Title: Enjoying the View
Author: Moonshayde
Season: Nine
Category: Humor
Spoilers: Any time after Beachhead
Pairing/Character: Teal'c, Sam/Teal'c friendship, Team
Prompt: 040 (Sight)
Summary: Teal'c makes sure Sam enjoys the view.
Warnings: none
Rating: PG
Author's Notes: Gen
fic but with teasing between friends.
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Teal'c exited the
convenience store, food in hand, and crossed the parking lot to where his
friends were waiting. There, he found the van remained where they had left it.
Colonel Carter stood several feet in front of it, her gaze transfixed on the
van's open hood and engine. Teal'c stopped by her side and followed her gaze.
Colonel Mitchell and Daniel
Jackson labored over the engine, their heads lost beneath the hood. For now,
they seemed peaceful. Teal'c had yet to see any sign of discord, though from
where he stood Teal'c was certain Daniel Jackson's hands had started to jerk
with frustration. He did not believe it would be long before a disagreement
began.
"If General O'Neill
were here, he and Daniel would already be slapping each other's hands,"
Colonel Carter said.
Teal'c frowned, recalling
the incident. He did not wish to repeat it.
"I have brought you
refreshments," he said.
"Thanks." She
grabbed a diet Coke from his hands, but kept her gaze centered on the van.
Teal'c frowned. "I do
not understand," he said, watching as Colonel Mitchell reached behind him
to lift his shirt and scratch his back. "Are you not capable of repairing
the vehicle?"
When Colonel Carter did not
answer, he refocused his attention on her, only to find that she had stiffened,
her cheeks turning a light pink. She stole a quick, seemingly guilty glance his
way before her gaze darted back to the van.
Teal'c once again followed
her gaze. Now, Daniel Jackson was leaning forward, the fabric of his pants
stretching over his rear. Teal'c blinked and raised an eyebrow as he regarded
Colonel Carter. She pretended to ignore him as she chewed on the inside of her
mouth, but Teal'c did not miss the delight dancing in her eyes.
He stood a little taller. He
knew what he must do.
Teal'c handed Colonel Carter
the chips he had bought and walked toward the van. He was certain that he heard
her call after him, but it was of little consequence. Teal'c had reached the
front of the van.
"Hey, man,"
Colonel Mitchell said, shifting so that he could see Teal'c. "You come to
help?
"I have."
As he examined the engine,
he heard Daniel Jackson shift beside him. "I didn't know you could fix
cars," he said.
Teal'c turned to his friend.
"I cannot."
The response caused Daniel
Jackson to frown. He rubbed at his forehead, creating a giant streak of oil
that bridged one temple to the next. Teal'c attempted to hold back a smile. He
put aside his friend's messy appearance and returned to the vehicle. Satisfied
with his position, Teal'c thrust back his posterior and leaned over the engine.
Behind him, he heard a
pleased laugh, followed by a clap. Teal'c's smile only widened.
Daniel Jackson's frown only
deepened. "What's Sam laughing about?"
"I believe Colonel
Carter views you as the butt of many jokes."
Daniel Jackson blinked, his
brow furrowing in the manner of confusion that he often held when close to
discovery, yet unable to find the answer. However, Colonel Mitchell, though
brave, was not always the quickest to understand.
Colonel Mitchell laughed.
"She's probably just having a blast."
Teal'c smiled. "You do
not know how right you are, Colonel Mitchell."
"You know, I was
positive Sam knew some basics on small engine repair," Daniel Jackson
said. "Or some kind of engine repair. I was sure she asked Siler to teach
her."
"Nah," Colonel
Mitchell wiped his face on his sleeve. "She probably just wants us to fix
it for her. Chicks dig that, you know."
This time, Teal'c kept his
amusement to himself. But he did not miss the opportunity to lean over the
engine once again as Colonel Mitchell and Daniel Jackson came to join him. As
they concentrated on finishing their work, Teal'c could only hope that Colonel
Carter enjoyed the view.
The End
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