Interviews, Irritations and Inamoratas

Author's Note: Okay, this is the Camera Crew story in my Campers! series. As much as I love to dole out cliffhangers left and right – and you'll all undoubtedly see a ton of them in this story – I'm not going to leave you all hanging on the one point everyone has been asking about. That said; I'm not going to kill off Janet Fraiser in this story. (So if you're waiting for that, read a different story) I think killing her was a mistake on the show, and can you imagine how much better season 8 would be if they hadn't killed her? I was going to do it – just because they did it in the show, and in Scion I made a slight reference to it – but I decided that hey! this is my AU, and I've already made it so different from the show by bringing Jack and Sam (and Daniel and Sally) together – not mention Jaffer, who definitely should be on the show in my humble opinion. Why not do what I want?

That said, here we go!

Disclaimer: I don't own SG-1, or any of the characters I didn't make up. I just borrow them.

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"How do they feel, Colonel?"

Jack ran his hand along his ribs, feeling the rough skin that had only moments before been held together with a neat row of stitches. A long, neat row of stitches.

"Feels fine, Doc," he said, looking down at his side. It looked pretty good, too. In a few weeks the scar would be just another mark on a body that had already seen more than its fair share of injuries. Even now, Janet was taking his other hand to hold it and remove the stitches that were in his forearm. Then she'd move on to his upper thigh, where there was yet another row there. All were Jack O'Neill's reminder of his latest battle with a race of assassins name Ashrak. "You do good work."

Janet smiled at the compliment, thinking that Jack was probably just glad to be back on the base after an enforced absence while he healed.

"You give me plenty of practice, Colonel."

It was his turn to smile.

"Well... you know me..."

"Uh huh."

Fraiser carefully pulled the last of the stitches out of his forearm, then out of his thigh. Jack watched her, but didn't say anything else until she was finished. She was good enough that she didn't really need to have to concentrate completely on what she was doing, but Jack wasn't taking any chances. He didn't want the scissors to slip and make a new cut – or even worse, cut something off he might want to use again some day – even though she wasn't really all that close to that particular area. You just never knew, right?

"There you go, Colonel," Fraiser said when she finished. "All done."

Jack hopped off the table and started getting dressed.

"Thanks, Doc."

Janet shrugged.

"Well, we had to get you well for your interview with the reporter."

Jack scowled, his good mood draining out of him like water bursting out of a dam.

"You had to remind me..."

"I heard the President himself ordered this."

"Yeah, I heard that, too." They'd known they were coming – a cameraman and a reporter guy to do interviews – but even though he'd had a month to get used to the idea, Jack still wasn't looking forward to it. "Have they talked to you, yet?"

Janet shook her head, looking at her watch.

"Of course, they've only been on base for all of fifteen minutes." They were scheduled to arrive at 9:00, and Jack had shown up at 8:30 to have his stitches removed. It was 9:30, now. "They're probably talking to Hammond, and getting instructions on where they're allowed to go and where they're not supposed to go."

"I thought they were going to be given a babysitter?"

Janet nodded. Someone had suggested that O'Neill himself be the person to take the interviewer and his cameraman around the base for the week they were scheduled to be there. A suggestion that had been met with stony silence from Jack, and a snort of disbelief from Hammond.

"Major Quinn has been given that happy task."

"Better him than me."

"I agree."

Jack looked down at Jaffer, who'd been waiting patiently while Janet took care of his Jack. The black lab wagged his tail, idly, waiting to see if they were ready to leave. They had places to go and things to smell, after all!

"I'm sure I'll meet them eventually," Jack said with all the enthusiasm of someone who was waiting to meet the dentist.

"I'm sure you will..." Janet would be listening for the explosion.

"So... are you done with me?"

"Yes." Janet started cleaning up her equipment while Jack put his shirt on and buttoned it up. "Get your big troublemaker out of my infirmary before he eats something I need."

O'Neill grinned. Jaffer hadn't eaten anything of Janet's for a long time. Months!

"I think she doesn't want you in here, little man," Jack said to Jaffer, who wagged his tail again and snorted, his brown eyes watching Jack and Janet both cheerfully. "Let's see if we can get to my office without meeting one of the camera guys, or anyone else we don't want to meet, shall we?"

Fraiser smiled.

"Good luck."

"Hey, I've been a million different worlds, evading Jaffa and all sorts of other aliens who want to kill me. You think I can't make it from here to my office without evading one simple interviewer?"

Janet shrugged.

"I can."

"Uh huh."

"I can. You'll see." Still grumbling, he headed for the door with Jaffer right beside him.

"Good luck," Janet repeated, although this time she knew he didn't hear her.