Found But Badly Broken...By ishotsherlock.

Note from Amanda: After the last chapter I thought it would be a good idea to lighten the mood a little. Sorry if I made you cry, but that chapter just wouldn't leave me alone. So now onto the story.

Oh CR1-GSR hope you have a great holiday.

from

Amanda and Johnnathan

Chapter 10.

Sara sat on her chair blocking out all of the voices around her, they all seemed to be talking at once and the noise was getting louder, she needed somewhere quiet to think. As the others were arguing amongst themselves Sara made her way out of the room and towards Gil's room. Her hand was on the handle when she heard her name being called, she turned to see the others walking towards her. She made it into the room, just as Greg was about to grab her hand, growling could be heard from beside Sara as Gil launched an attack at the strange man trying to hurt his new kind owner. Greg yelped as Gil bit into his jacket sleeve narrowly missing his arm. "BERT STOP." Sara shouted, Gil instantly let go and looked up at her. This gave Sara enough time to shut the door, She walked over to his corner and sat down, then looked over at Gil who was still by the door. "Bert come." Sara said in a quiet voice.

Gil slowly came over to her, his head hanging down, he knew he had done something wrong but couldn't think what, he wondered if this time she would beat him. He stood next to her and braced himself for whatever she was going to do. When she stroked his head he was really shocked, he lifted his head a little to see her, she had water dripping down her face and looked upset. Gil did the first thing that came into his mind, he leaned forward and licked her cheek, this made her giggle so he did it again on the other side, again another giggle. He sat next to her as she continued to stroke him. "I'll get you through this, you know that don't you. The day we got married we both said no matter what happens we will help each other through anything. You helped me, now it's my time to help you. Are you listening to me." Sara looked at Gil who was sat there with his eye's shut and leaning into her hand that was stroking the side of his face.

"You could do with a hair cut and bath, cause your starting to stink, and this room could do with a clean." Sara suddenly had an idea, she told him to stay as she got up and walked out of the room. As she entered the visitors room she had to shout "SHUTUP" to get everyone to be quiet. "Dr. Jackson is there a shower or bathroom on this level." she asked looking at him.

"Well there's the nurses shower, but that's behind the nurses station... and there is the patients shower, but that is just a big room with a drain in the floor and shower heads in the ceiling." Dr. Jackson answered her curiously.

"Great that's the one I'll use, where is it." Sara asked as she picked up her bag.

"Last door on the left down the hall, why."

"I'm going to give Gil a shower and hair cut, so what I need is for the hall between his room and the shower to be cleared, but I have to get some things first...Damn my cars back at the lab, I'll need a lift." Sara said as she stopped in the doorway.

Before anyone else could move Greg stepped forward. "Lets go." he said as he passed her. Sara followed him to the elevator. When she looked down at his ripped sleeve she knew she had to say something.

"Greg...I..um...I'm sorry about your coat, I should have checked where Gil was before I opened the door."

"Hey it's okay Sara, it was my fault for trying to grab you." he lifted his sleeve."See no harm done. I don't blame him for it, I think he was trying to protect you." Greg laughed trying to lighten the mood that had settled over them.

"Still...I am sorry." Sara said giving him a hug. Greg blushed and led Sara into the elevator.

In the visitors room Cath finally spoke. "Who the hell was that, it looked like Sara but I think an alien has swapped her brain with a mad person." she looked over at Dr. Jackson. "Sorry Doc."

"That's okay, now I should see about clearing this hall." with that said he left to find a nurse to help him.

Sara and Greg got back to the hospital an hour later, both carrying bags. Sara selected one of the bags and handed the rest to Greg. Can you get the shower ready please." he nodded and headed down the hall. Dr. Jackson approached her.

"Okay it's set up, all the door's have been locked and the nurses have been given instructions not to let anyone through. But I still think this is a stupid idea."

"Thanks Doc, but imagine the smell that will start seeping out of his room soon, and it will attract bugs, plus it will give you a chance to clean his room...and if you could can you put absorbent sheets in the corner for easier cleaning."

Doctor Jackson looked at her and sniffed the air he could just make out the smell Sara was talking about. "Okay I'll go along with it, but I am not happy."

"You don't have to be happy doc, just along with me on this." Sara pulled the new collar and leash out of the bag and entered Gil's room.

Gil sat up and looked at Sara, he was glad she had come back, to be honest he had been lonely when she had left. He saw something in her hand and wondered what it was. She sat down next to him and held out the collar so he could see it. slowly Sara placed the collar around his neck and buckled it, but not to tight. Gil thought this must mean she was his new owner as she had collared him, hopefully this one wouldn't hurt like the last one, he really didn't like that collar. Next she clipped the leash onto it and stood up. "Bert come." Gil got up and followed her to the door, he wondered if she was taking him to fight.

Sara opened the door just enough to see if anyone was in the hall, so far it was clear so she opened the door wider and stepped out. Gil paused at the thresh-hold and Sara spoke to him softly. "It's okay you can come out, nothing bad is going to happen." He moved forward one pace so he could see the hall beyond. Nothing happened and he couldn't see a pit anywhere. Sara slowly walked Gil down the hall all the time talking to him reassuringly. They entered the shower room and Sara shut the door, as Gil looked around waiting for another dog to come at him. As he looked around the room he noticed that the woman was removing her clothe's.

Sara stripped down to her underwear then folded her clothe's and put them in the waterproof bag she had brought. She then got out the scissors and went over to Gil, and as gently as she could started to cut away the filthy shorts he had on. Once they were removed she turned the water on. She watched as Gil started to bark and spin around at the drops that hit him. Laughing Sara grabbed his collar. "Bert stand." once he was still she picked up the sponge and shower gel, dolloping a large amount of the gel onto the sponge she started to wash him, the water dripping off him was black, it took two hours for the water to run clear. Then she started on his hair, while she was out Sara had picked up Gil's shampoo which she now dolloped on his hair. Thirty-two wash's later and again the water ran clear. She picked up the hair clippers and worked on getting his hair into a manageable length "Now doesn't that feel better." Sara laughed at the grumpy look on his face.

Sara picked up one of the new towels and started to dry him, as she gently wiped over his ribs Gil wiggled and a smile spread across his face, it was then that Sara remembered he was ticklish in several places, so she ran the towel over his ribs again and got the same result. Once he was dry Sara tried again but this time Sara used her fingers to tickle him, Gil let out a barking laugh and moved sideways, but Sara followed him still tickling him, soon it turned into a game Sara would tickle him and Gil would spin around. He picked up the towel in his mouth and started shaking it, Sara grabbed the other end and a game of tug of war started. Sara looked into his eye's and could see he was happy and having fun, she pulled the towel around his side and swepped his arms and legs out from under him, as he landed on his side Sara dove in and really started tickling him. A few minutes later Gil had happy tears streaming down his face as Sara attacked all of his ticklish spots.

That's when it happened Gil's brain kicked in and he knew that to get her to stop tickling him he needed to say uncle, and it happened so suddenly that it shocked both of them, he growled "Uncle." Sara immediately stopped tickling and looked at him lying beneath her, both of them breathing hard they just looked at each other. Gil wiggled out from beneath her and started pacing back and forth. What the hell had just happened, he had spoken like her, how could he speak he wasn't like her or Remote-man, but he HAD spoke. As he paced he moved in front of a mirror, this movement caught his eye and he turned looking at the strange man in front of him. He moved closer and started to growl, then ran at the man in front of him. When he crashed into the mirror it was another shock and painful.

Sara had sat there and watched as he crashed into the mirror. "Gil." she said as she went to his side. He was still looking at the mirror trying to figure out what had just happened. Sara sat by his side and stroked his hair. "Gil." she said softly. He looked up at her, she had called him "Gil" he knew that name, why did he know that name, it just wouldn't come to him. Sara could see he was getting distressed, she got up and went to the last bag, removed a pair of his boxers and brought them over to him, she talked all the time as she manoeuvred the shorts onto him then clipped the leash on and led him back to his room . Once in his room Sara took the collar and leash off then sat on the mattress that had been placed in his sleeping corner.

Gil crawled next to her and lay down with his head on her lap, after a long time trying to work out what had happened and Sara's gentle stroking of his head, he finally drifted off to sleep. His dreams were troubled and flashes of his life before with Sara kept dominating the dreams. Sara was startled awake when Gil suddenly jumped up and looked at her. "Ssssrrraaa" he growled. She nodded her head, as tears started to fall again.

TO BE CONTINUED.

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