fandomtownies | The Perk - Friday Afternoon

While waiting for Rose to show up, Jack feels like someone's watching him. He's jumping at shadows.

Obviously, it has nothing to do with the fact that the last time he was at the Perk, he got his memory wiped by a time agent (http://www.livejournal.com/community/fandomtownies/452458.html?thread=18247786#t18247786).

He hopes that Rose remembers anything that his older self told her about the Time Agency, because he's pretty sure he's going to need information.

Rose comes into the Perk, she sees Jack already there, and gives him a wave. "Hey Jack," she says, sitting down across from him

Jack smiles at her. "Hey, Rose. How's it going?"

"I'm alright, you?" asks Rose.

"Pretty good, except for some odd phone calls. Can I get you something to drink? Cappachino? Mocha latte?"

"Yeah, I'll have a cappachino, please."

Jack goes up and orders it for her, and brings it back to the table. He's figety because he has to ask her something weird. Finally, he just sighs. "Okay, I know we haven't talked much since we've been here... but you remember me, right? From before you came here? When I was like twice as old?"

Rose looks up surprised. "How do you know about that?" she asks. "I mean, I do, but isn't this, like, mucking up the timeline or something?"

Jack hedged. "Long story. Really long story. But the upshot is the Doctor told me a few months ago that he knew me from his past, and my future. And that you knew me to. And I really would like your help." Jack gives her his best puppydog eyes.

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After fleeing from her conversation with Principal Smith, she listened to her cell phone, changed course and headed over to the Perk. If nothing else, she'd say hi to Harkness, tell him he hadn't reached whomever he was trying to reach, find out whether he got her message for O'Neill, either die of humiliation or relief, and get a cup of coffee.

She opened the door and spotted him at one of the tables. "Hi. Got your message."

"Err-um. I didn't send you a message. At least, I didn't MEAN to send you a message." Jack sighed. "It's been that kind of day. Do you know what I *didn't* need to know about my adoptive father's sex life?" He shakes his head. "So, how are *you* doing? Any inconvient sexual offers made via voicemail?"

"Yeah, I figured," Sam sighed and sat down across from him. "You heard about your adoptive father's sex life? Er, who's that again?" She shook her head. "I guess it doesn't matter, does it? No one ever really wants that information."

She folded her arms up and buried her head into them with a thunk, possibly muffling her response. "One. And I have no idea where it went. This is so very, very bad."

"Well... adopted mother's live-in boyfriend. As opposed to the live-out boyfriend of both of them. So you see why -- as much as I advocate a free and open sex life -- I SO did not need to know the details."

He perks up and leans over. "Ooooo. So who did you intend to call, and what were you offering? Because apparently there's a phone call about whipped cream out there, and I'm curious to find out who got it."

"Oh yeah, I totally get it," Sam said, relieved she didn't get that phone call by accident and figuring out who Jack was talking about from the oblique reference to CJ and Professor Pierson. "I'd never have been able to look him in the face."

Sam laughed. "I meant to call Jack, and I'm not telling you what I offered." She leaned forward, "there's a phone call about whipped cream? Any idea who sent it?"

"Well, if you meant to call Jack, you didn't get me. Although I did get a phone call from the Principal that was supposed to go to Janet that talked about 'Jack's ass'. Maybe he didn't mean mine?

"The whipped cream one was from Paige Matthews. You know, one of the attic girls? I got the one about the handcuffs, but the one about the whipped cream went even farther astray. All I can guess is that she and Sawyer must be VERY athletic."

Sam started giggling. "You may have gottem a phone call from Principal Smith about Jack O'Neill's ass? Wait, why would Janet be talking to Principal Smith ab...oh, god..." She laughed so hard she almost fell out of her chair. "Harkness, you just made my day, I think."

Once she recovered, she said, "Okay, that thing about Paige? Not a complete surprise, from what I've heard. But as long as they're happy, who are we to judge, right?" She hiccuped.

Jack catches on. "So you think that the phone call from Janet was for you, it went to Principal Smith, who responded to me, and then I told you?" Jack starts laughing with her. "And the next question is: who got my response? Because if it's all mixed up that far, I can't imagine that mine went any better. Hell, who got ALL my responses today?" Jack groaned. "I forwarded the phone call from the Doctor to... well, I thought I forwarded it to Dr. Pierson. I'm terrified at the thought of who got it, with my voice on the intro message."

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After talking to Xander and then checking her own messages (http://www.livejournal.com/users/izzyalienqueen/1401.html), Isabel headed out for a walk just to chase the weird from her head.

A hot chocolate was just the treat she needed after a walk in the cool air. After paying for it, she turned and looked for a place to sit.

Jack waves at her when she comes in. "Hey, Isabel! How's it going?"

Isabel did not smile. In fact, Isabel looked a bit pissed. However if one could see inside Isabel's mind, they'd find her grinning.

"Jack." She was not cold. She was downright frosty. "I got your message."

"Um..." Jack looks around frantically. "I didn't send you a message. At least, if you got one from me, it wasn't intended to go to you. Honestly! Oh, hell. Which one did you get? The one about how you're my mother and I don't need to know that much about your sex life?"

"Actually it was something about your dad's sex life. Something about a case of Heineken and leaving marks." She really intended to make him flail for a bit. But she couldn't keep a straight face.

Laughing she sat down at his table. "Don't worry, the message I got that implied I was having an affair with a professor, pretty much let me know there was a problem with voicemail. But please tell me your folks don't live around here. Because I'm not sure I could face them without blushing."

"Okay, I won't tell you that my folks live around here." He keeps his eyes from the blue box in the park. "But I have to admit I'm completely lying when I say it."

"Oh god..." She has a really, really bad feeling about this. "Don't tell me, one of them teaches at the school."

Jack scratched his nose. "Actually, both of them do."