alternate universes for fun and profit. or for fun, anyway.
1. Is the syxp comment fic scavenger hunt the official game of the Sam/Jack ship? If not it probably should be right now. I found some here in my journal this morning, and you should all go read it immediately! Go ahead. I'll wait here, don't worry.
2. Watched There but for the Grace of God last night while stuck in my kitchen doing an unreasonable ( Read more... )
2. Watched There but for the Grace of God last night while stuck in my kitchen doing an unreasonable ( Read more... )
Asking him out was more of an accident than anything else.
Sam spent more time observing Jack once Catherine put the idea into her head. He was subtle and the signs were easy to miss but Catherine was right, he really did seem to be making excuses to talk shop with her. Against her better judgement, she found herself looking forward to spending time with him. Especially when they were alone because he could still be a bit of an ass when other people were around.
She was working late like she had a habit of doing when she accidentally invited him to have dinner with her. It was close to midnight and she was surprised to run into him at the elevator. She’d always assumed everyone else had better things to do. The doors were sliding shut when she saw him in the corridor. She stuck her arm out and the doors bounced back, giving him time to catch a ride.
“Thanks,” he said. The elevators were old and slow, nobody like to wait on an almost-made-it trip to the surface. “Headed home?”
“Actually, I was going to try and find something decent to eat.” At this hour, it wouldn’t be anything good but she was willing to slum it for one meal.
He tipped his head, considering his response. “Alone?” And okay, maybe he wasn’t so subtle.
It was late and she was hungry, that was probably why she answered the way she did. At least that’s what she told herself later. “Unless you’re going to follow me.”
“Okay.”
“Oh,” she said. “Well.” There was just no good way to recover from that. Sam had never been good at conversational tap-dancing.
“I mean, I don’t have to. If you want to eat alone.”
“No, I’d appreciate the company.” That wasn’t true at all. She liked to eat alone. Besides, what would they talk about outside of work?
“Are you sure?”
“Yes,” she lied. Sometimes she wished she was a meaner person.
There was only one place open at that hour. An all night diner that catered to the 2:00AM bar crowds. It was still pretty empty when they pulled in. She figured they had a couple of hours before the hungry drunk people showed up. She didn’t intend to be there for that.
It didn’t really feel like a date at first but by the time they left, she kind of wanted to hold his hand and make plans for better dates. Catherine was going to love hearing all about it in the morning.
He walked her to her car and she felt like she was sixteen again. Sixteen and dating an older boy. One that her dad might actually approve of. They lingered there and Sam thought that if it wasn’t already past a decent hour, she would have considered inviting him to her house. For what, she didn’t know. The only entertainment she had was an old tv with no cable.
“So,” she said when the silence had dragged on too long. “That was fun.”
“It was. I usually hate first dates.”
She dropped her head and stared at her shoes for a moment. Because first dates. She liked the sound of that. “Yeah. I know what you mean,” she said. And then because she just had to know. “Can I ask you something?”
“Sure,” he said. “But is there really something I know that you don’t?”
“Were you just pretending to not understand things so you could spend time with me?”
He smiled at her instead of answering and shit, he really was cute. How had she missed that before? She hadn’t been lying when she told Catherine he wasn’t her type, because she had one, and he wasn’t it. Maybe her ‘type’ had been forced on her by the academic circles she normally ran in.
The first rowdy bits of the late-night crew were stumbling through the parking lot when Sam slid her hand around the back of his neck and kissed him before the opportunity could slip away. He might have been surprised, she couldn’t tell. He ran his fingers through her hair and kissed her back and Sam wished they were someplace more private.
He put his hands low on her waist and she leaned against his chest. “I don’t normally do that,” she admitted.
“Don’t worry,” he said. “It happens to me all the time.”
Sam was pretty sure he was lying, but maybe she could change that.
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I love Jack's version of smooth, and Sam connecting with her inner sixteen-year-old. And I love your writing, it's so understatedly funny.
You are seriously earning your crown, this week!
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One that her dad might actually approve of.
*snort* But totally pretend like he didn't, as we know.
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*joins the flail*
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