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Summary: Sam Carter promised Cassandra Fraiser a motorcycle trip a while back and she finally found the time for it. Cassie is picking the route, and her bike decided Eureka is the perfect place to break down. Then again, Cassie had planned to stop here anyway.

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Stargate > Non-BtVS/AtS Stories
Television > Eureka
(Past Donor)NotJanaFR132967,79549303105,23521 Feb 1027 Aug 11Yes

Chapter Two

They entered Café Diem and immediately saw several heads turning in their direction. Sam shrugged it off; after all it happened all the time when they entered in their protective clothing. Spotting an empty table in the back, she led Cassie over. Putting her helmet on the table, she nodded towards the restroom. "I'll better get that grease off of my hands."

Cassie, in the middle of taking off her jacket, nodded in acknowledgement. She was hungry and the earlier they got food, the better. Sighing, she put the heavy leather jacket over the back of her chair. Moving their helmets out of the way, she looked for the menu.

"Hi, I'm Vincent. What can I do for you today?"

Cassie looked at the chubby man in front of her. "Uhm, do you have a menu?"

Vincent waved his hand dismissively. "No, that's boring. You just tell me what you want and I'll see what I can do."

"Really?" Vincent nodded. "Well, my friend is still in the restroom... ah, just ignore that. Can you get each of us a nice juicy steak, fries and whatever veggies you have handy and a coke and diet coke to drink?"

"That's easy." Vincent smiled. "Anything else? Dessert maybe?"

Cassie shook her head but quickly changed her mind. "Jell-o! Do you have jell-o? Blue jell-o? That'd be great!"

"Blue jell-o?"

"Yep. Oh, and Sam probably wants some coffee too." Cassie smiled openly. "Thanks. Sheriff Carter said you've got the best food in town."

Vincent raised his eyebrows. "He did?"

Cassie nodded enthusiastically. "Uh huh. He highly recommended you. Oh, and sorry about our clothes." Cassie motioned to her slightly sweaty shirt she'd been wearing under the leather jacket. "My bike broke down and we haven't really had a chance to change yet."

"Don't worry, sweetie." Cassie's stomach started to rumble. "And I'll better get going before you starve to death!"

Cassie grinned. Eureka promised to become one of the more interesting stops of their road trip. "Thanks!"


"Wow." Sam pushed her empty plate away. "That was great!"

"Thanks," Vincent said as he stepped up to the table. "Just wait till you've tasted the dessert. I'll be right back."

Sam groaned much to Cassie's amusement. "I don't think I can eat anything else."

Vincent was back just in time to hear her. "I've got blue jell-o."

Sam groaned again and led her head drop onto the table. Without looking, Sam slapped Cassie's arm as the younger woman started laughing at her.

"Just leave it here, Vincent. If there's one thing Sam can't resist, it's blue jell-o!"

"I'll never be able to move again," Sam protested, her head still resting on her arms.

"Best compliment ever," Vincent said proudly. He winked at Cassie and went back to his other customers.

"I really like this place," Cassie commented.

Sam raised her head and looked over. "Is there something I should know about?"

Cassie smirked. "That's for me to know and you to find out." She pushed the dessert in front of Sam. "But now it's blue jell-o time!"


Zane stopped on his way to the Sheriff's office. Whistling, he walked around the two motorcycles parked out front. Jo wrapped her arms around him from behind, resting her chin on his shoulder. "Nice, huh?"

He nodded and turned around. After a quick kiss, he answered, "Yeah. Yours?"

"Nope. Tourists. In fact, they're in Café Diem right now."

"Really?" Zane stole another kiss. "Hungry?"

Snorting, Jo took his hand and pulled him over the road and towards the cafe. "Subtle. Very subtle. But I'll come anyway."

"So," Zane rubbed his hands and took a good look around the cafe as soon as they entered. "Where are they? I can't see any new guys."

Jo smiled teasingly and sat down at the counter, ordering their food.

"Oh come on!" Zane whined.

"What?" The teasing smile turned into a smirk. "I thought you were the smart guy around here?"

Never one to turn down a challenge, Zane turned around and, resting his back against the counter, he scanned the cafe more thoroughly. He recognised every single customer directly in front of the counter and quickly dismissed them. Zane slowly turned to check other areas of the cafe and, yep, he knew most of those customers too. But there were two women he'd never seen before at a table in the back and Fargo of all people was talking to a couple he didn't recognise either.

Grinning, he looked at Jo. "No way!"

"Yeah." Taking his hand, she pulled him off of his chair. "Come on, I'll introduce you."

"Jo, hey," Cassie said, smiling openly at the couple as they approached the table.

Jo nodded at Sam, who was slouching in her chair with her eyes closed and her legs stretched out in front of her. "What's up with her?"

Cassie chuckled. "Food overload. Just ignore her."

"Hey!" Sam boxed Cassie into the arm without opening her eyes. "Just for that you're buying today."

Cassie easily ignored Sam's comment and concentrated on the newcomers. "Who's your friend?"

"Zane Donovan. At your service."

Jo snorted, rolling her eyes at Cassie. "He's been drooling over your bikes ever since he laid eyes on them. I figured I better introduce you so I can enjoy a drool-free meal."

Sam smiled. "Men are so predictable."

"Yup," Cassie and Jo agree immediately.

"Whatever." Zane shrugged it off and quickly pulled two chairs over and sat down. "Where did you get them? I mean, a 1940 Indian Chief in such a good state? Someone must have spent a lot of time to keep it that way."

"It's relaxing," Sam said without moving a muscle.


Cassie nodded. "Sam found it in a scrap yard and rebuilt it completely. Probably tuned it to go faster than it's supposed to go as well."

"No comment," Sam replied, a slow smile spreading across her face.

"She's a bit of a speed freak," Cassie said in a stage whisper. "Anyway, she also found the Honda and we've rebuilt it together a few years ago." Narrowing her eyes at Sam who was still sitting with closed eyes, she added, "Of course, she also made sure it only goes up to a certain speed."

"Which is more than fast enough for you," Sam said evenly. At the smell of more food, she opened one eye - just in time to see Vincent put down two plates in front of Jo and Zane. Groaning, she opened her other eye as well. "That smells delicious."

"Thanks!" Vincent smiled. "Want some?"

"No!" Blushing at her fierce reply, she quickly amended, "I mean not now. I'm too stuffed to do anything but breathe."

"Yeah," Cassie added helpfully, while moving out of Sam's reach. "I even had to feed her the last bits of jell-o because Sam couldn't move."

"Wait here," Vincent said excitedly, "I might just have the right thing for you!"

Before Sam could protest, he was gone. A couple of minutes later he was back, putting two steaming cups in front of Sam and Cassie. "Here, try that." Sam wanted to protest but Vincent held up his hand. "Just try it. Trust me."

Cassie didn't have Sam qualms and had a drink. She blinked, and blinked again and then she started to grin. "Whoa! That really works. Thanks Vincent."

"You are very welcome."

Sam and Cassie kept Jo and Zane company while they had their lunch, talking about motorcycles and other random things. But the closer they got to the end of it, the more restless Sam became.

"Is something wrong?" Jo asked eventually.

"Naw," Cassie replied easily. "Sam just wants to check on my bike. See how long it will take her to fix it."

Sam smile sheepishly but didn't deny it. "I guess after Miss Smarty-Pants over here sold me out already, I might just as well ask you for directions to the garage."

Cassie huffed, although the grin on her face betrayed her. "I think I'll check us into the B & B. Have a shower, have a look around town." Grinning at Jo and Zane, she added, "I just need to find someone who can point me in the right direction."

"I can do more than that, I can give you a lift," Zane said immediately. "And Jo would shoot me if I'd try anything."

Jo wriggled her eyebrows at him, but didn't say anything. Still, it was enough to prevent Sam from worrying about that arrangement. So, after getting instructions from Jo and saying goodbye to Cassie, Sam got onto her Indian and drove to the garage.

It didn't take her long to reach it and, after switching her motorcycle off, she went in search for this Henry everybody talked about. She could see Cassie's Honda, so she assumed he was around as well.

"Hello? Anybody here?"

"One sec!" came from the inside of the building.

Sam moved towards the door nearest to where the voice had come from but waited outside. She didn't know the man and didn't want to intrude by going inside uninvited. The next moment the door she'd been waiting at opened and a man in old overalls and a hat stepped out. "Can I help you?"

"Are you-" Sam's eyes opened wide when he turned to face her fully. "Henry Deacon!"

"Samantha?" Laughing out loud, Henry pulled her into a hug. "Samantha Carter! How are you? And what are you doing in Eureka?"


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