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for Sam [timed to March 11]
With one newly-bandaged thumb and a stern warning from Sam-clone the doctor, Jack heads back home. Except, since he's so close to Sam's place anyway having been at the Compound, Jack decides to swing by and see about her and the kids before he goes home for the night. Maybe he can keep from spilling the beans about the house he's building until there's, you know, an actual house to show off. He doesn't suspect he can keep it secret for long but he wants to try.
He's feeling a lot better since he got the good drugs at the clinic (for a given amount of good - it's still really just aspirin, isn't it?) and he's in good spirits when he knocks lightly on Carter's door.
"Carter? You home?"
He's feeling a lot better since he got the good drugs at the clinic (for a given amount of good - it's still really just aspirin, isn't it?) and he's in good spirits when he knocks lightly on Carter's door.
"Carter? You home?"
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"So uh, this is the big secret project thingie. It's...a house. Because I thought maybe we could use more room and that this would be better. I've got a floor plan, if you want to see it?"
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For them.
"Oh," she says, a little awed, and she nods. Yes she wants to see the plans, but she's weirdly choked up and words are not coming out.
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"Well, there's a room for you, each of the kids have their own room, my room and there's an office for you and a kitchen thing and a bathroom. You think we need anything else?"
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Except for one thing.
"Separate rooms?" she says, and touches the paper.
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Jack feels like maybe he made the wrong decision by drawing it out this way but there's nothing to do but go with it now.
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"I can do that for you."
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"Besides, now I don't have to take time off to heal, right?"
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"I just want to show you that we can do this, you know? That we can be a good family."
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"Well, I could stand to have a little more of that."