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

"Knock knock? Carter, you here?"

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Carter turned around, screwdriver in hand. "Hey. Yeah, obviously I'm here," she said.

"Oh, um, let me get this out of the way. I was just reorganizing my tool box." She replaced the remaining tools in the box and closed it, putting on the floor beside the bed.

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"Ooh tools. Sounds like fun. So. How was your day?"

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"Sit...well, sit anywhere that's not covered in paper, books, or tools, I guess," she said, gesturing to the room. It was pretty cluttered.

She grimaced. "It was okay. Made an ass of myself in front of the new shop teacher on the first day of class, but you were there to see that. Flirted with Hung out with Janet and Liz this afternoon...the usual. Yours?"

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Jack takes a seat on the empty space of ground by the door.

"You didn't make an ass out of yourself. And congrats by the way. You deserved the TA spot. My day? Eh. Not much happened. It's been pretty slow actually."



[Sorry, Mun's brother stole the comp to burn something. Also? Had Jack kill himself via Gas Leak in the mine.]

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"Jack, you don't have to sit on the floor if you don't want to--it can't be good for your kne...well, I guess you don't have to worry about your knees anymore, do you? Just clear a space like you did in the lab if you'd be more comfortable."

She took a seat on the bed, one leg crossed under her. "Thanks," she said, grinning a little, "It's completely dorky, but I really wanted that spot. Even if I did make a fool of myself--a branch and some gum? Everyone else was popping locks and slicing screens...and I used the least high tech solution available."

"How's your ribs and shoulder, by the way?"

[No problem. Not like we're not used to slow-playing by now.]

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"Not really. One of the few good things to come out of this." Jack crawled closer and... shoved a lot of important looking papers out of the way.

"But it was creative, that was good."

"They're okay, still hurt a little. I'm suppossed to go back to the clinic tomorrow and find out when I can start logging hours again."

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Sam smirked as Jack pushed her notes on the Jeep motor out of the way. Yep. Just like in the lab.

"Oh, yeah, that's me. Creative. And dopey." It was possible she was getting a little obsessive about this, but it wasn't like Jack had never met her before. He should be used to this.

She looked him over, relieved that he appeared to be telling the truth. "You are actually going to show up there, right? I'm not going to have Janet poke you with needles all the way to the clinic?"

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"If you're Dopey and Doc is Doc that makes Daniel Sneezy, right?"

"Don't worry, I'm going. Mostly to make sure Daniel went about his eye but I'm going nonetheless."

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Sam laughed. Hard. "Yes, that would be it exactly. And you're...Grumpy? There is no Sarcastic dwarf, you know."

"Wait. What's wrong with Daniel's eye?" And how come you know these things and I don't?

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"You know, I actually saw that coming and yet was helpless to prevent it."

"He got into a fight with a tree and lost."

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"It's your own fault, Jack," Sam said, giggling. "If you hadn't taken the first shot, I wouldn't have fired back."

"He...he what? Is he okay?"

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"But I had too! Had. Too!"

Jack considers the question for a moment befor remembering the attack trees out front.

"He didn't actually get into a fight with one, he walked into it. He seems okay. Except for the shiner he got from it."

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"I know you did. That's what makes you so damned entertaining."

[ooc: Attack trees?]

Sam's mouth fell open. Even for Daniel this was...above and beyond the norm. "He got a black eye by walking into a tree? Did he notice it was there?"

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"Glad to be of entertainment. Or enjoyment. Or whatever word makes that sentence make sense."

[There's a small forest out front of the school full of Ents and Whomping Willows. ]

"I don't think so, apprently this happend either on the way to or from his preformance on Saturday."

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"Well, I find you entertaining, and I enjoy your company much against my better judgment at times, so I guess either one would work," she shrugged.

[ooc: Oh. Right, now I remember.]

"I can't imagine how much he had to drink--he was out there all night reciting Shakespeare, and then he walked into a tree? Yikes. Have you seen him? I know a little bit about what's going on from Janet, but I haven't even heard him since Saturday."

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"Yay, enjoyment."

"A glass of scotch. One. I talked to him on the phone for a while on... yesterday I think actually."

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Sam grinned at him and began rubbing the sole of her right foot. "I could find you completely annoying and challenge you to an arm wrestling match, if you'd prefer."

"You're kidding. One? As in...one? Single?" Sam began laughing. "He's never going to live this down. I know it was bad before, but I had assumed that he'd had at least half a bottle, or a case of beers, or something. This...this is too funny."

"Okay, you talked to him," Sam said, switching feet. "Did he sound more like himself?"

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"Oh see that's just mean. And cheating."

"Yeah. One. As in slightly more then none and significantly less then two." Jack shifted so that he was sitting cross-legged instead of on his knees.

"Yeah. He even apologized for the whole ignoring thing. And then he tried to get me to respect my elders."

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"What's mean? And how is it cheating?" Her eyebrows rose. "I challenged you within five minutes after we first met, if you remember. I'm sure Charlie would be happy to refresh your memory, if you want."

She noticed his change of position. "There is a chair here, somewhere, or you could sit on the bed, if it would be more comfortable." She smirked, "He's such a lightweight."

"Well, I'm glad he apologized to you. Oh, he didn't! How'd that turn out for him?"

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Jack wiggles his bad arm for a moment. "No counter balance now."

"I'm okay here. Besides it's a pain in the ass getting off the floor like this."

"Yeah, he even asked for advice about Doc. No well. I think agreed not to bite him but made a vague refrence to future torture."

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"I could wait until you were better," Sam said, dryly.

"Whatever makes you comfortable, I guess. Just remember, when you're aching tonight, that I did offer somewhere more comfortable than the floor. I'd even give you a hand up if you wanted."

"Daniel. Asked you. For romantic advice?" Sam began laughing so hard that she tipped over and almost fell off the bed. "Had he been drinking again? When did you and Daniel start biting each other? I knew there was more to it than rumors!"

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"That would work too."

"I might take you up on that in a few minute but right now I've found just the right spot to not-lose feeling anywhere."

Jack waits for Carter to stop laughing. It takes a while.

"Shut up. He said I couldn't bite him in class the big meanie!"

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"Yeah."

"Well, you let me know, then."

Sam's laughter eventually tapered off to giggles. "So, Casanova, what did you tell our poor, lovelorn archeologist? Aw...poor Jack...didn't anyone ever tell you about delayed gratification?"

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

"Keep up with the apologizing, stop with the flowers, don't be stupid, don't get discouraged... stuff like that. That's where you get the cookie after you finish your work, right?"