The Library Is Open (11/3/05)

[janet_fraiser]

Janet dragged herself from Criminal Justice to the library, unlocked it, and tried to decide if she felt like working today sat down behind the Collections Desk. She started checking in books very, very slowly.

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[janet_fraiser]

"Oh, good," says Janet, unaccountably pleased. She's actually grown fond of the Library. "You know, I don't think I've ever seen him again I think he vanished in The Great Journal Deletion Of Parents Weekend. Maybe Special Collections turned him into a newt and he never got better?"

Janet snickered. "Jack is slowly getting better. Sam and I keep checking up on him. So does Charlie, but we don't tell him we know that." She frowned. "I'm reading his sorry ass the riot act when he gets out."

[prof-methos.livejournal.com]

"So we chalk up one missing person as having wandered into Special Collections and never wandered out again? Yes, yes he did."

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

"Pretty much." Parker doesn't look too disturbed. "Maybe it turned him into a happy newt? Or sent him to Narnia?" She stops spinning, looking caught by the idea. "I would *love* that."

[janet_fraiser]

"What era?" asked Janet. "Anything but book seven. Good, but depressing right up until the end."

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

"The Reign of the Four Siblings, I think. A couple years after the White Queen bites it." Parker leans back, looking at the ceiling as she spins. "A second Golden Age, yadda. I'd love to sail to Cair Paravel. What gets me?" She straightens up. "With this place, it's not impossible."

[prof-methos.livejournal.com]

"Gracious, Parker. I don't think I've ever seen you this... perky. I may have to go away for another week if it puts you in this good of a mood."

[janet_fraiser]

"Perky, huh?" asked Janet. "You know, I think the hockey team was looking for a cheerleader." She looked over at Parker. "Wanna volunteer?"

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

"Bite your tongue. I'm not *perky*. Merely chipper. If I'm not playing, I'm not cheering."

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

"I'm fighting the encroaching cloud of emo that's in the offing." Parker grinned evilly. "Hey, if you want to leave us in charge, we're good with that. We'd miss your shiny face and other parts though."

[prof-methos.livejournal.com]

"I tremble and quake at the idea of you being in charge," Methos says calmly. "Although I think Janet broke my mug on purpose, and that was a gift, damnit. Want to help me get her back?"

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

Parker's grin turns wicked. "Are we going to deprive her of caffiene? I'm bitter about giving it up, so that would be just fine."

[prof-methos.livejournal.com]

"I'd prefer to do something to her that does not directly cause us grief, thanks. I don't know about you, but I don't want to have to deal with her uncaffeinated."

[janet_fraiser]

"I think so," said Janet. "It was his own fault for going in without a library card, though. Oops. Sucks to be him, then."

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

"For being an idiot and getting pneumonia, or aiming for my shoes? Jerk." Parker twirls again, then hops off the spinning stool to pick up some books and begin organizing them. "But hey, I get new shoes out of it. Possibly more than one pair. I can't believe his 'dad' hasn't caught on about that credit card yet."

[carter-i-am.livejournal.com]

"Be glad he didn't aim higher, Parker. Besides, I think he was really trying to get the floor. Poor guy."

Sam grinned at Parker, amazed she wasn't dizzy from the spinning, "Oh, he knows. Jack just caught pneumonia and his Uncle forgot to ask for it back."

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

"Wow, that was convenient. Remind me to have an ulcer attack the next time I'm about to get busted." Parker smirked. "And maybe he was trying to hit the floor, but I swear I saw House giving him a thumb's up for getting me. Don't *tell* me he didn't get a red lollipop out of that."

[carter-i-am.livejournal.com]

"See? It's all about prior planning."

Sam took another bite, then threw the apple core towards a garbage can. Sighing when she missed, she walked over to pick it up and throw it out properly. "He got two, actually. But it's not like he asked for them. He and Doctor House just seem to get along disturbingly well."

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

"And you're *dating* this guy? Think about that, Carter. What's he going to be like in 30 years?" Parker paused, then grinned. "Oh, never mind."

[carter-i-am.livejournal.com]

Carter stuck her tongue out at Parker, then shot a warning glance at Professor Pierson. "If I had to guess? I'd bet he'll be exactly like he is now, but more stubborn, bossier, and with bad knees."

[janet_fraiser]

Janet choked. She was not claiming that General Not-A-Clone was her uncle. No way.

"Pneumonia," she said, when she recovered. "Given that he wouldn't have been there to puke on your shoes if he'd just stayed in bed when he first started feeling sick. And I think Uncle George is still sticking around until he can swipe the credit card back for--" Janet cleared her throat and mentally cursed Parker. "Uncle Jonathan."

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

"Ah," Parker said meditatively, putting a few poetry books in a stack to take back to the shelves. Curse Mitchell and his obsessions, anyway. "Nice of your Uncle George, then. Good to know."

[carter-i-am.livejournal.com]

"Oh, don't even get me started," Sam said, tapping her fingers on the counter in front of her. "I need to save all the good aggravation for when Jack's up and around again. The dummy."

[janet_fraiser]

"I plan on making him suffer. The moron," said Janet. "So there's no way I'd let you get any of that pent-up frustration out."

She pulled a box of chocolate out of her bag and held it out to Sam. "Truffle?"

[carter-i-am.livejournal.com]

"Trust me," Sam muttered under her breath, "There's no problem with me not having frustrations pent-up when it comes to Jack O'Neill."

"Ooo. Thanks." After a moment of intense thought, Sam selected a truffle and bit into it, tasting the burst of sweetness. Nothing like diverted gratification. "Yum, raspberry."

[janet_fraiser]

Janet couldn't decide whether to be sympathetic or to laugh at Sam. She settled on a totally bland lack of reaction that Sam could probably read like a book. "Mmm," was all Janet said.

"Of course," said Janet. She took the mocha truffle she'd been hoping Sam would leave and stared at it. "It's entirely possible these are the perfect food."