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First Floor Garage, Tuesday Evening

Dressed in a pair of old denim overalls and t-shirt, Sam sat on the floor next to her motorcycle/swoop bike, surrounded by many, many scavenged, rigged, and purchased parts, her tool box, and the schematics, which she'd reclaimed from the Danger ~~Room~~ Shop once the garage renovations were complete.

Today was all about the power source. Gasoline and combustion engines were so very twentieth century.

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Jack craned his neck so he could see where she was pointing. "Does it matter how many different kinds? The end result's what matters." He grinned down at the part in his hands. "And isn't finding out if you can do it part of the fun?"

"Every new kind makes the integration that much trickier," Sam admitted, "and it's not like this kind of conversion has ever been done on a motorcycle before. I had to reinforce the frame twice already."

"Yes, it is, and I think you can let go of that now," she smiled at him.

"So why keep going with it?" he asked as he set the part down and walked over to stand next to her. "And point me to the converter. I feel like getting my hands dirty while you handle nuts and bolts."

"Because there's all this technology out there, and so many ideas, and it should all be compatible, if the laws of the scientific world are universal, they way I've been taught they are and the way they should be," Sam said, beginning to pace as she tried to explain. It had been so long since she'd played with science and machinery just because she could, and not because her life and the lives of those she loved were on the line.

"There's power in each new discovery, and being able to combine them into something no one's ever seen before, well, there's another kind of power in that."

Jank leaned against a work bench, eyes following her as she paced. "Sexy," he muttered very quietly under his breath, because she was, then louder, "I think I understand. The power of creating something that's never existed, but for it's own sake, not for what it can do, right?"

"Yes!" Sam stopped in her pacing and beamed at him. "That's it exactly! Pure scientific discovery."

"I'm not just a pretty face," he laughed, completely charmed by Sam's smile. "How can I help?"

She handed him a socket wrench and a tube of epoxy. "Here." Then she handed him a series of short hoses and connectors. "I need three longer hoses, of equal length, and the connections between them need to be sealed. Be careful not to glue yourself to anything, including yourself."

"I can do that. I probably won't even glue myself to anything." He found a clear spot and started laying out the hoses in three lines, rearranging them until he was happy with the configuration. "What are these for?" he asked as he started to unscrew the epoxy.

"The propulsion system," Sam said, tightening some bolts on the engine, then checking her figures again. "I might install cloaking later, but that won't be for a while."

"If you do? Make sure you park it somewhere you can find it again," he suggested while he squeezed a careful line of glue inside the first connector and started screwing the hoses together. "Hmmm, got a rag so I can wipe off the overflow? I don't want the wrench to become a permanent part of your bike."

Sam handed him a rag, biting at her lip as she concentrated. "You wouldn't believe how often that happened," she grinned, still looking at her figures, "only to be fixed when Daniel bumped into it."

"Thanks." Jack stopped and stared before he started wiping off the glue. "You're kidding," he said, glued the rest of the connectors for the first hose and began finger tightening them.

"Yeah, I am," she laughed.

Shaking his head, Jack laughed and tightened the connections, then started on the next hose. "I actually believed you."

"Unfortunately, last time I was near the project, the cloaking technology was still in the beginning stages," Sam said with a frown, "and it's kind of hard to forget where you left a ship the size of the great pyramids in Egypt."

"I'm guessing that's pretty big?" Jack quickly finished the last hose and wiped his fingers on the rag. "And how's that?" he asked pointing at the three lengths of hose.

"Yes, it's enormous." Sam stared at him, then shook her head with a smile, "You don't know about the Egyptian pyramids? Oh, I'll have to fix that before you meet Daniel, or your head will explode from the lecture."

"That looks great, thanks," Sam said with a nod.

"I do want to meet him. And I'd prefer if my head didn't explode, so that'd be great." Jack wandered over to stand behind Sam and stare at the schematics, resting one hand on the back of her neck. "What's next?"

"We'll have to work on that," Sam tipped her head back, then stretched. "Next is attaching them to the whatever-it-is that I'm building."

"Should we wait until the glue sets?" he asked, sliding his fingers up Sam's neck and rubbing gently.

"That would be a good idea, yes. Plus we should check the seal," Sam groaned a little, "and I give you three years to stop doing that."

"In a minute. And what if I don't want to stop?" he teased as he started rubbing her shoulders. "Three years might not be long enough."

She looked back over her shoulder at him. "Then I guess I'll just have to put up with it."

"Good answer." Jack kissed the top of her head and slipped his arms around her waist, heedless of any grease.

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