A New Obsession

During the post-mission physical, Fraiser shone a light down Sam’s throat. “How’s your latest obsession working out?”

Jack’s ears perked up. Obsession? Fraiser must be talking about the reactor.

“Incredible,” Sam sighed languorously. “You wouldn’t believe how well.”

“Powerful?”

“Oh yeah. Just being astride all that energy, barely held in control, knowing that with one flick of my wrist I can release it--”

“Major, don’t you think the infirmary is a little public to be discussing that?” Jack snapped irritably.

Fraiser collapsed against the gurney, howling with laughter.

Sam raised an eyebrow. “I was discussing my motorcycle, sir. What did you think I was talking about?”