Sharon Carter is a super spy (exshieldagent) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2014-10-10 12:51:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, daniel jackson, sharon carter |
Who: Daniel Jackson and Sharon Carter
When: Circa Oct 7 (after the tethering plot)
Where: Supermarket
What: Random Encounter
Rating/Warnings: Low/None
Status: Complete
After being connected to John for the better part of a week, Sharon was glad to be on her own. She’d taken Pete for a long jog on the beach, then come home and emptied all the junk out of her fridge. She didn’t have to be in to work until tomorrow, so her plan was to clean her house and stock her cupboards.
Hence, trip to the store. She had a long list, and was pushing the cart through the aisles, like a boss, grabbing the things she needed.
Daniel had gotten home rather late in the night - or early in the morning depending on your opinion and had gone straight to bed. He woke up at lunch time and quickly realised that he was out of food. Cursing, he showered and made himself a cup of coffee before heading down to the supermarket to grab some food.
Turning the corner, his mostly full trolley, swerved and hit another one. “I’m sorry,” he said managing to gain control of his trolley again. “I think I grabbed one with a dodgy wheel.”
“Oh, that’s all right,” Sharon said, smiling softly. She’d been up late last night, too, though she felt rested. A good, solid eight hours alone in her own apartment, in her own bed, with her own dog by her side made her sleep like the dead. She woke up refreshed and actually in a good mood.
“I think most of them have a dodgy wheel,” she added, repeating the phrase after him. It felt very British.
“Perhaps, the curse of the shopping trolley causing people to crash into other or join the circus with the acrobatics,” he joked. He was glad that she didn’t take it badly. “Still I’m glad you are alright,” he said sincerely.
“It’s not the first time someone’s come crashing into me in the Supermarket,” Sharon said, giving him a smile. “...I’m mostly made of rubber, anyway. Hard to break, you know.” She motioned behind him at the shelves. “Just here for some pasta sauce.”
“Perhaps it’s the supermarket then? It seems awfully odd to happen more than once, you’d think people would try not too. Then again without mirrors to see down the other aisle it is hard to know if anyone is turning in the direction you are coming from,” he said with a shrug trying to think about the situation logically. “Still I am sorry to have banged into you,” he told her. “Well then, I shouldn’t be keeping you. I’m sure you have plenty of other things to do than talk to a stranger in the middle of the supermarket.”
“Nah, I think it’s me. I think I’m a trolly magnet,” Sharon kidded, giving him a grin. “It’s really okay,” she added, “...just… the rest of my shopping. I’m glad to be doing it on my own.” She added, then realized that probably sounded really weird. “...I mean, I was sort of… with company all week, so. Anyway, you have a good day?” She offered, giving him an out.
“Of course,” he said with a nod. “Thank you, you have a good day too,” he replied with a smile. “Perhaps I’ll see you around and have a proper chance to get to know you in the future,” he told her.
“Could be.” Sharon said. She smiled, waved, then was on her way.