Fic: Speeding Again
Two fics in three weeks? Yay me! :)
Title: Speeding Again
Genre: Team, humour
Rating: K
Spoilers: Set a week after "Fair Game," but no spoilers.
Disclaimer: Mine? No? Damn.
They’ve been off base for maybe fifteen minutes when the electronically distorted bleep of sirens shrieks to life behind them.
Carter, installed behind the wheel, sighs and rolls her eyes. Jack expects her to be embarrassed - most of the time it’s almost too easy to make her blush - but if anything, she appears to be only mildly annoyed with the delay. Jack sneaks a peek at the speedometer and is surprised to discover how fast they’ve been going, though he knows he really shouldn’t be.
Carter drives the way she flies. She can push her machines to the limit but maintain such precise control that anyone not paying very, very close attention would never realize how precariously close to out of control things really are.
He likes that about her.
Carter’s just pulling on to the shoulder of the road when Teal’c pipes up from the back seat. “For what reason are we being detained?”
“I’ll explain later, big guy. For now, you should probably just…” Jack trails off. What’s the best way to instruct his friend to shut up without offending him and triggering a Jaffa revenge thing?
“Put a sock in it?” Teal’c’s ‘helpful’ suggestion takes them all by surprise.
Daniel sighs but keeps his thoughts to himself.
Carter comes to a stop and shifts into park. Daniel’s silence is probably for the best. There are only so many times Jack can listen to the archaeologist berate him for corrupting Teal’c’s prodigious diction, and he’s just about reached his limit.
“How about everyone puts a sock in it?” Carter suggests, good-natured.
She’s rifling through her purse, which is weird, since she’s never really struck Jack as the kind of woman to cart around so much stuff that rifling would really be necessary. Then again, she’s unearthing what looks suspiciously like a lock picking kit, a small set of wrenches and an oily rag, so maybe it’s not so un-Carter-like after all. She’s presumably searching for her license, so Jack decides to cut her some slack and let the overstuffed state of her purse go without comment.
This time.
Jack closes his mouth and opens the glove compartment to excavate his registration.
He hopes Carter realizes she’s never again going to be allowed to drive his truck after this little incident. She wouldn’t be driving it now, if it weren’t for his gimpy knee acting up and a regularly scheduled team night.
There’s no way in hell Jack is piling into Carter or Daniel’s teeny tiny cars with the rest of his team. Not after the last time, when Carter had a honking big cast on her leg and he had an arm in a sling. Daniel wound up being the only physically capable, licensed driver, and Carter wasn’t able to get in back, thanks to her huge honking cast, so Jack had shared the teeny tiny backseat with Teal’c. He’d spent the drive practically sitting on the big guy’s lap, which neither of them enjoyed all that much.
Never. Again.
Carter finally liberates her license. Jack hands over the registration and digs in his back pocket to retrieve his own license. He hands that over too as Carter lowers her window.
Jack’s still surprised by how not flustered she is. If anything, she’s acting like this is all old hat, which he has trouble believing. Surely his by the book, rule-abiding 2IC isn’t in the habit of getting pulled over by the police?
Speaking of police, the lone officer in the car behind them is getting out of his cruiser now. He approaches slowly, scoping out the truck and sizing them up.
Carter’s watching in her mirrors. Suddenly her eyes get very, very wide and she’s a smidge less calm, cool and collected. “Crap,” she mutters with feeling.
“Sam?” Daniel inquires from the back seat.
“Nothing,” she says quickly. Then, “Good afternoon, Officer Willitz.”
Jack blinks, surprised at the easy familiarity of her address. She’s lived in Colorado Springs for three years now, but Carter leaves base so infrequently, Jack has trouble believing she’s had time to make friends outside the SGC.
The officer does a double take, and then shakes his head, chuckling. He accepts both licenses and the registration, scrutinizing everything half-heartedly. “I should have known it was you. No one else ever blasts along this stretch at 25 miles over the limit.”
“Twenty-four miles,” Carter corrects calmly.
Jack’s still surprised by a lot about their current situation, but he’s not surprised to learn that his trusty major is smart enough to go as fast as possible while keeping her speeding from crossing the line to ‘reckless driving.’
“Twenty-four point four,” Officer Willitz replies, nonplussed.
“For the sake of precision, you have to round down,” Carter reminds. Then she adds, “I need to hit the bank, so we’ll have to do it the hard way this time.”
Jack meets Daniel’s gaze in the rearview mirror. He shrugs, apparently just as surprised as Jack is with how this is going.
“I thought we decided you were going to save me the paperwork from now on,” Willitz says, frowning.
Carter shrugs. “Just keeping you on your toes.”
“Come on, Captain Carter,” Willitz complains. “I’ve got a school play to get to tonight.”
“Maya’s or Josh’s?”
“Maya’s,” the officer replies conversationally. He digs in his pockets for a pen, continuing as if this sort of thing happens everyday.
Which, Jack is starting to suspect, is closer to the truth than he’d like to believe.
“She’s a bumblebee in some song and dance number about bugs and gardens,” Willitz brags.
“Cute.”
Jack can’t take it anymore. “Do you two know each other?” he demands testily.
Willitz ducks his head to peer into the car for a proper look at him. “You could say that,” he replies teasingly. “Captain Carter and I get together pretty regularly.”
“Major Carter,” Jack corrects. Days later and there’s still a note of pride in his voice when he mentions her new rank. Makepeace has been on his case about it, but Jack doesn’t care. His newly minted major is one kick ass officer, and he’s proud of her.
“No kidding?” Willitz beams at Carter. Then he goes back to scratching out her speeding ticket. “Congratulations! When did that happen?”
“About a week ago,” Carter answers.
“I hope that comes with a raise,” Willitz teases, not glancing up from his chicken scratch. “You keep this up and you’re going to need it.”
“I’m just trying to give you some job security.”
Willitz chuckles. “Hey, I enjoy chatting up pretty ladies as much as the next guy, but I wouldn’t mind seeing less of you.”
“Don’t you enjoy this time we get to spend together?”
It’s Jack’s turn to do a double take. Could it be? Is he really witnessing straight-laced Samantha Carter trying to flirt her way out of a ticket?
“Of course,” Willitz replies evenly. “In fact, I enjoy it so much I don’t want to show up at an accident scene one day and find you splatted against your windshield.” With a flourish, he rips the ticket free from its note pad.
Carter dutifully accepts the ticket and the proffered pen to scribble her name on the indicated line. “I can drive fast, you know.”
“I know. You prove it on a regular basis.”
She glares at the officer, but the effect is ruined when the expression melts into a patented Carter grin. “Are you enjoying yourself?” she demands as she hands the ticket and pen back through the window.
“Immensely.” Willitz rips off one of the carbon copies and offers it to her. “Try to get where you’re going in one piece, okay?”
“On a list of the dangerous things I do on a daily basis, this doesn’t even crack the top ten.”
Carter says it like she’s kidding, but all four occupants of the truck know she’s not. Jack’s eyes seek out Daniel’s again and they trade amused looks in the rearview mirror.
Willitz hands back both licenses and the registration. Carter passes Jack his share of the paperwork before shoving her own license back in its rightful place.
“Adrenaline junkie,” the officer teases.
“Absolutely.” Sam agrees with a grin.
Jack realizes she’s not flirting; she’s just being herself without any of the restraint or decorum the Air Force usually imposes on her behaviour.
He could get used to this side of her easily enough, if she lets him.
Willitz steps back from the vehicle. “So, next week? Same time, same place?”
“Not if I’m on top of my game,” Carter shoots back. “Have fun at Maya’s play.”
“Will do,” Willitz grins. “Take care,” he adds, offering a little wave before heading back to his car.
Carter puts the window back up and spends a few moments sorting herself out, oblivious to the alternately confused and amused looks Jack and Daniel are still trading.
“May I remove the sock now, Major Carter?”
She giggles, completely disregarding Jack’s standing order on the subject. “Go ahead, Teal’c.”
“What has transpired?”
“Sam got pulled over by a police officer - a law enforcement official - for driving in excess of the speed limit,” Daniel explains helpfully.
“This is against the laws of your country, is it not?”
“Yes,” Daniel replies patiently, slipping into professor mode.
In the rearview, Jack can see a concerned frown form on Teal’c’s face. “Then Major Carter is now a criminal among your people?”
“Not exactly,” Jack replies helpfully.
“Speeding is against the law, but to be considered a criminal offense in the strictest sense, you’d have to be going faster than Sam was.”
“Not much faster, mind you,” Jack added. Turning to Carter, he shared his foremost observation. “You seem pretty buddy-buddy with Officer Willitz.”
She shrugs as she shifts the truck into drive and pulls onto the road again. “We see each other a fair bit.”
“You two are friends?” Daniel asks.
“Not exactly.”
There it is, the blush Jack’s been waiting for. “Carter, just how often do you get pulled over?”
“Do you really want to know, sir?”
Jack studies her carefully, noting how her blush deepens even further and the way she studiously avoids looking at any of them. That in and of itself is probably his answer.
He sits back in his seat and crosses his arms petulantly. “You’re never driving my truck again.”
Title: Speeding Again
Genre: Team, humour
Rating: K
Spoilers: Set a week after "Fair Game," but no spoilers.
Disclaimer: Mine? No? Damn.
They’ve been off base for maybe fifteen minutes when the electronically distorted bleep of sirens shrieks to life behind them.
Carter, installed behind the wheel, sighs and rolls her eyes. Jack expects her to be embarrassed - most of the time it’s almost too easy to make her blush - but if anything, she appears to be only mildly annoyed with the delay. Jack sneaks a peek at the speedometer and is surprised to discover how fast they’ve been going, though he knows he really shouldn’t be.
Carter drives the way she flies. She can push her machines to the limit but maintain such precise control that anyone not paying very, very close attention would never realize how precariously close to out of control things really are.
He likes that about her.
Carter’s just pulling on to the shoulder of the road when Teal’c pipes up from the back seat. “For what reason are we being detained?”
“I’ll explain later, big guy. For now, you should probably just…” Jack trails off. What’s the best way to instruct his friend to shut up without offending him and triggering a Jaffa revenge thing?
“Put a sock in it?” Teal’c’s ‘helpful’ suggestion takes them all by surprise.
Daniel sighs but keeps his thoughts to himself.
Carter comes to a stop and shifts into park. Daniel’s silence is probably for the best. There are only so many times Jack can listen to the archaeologist berate him for corrupting Teal’c’s prodigious diction, and he’s just about reached his limit.
“How about everyone puts a sock in it?” Carter suggests, good-natured.
She’s rifling through her purse, which is weird, since she’s never really struck Jack as the kind of woman to cart around so much stuff that rifling would really be necessary. Then again, she’s unearthing what looks suspiciously like a lock picking kit, a small set of wrenches and an oily rag, so maybe it’s not so un-Carter-like after all. She’s presumably searching for her license, so Jack decides to cut her some slack and let the overstuffed state of her purse go without comment.
This time.
Jack closes his mouth and opens the glove compartment to excavate his registration.
He hopes Carter realizes she’s never again going to be allowed to drive his truck after this little incident. She wouldn’t be driving it now, if it weren’t for his gimpy knee acting up and a regularly scheduled team night.
There’s no way in hell Jack is piling into Carter or Daniel’s teeny tiny cars with the rest of his team. Not after the last time, when Carter had a honking big cast on her leg and he had an arm in a sling. Daniel wound up being the only physically capable, licensed driver, and Carter wasn’t able to get in back, thanks to her huge honking cast, so Jack had shared the teeny tiny backseat with Teal’c. He’d spent the drive practically sitting on the big guy’s lap, which neither of them enjoyed all that much.
Never. Again.
Carter finally liberates her license. Jack hands over the registration and digs in his back pocket to retrieve his own license. He hands that over too as Carter lowers her window.
Jack’s still surprised by how not flustered she is. If anything, she’s acting like this is all old hat, which he has trouble believing. Surely his by the book, rule-abiding 2IC isn’t in the habit of getting pulled over by the police?
Speaking of police, the lone officer in the car behind them is getting out of his cruiser now. He approaches slowly, scoping out the truck and sizing them up.
Carter’s watching in her mirrors. Suddenly her eyes get very, very wide and she’s a smidge less calm, cool and collected. “Crap,” she mutters with feeling.
“Sam?” Daniel inquires from the back seat.
“Nothing,” she says quickly. Then, “Good afternoon, Officer Willitz.”
Jack blinks, surprised at the easy familiarity of her address. She’s lived in Colorado Springs for three years now, but Carter leaves base so infrequently, Jack has trouble believing she’s had time to make friends outside the SGC.
The officer does a double take, and then shakes his head, chuckling. He accepts both licenses and the registration, scrutinizing everything half-heartedly. “I should have known it was you. No one else ever blasts along this stretch at 25 miles over the limit.”
“Twenty-four miles,” Carter corrects calmly.
Jack’s still surprised by a lot about their current situation, but he’s not surprised to learn that his trusty major is smart enough to go as fast as possible while keeping her speeding from crossing the line to ‘reckless driving.’
“Twenty-four point four,” Officer Willitz replies, nonplussed.
“For the sake of precision, you have to round down,” Carter reminds. Then she adds, “I need to hit the bank, so we’ll have to do it the hard way this time.”
Jack meets Daniel’s gaze in the rearview mirror. He shrugs, apparently just as surprised as Jack is with how this is going.
“I thought we decided you were going to save me the paperwork from now on,” Willitz says, frowning.
Carter shrugs. “Just keeping you on your toes.”
“Come on, Captain Carter,” Willitz complains. “I’ve got a school play to get to tonight.”
“Maya’s or Josh’s?”
“Maya’s,” the officer replies conversationally. He digs in his pockets for a pen, continuing as if this sort of thing happens everyday.
Which, Jack is starting to suspect, is closer to the truth than he’d like to believe.
“She’s a bumblebee in some song and dance number about bugs and gardens,” Willitz brags.
“Cute.”
Jack can’t take it anymore. “Do you two know each other?” he demands testily.
Willitz ducks his head to peer into the car for a proper look at him. “You could say that,” he replies teasingly. “Captain Carter and I get together pretty regularly.”
“Major Carter,” Jack corrects. Days later and there’s still a note of pride in his voice when he mentions her new rank. Makepeace has been on his case about it, but Jack doesn’t care. His newly minted major is one kick ass officer, and he’s proud of her.
“No kidding?” Willitz beams at Carter. Then he goes back to scratching out her speeding ticket. “Congratulations! When did that happen?”
“About a week ago,” Carter answers.
“I hope that comes with a raise,” Willitz teases, not glancing up from his chicken scratch. “You keep this up and you’re going to need it.”
“I’m just trying to give you some job security.”
Willitz chuckles. “Hey, I enjoy chatting up pretty ladies as much as the next guy, but I wouldn’t mind seeing less of you.”
“Don’t you enjoy this time we get to spend together?”
It’s Jack’s turn to do a double take. Could it be? Is he really witnessing straight-laced Samantha Carter trying to flirt her way out of a ticket?
“Of course,” Willitz replies evenly. “In fact, I enjoy it so much I don’t want to show up at an accident scene one day and find you splatted against your windshield.” With a flourish, he rips the ticket free from its note pad.
Carter dutifully accepts the ticket and the proffered pen to scribble her name on the indicated line. “I can drive fast, you know.”
“I know. You prove it on a regular basis.”
She glares at the officer, but the effect is ruined when the expression melts into a patented Carter grin. “Are you enjoying yourself?” she demands as she hands the ticket and pen back through the window.
“Immensely.” Willitz rips off one of the carbon copies and offers it to her. “Try to get where you’re going in one piece, okay?”
“On a list of the dangerous things I do on a daily basis, this doesn’t even crack the top ten.”
Carter says it like she’s kidding, but all four occupants of the truck know she’s not. Jack’s eyes seek out Daniel’s again and they trade amused looks in the rearview mirror.
Willitz hands back both licenses and the registration. Carter passes Jack his share of the paperwork before shoving her own license back in its rightful place.
“Adrenaline junkie,” the officer teases.
“Absolutely.” Sam agrees with a grin.
Jack realizes she’s not flirting; she’s just being herself without any of the restraint or decorum the Air Force usually imposes on her behaviour.
He could get used to this side of her easily enough, if she lets him.
Willitz steps back from the vehicle. “So, next week? Same time, same place?”
“Not if I’m on top of my game,” Carter shoots back. “Have fun at Maya’s play.”
“Will do,” Willitz grins. “Take care,” he adds, offering a little wave before heading back to his car.
Carter puts the window back up and spends a few moments sorting herself out, oblivious to the alternately confused and amused looks Jack and Daniel are still trading.
“May I remove the sock now, Major Carter?”
She giggles, completely disregarding Jack’s standing order on the subject. “Go ahead, Teal’c.”
“What has transpired?”
“Sam got pulled over by a police officer - a law enforcement official - for driving in excess of the speed limit,” Daniel explains helpfully.
“This is against the laws of your country, is it not?”
“Yes,” Daniel replies patiently, slipping into professor mode.
In the rearview, Jack can see a concerned frown form on Teal’c’s face. “Then Major Carter is now a criminal among your people?”
“Not exactly,” Jack replies helpfully.
“Speeding is against the law, but to be considered a criminal offense in the strictest sense, you’d have to be going faster than Sam was.”
“Not much faster, mind you,” Jack added. Turning to Carter, he shared his foremost observation. “You seem pretty buddy-buddy with Officer Willitz.”
She shrugs as she shifts the truck into drive and pulls onto the road again. “We see each other a fair bit.”
“You two are friends?” Daniel asks.
“Not exactly.”
There it is, the blush Jack’s been waiting for. “Carter, just how often do you get pulled over?”
“Do you really want to know, sir?”
Jack studies her carefully, noting how her blush deepens even further and the way she studiously avoids looking at any of them. That in and of itself is probably his answer.
He sits back in his seat and crosses his arms petulantly. “You’re never driving my truck again.”