Bored. Bored. Bored.

[2ls-in-oneill.livejournal.com]

God, so bored.

Jack counted ceiling tiles and crankily wondered how much longer they thought they could keep him here. There was a *party* going on, for Godsakes', and he was missing that, too.

If he *ever* had the chance to pay back Fraiser....

...he went back to counting ceiling tiles, then heard someone in the next room.

"Hey! Come play with me!"

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[carter-i-am.livejournal.com]

Sam entered the clinic, rolling her eyes when she heard Jack bellowing. "Well, at least you're consistent."

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

"You're not allowed to play with *anyone*, O'Neill," snipes back an acerbic voice, right before Parker pulls the sheet around his bed back.

[2ls-in-oneill.livejournal.com]

Trying to look innocent, Jack smiles at them both. "What? It's *boring* here. Parker, you of all people should know that." He grins. "I got a red lollipop from House for yarking on your shoes."

[carter-i-am.livejournal.com]

Sam sat down on the edge of the bed and made herself comfortable by shoving him over. "You should stop bringing that up. She's a better shot than I am."

[2ls-in-oneill.livejournal.com]

"No way." Jack narrowed his eyes at Parker, who had her arms crossed and was studying him like she was trying to figure out where to put the first shot. "Seriously?" He reached for Carter's hand. "You'll protect me though, right?"

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

Parker flipped him a British salute, then stuck out her foot. "These are the shoes you bought me to make up for the others. Like them? They cost $900."

[carter-i-am.livejournal.com]

Sam eyed him skeptically, but took his hand, secretly relishing the ability to do so in public. "I don't know that you deserve protecting, considering how much harm you did to yourself just because you're stupid."

[replicarter.livejournal.com]

Eighth rather timidly enters the clinic and smiles when she hears him. "I heard that you were locked up in the clinic, Jack."

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

Parker shoots Eighth an uneasy glance, then mouths "Jack?" at Carter. What's a teacher-type doing here? And is this some relative of Carter's?

[replicarter.livejournal.com]

She looks a little cool at the unfamilar student. "I'm Dr. Carter, just ... dropping by to say hello to Mr. O'Neill here."

[carter-i-am.livejournal.com]

Sam sends Eighth death glares. "He doesn't need you."

[replicarter.livejournal.com]

She looks disturbed, far more vulnerable than her brassy attitude in class. "I suppose not, I just," she hesistates, "...well I'm glad you're here with him," she says in a low voice.

[2ls-in-oneill.livejournal.com]

Jack squeezes Sam's hand a little harder, and nods carefully to Eighth. "It's appreciated. Doctor. Nice of you."

[carter-i-am.livejournal.com]

Sam refused to feel sympathy for Eighth, but did tone down the hostility to slightly more manageable levels. "He's not alone. I don't leave people behind."

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

"Ah. Pleased to meet you, Dr. Carter." Parker nodded, relaxing a little, but becoming more formal. "I'm Parker. I'm a friend of O'Neill's and Carter's. Just stopping by so he can admire the shoes he bought me."

[replicarter.livejournal.com]

"Nice to meet you, Miss Parker," she says politely and then pulls her to the side. "Everything going okay with him? He's going to be okay?"

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

"Um, yes?" Parker isn't sure who this woman is, but it's not like this is some big secret. "The doctor said if they'd caught it later, there would have been complications, but Fraiser forced him to come in here as soon as she knew he was sick, so... He has to stay here until his lungs clear up and he gets some energy back, but otherwise, he's fine." She glares at him. "A pain in the ass. But fine."

[carter-i-am.livejournal.com]

Sam lowered her face and mumbled, "Cyborg" under her breath.

[janet_fraiser]

Janet stops by after the party to make sure Jack is doing okay and freezes when she hears Eighth talking to Sam, Parker, and Jack.

[carter-i-am.livejournal.com]

In a frantic rush to distract Parker, Sam tried to come up with a new topic of conversation. "Parker, do you have a skirt I could borrow? I've been trying to come up with a new style, but don't want to invest until I find one that works for me."

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

Parker cocks her head sardonically, but lets the subject of Dr. Carter go. "I suppose. Something in silk, red? Would look good on you." She taps her lower lip. "But I'd like to borrow something in return, if you don't mind."

[carter-i-am.livejournal.com]

"I'll try it, I guess. You definitely know more about what looks good on people than I do."

She looked at Parker, curious. She couldn't imagine that the girl wanted to borrow a wrench. "What do you want to borrow?"

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

"I've heard you have some-- body paints?" Parker shoots Janet a quick look, then grins evilly at Jack. "It seems a shame to let them go to waste."

[carter-i-am.livejournal.com]

Sam glares at Janet, knowing there's only one possible source for that particular information, then looks guilelessly at Parker. "I do. Never used. Ever. Darn it."

[2ls-in-oneill.livejournal.com]

Jack looks really, really interested at the thought of Carter in red silk.