Skipping Along 48 : No Good Deed

By Gemsong

Season: Sorta AU Nine (everything up to the beginning of 8 is fair game)

Summary: The jig is up and gone

Disclaimer: Mine? I wish.

Warning: Possible yawn factor from a Day In The Life episode.

*Janet*

I was sitting in my office waiting to get the latest X-Rays for Neill's broken leg. We decided it would be best that he be treated here at the SGC instead of a normal hospital where too many questions would be asked. Neill is starting to look more and more the way Jack used to as an adult. There are those that might ask questions we'd rather not answer.

While I wait I can't help but admire the ring on my left hand. Daniel proposed to me last summer just before we were being covered with the contents of an exploding compost bin. Fortunately that debacle is off set by the fact that Neill and Jack provided it. It had been their grandmother's. Fortunately the woman had small hands like mine and I didn't need to get the ring resized. It is a perfect fit.

Nurse Jensen arrived with the new films and I put them up to take a look at them. I frowned. This doesn't look right. I turned to my nurse. "I was waiting for Neill Jackson's x-rays," I said.

Jensen nodded. "Yes, ma'am," she replied. "These are the latest. I knew you'd want them as soon as they were processed."

I frowned at her and got out Neill's file. I pulled out the x-ray we took 3 weeks ago when we first got home after he first broke his leg on the ski slope. I put it up beside the newest. "This isn't right," I said. "The tibia takes time to heal. At least 6 weeks to reach this stage of healing."

"But he only broke it three weeks ago," Jensen replied uneasily. "Doctor Fraiser… I swear that these are the correct x-rays. I made sure of that myself since he is going to be your son."

I stared at the two sets of x-rays. "Then how...?" I stopped.

Something had accelerated the healing of Neill's leg. Or more precisely, someone. A very short someone who has been exhibiting Ancient abilities to the point of nose bleeds and headaches. The same someone I had put on neural suppressants to keep his growing abilities in check. It was time I had a chat with my youngest child and find out how he managed to circumvent my precautions.

*Jack *

I just don't get what the big deal is. You'd think they'd be pleased and relieved. No such luck. I squirmed under Janet's gaze. It used to be that I could stare down at her. Of course that rarely had any effect on her. I tried giving her the innocent smile. She doesn't buy that either. Damn. I'm dead.

"Jack?" she began in that voice that was striving for calm but was masking the front row seats to a performance of a supernova. "Have you been taking the neural suppressants I proscribed for you?"

Well duh, mom. "You make me take them before breakfast every morning with my Flintstone gummies, Mama," I said. The drug tastes nasty, but the vitamin clears my palette. Somewhat.

"You haven't accidentally managed to 'skip' a couple dosages?" She asked. I had a bad feeling where this was going.

I rolled my eyes. "Not with Hawk-eye Frasier watching my every move," I muttered. Unfortunately she heard that. Her eyes flashed. No, not like a goa'uld, more like the flames of retribution and honkin big needles kind of flash.

"What's wrong?" Daniel asked. He saw our power monger's body language. You know the pose. The one that says 'don't screw with me or else".

"Neill's leg is healing," Janet replied. The toe of her shoe was tapping ominously on the floor.

"Isn't that a good thing?" Daniel asked. His body language said 'please don't hurt me until I know what I did wrong'.

"Three times faster than normal!" Janet spat. She says this like it's a bad thing. Geez.

Daniel turns to me and now I'm getting the blue blaze along with the brown blaze. "Jack, are you using your abilities?" he asked. Right to the point as always. Again I think, duh.

I gulped. Audibly. "Not on purpose?" I responded and wondering if this is the point where I run, very fast. "I was coloring, Daddy…. Neill was sleeping… it just kinda… flowed out."

From the expression on Janet's face my explanation wasn't helping. I'm so dead. At that moment Neill stumped into the room on his crutches. "Any headaches, Jack?" Neill asked butting in before Janet could start reading me the riot act. Again.

I shook my head. "No," I said.

"Nosebleeds?"

I shook my head again.

"Tired?"

I shrugged a little. "Sometimes, but you guys are already making me take naps," I said in disgust. One of the things I really hate about being three.

Neill moved to my side. I beat a hasty retreat behind his cast. "Mom, did you really think the suppressants were going to work for long?" Neill asked.

Mama's mouth opened and closed for a moment with nothing coming out. Nice imitation of a fish if nothing else. Then she sighed, her shoulders drooping. "After what happened last year…. It could have caused permanent brain damage," she said.

Daniel put an arm around her shoulder and pulled her close. "Think of it this way," he said. "It will shorten the time we have to put up with that." He pointed to the cast.

Neill loved what I drew on his cast. Marilyn Monroe in one of her more enticing poses. You know the one…. Standing over a grate and her skirt blows up? Oh yeah. My best work ever.

Fini