Spoilers: major for Crystal Skull
Takes place between Crystal Skull and Nemesis
AN: I am a nurse so forgive some of the graphic medical detail, there is a method to my madness.
Disclaimer: I do no own anything, Stargate it property of its producers and creators. I do own Ben and Mary Beth.
Fire in the Belly
Chapter 1
Dawn had fast approached Colorado and while some chose to wake before the sun even had a chance to peek on the horizon others chose to begin the day with the rest of the state. For some a routine had swayed far from normal these past few days. He felt no better than the previous day; actually he was feeling worse if at all possible. Rolling over with a groan Daniel's eyes cracked open slowly. Nauseous and stomach cramping he contemplated staying in bed until his clock informed him otherwise. Glancing at the clock on the bedside table Daniel was instantly jolted into wakefulness after noting the time.
"I'm late," he groaned.
In all his years at the SGC he had yet to be late until today. He blamed it on the past two days starting with his unusual experience of being out of phase. An ache settling in the center of his belly Daniel actually wondered if he should break his usual resolve and call in. It had started two days ago after returning, sans Nick, from P7X-377 as a nagging on and off cramp that he took for indigestion. Now it was becoming much more leading him to believe that his grandfather had so nicely given him an ulcer or maybe it was the average of six cups of coffee a day that gave him an ulcer. Maybe eating spicy Indian curry on an already sensitive stomach wasn't such a good idea either but it tasted so good at the time.
Actually Daniel was feeling not unlike he did last year after acquiring a nice little parasite from an unusual animal meat he decided to be brave enough to taste. Sitting up in bed Daniel couldn't help bending over to relieve the most recent cramp that assaulted him. Oh crap, he was going to be sick. Staggering off the bed he ran into the bathroom where he was violently ill into the toilet bowl. Dropping to his knees he completed his tribute to the porcelain god as the remains of the curry made a repeat performance. God it burned coming up, feeling not unlike the dreaded hangover one got from Abydonian moonshine.
Reduced to dry heaving Daniel couldn't resist curling up in a ball as cramp after cramp doubled him over. Okay so maybe not a simple case of an ulcer but most likely food poisoning. It wasn't like he hadn't had it before like the beginning of this year when both he and Sam and later Jack ended up in the infirmary puking their guts out after a run-in with day old turkey. Falling back onto the cold tile he had no energy left to flush the toilet settling instead to drag himself to the edge of the sink where he could rest. He contemplated calling Jack knowing all too well that his friend would be calling any time now after noticing his absence.
Breathing through the cramps they were finally abating. A shadow of their former pain his stomach was becoming more manageable. Shifting and dragging himself off the floor Daniel went about to continue his routine while coming up with a smart excuse for his tardiness. Flushing the toilet and wetting a washcloth to wipe his face he staggered back into the bedroom. He got dressed quickly, a hand unconsciously rubbing his belly after pulling his shirt down to will some of the pain away.
It was food poisoning, just a simple case of 'I shouldn't have eaten that' or maybe it was just a stomach virus. Surely he could continue his day, knowing he would have to considering they were scheduled for a mission early tomorrow morning. Stepping into the small kitchen he considered his options falling back to the time old tradition of plain crackers to sooth his rebelling stomach. Only two crackers made it down before that nausea returned, burning a hole in his already raw stomach lining. Okay so food wasn't such a good idea that meant coffee would only go down worse. But for Daniel it was risk a headache or overcome the nausea so he risked the upset stomach. There was no way he was ready to add a pounding headache to cramps.
Flipping the switch he let the coffee machine work its magic as he packed up for work. No surprise came when his phone rang and Daniel didn't need caller ID to know it was Jack. Throwing the final notebook and reference book into his backpack he walked quickly to the phone the hand never leaving his abdomen.
"Daniel Jackson," he answered out of habit taking on the tone he used at the SGC.
"Hey Daniel, where are you?" Jack asked.
"Obviously I'm home Jack, that's the number you called," Daniel rolled his eyes, that was stupid even for Jack.
"Yeah that was dumb, so you didn't answer my question," Jack said after a short break.
"Woke up late Jack, my alarm broke. I'm on my way," Daniel lied.
"Okay, see you here," Jack replied before the line went dead.
Hanging the phone up slowly Daniel knew they were giving him some leeway ever since his stint with the Crystal Skull. They had to have been because on any other day Jack would have been up in arms and disbelieving at the thought of Daniel's alarm breaking. Walking back to the counter Daniel picked up his trusty sidekick for the last two days, that signature bottle of pink liquid, and took a swig as the coffee finished. Daniel must have gone through three bottles of Pepto-Bismol since their return, taking random sips when no one was looking as the discomfort was slowly becoming unbearable.
Grabbing a travel mug from the top cabinet Daniel poured most of the pot into it, keeping the coffee black and strong for the ride to work. Coffee packed and bag almost ready he walked back to the bathroom to brush his teeth and obtain one item that he figured would save him today. Under the sink he brought out a heating pad, the same one he had brought home from his office that was commonly in use after a hard mission to loosen tight muscles. It couldn't hurt, maybe would even help to keep him away from the infirmary and out of Janet's hands.
Throwing it in his bag Daniel made sure everything was in its place before leaving knowing he wouldn't return for at least two more days. Everything else that was needed was either in his office or housed in his on-base quarters. It was time to head out, time to go to work even if his stomach continued to rebel. With a sigh Daniel turned and left closing the door behind him.
So far since arriving at the SGC Daniel hadn't stopped working. Jack, as usual, required a lengthy explanation as to how his alarm clock had inexplicably broke during the night before forcing him to the commissary. The coffee that he had brought from home didn't go down as smoothly as he would have liked. And to top it all off now he was in over his head after Robert had so kindly placed three overdue translations on his desk, apparently backlogged since the SGC's lead archeologist was out of phase. To make matters worse that annoying little ache in the center of his abdomen was quickly turning into a raging fire in his belly.
He did a good job at hiding the heating pad that was strategically placed over his cramping belly between the table and his large uniform shirt. It had actually helped until right now as another cramp left him breathless. Now the pain was all over the place, moving from around his bellybutton to his right side then right back to his middle. He had considered going to Janet but threw that thought right out the window after one look at the backlogged work that lay in front of him. Another thought had come to mind, one that Janet had made mention of when one was experiencing gas pains. Setting the heating pad on the desk maybe it was time to try going to the bathroom, then maybe he would attain piece of mind that this was merely gas from hell.
Stepping out of his office and down the hall to the head Daniel hoped Jack didn't have any ideas of following him. Since he had arrived Jack, Sam, and Teal'c had taken up the part of hovering teammates, innately concerned for their wayward archeologist. Stepping into the bathroom he was pleased to see no one there so he quietly slipped into the stall.
Jack had other plans as he stepped in, while needing to use the head but also spy on Daniel who was slowly taking on a pale shade if he was correct. He heard a groan from the stall; one very familiar to him and Jack went to investigate further. No doubt it was Daniel, those worn out of regulation boots sticking out like a sore thumb underneath the door.
"Daniel?" he asked his hand slapping the metal door.
"Jack? What?" Daniel whined in return.
"Just checking, you okay in there?" Jack asked covering his concern with general sarcasm.
"Yes Jack, I'm fine. Its not exactly normal to spy on people in the stall," Daniel noted, but then again since when was Jack normal.
"Not spying Danny just making sure you're not dead," Jack replied.
"Not dead yet," if it was a joke Jack paid it no mind.
"Okay then, see you at the briefing," Jack reminded him.
"Briefing?" Daniel asked.
"Yeah, in an hour," Jack stated.
"Okay see you then," Daniel shot back hoping that Jack would take the hint and leave.
Raising his eyebrows Jack took one last peek under the stall door before turning on his heel. So his primary purpose was to spy all along but at least he had taken Daniel's subtle hint. It was awkward enough as it were to speak of missions in the locker room but when your team leader was now spying on you in the stall it took awkward to a whole new level. Besides it wasn't like he was not going to see him in less than an hour at the briefing.
Listening out Daniel could tell Jack had left, the telltale sign of his loud breathing absent. Stepping out of the stall his attempt to relieve himself didn't work. The cramps were just as bad and apparently he had no need to go to the restroom. It was then Daniel noticed the pain having shifted, now positioned more towards his right side. Maybe he had a kidney stone, having one in the past after too much coffee and not enough water in the deserts of Egypt. Not a pleasant thing to go through especially winging it in Egypt without proper medical resources but he survived.
Washing his hands quickly Daniel just wanted to return to his office and to the heating pad. Once he returned he sat down immediately to take the strain off looking at his watch to take note of the time. Forty-five minutes until the briefing, just enough time to catalogue some of this. Replacing the heating pad Daniel set about his work taking yet another swig from that pink bottle in front of him. Maybe after the briefing he would finally push himself to the infirmary. Although he wasn't quite ready to face Janet's wrath for waiting so long to do so.
"Do you think Daniel is okay, he looks a little rough," Sam said as she walked down the hall. A few minutes ago she had met up with Jack, who she knew had spied on their friend. It was true that Daniel had looked rough around the edges ever since leaving his grandfather on P7X-377 but they had figured he was suffering late effects of the radiation that felled her and Jack. But maybe it was something else, something a little more ominous. And as Daniel was using his usual grace at covering it up Sam knew he was feeling awful. Maybe on this upcoming mission she would have a long talk with him to get to the bottom of his sudden decline in health.
"He said he was fine Carter, probably just allergies," Jack commented.
"Okay, when's the briefing again," Sam took her mind off the subject.
"In," Jack used his usual wide expressive bodily movement as he glanced at his watch. "Twenty minutes".
"Just enough time to go grab my stuff from the lab," Sam said.
Nodding quickly Sam turned and left leaving Jack in silence in the middle of the hallway. As he turned back in the direction of the briefing room Teal'c was fast approaching him. With a slight nod of the head Teal'c turned and fell into step with the colonel. It was scheduled to be a relaxing mission according to Hammond, a far cry from the last that ended with Daniel missing and a meeting with Nick. Not to mention a day in bed for both him and Carter after suffering the God-awful effects of Nintendo-Neutrino-whatever radiation particles.
"Ready for this mission T," it wasn't so much a question but a statement, he was ready to get back to normal.
"I am O'Neill," Teal'c intoned, if he was at all worried about Daniel he kept it hidden.
Forty minutes had gone and passed leaving Daniel with only five to somehow get to the briefing room and set up. Sighing he asked himself why time seemed to have gone out the window today. Certainly his stomach couldn't cause it all but then again he hadn't felt any better since arriving. Now the pain had moved to his side, his right side to be exact, and taken up a constant throb. Daniel wondered how he was going to get to the briefing room, the thought of the hike and subsequent journey weighing heavily on his mind.
"I'm going to be late," Daniel sighed.
Rising slowly from his chair he realized the pain in his abdomen skyrocketed leaving him no choice than to double over. Leaning heavily on the desk and moaning Daniel suddenly had an epiphany. This wasn't as innocent as he made it out to be, maybe he had really hurt something in that little fall off the pedestal out of phase or not. When the briefing was over he was definitely going to Janet no matter how much grief he would receive. Bracing his side with his right hand while using his left to rub the center of his belly Daniel pushed away from the desk. It was now or never if he was to get to the briefing room because Daniel doubted he would make it if he waited any longer.
Breathing through the pain he realized it wasn't passing but it had lightened up, or maybe he was just getting used to it. Grabbing his files for the briefing and the disks that contained footage taken by SG-6 Daniel left. He actually did a good job at concealing the ache as he held the files low covering up the fact that his arm was bracing his abdomen. As long as nobody noticed he would be fine because if any of his team decided to step around the corner to him white-faced he was doomed and officially off the mission. He needed to go, needed to look at the ruins that SG-6 had found and filmed.
Stepping into the elevator was a brief relief as he leaned against the metal wall. It was there he was alone to shift his files to the other hand to brace his abdomen. Riding out absolute pain now the nausea had returned with full force. Now fighting nausea and pain Daniel did wonder if he should just skip the briefing in favor of the infirmary. It was slowly becoming unbearable as if way more serious than food poisoning or a pulled muscle. Daniel looked up from his hunched position as the elevator stopped at the correct floor. Shifting away from the wall and trying to ignore the stab of pain he gathered himself as before and stepped out as the door slipped open.
Walking into the briefing room Daniel was suddenly met with four pairs of surprised eyes. It wasn't like he was always early to these briefings but it also wasn't like he came walking in looking like the living dead. Setting his files on the table and taking his usual seat behind Jack he tried to ignore his look. It was the subdued look of concern Jack always showed when he was either not feeling well or hiding yet another injury. The look on Hammond's face was also one of concern matching Sam and Teal'c's. Great, just great everyone was concerned about him.
"Sorry I'm late," Daniel said.
"You're not that late Daniel," Sam helped.
"Actually you're right on time for a change," Jack joked.
"Well now that everyone is here lets get this briefing started," Hammond said breaking up any future bickering.
"Yes sir," Sam nodded before standing to take her place.
As Sam droned on about something dealing with Naquadah Daniel was feeling increasingly uncomfortable. The nausea had returned with such a vengeance that it took all of his strength just to keep from losing his stomach on the briefing room floor. He was thankful that Jack's back was to him as he sat hunched trying to relieve the pain. Unfortunately Hammond had a good view as the general's attention had shifted away from Carter and onto him. Scooting closer to the table as the general finally looked away it gave Daniel just the obstacle to conceal his hand that he moved to his abdomen. He wanted nothing more than to crawl up into the fetal position on the floor.
"Dr. Jackson, do you have anything to add?" Hammond asked.
Looking up those four pairs of eyes were once again bearing down on him. Was it his turn already? Crap, maybe he should have paid more attention to Sam as she went on with her part of the briefing. Looking at the General he gave a nod, breathing out slowly as the prospect of standing came to mind. Oh he wasn't going to like this at all, just the thought of moving right now sent agony through his nerve endings. But there was no way around it, the briefing must go on or so the expression went. Slowly he uncurled from his awkward position to look at his three other teammates and the general. Here goes nothing, he thought as he made to stand. It wasn't until a stab of agonizing pain gripped his lower right abdomen put him in his place that he halted the movement.
"Daniel?" Sam asked at his gasp.
"Yeah, I can't move," Daniel choked out.
"You appear to be in pain Daniel Jackson," so much for Captain Obvious.
"Yes….I am," Daniel added.
Turning his chair around Jack was instantly on his feet as if he could actually read the expression on Daniel's face. He was at Daniel's side within a second, crouching down in front of his chair with a hand on his arm. God he looked horrible in Jack's mind, his face pale as a ghost and pinched in pain. No make that agony as Daniel slowly curled in on himself as Jack shifted the chair away from the table. So at least he knew where the pain was but what was plaguing the archeologist was still a mystery. Apparently it wasn't so much of a mystery for some though as a spark of recognition lit up on Hammond's face.
"Where's the pain Dr. Jackson?" Hammond said sounding more like a field medic than a general.
"Abdomen, right abdomen," Daniel could barely speak now as the pain had become unbearable.
"This is Hammond, I need a medical team to the briefing room ASAP and bring Dr. Fraiser," Hammond was instantly on the phone relaying orders.
"It's okay Daniel," Sam tried her part in comfort as she joined Jack rubbing Daniel's back softly.
"I'm going to be sick," the look on Daniel's face left no room for hesitation as he took on a desperate tone in his voice.
Reading it instantly Hammond was at their side with a wastebasket, which he promptly held under Daniel's chin. He held it there as the archeologist heaved what little was left in his stomach until he was coming up with nothing but bile. Spitting what remained in his mouth Daniel slowly leaned back, a sheen of perspiration on his face as he suddenly burned with fever. He was still in pain but for some reason the raw agony had abated.
"Daniel?" Sam asked as she wiped his mouth with a tissue.
"Danny talk to us," Jack's voice was slowly creeping to the edge of panic.
"I actually feel better, pains gone a bit," Daniel forced out.
That couldn't be good Hammond thought, raw agony in the abdominal cavity didn't just suddenly abate when one threw up. Actually if what he had experienced in the past was anything to go by it actually made the pain worse. Moving the wastebasket to the floor to be dealt with later Hammond went to order Daniel on the ground but his team was ahead of him. Teal'c and Jack each put a hand under each armpit and slowly guided their friend to the ground where he curled up into the fetal position. While the agony had lessened some it didn't mean that the pain didn't return with a vengeance upon moving.
Now he was shaking as Sam laid a cool hand on his brow. Something was terribly wrong as pain was once again creeping up to the surface. Actually if it was possible it felt as if his belly had begun to swell. The room felt uncomfortably hot and every movement set forth a fresh wave of pain and nausea. Okay so he was in real trouble now, just wait until Janet comes he would be singing a different tune. This was definitely no food poisoning.
George recognized the symptoms the minute he saw them having experienced the same when he was Dr. Jackson's age. It had been shortly after he had returned from Vietnam that the common illness felled him. While he had his fair share of battle scars from the long war George always found it a bit odd that even during all the life or death situations he only found himself truly at the doctors mercy when that little useless projection of flesh caused so much trouble. For Daniel he figured it was no different just by the same look of pain that had once before reflected on Hammond. But something told him that Daniel was special in his own way as the young man just looked sick. Offering what little support he could George knew no relief would come until that troublesome organ was out of him. As he suspected in Daniel now it was the only time when George had actually wanted surgery to end the agony.
The spark of empathy on Hammond's face was not lost to Jack and the other's as Janet had finally showed. The sound of wheels could clearly be heard as her team brought up the rear. As she entered only one professional look set her into action, falling to her knees beside Daniel. Brushing sweaty hair from his face she wanted a good look at his face as her head nurse ran vitals.
"Blood pressure's 90/52, pulse tachy at 110, temps 101.8," the nurse listed off.
"Okay, Daniel sweetie where's the pain?" Janet's focus was all on Daniel.
"Lower right side, middle too," he choked out.
"Okay, lets skip the IV for now and just red line to the infirmary," Janet ordered.
Slowly she got Daniel on his back for easy transfer onto the awaiting stretcher. With Teal'c and Jack's help Daniel was ready for transport. Janet didn't say more as she followed her team out taking one look at the mess in the trashcan as she went. Jack, Sam, and Teal'c followed immediately as Hammond brought up the rear.
"He threw up?" Janet inquired.
"Yes, once. Said the pain got better," Jack answered before Hammond got the chance.
"Okay, lets just get him to the infirmary and page Dr. Warner," oh Daniel didn't like the sound of that.
They made it to the infirmary in record time, pushing Daniel's stretcher to one of the exam areas. In one swift motion they had him on the gurney the cry of pain not lost on the four who followed them here. Janet began her exam beginning with assisting with the nurses of taking off Daniel's BDU's. All former attempts of maintaining modesty were thrown out the window as Janet and the nurses slipped the uniform off starting with his pants.
"Lets get him undressed and put a gown on," Janet ordered.
It was a true show at how sick Daniel was as he didn't even so much as complain when he was stripped bare to his skivvies. The nurse had thrown a gown over him with the ties left open but held it only over his legs as Janet wanted clear access to Daniel's abdomen. Her hands dancing over his rigid belly she explained every step of the way as she begun to palpate. Right and left upper quadrants elicited not even a moan, the middle Daniel gave a moan or two, the lower left was clear. As Janet moved to the lower right pushing in set off a groan but as she lifted her hand Daniel's knees were instantly drawn up to his chest as he cried out in pain.
"That confirms it, rebound and guarding, belly's rigid and slightly descended. Where's Dr. Warner?" Janet listed off.
"It's appendicitis isn't it?" it was time for Hammond to no longer be silent as he recognized the signs.
"Yes sir, I believe so. We need to get him to the operating room quickly," Janet responded with just a hint of surprise in her voice that her CO had recognized it even before her.
"Janet?" Sam asked in alarm at the same time as Jack's, "What's goin' on?".
"If he doesn't get it removed as soon as possible it could rupture," Janet explained.
"It hurts Janet," Daniel groaned all of his former resolve when it came to pain out the window.
"I know Daniel, lets give him 5 of morphine to take the edge off now that we know what it is," Janet told Ben, the nurse who was currently on Daniel's case.
"Yes, do you want an ultrasound?" Ben asked.
"Yes, bedside quickly," Janet responded.
"Daniel, I'm going to give you some morphine to take the edge off okay," Ben leaned down to look the archeologist in the eye.
"Thanks," even curled up in agony Daniel was polite that in itself amazed Jack as he watched from afar.
"Okay, Daniel you're going to feel some cold on your belly okay," Janet alerted him as Mary Beth, the second nurse, pulsed up the ultrasound.
Cold was an understatement, in his fevered condition it was like ice but it felt so good as Janet squeezed gel onto his belly. He tried to curl up against the fire that Janet had caused as the probe moved across his heated skin, going farther down than he appreciated as Janet reached his groin. On any other day he would have been flushing from embarrassment at the position Janet currently had her hands in but right now he couldn't care less, he just wanted the pain to go away.
"It's his appendix, let's prep him for OR," Janet said moving the probe away from his belly.
Finally the gown was put back into place as Janet pulled it up to his shoulders. Looking to his left he could see three very concerned faces and a forth plastered with empathy. What had the general to empathize with him about? Looking back Janet was once again in his face, that sweet smile and gentle look assisting the morphine in melting away the pain. Had she always had that effect on him, maybe he felt something more than just a simple patient-doctor relationship? Or maybe the morphine was messing with his mind? Whatever, he just wanted to be better again even if in the back of his mind he knew that meant cutting.
Jack couldn't help the show of sympathy he was currently displaying on his face. While he had never had the pleasure of experiencing appendicitis himself it didn't make him immune to this kind of pain. Knee injury and torture aside he had an affinity to kidney stones in the past so Jack knew just how much pain Daniel was in now. The kind of pain that one wanted to shoot himself to end the misery.
"What do we have?" Dr. Warner was finally there.
"Daniel Jackson, came in with abdominal pain radiating to his right lower quadrant. Fever 101.8, nausea and vomiting, pulse 110, respirations 18, and last BP 90/50," Janet reported off.
"Appendicitis, lets get him to OR before he goes septic on us. I'm going to scrub prep him," Dr. Warner ordered.
"Daniel, sweetie, we're going to take you to surgery to remove your appendix. Don't worry okay, we're going to give you something to relax you and when you wake up everything will be over," Janet explained.
"Sure, whatever," the minute dose of morphine must have had some effect because his eyes were glassy and his speech slurred.
"Ben I want you to shave and scrub him, Mary Beth give 10 of Versed for pre-op sedation. Warner wants to cut in ten minutes," Janet instructed.
"Got it Doc," Ben responded.
"Colonel, General, Sam, Teal'c I think you should wait outside. We're going to be sending Daniel to the OR soon," Janet gestured them towards the doors to the waiting area.
Pulling the curtain Janet blocked their view as Ben stripped Daniel of the gown to begin his prepping process. In his haze, as the pain was once again reaching epic proportions, he could feel a razor being run across his abdomen. After the shaving was completed the cold returned. Ben took the Betadine and began scrubbing Daniel's abdomen to complete the surgical prep. Mary Beth had taken her place by the IV line as Daniel felt another being inserted. For some reason it didn't really hurt as he felt a chill travel up his arm. What followed next was something Daniel could only describe as a trip worthy of the sixties.
"Versed's in," Mary Beth announced.
They could all tell as previously pain-filled eyes opened wide. If Daniel was still in pain he didn't care as the sedative took its hold. Now he could say he felt good even if it would be short lived. He felt the side rails being brought up as a sheet was laid over him. Even under the high of sedatives he could still feel the inevitable catheter being snaked up his urethra causing him to start, God he hated those things. The embarrassment and pain was short lived though as he lost the will to care.
Daniel was rolled out of the holding area in record time on the way to the operating room. Dr. Warner was waiting as Janet remained with him. While she wouldn't perform the surgery she wanted to stay and assist, not achieving peace of mind unless she was with him every step of the way. As they made their way down the hall Daniel's hand was suddenly on her arm stopping them.
"Daniel what's wrong?" she asked.
"Need to see my team," he slurred.
"Guys come over here," she called out to his three remaining team members and General Hammond.
"See ya later, sorry…just I'm fine," Daniel's drugged speech reached their ears.
Taking his hand Sam began, "Daniel you're going to be fine, we'll be here when you wake up".
"Danny you're fine, we'll be outside," Jack added.
"We will not leave while you are undergoing surgery Daniel Jackson, we will remain here with you," Teal'c put in.
"You'll be fine son, you'll be feeling better soon," Hammond said from behind them.
"Okay, you guys can wait outside in the waiting room. It shouldn't take more than an hour, hour and a half at the most, I'll keep you updated," Janet smiled at them.
"Bye," Daniel slurred one final time before being pushed down the hall Janet trailing the gurney.
They were left in silence. It had begun as such a normal day, who knew one of their team would be going under the knife. Sam was just worried, she knew it was only his appendix but the thought of Daniel under the knife sent chills up her spine. After all they had been through it was Daniel's appendix to nearly kill him. Teal'c saw the true potential for the human body to rebel on itself for the first time since being among the Tau'ri. It was amazing that the human body couldn't evolve enough to get rid of one useless organ with a sole purpose to cause one pain and misery. Jack only stood by with his team thinking back to when all this started. The other night after returning without Nick, that's when Daniel first got sick. So it was Jackson's usual charm that had gotten him in all this mess, figures. He would just have to have a little talk with his archeologist about the finer points of ignoring the symptoms of potentially life-threatening illnesses. Speaking of which Jack turned his thoughts to the General.
"So General how were you able to know Daniel had appendicitis, care to share?" he asked with his little swagger.
"Because I had it. Right after coming home from Vietnam and yes it hurt like hell," Hammond explained.
So the cat was out of the bag, Hammond had revealed one of his past secrets. It made sense though, everything back to the way he had anticipated Daniel tossing his cookies to diagnosing him in front of the CMO. So unless Daniel had stayed away from Hammond, which Jack had no doubt he had done, there was no way of knowing since neither he or Sam had the pleasure to experience what Hammond, and now Daniel, had. So with that thought in mind there was only one more thing left to do, wait.
"By the way SG-1, your mission is scrubbed," yet another captain obvious moment but at the moment it fit.
AN:More to come soon...Thanks
