Jack... promised. Sort of. In such a way, he supposed, that made it seem more likely than not that he was going to appear at the party. What did one get a botanist for her birthday? Dr. Klein had said that it was a belated birthday party of sorts, and as a result, the general had to fish around for something that would vaguely appear as if he'd put some serious time and effort and thought into the 'perfect' gift.
He failed.
Not for lack of-- oh, hell. Yes. He didn't try that hard. Then again, it was one of those 'things' that he never really tried all that hard on. Apology presents to his now ex-wife? Sure. 'Thoughtful' presents? Nope
( ... )
"Have you noticed that Jack is very popular these days?" Daniel asked Sam as he fell into step beside her. "I'm just trying to figure out how his popularity leads to us being here." Daniel indicated what he meant by 'here' by sweeping his arm around the yard of Dr. Klein's 'home.'
Truthfully, Daniel didn't mind being here all that much, and he greeted several of the botanists, and few other scientists, by title if not by first name. He did however, hang back and pretend to be utterly engrossed when one stuttering botanist, Edgar Deacon, began explaining how he had a plant he wanted to name after Dr. Weir and was wondering if Daniel could arrange a meeting.
Daniel decided to point Edgar to Jack later, making sure to mention that Jack would love to hear about the intracacies first hand.
The conversation, in the astrophysics lab, had gone something like this:
"Carter. BBQ. Dr. Klein's. Tonight. Be there."
Sam had turned to find Jack framed in the doorway, pointing at her in that way of his. "Uh... sir?" A beat. She'd suppressed a grimace. "Another one?"
"It's her birthday." Jack had shifted uncomfortably, but maintained a steady gaze. "Don't make me make it an order, Colonel."
Sam's brows had creased, her expression had been a mix of amusement, a bit of confusion -- ~And she invited Jack?~ -- and acquiescence. "Ah. Of course." She'd flashed something of a grin then. "Yes, sir."
He'd nodded shortly, giving her that look, and then beat a steady retreat. And she'd been left trying to figure out just what the hell she was supposed to get the botanist for her birthday.Thus, she had to laugh as Daniel made his observation. "Yeah," she said, a wry smile on her face. "I have noticed." She shrugged then, "And it beats the hell out of me." Flashing the archaelogist a grin, she chuckled softly. "Then again, look around
( ... )
It may seem odd for the birthday girl to be standing away from her guests, but Summer does see these people every day, so maybe that's in. She was in a position to see people arriving so she noticed the General and company joining the party. She took note of the waylaid archeaologist and just shook her head, since she pretty well knew what it was about. She also knew she'd probably have to spend much of the night rescuing the famed SG-1
( ... )
Comments 20
He failed.
Not for lack of-- oh, hell. Yes. He didn't try that hard. Then again, it was one of those 'things' that he never really tried all that hard on. Apology presents to his now ex-wife? Sure. 'Thoughtful' presents? Nope ( ... )
Reply
Truthfully, Daniel didn't mind being here all that much, and he greeted several of the botanists, and few other scientists, by title if not by first name. He did however, hang back and pretend to be utterly engrossed when one stuttering botanist, Edgar Deacon, began explaining how he had a plant he wanted to name after Dr. Weir and was wondering if Daniel could arrange a meeting.
Daniel decided to point Edgar to Jack later, making sure to mention that Jack would love to hear about the intracacies first hand.
Reply
"Carter. BBQ. Dr. Klein's. Tonight. Be there."
Sam had turned to find Jack framed in the doorway, pointing at her in that way of his. "Uh... sir?" A beat. She'd suppressed a grimace. "Another one?"
"It's her birthday." Jack had shifted uncomfortably, but maintained a steady gaze. "Don't make me make it an order, Colonel."
Sam's brows had creased, her expression had been a mix of amusement, a bit of confusion -- ~And she invited Jack?~ -- and acquiescence. "Ah. Of course." She'd flashed something of a grin then. "Yes, sir."
He'd nodded shortly, giving her that look, and then beat a steady retreat. And she'd been left trying to figure out just what the hell she was supposed to get the botanist for her birthday.Thus, she had to laugh as Daniel made his observation. "Yeah," she said, a wry smile on her face. "I have noticed." She shrugged then, "And it beats the hell out of me." Flashing the archaelogist a grin, she chuckled softly. "Then again, look around ( ... )
Reply
Reply
Leave a comment