The Doctor's Office Hours: Tuesday

[ten-and-chips.livejournal.com]

Still looking vaguely annoyed at life the universe and everything, the Doctor is in. He is probably waiting for Sam Carter to come by.

Or anyone else.

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[carter-i-am.livejournal.com]

Sam knocked on The Doctor's door, notebook in hand.

[ten-and-chips.livejournal.com]

Ten looks up, blinking a little. He'd been dozing. "Sam. Do come in?"

Glancing at the full coffee pot, he gestured towards it. "And coffee or tea?"

[carter-i-am.livejournal.com]

"Coffee, thanks." She smiled, well familiar with the dozing male after many, many years of briefings with Jack O'Neill. She poured herself a cup. "How's your afternoon going?"

"Oh, and these are my notes, so far. They're...well, I have no idea whether they're right or not." She handed him the notebook.

[ten-and-chips.livejournal.com]

He blinks a few more times and takes the notebook from her. "Afternoon...slow. I think I'm coming down with another cold, I feel like i'm lagging."

Carefully, he flips it open and scans some of her notes, motioning for her to sit without looking up.

[carter-i-am.livejournal.com]

"That's too bad. Have you tried echinacea?" Sam sat and tried not to fidget.

[ten-and-chips.livejournal.com]

"Echinacea? No. I'm not certain what it would do to my system." He looks up at her and smiles a little. "All mixed up in there."

[carter-i-am.livejournal.com]

"Join the club." "Ah. Too bad. But you still get stuck with our illnesses? That doesn't seem fair."

[ten-and-chips.livejournal.com]

"Only some of them which I'd list if Rhi felt like digging for the DWM that has the article. The common cold is a feisty bugger for a lot of species."

He sets the notebook on his desk, still open. "Sam, did we ever really settle on what we'd do about my correcting your work?"

[carter-i-am.livejournal.com]

"I think we may have agreed that you wouldn't give me the answers, which I wouldn't want anyway," she hastily assurred him, "but that you'd tell me if I was going in the wrong direction with something."

[ten-and-chips.livejournal.com]

"That sounds reasonable." He points to a rather elaborate equation. "You're going to want to look at this again. Even if you get the same result as what's here, try it again."

[carter-i-am.livejournal.com]

Sam pulled a post-it flag holder out of her pocket, leaned over, and put a sticky flag next to the equation The Doctor had noted. "Okay. Next?"

[ten-and-chips.livejournal.com]

Brows go up. "You certainly come prepared. All right..." He flips through the notebook. "This one...there's one part of it, a very little part, that's wrong, but it throws everything off."

[carter-i-am.livejournal.com]

"Usually it's just my walls and an eraser, or a shirt, or a towel, or whatever happens to be handy. This is much less messy."

She marked the equation with another flag, chuckling at herself. "Nice to know it's completely wrong."

[ten-and-chips.livejournal.com]

"I don't want to KNOW what your room looks like," Ten says, bemused. "The rest of these...you're doing fine. You just need to expand upon what you have."

[carter-i-am.livejournal.com]

Sam laughed. "Generally it looks like a physics textbook exploded. There's also a CD player."

"Thanks. I'll try and fix at least one of those for next week."

[ten-and-chips.livejournal.com]

"Invest in MP3s. Trust me on this. And I'll be looking forward to it. See you tomorrow?"

[carter-i-am.livejournal.com]

"Tomorrow it is," she gathered her notebook and flags, then left the office.