"So, what are you planning on doing?" Sam asked Janet once she had re- entered the hut.

"What do you mean?"

"Well at the SGC you have other things to do. I give you an hour before you're catching some z's over there."

"Then what? You planning on wandering around again?"

"You know I wouldn't do anything like that." Sam smiled.

"Right, and Colonel O'Neill enjoys shots."

Sam smiled and settled back in the bed. She heard Janet digging through her bag and opened her eyes at Janet's soft "Yes!" to see her pulling out a thick book. Sam smiled to herself and closed her eyes.

"Sam. Sam wake up." Janet gently shook Sam's shoulder.

"Ug." Sam opened her eyes and brushed away Janet's hand. "Go to sleep. Wake up. Make up you mind."

"We've got company." Janet pointed to the opposite side of Sam's bed.

Sam turned to see a native man staring down at her. He seemed concerned and curious at the same time. Slowly he reached down and carefully poked the cast on Sam's arm only to have Janet smack his hand away. He pulled his hand back, slightly shocked at the small woman's courage, and glared down at her. Janet, who was used to staring down the most hardened marines, stood her ground glairing right back at him. Sam looked between the two, neither seemed willing to back down. Finally she burst out laughing, the two broke their gaze and looked down at her. Their confused faces soon cracked as Sam's pained laughter had them both smiling.

"Ouch *gasp* hurts to *gasp* breath." Sam struggled to get her laughter under control. Smiling she looked to the native man. "Erkin?"

"Sam," Erkin smiled back, "Janet, come."

"No. Sam needs to stay in bed." Janet said at the same time as Sam asked "Where? Daniel must need us, is something wrong?"

Sam sat up in bed while Erkin looked between the two, confused. He waved his hands in the air getting the women's attention before repeating himself. Swinging her legs over the side of the bed Sam took Erkin's offered hand and stood up causing her to gasp as pain shot up her leg.

"What is it?" Janet asked.

"Ankle, leg. Hurts, hurt like this last time. It gets better once I walk on it a bit."

Erkin looked slightly concerned. He turned Sam's face toward him and motioned like he was going to scoop her up.

"No, no Erkin. I'll be fine." Sam shook her head hoping that was a universal 'no'.

"Sam you want to go, he carries you." Janet held up her hand to stop Sam's complaint. "If you're good I'll let you stand on your own once we get there."

Janet touched Erkin getting his attention then pointed to Sam and mimicked his earlier gesture. He looked at Sam's scowling face and laughed. Sam folder her arms across her chest to protest but was stopped short by more pain.

"Ah, god. Maybe I should stay in bed."

"Oh no, you wanted to go. . ." Janet went to her bag, pulled out a sling and began fitting it into place to support Sam's broken arm. "Besides you're right. Colonel O'Neill wouldn't have allowed this if it wasn't important."

"Janet, can't I have a regular sling?" Sam asked as Janet tightened a strap.

"No. The other will aggravate your ribs." Janet had basically strapped Sam's arm to her chest, her hand near her chin and her elbow to her side.

"Come." Erkin repeated. He move over to Sam, he looked at her trying to decide how to do it without hurting her. Finally he moved next to her good arm and scooped her up like a little child.

"Well this hurts less then the ankle." Sam said through gritted teeth.

"Let's go." Janet made a sweeping motion toward the door with her arm.

Erkin smiled and headed out of the hut and down toward a group gathered at the end of a long row of huts. As they got closer Janet could see SG-1 and Semla standing before a raised platform where three men and four women were seated. The three of them stopped at the back of the crowd and Erkin called out above the crowd. One of the women stood and spoke, the crowd then split moving to the sides to allow the three to pass. Erkin moved up and placed Sam down on a long bench. She bit her lip and screwed her eyes shut.

"Doc?" Jack asked, worried at his 2IC's sudden paleness.

"Sam. Talk to me." Janet knelt down in front of her friend.

"Ribs. . .hurts. . .shoulda walked." Sam answered in short breaths.

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Sorry it's so short, after two 10 page term papers and several finals I'm glad to have behind me, I seem to have discovered the dreaded writers block : (