Author's Note: Oh, I can't believe how easily I let some of you manipulate
me! This isn't a sequel... (Well, I suppose it is, yes) I did leave the
Jack/Sam thing way open, and I know a lot of you wanted more, so this story
will be for you. No promises that it'll make everyone happy, and I don't
know how long it will be and where it will lead, so you'll just have to
read on... As usual, I'll update quickly, so you won't have to wait any
longer than necessary, but I reserve the right to give you cliffhangers
where I will.
Disclaimer: SG-1 isn't mine...
~*~
"How does it feel, Colonel?"
Jack O'Neill stretched his right arm out, then moved his hand, flexing his wrist every direction he could. There wasn't any pain, and it was a relief to have the brace off.
"Feels great, doc."
Janet Fraiser nodded, and took his hand in hers, running her fingers along his right forearm to check for any swelling. Finding none, she shrugged.
"You're healed."
"That's it?"
"That's it."
"There should be some kind of cake or something."
"Sorry. Maybe you and Daniel can go celebrate. He got his off this morning."
Jack grinned, and slid off the examination table.
"Thanks, doc."
"You're welcome, Colonel. It wouldn't be a bad idea to baby it a little for the next week or so, though. Just to be sure."
"You got it."
He left the infirmary, feeling pretty good.
"Jack!"
O'Neill turned and saw Daniel coming up behind him at a trot, and stopped to wait for him to catch up.
"Hey, Daniel."
"Hey. You got your brace off, I see."
"Yup. Frasier said you got yours off this morning? Congratulations."
"Thanks." Daniel looked at him curiously for a moment, and Jack looked back at him.
"Was there something you needed, Daniel?"
"Um, yeah. Have you seen Sam?"
"Not this morning. Why?"
"She was supposed to meet me in my office this morning, and she never showed up. I was just wondering if you knew where she was."
"Did you try calling her?"
"Yeah. There was no answer."
"Huh. No messages left for you with the OD?"
Daniel stared at him.
"Officer of the Day."
"Oh! No."
"That's unusual. Sam's usually good about calling and leaving a message if she's going to be late, or if she got caught up in something."
"I know."
"I'll find her," Jack said. "And let her know you were looking for her."
Daniel nodded; that was what he'd been hoping Jack would say.
"Thanks, Jack."
"Anytime. You want to go out tonight? Celebrate the braces off thing?"
"Sure. We'll figure it out over lunch."
"Sounds good."
Daniel turned and walked back down the hallway, and Jack headed for Carter's lab, on the off chance that she'd snuck into work early, and had become so engrossed in something she'd lost all track of time.
Disclaimer: SG-1 isn't mine...
~*~
"How does it feel, Colonel?"
Jack O'Neill stretched his right arm out, then moved his hand, flexing his wrist every direction he could. There wasn't any pain, and it was a relief to have the brace off.
"Feels great, doc."
Janet Fraiser nodded, and took his hand in hers, running her fingers along his right forearm to check for any swelling. Finding none, she shrugged.
"You're healed."
"That's it?"
"That's it."
"There should be some kind of cake or something."
"Sorry. Maybe you and Daniel can go celebrate. He got his off this morning."
Jack grinned, and slid off the examination table.
"Thanks, doc."
"You're welcome, Colonel. It wouldn't be a bad idea to baby it a little for the next week or so, though. Just to be sure."
"You got it."
He left the infirmary, feeling pretty good.
"Jack!"
O'Neill turned and saw Daniel coming up behind him at a trot, and stopped to wait for him to catch up.
"Hey, Daniel."
"Hey. You got your brace off, I see."
"Yup. Frasier said you got yours off this morning? Congratulations."
"Thanks." Daniel looked at him curiously for a moment, and Jack looked back at him.
"Was there something you needed, Daniel?"
"Um, yeah. Have you seen Sam?"
"Not this morning. Why?"
"She was supposed to meet me in my office this morning, and she never showed up. I was just wondering if you knew where she was."
"Did you try calling her?"
"Yeah. There was no answer."
"Huh. No messages left for you with the OD?"
Daniel stared at him.
"Officer of the Day."
"Oh! No."
"That's unusual. Sam's usually good about calling and leaving a message if she's going to be late, or if she got caught up in something."
"I know."
"I'll find her," Jack said. "And let her know you were looking for her."
Daniel nodded; that was what he'd been hoping Jack would say.
"Thanks, Jack."
"Anytime. You want to go out tonight? Celebrate the braces off thing?"
"Sure. We'll figure it out over lunch."
"Sounds good."
Daniel turned and walked back down the hallway, and Jack headed for Carter's lab, on the off chance that she'd snuck into work early, and had become so engrossed in something she'd lost all track of time.
