fandomhigh | The Library (2/10/06)

"Hi," said Janet, blinking. "You know, I don't remember. You were in here all the time last semester, but I don't know if you actually checked out any books."

"I'm such a loser," Sam said, "I don't remember, which means I should probably just get another one."

"Well, if neither of us remembers, then we'll guess that you don't have one," said Janet. She handed Sam an application form. "Thank God I already know you're not a Chosen One or anything silly like that."

"I could be a Chosen One," Sam snickered, pulling blue pen from the cup on the desk and beginning to fill out the form. "So...how do you feel about making Marty feel like his plan worked?"

"No, you absolutely could not be," said Janet firmly. "Because we don't do Chosen Ones ~~at the SGC~~ in Colorado Springs." Janet grinned. "Why, Sam. You're sounding positively mischievous. And how am I supposed to turn down mischief on a Friday morning?"

"You can't." Sam grinned. "I just so happen to have U.S. Government with Mister Blank this afternoon. Want me to set the ball rolling?"

"I really can't," she said, snickering. "Damn it. You know me too well. Yes, get started with that this afternoon in Government. Poor Marty. I almost feel sorry for him."

Sam grinned as she handed the form over. It wasn't entirely friendly. "Now, I'm off to the card catalog."

"Good luck finding your book," said Janet. "I'll have a card for you when you get back."

"Thanks." She went off to the card catalog, then went wandering through the stacks, returning a few minutes later with a paperback book. (http://search.barnesandnoble.com/booksearch/isbnInquiry.asp?userid=fF3McQ3DNk&isbn=076534890X&itm=1)

"Still not sure what this has to do with Quantum Physics...last time I took it, there was a lot more math," she grumbled.

"I have no idea," said Janet. "That's why you're the one taking the class. But at least reading fiction for class gives you a break for a weekend, right?"

OOC: Not a problem!

"Yes, that's true." Sam decided not to bring up that math could be both fun and relaxing. She'd just get made fun of. "Except there's that essay for ACJ and whatever I'm going to get assigned in Government. Still, beats the heck out of hunting vampires for relaxation potential."

"I'm going to end up doing the ACJ essay at the last minute, I just know it," said Janet. Damn, no chance today to make fun of Sam for being a science nerd. Not that she could talk. "Hunting vampires is relaxing?" she asked.

Sam shrugged and tapped the pen on the counter. "Well, not the way we do it, anyway. Which was my point."

"It was--" Janet frowned, feeling suddenly awkward. "A very tense week.

The light got sucked out of the conversation so fast Sam actually did a quick check behind her for a black hole. "Yep." She rocked back and forth on her feet. "Tense."

"Would you look at that?" asked Janet, with a wry smile. "I feel tense right now. You?"

OOC: Which reminds me-- Um, were you going to respond to that conversation set in Sam's room? Or did your comment get eaten again? Because LJ is that evil.

"Ooh, yeah."

OOC: Darn it. *goes to check*

"Great," said Janet. "You know, I'm generally an advocate of discussing things that are a problem." Possibly even while sober.

"Generally, huh?" Sam looked down at the counter. "I'm not sure we're ever going to see eye to eye on this one, Janet. But that's why you're the doctor and I'm not. I mean, other than me getting grossed out by anything resembling blood and body parts."

"For what it's worth, though, I am sorry I brought up Cassie. That wasn't fair. I know how much you miss her."

"Not always," said Janet dryly. "If you hadn't noticed." It was amazing how fascinating the spines of the stack of books to be reshelved were. "I don't know if we ever will. But the two of us getting mad over it isn't the best solution either."

"I said some things that aren't fair too," said Janet. "And it's not as if we don't all miss our families."

"No, but I can't tell you I'm not going to get upset about this again." Sam nodded, "It hurts so much sometimes. I'm sorry if I cling too tight, but it's not like I've got that much left in the way of family, you know? You, Daniel, Jack, Charlie, Liz...you're it."

"I know you will," said Janet, resting her elbows on the desk and propping her chin in her cupped palms. "And I'll probably get defensive about it again." She looked up at Sam. "It only hurts when I start thinking about it, but you know that. You don't cling too tight. It's just-- I don't know. We both freaked out, and I should have told you what happened right away. This week has been hell without having you to talk to. Also, I landed myself in detention tomorrow."

"Detention? I didn't even know we had cheerleaders here."

"No, and thank goodness for that," said Janet. "Because you know how I get around them. No, I might have brought Professor Skeeter's children up in class and mentioned the stress of divorce having an effect on them. She decided that was worth a detention." The gleam in Janet's eyes might have suggested she was plotting revenge.

"And I notice you're avoiding the subject of everything else we're talking about."

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