fandomhigh | The Library Is Open (11/3/05)

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."

"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."

"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."

"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?"

"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 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."

"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.

"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."

"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."

"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?"

"No shame whatsoever," Sam agreed ~~as she in no way licked her lip again so that Janet could watch.~~

"There's only one mint one? Darn it," she pouted ~~as she watched how dexterously Janet licked out the inside of her truffle~~. "Well, they're yours, so I guess you're entitled to it."

"And yet we can certainly stand to live with ourselves, can't we?" asked Janet ~~thinking about licking the filling off Sam's lip herself next time~~.

"Only one mint one, but also only one hazelnut." Janet grinned ~~at the expression on Sam's face~~ and scooped the rest of the filling out of the truffle with her finger, then licked it clean ~~just to see how Sam would react~~. "It's going to be a tough decision."

"We do. I'm so embarrassed. Can't you tell?"

"Hmm. Tough decision, but again, they're yours. You pick." Sam offered ~~and in no way locked her gaze on Janet's finger.~~ "I'm generous like that, see?"

"You're blushing," said Janet. "At least somewhere in an alternate universe, there's a Sam Carter who's blushing."

"I want the mint, I think," said Janet ~~who absolutely had not made sure that she'd been very flirtatious and suggestive at all when licking filling off her finger~~. "And yes, you're very generous with my truffles."

"I feel very sorry for her, then. And somewhere, in an alternate universe, there's a Sam Carter who's sweet and innocent, is a good cook, and has never even heard of Jack O'Neill. It's gotta be a strange place."

"Okay," Sam said, ~~and not at all pouting~~, "I'll take the hazelnut then, if you have no objections. And I bought you a box just a few weeks ago! If I keep a box in my room, they disappear within hours, which is why I keep mooching yours."

"Is it possible that there's an alternate universe where you haven't heard of Jack?" asked Janet. "I'll grant the cooking as a possibility. I'll even grant the 'sweet and innocent' as an extremely slim possibility. But I can't imagine a universe where you two don't know each other."

Janet gave Sam a look. "If you really want the mint, it's yours." ~~And not at all because you pouted, really.~~ She laughed. "If I had any objections, I wouldn't have pulled the box out and offered. But why do they disappear in your room? Is your roommate a truffle-stealing thief, or do you just keep eating them?"

"According to quantum theory, there's an infinite number of possible alternate universes...there's got to be at least one of them where I don't know Jack," she shrugged, realizing she might be losing her audience, "After all, there are at least two where Daniel wasn't involved in Deep Space Radar Telemetry, and I can't imagine that, either."

Sam eyed the mint truffle, then selected a different one. "No, I'm good with the hazelnut, really." She blushed. "I keep eating them. It's a weakness."

Janet grinned. She remembered that one, really, but it was kind of fun watching Sam get started. "Daniel not being around ~~the rest of us~~ something like that is completely unimaginable."

"If you insist." Janet took the mint truffle and bit it in half. "So instead you just prey on my weakness for chocolate and my willingness to share?" She laughed. "Which I don't mind, of course, and that's why you do it."

"For you especially, I'm sure," Sam teased, reaching over to poke Janet.

"Yep." She took a bite of the truffle in her hand. "Your faults are saving me from single-handedly keeping Wonka chocolates in business. So, thanks."

"Yeah, well, I'm particularly attached to Daniel," said Janet, batting at Sam's hand. "In a different way than you or Jack are."

"If it lands me more chocolate?" Janet laughed. "Then I'm more than willing to help out."

"And thank goodness for that!" Sam made a face as she thought about ~~things that maybe didn't sound so horrible and were so pretty~~ the idea of Jack and Daniel as a couple." And then she promptly started laughing.

"I'll remember that," Sam chuckled.

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

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

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

"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."