Authors Note: This randomly came to me while watching Line in the Sand.
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Line in the Sand – Episode Description: In an attempt to utilize Merlin's phase shifting technology, SG-1 answers the cry of a village pressured by Origin, and they attempt to phase shift the entire area. The plan appears to have been successful, until the device fails, and the Ori forces begin their onslaught. Meanwhile, Tomin, ordered to convert Vala to Origin, begins to question his faith in the religion when his views on the Ori's teachings clash with those of the Prior leading the assault, who's using the teachings to justify his actions. In the end, Mitchell and seriously injured Carter manage to bring the entire village out of phase using the power source of an Ori staff weapon, making it seem like the Ori have destroyed it. Tomin helps Vala escape even though he knows it may cost him his life.
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Password: Fishing
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"Welcome back to the land of the living, Colonel."
"Sir?" She blinked repeatedly trying to clear her vision. It was General Jack O'Neill speaking, she knew that much. It took a few tries but eventually his face came into focus. Her throat felt like she had swallowed broken glass, so instead of speaking she tried lifting her hand to find his. She struggled with even the small movement.
"Just stay still Carter," he told her his face betraying a flicker of concern for a brief moment before returning back to the neutral military mask of General O'Neill she was more used to – in this setting anyway. He took her hand to save her the effort and gave it a gentle squeeze. She expected him to let go, it wasn't like anyone at SGC knew about their relationship… or whatever it was. They hadn't really made up their mind what to call it yet. Instead he entwined his fingers with hers and held strong. "Doctor Lam, she's awake." He called over his shoulder.
"How long have I been asleep?" She asked, suddenly realizing the fact that he was here meant it must have been a while. He would have needed time to travel from Washington D.C. all the way to Cheyenne Mountain as when she looked around she realized she was in the infirmary at the SGC.
"A little over a day." He looked tired. He was noticeably paler than normal, with dark half circles beneath his eyes. She let out a sigh and winced as pain stabbed through her side. She used her free hand to lift the sheets and look at her wound but the effort exhausted her and she couldn't see anything through the hospital gown she wore anyway. She lay her head back down, turning to face her Jack and let her eyes lock onto his.
"You need to sleep," she whispered. She knew he would have stayed by her side since the moment he had arrived. She had done the same for him in the past.
"It's nice to see you awake Colonel Carter, there are many people anxious to see you." Doctor Lam had arrived. Sam watched as Doctor Lam's eyes skipped quickly over her hand that was still in Jack's and up to the monitors beeping beside her bed. "Would you like some water?"
Doctor Lam moved to the jug beside her bed and poured a glass without waiting for a response. Sam took a slow deep breath to avoid hurting her side again and carefully pushed herself into a semi-sitting position, having to let go of Jack's hand in the process. He leant forward – ready to help her if needed – but he let her do it alone which she was grateful for.
"Thanks," she whispered as she reached a trembling hand for the glass Doctor Lam held out to her. She hated how weak she felt but knew her injuries were severe. She had honestly believed she wouldn't survive that last one. There had been many injuries in her past, many times she had been afraid for her life… but she had never felt death as close as she had laying there beneath Colonel Mitchell's stoic gaze. She wrapped both hands around the glass and managed to take a few sips before passing the glass back to the Doctor and falling back against her pillows.
"How are you feeling?" Doctor Lam asked, finally.
"Very tired," she felt her eyes beginning to close of their own accord. "A little tender," she looked down at her left side but couldn't seem to lift her hand to point.
"Okay Colonel Carter, we will let you rest." Doctor Lam helped her slide back down into a more comfortable position for sleeping. Once the Doctor walked away her half-asleep brain knew that Jack was brushing a calloused hand across her face and tucking her hair behind her ear. She wanted to speak to him, to reassure him… to do something… but she could feel the exhaustion tugging at her consciousness so she turned her lips up into a small smile hoping it belayed her thoughts to him. Thank you.
TBC.