Sam and her boys, 6c: Hogging, PG13, Sam/Jack/Siler
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Summary: Si' gets home late
Chapter 6c: Hogging (PG13)
"Siler??"
Shifting back so his head came out from under the mainframe, Siler frowned up at the sergeant staring at him in surprise, "What is it, Walter?"
The other sergeant's brows flew up at the exhausted question, "It's.. 2300 hours? What are you still doing here; thought you had the morning shift?"
It took a few seconds for the information to compute, but then Siler blinked in surprise, pulling his sleeve back to look at his watch and groaning at the time, "No wonder I was starving earlier."
Shaking his head with a disbelieving laugh, Walter chided gently, "If you were hungry, why didn't you check the clock *then*?" As if he couldn't guess after all these years playing conscience for the engineer.
Siler sighed, staring up at the seemingly normal wires and junctions he was going through. "Was busy. This thing has been cutting out on and off all day."
"Isn't that the backup for the secondary?"
"Yeah."
"..So.. we still have two working systems?"
Siler rolled his eyes, reaching up with arms that he could feel were tired, now. "That's not the point, Walter. You know as well as I do how close we've come to apocalypse even when we start the day with everything running. I'm pretty sure I know what the problem is, now, anyway."
Walter debated arguing, aware that he was dealing with a workaholic; and that he couldn't actually deny that backups of backups got entirely too much use around here.
"It's Friday night, at least for another hour; would you just call it quits and go home, Siler? If it'll make you sleep better, I'll get the night maintenance shift to concentrate on it."
Out of sight, Siler winced at the reminder. Jack was no doubt going to give him a lecture for working late. And not calling. And Sam was going to growl about his not telling her about the problem, even though it wasn't her job anymore on the days that she wasn't running the base.. Damn. "I'm almost done, Walter. Quit nagging." When he heard the harsh tone, he winced, "Sorry, Walter. Tired."
Giving up with a shrug, Walter turned to get back to his rounds, throwing behind him a casual, "Just don't crash on the way home."
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It was 0100 by the time Siler stepped into their bedroom and stopped in his tracks. Staring at the two bodies entwined *right* smack-dab in the middle of the bed, he frowned, uncomfortable. Too tired to seriously consider that he should have just gone home, he headed for the shower instead, hoping they'd make room for him.
When he got out and found them unmoved, he took a deep breath, reminded himself that they'd insisted he was a part of their relationship, and padded to Sam's side. He started to reach over the one foot gap to touch her shoulder carefully but pulled back when hers and Jack's eyes both popped open. He tried to smile but had to stop for a wide yawn. "Sorry. You two are hogging the bed." And he'd have gotten yelled at for sure if he'd slept on the couch...
Sam looked willing enough to shift back, but Jack's eyes narrowed at him and he knew that that lecture he'd anticipated was on its way.. *before* he got to lay down, damn it.
"Funny you should say that," Sam turned to join Siler in giving the general a look for his tone, "It just so happens there's going to be a delivery some time tomorrow morning, hopefully before we start working so we don't get interrupted."
The silence stretched out as neither Sam nor Siler chose to humour him by asking the obvious question and he finally gave in with a mock-glare at them, "King-size bed. You two have almost drop-kicked me out a *few* times in the middle of the night so I got Cass to help me pick one as a surprise before we left."
When Sam tackled the general to the bed with a grin, Siler took advantage of the freed space and crawled on, snagging a sheet to cover them from the annoying chill that had appeared in the air at some point. Listening to Sam quiz Jack about the new furniture, he wondered if he should point out that the cabin needed one too.
Next in the verse is Chapter 7: Hip (NC17)
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To read it all the chapters on one page, click here
Summary: Si' gets home late
Chapter 6c: Hogging (PG13)
"Siler??"
Shifting back so his head came out from under the mainframe, Siler frowned up at the sergeant staring at him in surprise, "What is it, Walter?"
The other sergeant's brows flew up at the exhausted question, "It's.. 2300 hours? What are you still doing here; thought you had the morning shift?"
It took a few seconds for the information to compute, but then Siler blinked in surprise, pulling his sleeve back to look at his watch and groaning at the time, "No wonder I was starving earlier."
Shaking his head with a disbelieving laugh, Walter chided gently, "If you were hungry, why didn't you check the clock *then*?" As if he couldn't guess after all these years playing conscience for the engineer.
Siler sighed, staring up at the seemingly normal wires and junctions he was going through. "Was busy. This thing has been cutting out on and off all day."
"Isn't that the backup for the secondary?"
"Yeah."
"..So.. we still have two working systems?"
Siler rolled his eyes, reaching up with arms that he could feel were tired, now. "That's not the point, Walter. You know as well as I do how close we've come to apocalypse even when we start the day with everything running. I'm pretty sure I know what the problem is, now, anyway."
Walter debated arguing, aware that he was dealing with a workaholic; and that he couldn't actually deny that backups of backups got entirely too much use around here.
"It's Friday night, at least for another hour; would you just call it quits and go home, Siler? If it'll make you sleep better, I'll get the night maintenance shift to concentrate on it."
Out of sight, Siler winced at the reminder. Jack was no doubt going to give him a lecture for working late. And not calling. And Sam was going to growl about his not telling her about the problem, even though it wasn't her job anymore on the days that she wasn't running the base.. Damn. "I'm almost done, Walter. Quit nagging." When he heard the harsh tone, he winced, "Sorry, Walter. Tired."
Giving up with a shrug, Walter turned to get back to his rounds, throwing behind him a casual, "Just don't crash on the way home."
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It was 0100 by the time Siler stepped into their bedroom and stopped in his tracks. Staring at the two bodies entwined *right* smack-dab in the middle of the bed, he frowned, uncomfortable. Too tired to seriously consider that he should have just gone home, he headed for the shower instead, hoping they'd make room for him.
When he got out and found them unmoved, he took a deep breath, reminded himself that they'd insisted he was a part of their relationship, and padded to Sam's side. He started to reach over the one foot gap to touch her shoulder carefully but pulled back when hers and Jack's eyes both popped open. He tried to smile but had to stop for a wide yawn. "Sorry. You two are hogging the bed." And he'd have gotten yelled at for sure if he'd slept on the couch...
Sam looked willing enough to shift back, but Jack's eyes narrowed at him and he knew that that lecture he'd anticipated was on its way.. *before* he got to lay down, damn it.
"Funny you should say that," Sam turned to join Siler in giving the general a look for his tone, "It just so happens there's going to be a delivery some time tomorrow morning, hopefully before we start working so we don't get interrupted."
The silence stretched out as neither Sam nor Siler chose to humour him by asking the obvious question and he finally gave in with a mock-glare at them, "King-size bed. You two have almost drop-kicked me out a *few* times in the middle of the night so I got Cass to help me pick one as a surprise before we left."
When Sam tackled the general to the bed with a grin, Siler took advantage of the freed space and crawled on, snagging a sheet to cover them from the annoying chill that had appeared in the air at some point. Listening to Sam quiz Jack about the new furniture, he wondered if he should point out that the cabin needed one too.
Next in the verse is Chapter 7: Hip (NC17)