Here's a new story from Jackie - actually an old story, but I'm sure you know what I mean by now. Just a little bit of humor before I start posting another of her epics. Flatkatsi

What Little Boys Are Made Of

Doctor Janet Fraiser sighed as she moved over to draw the curtains around the infirmary's sole remaining occupant. There had been one other patient until earlier that day - unusually it was Teal'c. The Jaffa been there for three days until Janet had discharged him once his symbiote had done its job; healing him from the injuries inflicted by aliens on SG-1's last mission.

The Colonel lay on his left side in a drug-induced sleep. Janet adjusted the IV and increased the meds - he was going to need them while she worked.

The natives on PX2321 had certainly left their mark on SG-1, in particular the Colonel, before they'd managed to escape. His body was marked in several places. The weapon used on him was something akin to a laser but had left deep gashes in the midst of each patch of burnt skin. He'd taken several hits, on his back, chest, stomach and thighs. In fact, the only places relatively untouched were on his left side – the side he was now curled up on.

Janet moved the trolley of instruments closer and pulled on a pair of latex gloves, wincing inwardly at the thought of disturbing the Colonel. The last three days had been a hellish mixture of infection and fever and keeping the gashes open and clean was painful for him but absolutely necessary.

She carefully tended to his back first, being the easiest spot to access in his current position, then moved on to deal with his right hip and thigh. He groaned as each injury was treated and then re-dressed with light gauze. The hip wound prevented him wearing any bottoms, much to the well-voiced disgust of the Colonel during the brief moments when he was awake, and only a thin cotton sheet covered his lower body.

Finished with what she could reach Janet tried to roll Colonel O'Neill onto his back. He, not surprisingly, moaned and resisted her efforts. Another attempt met with more resistance and she had to call a nurse in to help reposition him. Responding to their combined efforts he finally groaned and rolled over.

Janet winced for him. She knew the wounds were very painful, especially those on his back.

He shuddered a little. His eyes began to open and he focused slowly on the doctor. She helped him to take a small drink and nodded to the nurse, giving her permission to leave.

"Sorry Colonel," she apologized "I know it hurts, but I've got to see to your chest and stomach. I'll be as quick as I can."

"It's…okay," he croaked. She could see he was trying to lie still while she worked, but he couldn't help the shudders of pain his body gave and within a few minutes he'd passed out once more. She finished as quickly as she could and re-dressed the wounds before she re-adjusted the light sheet to cover his lower body.

She was just clearing up when a voice called hesitantly through the curtains. "Janet?"

Janet turned with a smile. "Hey, Sam. Come on in." She opened the curtain a little to give her friend entrance to O'Neill's bedside.

"How is he?" Sam asked, frowning as she looked down at the Colonel.

Janet sighed quietly in response to the question. "Still in a lot of pain - the wounds have to be kept open. I'm keeping him high on the happy juice."

"I saw Teal'c earlier. Even he admitted those lasers had a hell of a bite to them"

"And then some," agreed Janet, with a wince.

"Is it okay if I sit with him a while?" Sam asked as she moved closer to the Colonel's bedside.

"Of course it is. I've just finished up so hopefully I won't need to disturb him again tonight."

Sam stood looking down at the Colonel for a moment before settling into the chair, sitting stiffly with her hands folded on her lap.

Janet looked at her friend, a sense of sadness washing over her. She'd realized a long time ago how much the Colonel meant to the other woman, but she also knew that Sam would never openly show her affection.

As the doctor turned to leave she made to open the curtains but then had second thoughts.

"I'll be back in a little while – I have a few reports to finish. Buzz if I'm needed." With that she retreated, leaving the curtains closed around the bed. 'A little privacy couldn't hurt them' , she thought as she made her way back to her office.

xoxoxoxoxo

Sam sat staring at Colonel O'Neill, taking in his pale face, then moving her eyes lower, drawn to the dressings on his chest and stomach. The dressing on his right hip was just visible above the sheet drawn across him.

The Colonel stirred, groaning in pain even in his sleep. His right leg came up, bending at the knee, and with another moan he turned over to his left side.

Sam straightened…totally thunderstruck. As he'd turned over, the Colonel had taken the sheet with him and presented her with a perfect view of his butt. His very naked butt.

Her mouth opened and then closed, but no sound came out.

A few seconds later she found her voice "Holy Hannah," she croaked as she stood up.

She'd admired his butt for a long time - in fact she'd been watching this particular part of his body for almost six years, but it was the first time she'd seen it in all its naked glory. She eyed the firm, smooth part of his anatomy that was presented to her, a faint blush coming to her cheeks. It was a work of art. Well worth the admiration she'd blindly given it all this time. Okay … but what if somebody came in?

The Major reached over O'Neill's thigh to take hold of the corner of the sheet that rested on him, trying desperately not to think what her hand was close to. She gave it an experimental tug… nothing. Tugging with a little more force this time, she tried again but the sheet remained trapped.

Sam flushed up more. Perhaps she could sneak out? The curtains were drawn. But then Janet would probably find him like this and she would never let her live it down, would she?

"Colonel," she whispered urgently. She had to get him to roll back.

She eyed the dressings visible on his back and realized it wouldn't be an easy task to get him to move back into such a painful position. She put a hand to his shoulder. "Colonel," she called a little louder, and gave him a slight shake. He mumbled and groaned but didn't move.

Despite her best intentions her eyes kept straying down his body.

'For cryin' out loud, you're a Major in the Air Force,' she chastised herself. 'Okay, I can do this.' She licked her dry lips and frowned while her brain sought a solution.

Then it came to her. With a small smile she focused on his back. "Airman, move now. Roll" She ordered as loud as she dared in her best 'command' voice.

The Colonel groaned loudly but once more moved onto his back. As it touched the mattress he hissed and arched with pain, making Sam jump a little and back off in alarm.

"Oh god, I'm sorry," she whispered and then as her eyes took in his new position she froze.

'Oh, this is soooooooooooo not good!'

She blushed furiously as her eyes fastened of their own accord to his groin, his extremely naked groin. The sheet had remained in its previously crumpled position. 'This is so not a puppy dog's tail." She almost drooled as the figment of her many heated dreams became a visual reality. The seconds ticked by and as the shock left her, she eyed him appreciatively. "Much better than my imagination," she murmured. "Oh, way to go Sam, lusting at your CO's … well at your CO …" She groaned, slapping a hand to her forehead as she fought to close her eyes, finally managing it.

It was only moments before she couldn't stand it and once more cracked one eye open. 'Be worth retiring for though', she grinned sheepishly, but still admiring the view, albeit unwillingly.

The tap of heels alerted her. Janet was returning.

"Oh my god," she whispered frantically. She couldn't get caught standing there like this. She grabbed at the sheet. Thankfully it moved easily and she just managed to cover the Colonel up and sit back down when Janet opened the curtains and approached the bed.

xoxoxoxoxo

"Everything okay?" the doctor asked, eyeing her friend. Sam certainly looked a little flustered. 'Bet she was holding his hand or something,' she thought.

Sam nodded. "Yes, fine," she responded, in a casual voice.

Janet turned her attention to her patient. "Funny, he's still on his back. He's usually moved before now to get some comfort." She stretched her hand out to check his pulse. As she spoke Colonel O'Neill's leg came up, but Janet was quick. With practiced ease she snagged the sheet as he rolled and pulled it across to keep him covered.

Janet grinned. "Oops, sorry Sam, nearly flashed you then. I should have warned you. Because of the dressings he has nothing on down there." She watched as Sam blushed furiously. "He 'mooned' the General last night. His face was a picture," Janet continued, with a laugh.

Sam looked puzzled. "The Colonel's?"

"No, the General's, silly," chided Janet, unable to keep the evil grin from her face. "I'll keep that information quietly locked away and bring it up the next time he gives me grief."

Sam looked at Janet with concern. "The General gives you grief?"

Janet eyed her friend thoughtfully; Sam wasn't usually so slow on the uptake. "Keep up Sam. Are you really okay?"

xoxoxoxoxoxo

Sam tried to concentrate on Janet's words, unable to keep from thinking about the Colonel's …

"Fine, just tired I guess," … 'Butt tired' she added to herself with a smirk as she stood. "I'll come back in the morning, if that's okay?"

"Sure. Maybe he'll be a little more awake tomorrow," Janet replied as she automatically bent to recheck the Colonel's vitals.

Sam couldn't help smiling as she left the infirmary. She made her way to her quarters and was still smiling when she climbed into bed and turned her lamp out.

"Sweet dreams, here I come," she sighed, with a huge grin as she snuggled down under the blankets.

The end