Daniel sat gratefully in the passenger's seat of Sam's car. His own vehicle had decided to stop working and she was giving him a much needed ride home. She had asked him his thoughts on the General's latest decision to stop exploring their most recent planet and he was telling her, at great length, with footnotes, and the occasional annotation.
"I mean just because it's a culture based on agriculture instead of aggression doesn't mean that it isn't wor..."
Daniel stopped in midsentance. They had just come to a red light when suddenly Sam made a horrible growl of enraged disgust and slammed the car into Park.
Sam paid Daniel no attention whatsoever. She reached over to his side and opened the glove compartment. Daniel pressed himself against the door as she pulled out a handgun.
"Hey, whoa, wait a minute..." Daniel protested. "You asked for my opinion...if you don't really want to hear it, you can just say so."
When Sam checked the clip Daniel flashed her his very best 'please-don't-kill-me-particularly-when-I-don't-know-what-I-did-wrong' look with his cobalt blue puppy dog eyes. Sam looked at Daniel as if he was the insane one and got out of the car.
Daniel got out of the car as well, although he didn't dare follow after her. With the gun held casually behind her back she walked up to the car that was waiting at the light in front of them. She reached out and tapped on the window of the silver BMW. A man with more oil in his hair than in Saudi Arabia rolled down the window.
"Can I help you, Little Lady?" The driver cooed sweetly.
"You can step out of the car, Big Boy."
"Anything for you, Sugar."
"Uh...Sam?" Daniel repeated.
Sam took a step back as the man in a dark blue business suit slid out of his car. He glanced at Daniel and then turned a confident smile on Sam. An all too familiar predator expression spread across Sam's face, the one that she tended to get right before she dropped someone to the ground. Daniel looked around nervously, but no one else seemed to be witnessing the proceedings.
"Pick it up." Sam purred.
"What?" The man asked confused.
"I'm not going to ask again." She said more dangerously.
"What the fu..."
The man froze as Sam narrowed her eyes and drew the gun out from behind her back. She aimed the it callously at his heart. Daniel gasped violently, but didn't know what to do. The BMW guy seemed to be having the same problem.
"Pick...it...up..." Sam snarled. "Now!"
Starting to shake the man bent down and to Daniel's surprise he picked up a cigarette butt that he'd casually flicked out the window. Still terrified he just stood there holding it as the still smoldering end burnt into his fingers.
"If I catch you doing that again, and I'll make you eat it. Understand?"
The guy just nodded.
"Get out of here, take that with you."
Sam made her way back to her car as the guy practically threw himself back into his own vehicle. Daniel got back in as well and just stared incredulously at his friend. Sam put the gun back in the glove box and fastened her seat belt. Daniel continued to stare.
"What?" Sam asked innocently.
"Nothing." Daniel replied quickly as he looked away. "I said nothing. I'm just sitting here quietly...attempting not to incur your wrath."
"Oh come on, Daniel. You can't tell me that you've never wanted to do that."
"There is a broad line between violent fantasy and criminal action."
"There isn't a jury in the world that would convict me."
"Not if they wanted to live..." Daniel muttered.
"Nothing...the...uh...the light's green."
"I could have done worse."
"Yeah, I seriously considered flicking it into his gas tank."
"Sam, the next time we go somewhere...I'm driving."