First Floor Garage, Monday Evening

[carter-i-am.livejournal.com]

Sam was on the floor of the garage next to her swoop bike, surrounded by parts--half clean, half filthy--a rag, and assorted tools. She was currently busy filing down a part she'd designed and cast for the propulsion system, trying to smooth all the rough edges before she replaced it.

So far, it was a little better than it had been, but the process was slow-going because she had to keep stopping to pull the metal filings out of her fingertips. At least it was mind-numbing enough work that she could let her mind drift, and not think of anything; particularly not seventeen-year-old girls leading armies into battle, because that should never have happened.


[ooc: Open to all.]

Comments

[anextimeagent.livejournal.com]

"Probably because I learned about tea from Cedric," he said sadly, relaxing as she curled around him. "It's hinky and you haven't taken it to pieces to fix it yet?"

[carter-i-am.livejournal.com]

"It's a relatively new hink," Sam explained, wrapping her arm around his waist, "plus, it's possible that I'm the reason it's broken. And would you rather have something other than tea?"

[anextimeagent.livejournal.com]

Jack sighed and turned slightly in Sam's arms, just enough so he could see her face. "Were you trying to make it go faster?" he asked, smiling as he kissed her jaw. "And no, right now I don't even care about the tea." He closed his eyes. "This is all I need."

[carter-i-am.livejournal.com]

"I was trying to make something go faster," she grumbled, not that it worked, "and if this is all you need, let me go turn off the pot so I don't burn us down." She kissed him on the forehead, then got up, unplugged the hotpot, got undressed, and slipped back into bed.

[anextimeagent.livejournal.com]

He wriggled out of the rest of his clothes, dropping them over the side, and pressed against her, forehead on her shoulder. "The last two days haven't been much fun," he said softly. "Can we go back and fix it so none of this happens?"

[carter-i-am.livejournal.com]

Sam kissed the top of his head. "No."

[anextimeagent.livejournal.com]

Tired as he was, he doubted he'd sleep, but he closed his eyes anyway. "Didn't think so."

[carter-i-am.livejournal.com]

Sam stroked her hand down Jack's side, more to give comfort than anything else. "Sleep. Any morning you wake up is another chance."

[anextimeagent.livejournal.com]

He sighed at the touch, and it was a comfort. "I'll try." Muscle by muscle, he made himself go limp, slowed his breathing and sought sleep. It didn't come, but he stayed silent -- if he pretended to sleep, maybe it would turn into reality.

[carter-i-am.livejournal.com]

"I love you, Jack." Sam felt Jack relax against her, but knew he wasn't sleeping. She'd let him fake it for now, in the hope that he'd fall asleep eventually.