Chapter 11
The ambulance had come fairly soon, although the coroner would have been more appropriate. Telling the EMT driving to take us to the SGC I ride with Martouf's body. Stopping at the gate, I show the necessary information and let them know to notify the necessary channels. The base CMO, Janet, meets us at the entrance and they transfer Martouf to one of our stretchers. A few words are exchanged and the Colorado Springs EMTs leave.
Going through the hallways, we finally end up in the infirmary. After a few seconds of looking over Martouf and Lantash, Janet confirms what was already known.
"I'm sorry Sam. There's nothing that can be done, Lantash didn't make it as well. We should contact the Tok'ra." Janet said.
"NO! They don't deserve to know, and it's not like they would really care. I want him buried here, not discarded like yesterday's trash."
Janet nodded and quietly left to answer the phone. "Excuse me Sam, are you going to be okay?"
"Eventually." I just sit in the chair, Martouf's lifeless form still visible to me. Why is nothing ever simple? One good thing finally happens and then two bad things follow. The clock is standing still, and the air is stale. Suddenly, I can't be here any longer. Standing unsteadily on my feet, I quickly make way to my lab.
Maybe working will help ease my torment, however minimally. Picking up a small crystal that went to some generator, I can't concentrate on what I was originally trying to do with it. Tossing it aside, I trace the edges of a small welding knife.
If that damn truck had just waited, just a second longer. If Martouf hadn't pushed me out the way, he would have been here. He should have been here. And I should be the one laying in that bed now. Anger boils within me. Anger at the injustice of it all. Forgetting the knife still residing in my hand, I clench my fist.
Feeling the now warmed blade, I open the palm of my hand to reveal melted steal. Well my special ability is still working, but I can't seem to summon up the emotion of caring.
My office door swings open and as if on que Daniel steps in. Looking at my tear-tracked face, he steps up and sits beside me. "I uh, I heard what happened. And I know it will do little good, but I am sorry, and I'll be here for you as much as you want or need me to be."
His hand is gently rubbing my back in soothing circles. I really wish he had not done that. Immediately I broke down completely for the first time. Pulling me into a hug, I was glad that my door was closed. Crying wasn't exactly becoming of an Air Force officer. Especially in this man's military.
Daniel continued holding me for awhile. He really knew how to comfort me and give me a sense of security.
Sniffing I break the silence. "Thanks Daniel, I know you would do that if you were able to. You're a great friend. This would be so much harder without you." We break apart and he looks at me perplexed and confused.
"If I were able? I don't understand, I can be here for you. I'm here now. What are you talking about Sam?"
I look at him giving him the same look he just gave me. "Daniel, you just said that you would take my pain away if you could."
His eyes widened. Realization seemed to have hit him. "Sam, I didn't say that. I thought it."
Great out of all times for it to surface, it just won't give me a moments peace.
"Sam, I think you can read minds."
((A/N: okay, there's another short and perhaps not so sweet chapter. But in my defense, I just updated this story like yesterday anyways so feel privileged! Lol. Anyways, review if your so compelled to do so, or even if your not review please!))
