Takes place immediately after Post #1...
"Green?" He considered it. "I would've thought a nice blue. But if you want green then green it shall be. Dr. Emily, Super Cool Geek. Flashing right up there."
She shook her head and chuckled at him. "Blue, huh? Let me guess, it matches my eyes. There must always be color coordination."
"There must!" He affirmed. "And you gotta admit, they'd totally bring it out. You'd look *fantastic*."
She looked at him steadily for a moment. "Oh *that* would make me look fantastic, huh? I see how that goes."
He grinned, pointing at her. "Nice try Doc. You *already* look fantastic. Not gonna trip me up on that front."
She actually blushed at that. She hadn't heard those words in quite some time. "Um... guess not," she said with a discreet smile. "Thanks."
Jack took another swallow of coffee and smiled at her. "Welcome." This said, he settled back with an appraising look.
She wasn't sure what to say now. The blush was receding a bit, but the curiosity was still there. Was he just being nice? Probably. He was Jack Crichton's friend after all. She turned her attention to the TV and smiled lightly again.
Jack stretched a little, putting his feet up on the coffee table. "My house," he grinned, gesturing at his feet. "I can't break the rules cause I didn't make any."
She looked down at his feet and shook her head. "That's a man thing. I can't tell you how many times John and I went rounds about that. But it is your house, your rules... or lack there of." She looked down at her feet, kicked off her shoes, but had to scoot down to put her feet on the table. She was far shorter than Jack.
Jack chuckled and sat up, hitching forward on the couch, he reached out to pull the coffee table just a little closer, making it easier for her to reach comfortably. "If you're gonna break the girl rules, you gotta be comfy when you're doing it." He advised sagely.
She readjusted herself thereby alleviating the slight twinge that was in her neck. "Um... yeah. Comfy is important. I'm rather vertically challenged." She lifted up her leg. "They really aren't that long."
"You're really not that long." He corrected with a grin. "Not too long, not too short, just right. Fit right in with Goldilocks and company."
She looked at him for a moment, trying to follow his logic. That, of course, forced her to consider that Jack O'Neill and logic were really distant cousins and not close relatives so she just nodded. "Actually, according to national average... I'm very... well, average." She shrugged and turned her attention to the TV again. She didn't have the best outlook on herself anyway right now. It was all a part of trying to find out who she was again.
"Average's a load of bull." He snorted. "Average these days is Twiggy."
She looked down at her abdomen and her hips and chuckled. "Oh yeah, I'm definitely no Twiggy." She patted her belly for emphasis. "But as far as height goes... I'm the national median. How's that?"
Grudgingly, he considered it and then offered, "Let's call it better than average and make a deal."
'Better,' she thought. Had he said 'better'? She wasn't sure what to think about that. "Um... sure," she said, blushing again. "I can live with that."
He held out a hand. "Shake on it or it's not official. By rights, we should spit shake but I figure I tell you to do that and you're gonna be grossed out for days."
"Maybe not for days... but I would probably have to get up and wash my hands right away. I'm not *that* much of a girl. I do the camping, hiking, climbing... hell, we both know I'll fly anything that has wings... and even things that don't if they can lift off the ground." She laughed. "But I'm not up to spitting. Wanna lick our palms?" she offered, even as she extended her hand to shake his.
He grinned. "That a dare? Cause...y'know, if it's a dare..."
She pulled back her hand, locked her eyes with his, stuck out her tongue and licked her palm. A part of her couldn't believe she was doing this. Her eyes still on his, she extended her hand again. John had once said, never to dare Emily to do anything because spit and vinegar didn't have anything on her. She guessed he was right. "It's a dare then."
Jack's grin turned wicked and he made a great show of licking his palm as well before reaching out to firmly grasp her hand and shake it. "Grossed yet?" He teased with a smirk.
"If I am, you will NEVER, EVER know it," she said, though in all reality, she was just a little bit. It definitely wasn't the healthiest of activities, but then again, it could have been worse.
"Yeah I do. That green sign you mentioned? Showing up about your gills now. Promise, Doc, I've had all my shots. Trust me, my ass looks like a pin cushion. Fraiser? Just a little too eager to stab me I swear." He grumbled something about Napoleon as he sat back.
"Fraiser?" she questioned, not remembering hearing that name before. She shifted so that she was almost on her side, her head rested on the back of the couch comfortably and she resisted the urge to wipe her hand on her jeans. She wasn't sure what she had just tried to prove with that, and she wondered if she'd succeeded. "Okay, please, tell me about the people you work with. I mean, I know Marty... and General Hammond. I've known General George for a long time. Tell me about the others." She would have told him about her friends... if she had any.
"Ah, Doc Fraiser? Janet Fraiser." He held up a hand. "Bout that high, looks as sweet as honey, is as mean as a pitbull if you cross her and physicals..." He feigned a shudder. "Violations of the Geneva Convention I *swear*."
She watched his face as he talked about the doctor and smiled. "You like her, don't you? I can see it in your eyes. I'll bet you moan and groan really loudly about her too, don't you?"
"She's all right. Had worse Docs lemme tell you. But, I ask you, what does shining a damn light in my eyes have anything to do with what's going on in my knees?" He waved a dramatic hand. "She makes about as much sense as Carter does with her mumbo jumbo or Daniel with the archaeological stuff."
"If it's a complete physical, she has to look into you eyes. And who are Carter and Daniel?" She settled in even more to watch him as he spoke. She loved being nosey about other people's lives... and she still wondered if there was more to this Doc Fraiser than the fact that she annoyed him with a penlight.
"Work with 'em. Carter's supposed to be an astrophysicist but seems to be an expert on damn near everything which, I don't have to tell you, can be damn annoying sometimes. Though she knows her stuff when we need her to. Comes in handy. Daniel's...er....well Daniel's Daniel. Brainy type. Kinda a geek. Best friend I've had in years. Though, right now, Daniel's, uh...otherwise engaged so, we got this guy named Jonas working with us. New kid. Still wet behind the ears. That whole thing."
She listened to everything he said. There was a light in his eyes when he talked about Carter, and a saddness when he talked about Daniel. There was something else when he talked about Jonas, but she didn't know what that was. "Jack, I should be affronted by the comment about the astrophysicist, since my degrees are astrodynamics, space propulsion, aeronautics and astronautics... but I won't. Even if she drives you nuts, it's good that you can depend on her... whatever your job is. I'm sorry you're missing Daniel." It was more what he didn't say about him than what he did that led her to say that.
"Well, Carter's just..." He grinned and shrugged. "High IQ, low EQ. Doesn't relate well sometimes. Specially not to somebody like, well, me." The smile faded a little at the Daniel mention and he nodded. "More than I thought I would."
She couldn't help it. The nurturer in her had to reach out to him. She rested her hand on his forearm, but didn't say anything about it. She knew what it was like to feel loss. The last thing people really wanted was the sympathy. Instead, she kept her comments about Carter. "It is difficult for some people to put their science in laymen's terms. I had many years of living with John to get it down pat." She squeezed his arm again.
"Should hook you up with her." He mustered his best grin. "You'd corrupt her language, she'd..." He paused. "Okay, no idea what she'd do but it'd be interesting."
"More than likely, she'd not think I was all that smart. Most people get that impression, and honestly, I don't mind." She moved her hand away, returning it to her lap.
He felt the loss and watched the motion regretfully but said nothing. Didn't want to make anything of it if it was just Emily being Emily. She was great that way. Always had been. "Most people are idiots." He said simply.
She smiled and reached up to tuck a hair behind her ear. She still wasn't sure what this was... old friends catching up... new bonds forming... she had always liked being around him. It felt... uncomplicated. "I'm afraid I have to agree with you there. I worked at NASA long enough. But Jack," she furrowed her brows, "you said this Daniel was an archeologist. Why would you need one of those on a military base?"
He shrugged. "It's Cheyenne Mountain, Em. We've got a little bit of everything in there." He slanted a grin at her. "Geeks, shoot 'em up types, hell we even got Canadians."
She opened her mouth wide in shock. "The horrors!" She gave him a poke. "Be nice you. And that's not really an answer and you know it. Give me time, I'll piece it all together. You probably got big spaceships there." She smiled. "How cool would that be though?" She had her own spaceship once.
He laughed. "Yeah that's it, and the little green guys who own it are renting out a few floors for their own little Earth get away. Y'know, home away from home?"
"Don't make fun of me, Jack O'Neill." She gave him a mock-stern look. "Our idea could have worked..." She paused for thought and then sighed. "If we can think of that, I'm sure there are cultures far more advanced. Though I doubt that they are little and green. You're talking to someone who lived most of her fantasy life out in space. Other girls played with dolls... I had Apollo models."
"No wonder you ended up in NASA. Anywhere but'd be a crime against nature." He observed with a fond smile. "Huge ass crime."
She smiled, though her thoughts had turned more introspective. There was more on her mind to say, but she wasn't going to voice it. He was intent on avoiding the subject, so she'd let him. "It's a matter of perspective." She switched positions again. "Scooby Doo's on next," she said with a nod to the television.