Jail House Rock
Well, I've had this idea in the back of my mind for a while now. I hope you like it!
Disclaimer: It breaks my heart every time I remember that I really don't own them.
Season: With Jonas, so I guess season 6
Spoilers: none
* * *
Ever so carefully, she picked up the miniscule wire with a pair of tweezers. Closer and closer she edged it to what she thought was its proper position on the piece of alien technology. Her hand trembled slightly, and with extra determination it stilled. Just a little bit farther and the laws of physics could be breached once more.
"Hey, Carter! What ya doing?"
Sam jumped.
The tweezers clattered to the floor.
The wire flying.
She rubbed her forehead wearily.
"Well, sir, I was preparing to . . ."
He waved his hand to stop her.
"All right. All right. I guess it's safe to assume you're not leaving for downtime."
"I just really want to finish this, sir."
"Carter, Carter, what am I going to do with you? This is no way to spend downtime! You're young. Go do something exciting. Take pictures."
"Pictures, sir?"
"For the sake of posterity!"
Sam looked at him blankly.
"Ah, never mind! You go ahead and waste away your week off. I, on the other hand, am going to spend seven blissful days ice fishing."
Shaking his head at her, Jack left.
Sam shook her head, then got down on all fours in search of her missing wire.
"'You're young,' he says. 'I'm going fishing,' he says. Like spending seven days in the middle of nowhere makes him a social butterfly!"
Sam stopped her mutterings as she caught a metallic glint out of the corner of her eye.
"Ah ha! Got you."
Once again, she grabbed her tweezers. With fierce determination she put it in its rightful place.
Or maybe not.
It sputtered.
It crackled.
It died.
Sinking to her chair in frustration, Sam stared in defeat at the machine.
"Maybe he's right," she muttered to the empty room.
Picking up her phone, she hit the speed dial.
"Jonas Quinn."
"Jonas, go get Teal'c and meet me topside in twenty minutes. We're getting a life!"
* * *
Jonas and Teal'c waited at the entrance of the mountain for Sam.
"So, Teal'c, you weren't going to do anything for downtime either?"
"Indeed not. I had planned on performing Kelpentok, a week long ceremony of meditation."
"Well, um, I'm sure that would have been very nice."
"Indeed."
"Hey, here comes Sam."
"All right guys, let's go."
They promptly followed her as she led them to her car. Sam grinned at them.
"Just wait till the Colonel gets back. We'll have some stories to tell! He wants pictures? I'll give him pictures!"
They all got in the car and moved to buckle up.
Sam's hand stilled on her seatbelt.
"Major Carter. Is there a problem?"
"Well, I just realized. I don't know what to do."
They sat in silence for a moment unsure of what to do next.
Suddenly it occurred to Jonas.
"You know, there is something I've been wanting to do for quite a while."
* * *
Jack whistled cheerfully as his truck quickly swallowed up the miles.
His cabin. Such a beautiful place. Relaxing. Why the rest of the team couldn't appreciate the fine art of fishing, he'd never know.
"It'd do them good," he said aloud to no one in particular.
"They're all so young. Well, maybe not T, but Carter and Jonas. They need to learn to stop and smell the roses. Yes, that's just what they need. You know –"
Ringing from his cell phone interrupted his one-way conversation.
"O'Neill."
"Oh, thank goodness! I was afraid you'd be out of range by now, sir!"
"Carter? What are you talking about? What's going on?"
* * *
"Well, you see, sir, um well, Teal'c and Jonas and I were out. Just like you wanted us to," she glanced over uncertainly at Teal'c and Jonas. Jonas gave her a thumbs-up sign. That's right. Put some of the blame on him.
"So, as we were doing what you asked us to do, we kind of ran into some problems, and uh, how should I say this. . ."
A voice came from the desk beside her.
"Lady, look, you only get five minutes. Make it fast."
"Hey! How come she get's five minutes! You only let the rest of us have two!"
"Spike, do I need to put you separate from the others?"
"No," Spike said with a heavy sigh.
"Sam, who was that?" Jack was getting worried.
"Who was that, you ask sir? Well, I guess you would say he's Doug. . . the prison guard. Oh, and Spike, but he says he's innocent, and I believe him."
Spike grinned at her.
Sam smiled back but winced as she heard tires squealing.
"Sir? You okay?"
She hung up the phone and went back to the cell, reclaiming her seat beside Teal'c and Jonas, across from Spike, Snake, and Bill.
"He's on his way."
* * *
Well, what do you think? Worth continuing or in serious need of revision? There will only be about two more chapters, but I wanted to break it up to keep it from being too long. School is cancelled due to snow, so I will have the next part up very shortly. Thanks so much for reading! Lots of love!
Well, I've had this idea in the back of my mind for a while now. I hope you like it!
Disclaimer: It breaks my heart every time I remember that I really don't own them.
Season: With Jonas, so I guess season 6
Spoilers: none
* * *
Ever so carefully, she picked up the miniscule wire with a pair of tweezers. Closer and closer she edged it to what she thought was its proper position on the piece of alien technology. Her hand trembled slightly, and with extra determination it stilled. Just a little bit farther and the laws of physics could be breached once more.
"Hey, Carter! What ya doing?"
Sam jumped.
The tweezers clattered to the floor.
The wire flying.
She rubbed her forehead wearily.
"Well, sir, I was preparing to . . ."
He waved his hand to stop her.
"All right. All right. I guess it's safe to assume you're not leaving for downtime."
"I just really want to finish this, sir."
"Carter, Carter, what am I going to do with you? This is no way to spend downtime! You're young. Go do something exciting. Take pictures."
"Pictures, sir?"
"For the sake of posterity!"
Sam looked at him blankly.
"Ah, never mind! You go ahead and waste away your week off. I, on the other hand, am going to spend seven blissful days ice fishing."
Shaking his head at her, Jack left.
Sam shook her head, then got down on all fours in search of her missing wire.
"'You're young,' he says. 'I'm going fishing,' he says. Like spending seven days in the middle of nowhere makes him a social butterfly!"
Sam stopped her mutterings as she caught a metallic glint out of the corner of her eye.
"Ah ha! Got you."
Once again, she grabbed her tweezers. With fierce determination she put it in its rightful place.
Or maybe not.
It sputtered.
It crackled.
It died.
Sinking to her chair in frustration, Sam stared in defeat at the machine.
"Maybe he's right," she muttered to the empty room.
Picking up her phone, she hit the speed dial.
"Jonas Quinn."
"Jonas, go get Teal'c and meet me topside in twenty minutes. We're getting a life!"
* * *
Jonas and Teal'c waited at the entrance of the mountain for Sam.
"So, Teal'c, you weren't going to do anything for downtime either?"
"Indeed not. I had planned on performing Kelpentok, a week long ceremony of meditation."
"Well, um, I'm sure that would have been very nice."
"Indeed."
"Hey, here comes Sam."
"All right guys, let's go."
They promptly followed her as she led them to her car. Sam grinned at them.
"Just wait till the Colonel gets back. We'll have some stories to tell! He wants pictures? I'll give him pictures!"
They all got in the car and moved to buckle up.
Sam's hand stilled on her seatbelt.
"Major Carter. Is there a problem?"
"Well, I just realized. I don't know what to do."
They sat in silence for a moment unsure of what to do next.
Suddenly it occurred to Jonas.
"You know, there is something I've been wanting to do for quite a while."
* * *
Jack whistled cheerfully as his truck quickly swallowed up the miles.
His cabin. Such a beautiful place. Relaxing. Why the rest of the team couldn't appreciate the fine art of fishing, he'd never know.
"It'd do them good," he said aloud to no one in particular.
"They're all so young. Well, maybe not T, but Carter and Jonas. They need to learn to stop and smell the roses. Yes, that's just what they need. You know –"
Ringing from his cell phone interrupted his one-way conversation.
"O'Neill."
"Oh, thank goodness! I was afraid you'd be out of range by now, sir!"
"Carter? What are you talking about? What's going on?"
* * *
"Well, you see, sir, um well, Teal'c and Jonas and I were out. Just like you wanted us to," she glanced over uncertainly at Teal'c and Jonas. Jonas gave her a thumbs-up sign. That's right. Put some of the blame on him.
"So, as we were doing what you asked us to do, we kind of ran into some problems, and uh, how should I say this. . ."
A voice came from the desk beside her.
"Lady, look, you only get five minutes. Make it fast."
"Hey! How come she get's five minutes! You only let the rest of us have two!"
"Spike, do I need to put you separate from the others?"
"No," Spike said with a heavy sigh.
"Sam, who was that?" Jack was getting worried.
"Who was that, you ask sir? Well, I guess you would say he's Doug. . . the prison guard. Oh, and Spike, but he says he's innocent, and I believe him."
Spike grinned at her.
Sam smiled back but winced as she heard tires squealing.
"Sir? You okay?"
She hung up the phone and went back to the cell, reclaiming her seat beside Teal'c and Jonas, across from Spike, Snake, and Bill.
"He's on his way."
* * *
Well, what do you think? Worth continuing or in serious need of revision? There will only be about two more chapters, but I wanted to break it up to keep it from being too long. School is cancelled due to snow, so I will have the next part up very shortly. Thanks so much for reading! Lots of love!