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19 October 2006 @ 08:21 pm
How To Buy A House Without Selling Your Soul  
Really now, who started the rumor that if you're nasty to the sales help and pitch major fits, you'll get better service? No really, WHO!?

Holy cannolis, people. It's even money on whether real estate will drive me to sociopathy and racism or a major identity crisis.


Sam Carter doesn't know what bugs her more: the fact that she has to take high-school physics again, or the fact that same injustice doesn't seem to bug Jack at all.

Of course, that could be because he rarely actually pays any attention.

"Hey, come on, it's not like you ever actually use any of this stuff after high school," he tells her, and she always responds before she realizes he's goading her.

"Sir, we used to use this every day." She only calls him sir when they're arguing, especially if it's over something stupid.

"And I always had you there to explain it to me, didn't I?"

"That's not the point."

She doesn't really have a point, but sometimes she just feels the need to argue. And it's not like she's jealous of the vapid head cheerleader who always passes Jack notes in that class, because Stephanie is about a quarter of Jack's actual age, but it irritates her anyway. There's often a herd of twittering teenage girls hovering within ten feet of Jack, the same ones who attend all his baseball games and invite him over for study sessions in their parents' basements. His aloofness is taken as mysterious disaffection, apparently irresistible to the text-messaging generation; her aloofness was taken as an attitude problem, but she has gotten much better at faking adjustment in the past few months.

Sometimes he gets better marks in physics than she does, too, because she works too hard at correcting technical inaccuracies and misinformation on principle, and he's apparently gifted at multiple choice.

Not surprisingly, he got a big charge out of that. "Stop trying to copy my answers," Jack whispered at her during the daily quizzes for about a week until Ms. Howe, a girl barely out of college, separated them to opposite sides of the room.

Ms. Howe considers Sam a project, which irritates her on her irrational, hormonal days and amuses her on her few rational days.

"You're so bright, Sam. You don't even realize your potential yet."

"You really need to engage yourself more in your schoolwork."

And her personal favorite:

"High school boyfriends come and go, Sam. I know this may seem like the end of the world, but you've got to build your future rather than settling now for Jack O'Neill."

Not that Sam doesn't see now that her attachment to Jack O'Neill may have led her to bad things -- agreeing to be cloned, for instance. Thor's imploring praise over her intelligence and the need to preserve that was certainly flattering, but she doubts she would have consented so impulsively to this if it weren't for the idea of Jack all alone. She was his second in command; it's her duty to back him up to the end.

She doubts anyone at the academy really considered this degree of loyalty. She also doesn't think military loyalty was her real motivation.

All that aside, Ms. Howe doesn't understand the first thing about their relationship. She's not just wasting her time having sex with a boy who hasn't yet "found himself" amid the letterman jackets and the prom committees.

She's not settling.

She might have that same overpowering, desperate feeling the average teenage girl feels at contemplating the unfathomable possibility that their romance will end... but she has a much better reason that she can't exactly explain to a high school teacher.

Sam casts a glance over her shoulder to where Jack is sitting at the back of the room, feet resting on the desk chair next to him, carving something into the desk with a pen. He was creating a mural, last time she checked. He looks up at her and smirks, then gets up and heads for the classroom exit, making some vague pointing gestures toward the bathroom as his excuse to Ms. Howe. Sam raises her hand a minute later to ask permission and is given a hall pass for the trouble.

He's waiting right outside the door.

"Hey."

Sam lets out a breath and rolls her neck.

"Can't believe Howe started correcting your grammar like that," Jack says, probably as an invitation for the venting to begin. Sam heads off toward the landing of the fire stairwell and he follows her, adding, "I'm surprised you didn't kick her ass."

"I don't know how you get away with being the golden child in that class. She never picks on you."

"Simple," Jack shrugs, same shrug he's always had, different shoulders. "No one has any high expectations for me."

Sam groans. "That's the trick?" She wishes she'd figured that out the first time around. Never in her life did she expect that, given the chance to live her life over again, her strategy would be to try and slack off more.

Jack stuffs his hands in his pockets. "You need to cultivate a laziness ethos. Then kids like Howe won't bug you as much."

"An ethos?"

"Sure."

They're quiet for a bit -- her pacing in silent frustration, him examining his fingernails like he doesn't have a care in the world. She suspects this has screwed him up just as much as it has her -- more so, maybe, because he sees her predicament as his fault -- but he rarely shows it to her, and never shows it at school.

"Some of the guys are planning to hit a movie after school. Do you want to go?"

"Not really." She tries to limit the hours in which she needs to be Sam Carter, Sixteen Year Old Girl.

"C'mon. It'll be fun. And you know what Howe says about you needing extra-curricular activities for your college resume..."

She laughs. "That's not what she meant."

"Even better."

"We could just go home..." she suggests, licking her lips. She's braver in this new body in some ways, and she's not above trading sex to avoid having to hang out with 'the guys' at the mall.

Not surprisingly, he agrees.

Ms. Howe gives them both a dirty look when they arrive back to class together, but doesn't notice when Jack flicks a paper football at Sam's head with five minutes left until the bell.

She unfolds it and blushes so hard that the girl next to her notices and tries to read the laundry list of suggestions over Sam's shoulder.

She hides it and corners him after class. She almost wants to snap at him, but holds back because it did improve her mood, and there were four or five things on there that she's also considered, but hasn't had the chance to mention.

"When did you come up with all these ideas, anyway?"

He kisses her from her mouth to her ear amid the sea of students and then asks, "What do you think I'm thinking about in Physics class?"

*end*

OMG THURSDAY SPREADSHEET HELL IS OVER! Time to go hoooome! *vanishes*
 
 
am: werk
feel: crankycranky
hear: Eva Cassidy - "God Bless the Child"
 
 
 
Havochavocthecat on October 20th, 2006 03:38 am (UTC)
Mini!fic! Yay!
entertaining in a disturbing way: Attacked!lyssie on October 20th, 2006 03:40 am (UTC)
*ded of cute*
miera_c: all smilesmiera_c on October 20th, 2006 03:52 am (UTC)
I can't really imagine a worse fate than having to live through high school over again.

Scratch that. Junior high would be worse. *shudders*

Course if I was shagging Jack during that time, I'd find it bearable. ;)
Jainabrightcupenny on October 20th, 2006 04:06 am (UTC)
Yay for mini!otp fic of happiness!
Amanda: sg -- michael tapwaterlifelongfling on October 20th, 2006 05:44 am (UTC)
Unrelated to this post, but still worth a mention -- what are you doing on December 4, because you should totally come to MI and see Over the Rhine with me since no one else wants to go!

*puppy dog eyes*
Lindsay: SG-1 - sam/jack 'that look'babylil on October 20th, 2006 06:55 am (UTC)
Aw, they're so damn CUTE!! *snuggles them*
Pruatlantisfan101 on October 20th, 2006 11:29 am (UTC)
Awww, loves cute mini!fic!!
angelqueen04: SJ (Explosive) by meangelqueen04 on October 20th, 2006 11:58 am (UTC)
*giggles* I almost feel sorry for Sam. I myself have had nightmares about reliving high school again (I woke up crying after one of those). But she's got Jack O'Neill to take her mind off things, so she's got little right to complain. ;)

Adorable fic! *applauds*
surferartchick: AJ come hithersurferartchick on October 20th, 2006 01:33 pm (UTC)
that was so cute :D
Nenya Kanadka: [CJC] what would Jago do?nenya_kanadka on October 25th, 2006 07:42 am (UTC)
Wow, that is a gorgeous icon of Jolie. *stares*
surferartchick: AJ sexysurferartchick on October 25th, 2006 02:21 pm (UTC)
why thank you :D
Nenya Kanadka: [trek] super Spocknenya_kanadka on October 26th, 2006 04:37 am (UTC)
That one's hot, but the other one's even hotter. Mmmm. ;)
rogue equestrian: little dancing dragonelvinborn on October 20th, 2006 05:07 pm (UTC)
this is adorable!
I am not familiar with this 'verse. Where might I be so fortunate as to find more?
Little Red: sg - mini!OTP - A.j.mylittleredgirl on October 20th, 2006 06:04 pm (UTC)
Why, that would be miniotp :) I have not checked in on that community that I theoretically maintain, I think since I moved to Oregon, but last time I checked, there was miles of cuteness! (Too much kewtness sometimes, which is why I think I lost interest... but I LOVE some of the angstycute ones that have come out for this 'verse.)
elliejane: duckyelliejane on October 20th, 2006 05:41 pm (UTC)
Oh, is that not just (to reuse a comment) ADORABLE! Mini's kinda freak me out a bit, but then I got to imagining Sam with long swingy blonde hair, knee socks and a book bag, and it was just aaaaawwwwwwwwwwwww!
Valerie - Postmodern Pollyanna: thisisbadwiliqueen on October 20th, 2006 05:55 pm (UTC)
Really now, who started the rumor that if you're nasty to the sales help and pitch major fits, you'll get better service? No really, WHO!?

I dunno, but whoever it was needs to be drawn and quartered. For serious. I am SO over the Squeaky Wheel Principle Of Customer Service. :-PPPP {{{ sympathy }}}
Sally: ignore the manslm76 on October 21st, 2006 12:01 am (UTC)
Sam a 'project' *snicker*
Loriel Eris: happy ending // sg1loriel_eris on October 21st, 2006 05:00 pm (UTC)
*loves mini!fic*
anr: miniotp gonnabemeanr on October 22nd, 2006 12:11 am (UTC)
MINIOTP! Oh, how I have missed you! EEE!

Completely awesome, hon. *tackles*
Allie O'N: MiniOTP1alliesings on October 23rd, 2006 01:33 am (UTC)
*hugs you*

Thanks for the minific. It caused many giggles and me interrupting Hubby's movie to read him lines :)
Nenya Kanadka: [emotion] dashing!nenya_kanadka on October 25th, 2006 07:43 am (UTC)
Awwww. I had totally forgotten about mini!fic. *snuggles them* Hee.