Once again, Daniel Jackson was carried into the infirmary, and Dr. Janet
Frasier added a tally mark to the piece of paper she had pinned to the wall
by her desk.
"What is it this time?" She asked, hurrying out of her office.
"There was a rockslide- Daniel got the brunt of it," Samantha Carter explained as she helped Colonel Jack O'Neil and Teal'c laid his still form on the bed.
Jack, Sam, and Teal'c watched as Janet gave Daniel a check-over. After a few moments she sighed, almost as if in relief.
"Will Doctor Jackson recover, Dr. Frasier?" Teal'c asked.
"Eventually," she told them. "He only has a few broken ribs and just some internal bleeding."
Jack stared. "Only? Just? Some?"
"Well, as it's Daniel, I was expecting him to have been disemboweled by the Goa'uld or something similar."
"Shush!" Jack hissed. "You'll jinx him even more just by saying it!"
Janet sighed and began treating Daniel's wounds. "Most people with wounds this severe would be up and going in three months or so. Expect to see him up again in six. Now you'd best leave him to me." She shooed them out of the infirmary.
Five months later, Daniel stood, fully geared, with the rest of SG-1.
"Hold on a minute, Dr. Jackson." General Hammond pulled Daniel aside as the Stargate whooshed to life. "Do you know what this is?" He held up a piece of paper that was black with tally marks.
"Um, no," Daniel said truthfully.
"This, Dr. Jackson, is the number of times you've been in the infirmary."
Daniel stared, uncomprehending. "Um, that's great, General, but I've-"
"Do you know how many lines are on here, Dr. Jackson?"
"Um, 38?"
"Try 64."
"64?"
"Absolutely right." General Hammond stared him down. "That's in six months, not counting the five that you were down with your major injury. Dr. Jackson, that is over twice as much as Colonel O'Neil, and three times as much as Major Carter."
"What about Teal'c?" Daniel asked meekly, not liking where this was heading.
Daniel soon wished that he hadn't asked. "You've been in the infirmary FIVE TIMES as much as Teal'c, Dr. Jackson."
"Ah, well, General Hammond," Daniel said nervously, fairly sure that this wasn't going to be pretty. "As much as I'd enjoy continuing to discuss statistics, I need to-"
"If you get seriously injured one more time, Doctor Jackson," the general interrupted, "Just ONE MORE TIME, this month- you'll be planted into a desk job."
Daniel's eyes grew huge. "You wouldn't," he whispered in horror.
"I would and you know it, Doctor."
"How serious is serious?"
"Anything worse than a broken finger, and you will not be granted any more field work- EVER. Dismissed."
Yes, sir," Daniel gulped, and began walking numbly back to the ramp where the rest of SG-1 waited patiently before the open 'Gate. As he rejoined his friends, though, he began to feel a little better. After all, it shouldn't be too hard to keep from getting seriously injured for a month. Sam and Teal'c pulled it off okay- why not him? I couldn't be that difficult, could it?
"What was that all about?" Jack asked.
"I can't get seriously injured for the rest of the month or I'll be given a permanent desk job." Despite his recent thoughts, he still shuddered at the prospect.
"He wouldn't!" Sam exclaimed.
"I am sure that he would, Major Carter." Teal'c countered. "It would be wise to stay out of harm's way, Daniel Jackson."
"This is SUPPOSED to be where you reassure me, guys!"
"How serious is serious?" Sam asked.
Daniel grimaced. "Anything worse than a broken finger."
"Does this mean I shouldn't use him as the diversion at all this month?" Jack asked innocently. Sam, Teal'c, and Daniel especially stared. "You're right," Jack amended. "He probably won't make the month even WITHOUT being the diversion."
Daniel glared and shoved his commanding officer through the Stargate.
"What is it this time?" She asked, hurrying out of her office.
"There was a rockslide- Daniel got the brunt of it," Samantha Carter explained as she helped Colonel Jack O'Neil and Teal'c laid his still form on the bed.
Jack, Sam, and Teal'c watched as Janet gave Daniel a check-over. After a few moments she sighed, almost as if in relief.
"Will Doctor Jackson recover, Dr. Frasier?" Teal'c asked.
"Eventually," she told them. "He only has a few broken ribs and just some internal bleeding."
Jack stared. "Only? Just? Some?"
"Well, as it's Daniel, I was expecting him to have been disemboweled by the Goa'uld or something similar."
"Shush!" Jack hissed. "You'll jinx him even more just by saying it!"
Janet sighed and began treating Daniel's wounds. "Most people with wounds this severe would be up and going in three months or so. Expect to see him up again in six. Now you'd best leave him to me." She shooed them out of the infirmary.
Five months later, Daniel stood, fully geared, with the rest of SG-1.
"Hold on a minute, Dr. Jackson." General Hammond pulled Daniel aside as the Stargate whooshed to life. "Do you know what this is?" He held up a piece of paper that was black with tally marks.
"Um, no," Daniel said truthfully.
"This, Dr. Jackson, is the number of times you've been in the infirmary."
Daniel stared, uncomprehending. "Um, that's great, General, but I've-"
"Do you know how many lines are on here, Dr. Jackson?"
"Um, 38?"
"Try 64."
"64?"
"Absolutely right." General Hammond stared him down. "That's in six months, not counting the five that you were down with your major injury. Dr. Jackson, that is over twice as much as Colonel O'Neil, and three times as much as Major Carter."
"What about Teal'c?" Daniel asked meekly, not liking where this was heading.
Daniel soon wished that he hadn't asked. "You've been in the infirmary FIVE TIMES as much as Teal'c, Dr. Jackson."
"Ah, well, General Hammond," Daniel said nervously, fairly sure that this wasn't going to be pretty. "As much as I'd enjoy continuing to discuss statistics, I need to-"
"If you get seriously injured one more time, Doctor Jackson," the general interrupted, "Just ONE MORE TIME, this month- you'll be planted into a desk job."
Daniel's eyes grew huge. "You wouldn't," he whispered in horror.
"I would and you know it, Doctor."
"How serious is serious?"
"Anything worse than a broken finger, and you will not be granted any more field work- EVER. Dismissed."
Yes, sir," Daniel gulped, and began walking numbly back to the ramp where the rest of SG-1 waited patiently before the open 'Gate. As he rejoined his friends, though, he began to feel a little better. After all, it shouldn't be too hard to keep from getting seriously injured for a month. Sam and Teal'c pulled it off okay- why not him? I couldn't be that difficult, could it?
"What was that all about?" Jack asked.
"I can't get seriously injured for the rest of the month or I'll be given a permanent desk job." Despite his recent thoughts, he still shuddered at the prospect.
"He wouldn't!" Sam exclaimed.
"I am sure that he would, Major Carter." Teal'c countered. "It would be wise to stay out of harm's way, Daniel Jackson."
"This is SUPPOSED to be where you reassure me, guys!"
"How serious is serious?" Sam asked.
Daniel grimaced. "Anything worse than a broken finger."
"Does this mean I shouldn't use him as the diversion at all this month?" Jack asked innocently. Sam, Teal'c, and Daniel especially stared. "You're right," Jack amended. "He probably won't make the month even WITHOUT being the diversion."
Daniel glared and shoved his commanding officer through the Stargate.