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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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"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.

"Thanks, I liked it," Sam said, leaning back against him. "You're going to be filthy, you know."

"You'll just have to help me get clean," he replied, smiling as he snuck his fingers under the edge of her shirt. "And I'd be happy to return the favour. Once we're done here, of course."

"Jack," she scolded, stepping away, "we're never going to finish if you don't stop touching me."

"Sorry." He put his hands behind his back and tried to look contrite. "Think the glue will be dry yet? And how do we check the seals?"

"No you're not," Sam teased, "and it'll probably be a little while longer. We'll run smoke through it, and then water."

"What are we going to do until then?"

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