TITLE: Hockey Games and Lumpy Couches
AUTHOR: Kathleen Anderson
SPOILERS: none really
SUMMARY: Another little scene with Sam and Jack
FEEDBACK: Of course!
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Sam arrived at Jack's house at exactly quarter to two. Jack peeked out, through his blinds, at her and watched as she parked her car and gathered up her stuff from the passenger's seat. He had the beer chilling the fridge and the couch cushions fluffed.

A small knock sounded at the door before it opened and Sam stuck her head in.


"Come in Carter!"

Sam closed the door behind her and bent down to take off her shoes. Jack eyed the rather large shopping bags that she had with her, "How many bags of chips did you buy?"

Sam straightened up, "Oh, well I got a couple bags of chips, a bag of cheezies, a bag of pretzels and a bag of munchie mix."

"Feeling hungry today Carter?"

Sam shrugged, "You can always save some it for another time. We don't have to eat it all today."

"I've got the beer in the fridge and I fluffed the couch cushions so you can't complain this time!"

Sam laughed, "The cushion was so lumpy, I was sitting on an incline!"

"I think maybe I need a new couch."

"I think maybe you do sir. Did you ever get out that tomato sauce stain that Daniel left?"

"From when he fed spaghetti to my couch?"

Sam nodded and picked up her shopping bags. Jack made a face, "No, I tried but I just had to turn the cushion over. When I did that I found the red wine stain from a couple of years ago."

Sam had made her way into Jack's kitchen and was pulling out various bowls from a cabinet, "I'll put out just the pretzels and barbeque chips for now."

Jack pulled two bottles of beer out of the fridge and twisted the caps off, "Here you go Carter." he said, handing her one of the bottles. Sam took it and gratefully took a sip.

Grabbing one of the bowls, Jack headed for the living room. Sam followed him with the other bowl and set it down on the coffee table.

"So are they in the play-offs already?"

Jack picked up the remote control, "Yep, this is the second game."

Sam nodded, "Which team are you rooting for?"

"I suppose I should be patriotic and go for New York, but I like the Vancouver players better."

"Alright, I'll cheer for Vancouver too."

"You don't watch much hockey do you Carter."

Sam shook her head, "It's not because I don't enjoy watching it, I just never seem to have the time."

Jack lifted his beer to his mouth and took a large swig, "You have plenty of time Carter, you just always use it to work. The world isn't going to end if you take a break."

Sam looked at him, "Are you sure it isn't sir?"

Jack raised an eyebrow, "Well, okay, so there is a slight chance of the world ending if you take a break, but it's highly unlikely."

The game started and Sam leaned back into the couch, "Your cushions are still a little lumpy."

"Want to go shopping for a new couch tomorrow Carter?"

Sam hesitated, "Well, uh, I was planning on working on the diagnostic of the MALP that blew up.."

"Ah ah! No diagnostics Carter! You're going furniture shopping. Besides, I need someone along to tell me if the upholstery is ugly."

Sam sighed and realized that resistance was futile, "Alright sir, we'll go and find you a new couch."

Jack smiled, "Good, I'll meet you at your place at 11:00 tomorrow. Now shut up and watch the game."

"Aye sir, shutting up sir."