The Tegan Chronicles
Thicker than Blood 10
SG1 stepped through the gate after three days off world. Tegan and Sam were covered head to toe in orange mud, Jack and Teal'c had it caked up to their waist. Daniel had spatters of it all over, and was missing his glasses. Tegan shook her head freeing clumps of mud from her hair.
"Major, you're getting my embarkation room dirty." General Hammond called down through the loud speaker.
Jack tapped her on the shoulder and she turned to him. "What?"
Jack pointed to the red faced General.
Tegan grinned and waved. "I can't hear you; I've got mud in my ears."
"What the hell happened?"
"Mud slide." Jack answered.
Janet looked up as Sam and Tegan walked into the infirmary for the second time that hour. She'd sent them to the showers when they first walked in. "Sam you're with Dr. Scully."
Sam looked over at Dana and smiled.
Janet pulled the curtain around her and Tegan. "Did you get all the mud out of your ears?"
"What?"
Janet looked up to find a grin on Tegan's face. "You're in a good mood."
Tegan gave a one shouldered shrug.
"You look tired."
"Maybe." She neither confirmed or denied.
Janet pulled out her penlight and checked Tegan's pupils.
When Janet pocketed her stethoscope Tegan spoke again. "I'm taking some time off."
"Leave?"
Tegan nodded. "SG1 has been given the rest of the week, and our next two weekends are mission free, so I'm taking next week off. Any chance you could..."
"I'll see what I can swing." Janet knew as long as General Hammond would approve it she wouldn't have a problem. "Any plans?"
"No."
"Alright, you're free to go."
"You ok?" Janet asked as the plane taxied onto the runway.
"I'm fine."
"I think you've got an admirer.." Janet canted her head to the Nicole Kidman lookalike stewardess.
Tegan shrugged. "It's the arm, people have been staring all day."
Janet followed her gaze to the little girl and her curious mother across the isle. "No I know that look."
"What look?" Tegan glanced at the stewardess.
"The 'I just want to eat you alive' look."
"That's not 'that' look."
"Five bucks you're the first passenger she talks to when we're in the air."
"I don't doubt I will be, but it'll be to ask how I came to be a one armed gimp."
"You're not a one armed gimp."
"Yeah I know, but the kid's mom thinks I'm a freak."
Janet watched the stewardess unbuckle the seat belt to her jump seat once they were airborne. "Here she comes."
Tegan looked up as she approached.
The stewardess smiled, all teeth. "I love your hair color. Is it natural?"
"What?"
"Your hair color, it's such a beautiful shade of red."
"Thanks, it's natural."
"Can I get you anything? A pillow, anything?" She smiled then added, "on the house of course."
"Honey?" Tegan turned her head to Janet and laced their fingers together. "Do you need anything?"
"I think we'll be ok sweetie." She smiled as she laid on the thick southern accent.
"I think we're fine." Tegan turned back to the blushing stewardess.
Janet wiggled her toes in the warm sand and looked toward the group of young surfers who were approaching them.
"Tegan is that you?" The tall lanky blonde in the black checkered board shorts with an Australian accent jogged over.
"Brodie, how's it hanging?" She looked up using her right had to shield the sun from her eyes.
"Fine." He nodded to her left arm as the rest of the guys came up. "Shark attack?"
"No, work related accident."
"Another plane crash?" Jonesy asked.
"Acid."
"Stick with shark attack." Jonesy grinned. "It's way gnarly and the chicks dig it."
"Speaking of chicks," Brodie glanced at Janet. "Who's your mate?"
"This is Janet, and she's spoken for."
"Where's your board?" A third surfer with dark hair faded by the sun and a peeling nose asked.
"Back home."
"You can't come to Hawaii without a board." He shook his head. "And to think we call you surfer chick."
"That's what he calls you." Brodie smiled. "I call you red hot momma."
"Here." Jonesy held out his bright green surf board. "I've got another one in the van."
"Sponsor board?"
"Yeah, I'll just tell 'em shark ate it."
Tegan laughed. "Thanks."
"That means we better see you catching some waves."
"Actually," Tegan paused and looked at Janet. "We were just talking about going to find some grub."
Instead of pointing out they'd just gotten there, Janet nodded. They had been discussing what they'd do when they got hungry.
"Well, take the board anyway." He looked out at the over headers. "You can't be in Hawaii without one."
"Thanks Jonesy."
"No prob surfer chick." He flashed a white smile before winking at Janet. "We'll catch you later."
Janet looked at her for a minute after they'd walked off. "You hungry?"
Tegan shook her head and ran her hand over the wax and sand on the top of the board.
"Then go on out, I don't mind watching."
"I can't." Tegan's voice died in her throat.
"Why?"
"Can we get out of here? Do some sight seeing or something?"
"Sure."