TITLE: About that Bike...
AUTHOR: Orac
E-MAIL: blakes7@hushmail.com
WEBSITE: orac.anergyst.org (can be intermittent)
STATUS: Complete
CATAGORY: missing scene
SPOILERS: none, except for a flash of the Curse.
SEASON: 4th, after The Curse.
RATINGS: PG.
SUMMARY: Very short epilog to The Curse. There was an extra piece of equipment in Sam's lab. What ever happened to it?
DISCLAIMER: Stargate Sg-1 and its characters are the property of Stargate (II) Productions, Showtime/Viacom, MGM/UA, Double Secret Productions, and Gekko Productions. This story is for entertainment purposes only and no money exchanged hands. No copyright infringement is intended. The original characters, situations, and story are the property of the author. This story may not be posted elsewhere without the consent of the author.
AUTHOR'S NOTES: They just left it lying in her lab. I couldn't resist. No, I don't know anything about bikes. Why do you ask?

Carter grunted, swore, pulled her finger back and sucked the smashed end.

"Dammit! Why won't that budge?"

Sgt. Siler looked up at her from underneath the motorcycle.

"Are you OK, Major? Are you sure you won't let me bring in the power tools?"

Carter shook out her smashed finger, wincing.

"No, the last thing we need is for this place to sound like a mechanic's shop. I just need to loosen the nut just a bit more...

Carter and Siler were engaged in a most unusual task, at least where the SGC was concerned. Well, repairing machines wasn't unusual, but usually the machine in question was a UAV or a MALP. Not a Harley Davidson. Carter grinned. She was having a great time. And why hadn't it occurred to her to ask Siler to help earlier? The man was a true genius with machines. He could get them to do anything he wanted. She grinned and went back to trying to loosen the nut. She couldn't wait to finish.

"Hey, Carter, wait u...what is THAT?"

Carter winced, swore under her breath, and turned around. Coming towards her from across the parking lot was the last person she wanted to see. O'Neill.

"What are you doing? And where did you get this beauty?"

"I"m taking her out for a test drive, Sir."

"YOU ride a motorcycle?"

"Well, not regularly Sir, I'm just taking this one out for a test drive."

"What do you know about bikes?"

"Well, sir, this is a 2000 Harley Davidson Fat Boy, with a Twin Cam 88B balanced engine, Over/under shotgun duals, a double-row chain drive. Customized by Yours Truly."

During this recitation, O'Neill started to look like he'd been pole-axed.

"Waddya mean, customized by you? Is THIS the 'special project' you've been working on for months? For which you turned down two fishing trips and spent god knows how many all-nighters here? What did you do, rebuild the engine from scratch?"

"Yes, Sir. With a little help from Siler."

"A biker chi.. um, biker, too? Carter, are you trying to torture me to death?"

"Uh, no. I actually expended a huge amount of energy trying to make sure you didn't find out about this. Sir."

"Why, may I ask?"

"Because I knew how you would react. It was going to be anonymous. Happy Birthday, Colonel."

Jack's eyes lit up, and a smile slowly spread across his face.

"You are incredible, Sam."

"Uh, thanks, Sir. Care to go for a ride?"

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