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First Floor Garage, Tuesday Evening

Sam was drafting plans for a cloaking device and trying to figure out how to graft it onto the swoop bike. The swoop bike itself was taunting her--it was sitting there, practically begging to be flown, and flown fast, but she couldn't take it with her (no matter where she ended up after graduation) if it was going to be visible. The technology was simply too advanced and too alien.

She also occasionally glanced at the rough sketches Luke had made of his speeder, and was wondering if she should start over and install the cloak on the speeder.

"Hmmmm."

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Jack spent a few minutes just watching Sam, mostly because he could, then grinned and sauntered over. "I thought I might find you here."

"Yeah, I OD'ed on being a girl after dress shopping with River," Sam grinned as she looked up at him, "and it turned out my engine grease level was low. What's going on?"

"Nothing. Just felt the urge for your company," he said as he crouched down to kiss her, "I guess my Sam level was low."

She kissed him back, then said, "You're going to have a rough prom night, Jack Harkness."

"Promises, promises," he laughed, waggling his eyebrows at her. "Does that mean you two found something to wear?" He paused. "And I'm suddenly frightened by the thought of you and River working together on anything, but especially something that involves me."

"Yes, ~~once we finish playing it out I'm sure~~ we both found something to wear. Which I know cramps your whole policy on nudity, but there we are," she grinned, gesturing with a pencil, "and River's going to look stunning. But you can't keep her in your room, because she needs to get out there and dance."

"You are out to spoil all my fun, aren't you?" Jack shook his head sadly and put his arm around her waist as he tried to get a look at the sketches. "I promise there will be dancing, with everyone, and not the naked kind. At least at the actual prom. I make no promises as to what happens afterwards, though."

"No," she turned the sketches to face Jack, "and anything afterwards that isn't with me is none of my business."

"I know, no kiss and tell. And you I want to see before the prom. We can help each other get dressed." Okay, maybe re-dressed was more likely, but it still sounded good. Jack traced a finger over the paper and looked at her curiously. "What is it? Oh, and you might have to share me with Isabel at the prom. For at least a couple of dances."

"It's a speeder, which is apparently an updated version of a swoop bike. Luke sketched it for me," Sam told him, because obviously that was more important than having to help Jack get dressed, "And sure, why not? No date, huh?"

"She and Greg split up, which I only found out last night," he said absently, looking between the sketch and the bike. "Are you going to turn your swoopbike into this?"

"That's too bad," Sam frowned, "and I'm not sure. I think it'll be easier to just start over than to do the adaptation, but I should probably talk to Anakin or Luke first."

"So what are you going to do with this one if you're making a new one?" he asked, standing up to walk around it, running his finger across the seat, and he grinned as a thought suddenly occurred to him. "Could I have it?"

Sam eyed him. Was there a reason she couldn't have both? "Why would you want it?"

"Why wouldn't I?" he countered, still grinning, leaning on the bike as he counted off the reasons. "For a start, it's a swoopbike, so yeah, automatically good, for a second, you built it, which makes it even better, third..." He frowned. "Actually, that's my entire argument. It's something incredible that you built, and if you don't need it anymore, I could give it a good home."

"I..." Sam chewed on her lip. She loved Jack, but it was a swoop bike. There were only four on the planet. "Um...updating it isn't the same thing as not needing it."

Jack shrugged, not at all bothered. "You can't blame a guy for trying," he said with a laugh. "If you're going to have two of them, will you teach me to fly this one?"

"That I can do," she nodded, relieved. Which reminded her that she needed to teach River how to fly her ship. And maybe take the swoop bike out for a spin.

"Now?" he asked, full on hopeful puppydog eyes in place. "I promise to make it worth your while later on."

Sam hadn't taken the swoop bike apart yet, so it was still in decent condition to fly. Plus, it was a gorgeous night. "Yeah."

Jack had to do a little dance of triumph. "Excellent," he said when he was done. "This is going to be fun! Just tell me what to do and I'll do it."

"I'd tell you to grab a helmet, but we're going to be flying thousands of feet above the ground at hundreds of miles an hour, so it's not like a motorcycle helmet is going to save us from crashing or protect your head if you fall off," Sam folded up her sketches and locked them away in her drawer then beamed at Jack. "You want to get a jacket?" She pulled her leather one on, practically bouncing with excitement.

"Give me two seconds," Jack laughed and dashed off, taking the steps two at a time, callling back over his shoulder, "No leaving without me!"

Sam put her tools away while she waited and started wiping down the bike, turning it on to check the engine, then turning it off again.

Jack came bouncing back down the stairs and ran across the garage to swoop Sam into a hug, now wearing his long black coat. "And you'll let me fly it?"

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