"Can you... come here for a minute?"
"What is it... I've gotta get this report off to Landry."
Please? It'll only take a minute..."
With a sigh, she got up from the desk and followed the sound of his voice to the bathroom where she found Jack standing before the shower looking at something on the floor inside. "What is it?"
He pointed. "Spider..."
She couldn't help rolling her eyes a little in exasperation. "Oh.. For cryin' out loud..." She grabbed a piece of toilet paper from the roll on the wall and pinched the offending arachnid up between two fingers with it. "You know," she observed as she dropped the wad of toilet paper holding the spider into the toilet and flushed it. "For someone whose been through everything you've been through..."
He grinned sheepishly at her. "Well, we never had to face... those... At least not flesh and blood ones," he pointed out. "If we had... all bets would have been off."
She couldn't help returning his grin. "Men," she mumbled under her breath.
"Speaking of which," Jack began, all trace of humor gone, "Since you're here anyway..." He gestured to the shower behind him and raised an eyebrow at her.
She laughed and shook her head, defeated. There were some invitations she was still unable to resist. "Men," she repeated. And then, just as she was about to get ready to join him in the shower, a sudden thought made her pause, her hands still hovering over her waistband. She had remembered that morning years earlier on P3X-471 when Jack had awakened to find a spider in his boot and ... "Wait. Jack. You're not afraid of..."
And the blasted man simply winked at her.