The Library

[janet_fraiser]

Janet unlocked the library and walked in, setting her laptop down warily behind the desk and trying not to think about Hathor the last time she was in here. She took a drink from her extra-large mug of coffee and started working.

ETA: She popped out a moment later and stuck a note up on the door: "New teachers need to check out the Rules of Conduct and fill out a library card application in blue or black ink, damn it. Please come inside for a form. Thank you."

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[janet_fraiser]

Janet grinned widely at Sam. "Well," she said. "That's nice. I'm so glad that worked out for you." She pursed her lips and tried not to laugh. Too much. It's about damn time.

[carter-i-am.livejournal.com]

"Well, I wouldn't say that it's worked out...more like it's still in the process of working itself out."

Sam almost started humming, but caught herself in time. She'd never, ever hear the end of it.

[janet_fraiser]

Janet eyes shone with suppressed laughter. "I was just talking about last night," she said.

[carter-i-am.livejournal.com]

Maybe I'll just go hide under the desk. Why doesn't Jack have to deal with this?

"I...knew that. And there's no way I was so giddy that I was a complete bonehead and showed up to shop class a week early. At all! Oh, and I'm sorry for throwing you out of your room last night...um, I'll make it up to you, promise."

[janet_fraiser]

Janet was trying to be good. She was trying really hard. God, it was so difficult.

"Okay," she said, unable to stop grinning at Sam. "You didn't! Oh, well. Hopefully no one saw you. It's fine, you know. We could have stayed and made things awkward then, or we could have left. We just did our homework in the common room, that's all."

[carter-i-am.livejournal.com]

"Of course I did, Janet. Can you imagine me making this up? Oh, yeah, I met the new shop teacher, who bought some kind of alien force field on Ebay. I got to help him put it up (but he wouldn't let me take anything apart, darn it)."

"I just feel a little goofy about this--I mean, for once there's nothing to stand in our way...it feels a little weird. Plus, well, I haven't seen him today, and now I'm worried that I'm being this big, giddy dork and he doesn't even..." She started to hyperventilate and had to sit down.

[janet_fraiser]

"No, you didn't make it up, I know. I met him too. He got a library card this morning. He needed a Shi'ar dictionary, whatever language that is. And he tried to get me to sign up for his class. You'll be able to take stuff apart soon, I'm sure."

"Well, of course it feels weird," said Janet. She put her arm around Sam and gave her a reassuring hug. "I mean, you've known him for nine years now forever. And you know Jack. He's never been one to wear his emotions openly. There is no way I will ever forget the look on his face when he said he cares about you a lot more than he's supposed to, and that was not an 'I care about you' look. Giddy is understandable coming from you. If I ever saw Jack acting giddy I'd wonder if he were on drugs."

"Sam." Janet crouched in front of the chair Sam's sitting in. "Breathe."

[carter-i-am.livejournal.com]

"Yeah, he wanted to know if I could translate the manual (and the idea of having a manual at all for alien technology--stop and marvel at the concept!), but I referred him over to Daniel Butthead."

"Did I tell you I asked him about that at the dance? He said that he'd meant it both ways." "Okay, now I have a new goal in life...to see what it takes to make him giddy."

Sam bent over, panting heavily. This couldn't be normal, could it?

[janet_fraiser]

"There was a manual?" asked Janet. "For alien technology? I guess he showed up here when he couldn't find Daniel the jerk."

"You asked him about it! At the dance? Both ways? As in friendship and--what? Sam?"

"How to make Jack O'Neill giddy? Aside from nitrous oxide? I feel confident that you're up to the challenge."

Janet put her hands on Sam's shoulders to steady her. "Deep breaths," she said calmly. "In, then out." Don't start laughing at what you just said, Janet. Don't. "They're men. If they didn't confuse us, life would be too easy, right?"

OOC: I lose at HTML today.

[carter-i-am.livejournal.com]

"No, he had a dictionary in his hand, so I guess he already saw you. He just was having trouble with the translation. Yeah, there were even diagrams, can you believe it?"

"Well...I asked him whether 'caring about me more than he should' was a romantic thing or a 'not wanting to send a good friend into combat' thing, and he said it was both. Which, y'know kind of left me without anywhere to go in my argument. Naturally, it was all subtextual."

*huge grin*

Sam inhaled and exhaled as instructed and tried not to think R-rated thoughts. "Yes."

OOC: That's okay, I lost at grammar yesterday--I actually left words out, I think.

[janet_fraiser]

"He zoomed in practically the instant I opened the library," said Janet. "He must have been impatient. There were diagrams? He's spoiled."

Left you without anywhere to go except for the part where he didn't explain what he meant--even subtextually, damn it--for five years now.

*grinning right back*

"Shame we're too fond of them to swear them off completely." Janet's suppressed smile was starting to emerge again.

[carter-i-am.livejournal.com]

Sam snorted. "Tell me about it. I'd love to see what he could do with Goa'uld technology and no manual in sight."

"Okay, point. But, to be fair, I didn't ask him, either."

"Yeah, it definitely is." She blushed again, seeing Janet's smile. Was she going to be spending all day like this?