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Jack O'Neill - Clinic Hours - Tuesday, October 25th

Jack comes in and sets up his things, homework, radio, mini-tv, and a few notebooks. He was hoping to have a slow night and be able to get some homework done before tomorrow. And to avoid Cuddy like the plague.

Jack clicked on the radio and cracked open a book.

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Sam pokes her head in after O'Neill sends her back. "Hey, Parker. I didn't know you were in here, or I would have come back sooner."

Parker grins. "But not *too* much sooner. I would've hated to spoil your... talk, with O'Neill." She waves to the visitor's chair, nearly wriggling with glee. "So? How goes every little thing with you?"

Sam takes a seat in the chair, folding her right leg under her. "Everything's...good."

She bites her lip to hide the grin, but then she sees the grin on Parker's face and groans. "You heard. God, I'm such a moron."

There's no other explanation for that expression to be on Parker's face while she's trapped in here with a ruptured ulcer.

"Tile provides great acoustics, and O'Neill was yelping for a while there when he started to panic. Of course I heard." She pokes Sam's arm with an extra-manicured nail. "Congratulations, I guess. He finally stepped up. Where are you going to take him on the date date?"

"Thanks. I think. And I don't know that he stepped up so much as got pushed and pulled there while braying like he was a stubborn farm animal."

She looks determined and folds her arms across her chest. She's not sure either she or Parker will buy it. "I'm not taking him anywhere. He's taking me. I've made all the first moves I'm making. The rest is up to him."

"Oh, that'll be fun to see." Parker smirks. "If you're lucky, he can maybe manage dinner and a movie, but if he gets creative? I shudder to think." She shakes her head. "How long have you two been dancing around this, anyway? Keep in mind who I met at Cheyenne, and the bridesmaid who lives in our dorm who's told me just enough to make me curious."

"Don't talk to me about O'Neill creativity. It can really go either way, and the disturbing part is that they're both equally likely. If I needed it, you'd help me escape from jail, right?" Sam rolled her eyes at the idea of having let Jack loose.

"Obviously, this isn't to be repeated, Parker, but seven years, minus three months on his side."

"I helped you seduce teachers who were on hormones. Jail is cake, compared to a little jailbreak." She grinned. "Or, I could just put up bail. But I'd think an escape would make a better date."

Parker blinks at that information. "Hunh. That *is* a good chunk of time to know someone and not have it go anywhere.... I mean, I've known people that long, but that's completely different."

"This is how you know who your friends are. Not just that they'll put up bail, but that they'll organize the jailbreak because it's more fun. You're good people, Parker."

Sam smirked, then rolled her eyes and Parker's next words. "Tell me about it." She got curious and sat up eagerly, hoping to get the subject off herself. "Who have you known that long? How is it different?"

Parker grinned at the 'good people' comment. "And you and your Colorado crew are fun people. So that works out for us all, doesn't it?"

At Sam's question she looked surprised, and a little edgy, then shrugged. "Oh, you know. There's a couple guys I've known since I was about nine or so... you don't think boy-girl things at that age, you know. They're just your friends. We know most of each other's secrets, and I'd certainly break *them* out of jail, but date them? Pffttt."

"I guess it does. But you still can't keep Murray."

Sam wondered at the myriad of expressions that crossed Parker's face, but decided not to push. The girl did have a ruptured ulcer after all. "It must be nice to have had friends from childhood with whom you're still in contact. So you don't date them. They're still your friends, right?"

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"Nuts. Not even for a little while?" Parker wheedled.

"Exactly," Parker said firmly. "Angelo writes-- well, as much as he ever does. Jarod calls, sometimes. I wish they could be here, but it'd be.. kind of weird, if they were. I haven't seen them in almost two years."

"You can take that up with Murray when he comes for Parents' Weekend, all right? So you better get well soon--otherwise you won't have the energy to negotiate properly."

"Why would it be weird? And just because you're away from someone doesn't mean you're any less friends with them. ~~I mean, look at Charlie, Janet, and Daniel.~~"

"I'm resting, I'm resting. Yup. Definitely resting."

Parker looked uncomfortable, and a little bitter. "It just would be. The geniuses would take over again. They're easier to deal with when they're in Blue Cove, that's all. ~~Plus they'd torment me. It's their thing.~~"

"Genuises? Parker, it's not like you're stupid. How many languages do you speak? Who cares if they're smart? You kick ass. And you're a great shot. And you'd break me out of jail. I could pass them on the street and would have no idea who they were."

~~"If you wore your hair in pigtails so the boys could pull them, maybe you wouldn't have that problem."~~

"Five languages. And it's not like I don't know I'm smart. It's just hard to be compared to guys my age who have already, for instance, passed their MCATs. Only that was three years ago." Parker rubs the bridge of her nose. "I still miss them, though, the brats."

~~"And if I did that, I'd be permanently bald, either from Crichton or O'Neill having fun, or the bitch fights with some of the females around here. Not happening."~~

"Huh. Okay, I can see how that would be a little..." Do not say intimidating to Parker, Carter "annoying. Are they coming for Parents' Weekend?"

~~"Okay, point there."~~

Parker's expression relaxed into simple regret. "No. But I'm hoping I'll get to see them at Christmas. I'm talking to my father about that when he visits this weekend. I don't want to spend the holidays in Gstaad or Monaco this year, I just want to see my friends."

~~"Exactly. Isn't that why you keep your hair short?"~~

"Well, I hope things work out for your trip home, then. Although I'm sure Gstaad and Monaco are...very nice."

~~"Partly. But it's also because it keeps getting caught in the gears when I work."~~

"Enh." Parker grinned. "They're great. But if you've done them once...."

~~"Ah. That explains it. And on you, it works. Adama should borrow your hair-care products.~~

"Yeah, I guess. ~~Visit enough different planets, and they all start to look like Vancouver.~~"

~~"Thanks. And I don't want Adama anywhere near my hair-care products. Specially formulated."~~

"Well, let me know how the date goes. I'll start a fund for the bail money. I'm sure people will want to chip in," Parker said with a grin.

"Make sure you get money from whoever won the betting pool," Sam said, shaking her head. "I can't believe I lost my own damn bet."

_{[ooc: *snerk!*]}

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