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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[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 snickered. "Do you that he'll listen to anyone any better?" she asked.

[carter-i-am.livejournal.com]

"Not even if he was on fire and we were offering him different ways to put himself out," Sam replied. "He was practically dying of pneumonia and he still bitched about having to take meds."

[janet_fraiser]

"Damn," said Janet. "I had hope. No, I really didn't."

[carter-i-am.livejournal.com]

"What on earth would make you think he'd get better?" Sam asked. "I mean, it's not like you don't know from prior experience."

[janet_fraiser]

"I couldn't possibly imagine." Janet sighed wistfully. "Sudden brain injury? Oh, I know. I'd have gone for grape-flavored antibiotics right away. Or just given him another IV drip of them. And there's a reason we had a drawer of 'hidden' board games in the infirmary."

[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."

[carter-i-am.livejournal.com]

"Oh, shush, you," Sam said. "Anyone ever tell you that you think really loudly?"

"It is possible. Especially if they've got caffeine and/or alcohol in them." She popped the rest of the truffle into her mouth and closed her eyes in bliss.

[janet_fraiser]

"I do not!" exclaimed Janet. She stuck her tongue out at Sam. "You've just known me way, way too long."

Janet nibbled at one side of her mocha truffle. "If your raspberry truffle has alcohol in it too, I'm going to be jealous."

[carter-i-am.livejournal.com]

"Isn't that the truth," Sam grinned, liking a stray bit of raspberry filling off her bottom lip. "We know where all the bodies are buried."

"No, no alcohol. Just raspberry. Which is enough, trust me."

[janet_fraiser]

"Sad, but true," said Janet cheerfully as she very interestedly watched as the filling disappeared off Sam's lip. "Not only do we know where they are, but we also have no shame about using the knowledge to our advantage."

Janet licked some of the mocha out of the inside of her truffle. "Oh, absolutely." She looked at the box, then at Sam. "But how do we decide who gets dibs on the mint truffle?"

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

Parker looked hopefully at the truffles. "Just one? One won't put me back in the clinic...."

[janet_fraiser]

"Nope," said Janet, hiding them away quickly. "Sorry. I forgot. Go a full month without a flare-up and then you can have one."

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

Parker grumbled and pouted. "Fine, fine. I'm counting the days, though."

[janet_fraiser]

"Just let me know when," said Janet. "And don't think I won't call the clinic and check to make sure you didn't have any flare-ups."