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Title- Freudian Slips
Author - Baterista9/Gilder
E-mail - baterista9@aol.com
Freudian Slips
As he approached Carter's BOQ door, O'Neill shifted the cafeteria tray and knocked.
"Carter, you decent?"
"Yeah, come on in."
Carter carefully sat up on the bunk, succeeding in keeping her right leg elevated on its pillows, and setting aside her reading.
"How ya feeling, Major?"
"Pretty damn dumb, sir. Of all the ways I could sprain an ankle on duty, missing a stair step pretty much takes the cake."
O'Neill settled the tray on the bedside table and pulled up a chair. "Well, if it makes you feel any better, Sergeant Davis feels it's his fault because you were headed for his birthday party. To make up for it, he saved you a thunk of cake from the corner with extra icing." With that, he uncovered the plate, which bore a six-inch-square of Italian cream cake with a yellow rose on top.
Sam goggled and chuckled. "Sir, that is far too much!"
"Why do you think I brought two forks and two mugs of coffee?"