Junkyard (Sunday Morning)

[carter-i-am.livejournal.com]

Sam breathed in the slightly less than autumn-fresh air as she approached the junkyard. Her homework was done, Daniel was back (and humiliating himself in fine style, as was appropriate), and she could think of almost no better way to spend her lazy Sunday than by rebuilding the Harley she and John had found.

She climbed over discarded automotive parts, refrigerators, stoves, a sink and what appeared to be an infinite amount of tires until she reached her destination. She knelt down in front of the motorcycle and ran her hand along the exhaust pipe. Rust flakes fell to the ground in the wake of her motion, but she was already visualizing the shiny chrome.

"Right, then. Let's get to work."



ooc: Please feel free to harass her/join in!

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[names-ash.livejournal.com]

::stumbles into the junkyard, bags under his eyes, blood still dripping from his forehead, and an extraordinate amount of yellowy powder caked around his mouth::

::The Cap'n Crunch cereal that he's shoving into his mouth in huge handfulls probably has something to do with the powder::

::Walks over to the one living thing he sees::

Hey baby... want some cereal? ::laugh:: Or perhaps we should just cut straight to the sugar?

[carter-i-am.livejournal.com]

Sam looked up and took in the sight standing in front of her. "No, thanks, I'm trying to quit. On both counts." Okay, I've seen insane people under alien control who looked more together.

"Um, Coach Ash? Are you okay? You're," she gestured to his head, "bleeding."

That didn't stop her from keeping a tight grasp on the wrench in her hands though.

[names-ash.livejournal.com]

::reaches up to his forehead::

::brings down his hand, and sees the blood::

Huh. Thought that might've stopped already.

::shakes the box of cereal::

Sure you don't want any? The Cap'n and the King have become bosom companions. And it totally doesn't cut the roof of your mouth, like some people would have you believe.

[carter-i-am.livejournal.com]

"Oh, yeah, thanks, I'm sure." This guy might actually be the strangest guy on staff.

"So," she says, gesturing to his forehead, "how'd that happen?"

[names-ash.livejournal.com]

::stands, his lips mouthing the words as he thinks::

Uhhh... I got hit by a truck on Thursday. Yesterday! Saturday. Not Thursday. I coulda sworn it was Thursday yesterday. ::munches more cereal::

What're you doin' in junkyard, baby?

[carter-i-am.livejournal.com]

"Hit by a truck?" Sam motions Janet forward, hoping the woman has her medical supplies (and a large, pointy syringe full of sedatives) with her, even though that seems unlikely. "Should you be walking around? And...today's Sunday, if you're keeping track."

"I'm going to rebuild this Harley," Sam says, gesturing to the sad-looking and rusted piece of machinery in front of her.

[names-ash.livejournal.com]

::shrugs::

I figure if I shouldn't be walkin' around, I wouldn't be able to. ::eats another handfull of Cap'n Crunch, and brushe his hand off against his shirt::

Harley, huh? Motorcycle girl? Really like the feel of metal between your thighs, and all that? ::laughs, scratching his chin::

[janet_fraiser]

"Hey, Sam," says Janet. She'd been taking a walk when she'd seen Sam in her natural environment--around mechanical objects. "How's it going?"

She saw Coach Ash out of the corner of her eye.

OOC: Couldn't think of an easy way to get in this without making it awkward. Works?

[carter-i-am.livejournal.com]

Sam waved at Janet with a "well, it's no worse than usual," gesture of the wrench. "Hey, Janet. And, well, yeah..."


OOC: No, this is fine. Because, really, what would Janet be doing down there otherwise?

[janet_fraiser]

Janet grinned. "Great," she said. "So what are you going to blow up tinker with today?"

[carter-i-am.livejournal.com]

"I am not blowing up anything today, damn it. This," she said, gesturing towards the motorcycle skeleton with her wrench, "is eventually going to be a Harley," she said, proudly. "And that," she said, gesturing again, "is going to be a Jeep with a Sam Carter originally designed engine."

She grinned, widely. "Cool, huh?"

[janet_fraiser]

"Not even Coach Ash? Please?" Janet looked over the motorcycle skeleton, the Jeep, and the assorted parts scattered around and grinned. She probably had about five more minutes to chat before Sam got too lost in her work to pay any attention to the outside world. "Nice," said Janet. "Sounds like they're going to end up being killer machines."

[names-ash.livejournal.com]

::blinks a few times at Janet::

I got a painting that looks just like you.

...'cept your dressed a lot hotter. ::scratches his forehead::

[janet_fraiser]

"That was my evil twin," said Janet, absolutely deadpan.

[notcalledlizzie.livejournal.com]

Elizabeth giggled. "Hey, hon."

[janet_fraiser]

"Hey!" exclaimed Janet. "How's it going?"


OOC: The parents are still here, so my online time is sketchy. :) But really, Sam interacting with Ash? I couldn't resist.

[names-ash.livejournal.com]

You have a hot evil twin that poses for paintings?

Baby, can I get a phone number, and adress, family photos, something?

[carter-i-am.livejournal.com]

Sam offers Janet her wrench and steps back. This should be entertaining.

[janet_fraiser]

"She's moved out of town." Janet frowned at him. Dear God, how the hell was she going to get out of this? "You're hurt. Shouldn't you go to the clinic?"

[notcalledlizzie.livejournal.com]

"Mass was cancelled," Elizabeth announced as soon as she saw Sam. "Chatted with Charlie for a bit, and then figured I'd head out here."

[carter-i-am.livejournal.com]

Sam waved with the wrench. "Look who else was kind enough to drop by," she said, gesturing towards Ash.

[notcalledlizzie.livejournal.com]

Elizabeth grimaces. "How.. uh... nice?"

She sounds less than sincere.

[carter-i-am.livejournal.com]

Sam's grin is about as sincere as Liz's statement. "Isn't it? Such a...surprise."

"How was the run? I'm sorry I missed it, but I woke up late."

[notcalledlizzie.livejournal.com]

"It was good... went out to Galactica Point. Chatted with Cam and John," she smirks slightly evilly. "Woke Janet up by throwing water over here beforehand."

[carter-i-am.livejournal.com]

"Okay," she says, still keeping one on on Ash and his cereal, "remind me not to sleep in your room if I actually want to sleep."