Janet Frasier held her hands in resignation in front of her face. She could not stop the tears. She was furious too, first of all at herself. Why had she just let Sam in? This was a mistake and she knew it, but she was also angry at Jack. How could the guy just believe she had broken her secrecy? She would never do that to anyone! His uncontrolled rage was frightening, she had experienced it today. She did not know this Jack O'Neill at all and did not care to get to know this side of him. But she knew it was part of his illness and he could not help it.
Samantha Carter was standing at Janet's side, still bewildered. She took her girlfriend firmly in her arms and tried to stop the weeping woman. What she had just had to watch had the blonde woman pretty frightened and she wondered what was going on. Not knowing just confused Sam even more.

"Oh Sam, you could not have chosen a worse time to come here," the little doctor sobbed on her shoulder.

Janet had the feeling Jack O'Neill had just begun to trust her completely when Major Samantha Carter came. And now all his trust in her seemed to have been completely destroyed, from one quick second to the next it was gone.

"I'm sorry Janet. If I had known he was here, I would not have stopped. I did not have the slightest idea he was at your home "

"I do not blame you Sam. I am to blame for all the misery! How could I get involved with this whole thing? I should have known the truth would get out sooner or later."

The blonde Air Force officer looked puzzled at her friend.

"What is raging Janet? What's going on here? Daniel called me and he sounded so worried when he told me about the incident in the cafeteria and when the general told him that we got a new commander, he painted the worst things and he caused me to be extremely concerned. That's why I came Janet, I thought I could talk to you to calm myself, but I'm afraid this incident is more than I wanted to believe, is it not?"

The doctor looked at Sam in disbelief. Janet Frasier was pissed, what did everyone think of her? Did they all really think she would just forget her promises to keep the medical history of one patient away from the other?

"You know very well, I cannot say anything. I never have nor would I ever do that! Does that never go into your skulls?"

She took a deep breath before she went to the back door and looked at all the damage. The two women tried to clean up the debris. It was unbelievable how quickly Jack O'Neill had made small wood from the seemingly massive door. Somehow this seemed quite frightening, Janet thought to herself and suddenly she no longer felt safe in her own four walls. Sam suddenly pulled her out of her thoughts.

"Janet, here is blood. The Colonel must have hurt himself."

The doctor rolled her eyes. Just great, not only was he angry but now he had hurt himself and there was nothing worse than trying to give Jack O'Neill medical treatment when he was hurt!

"You will stay here, Sam! I'll see where he has gone. I will say this again so you understand me – you will stay here, is that clear?" she said sternly.

Janet Frasier went through the garden and looked for the man. She had a queasy feeling when she thought about having to face him. He still thought she had misused his confidence and she was not sure how he would react to her now. His anger earlier seemed so limitless. But she was determined to tell him her opinion whether he wanted to or not. Meanwhile it had become really cool and it was drizzling.
Janet realized she had goose bumps as she approached the big tree, where Cassie's swing was hanging. She did not know whether it was in the cool air, or how the man was huddled on the ground. His face rested on his drawn-up legs, which he clasped tightly with his arms. Carefully she approached the officer. He did not move, did not react in any way. He seemed so frail and yet so angry.

"Sir, is everything alright?" She asked softly as she finally stood before him.

"Leave me alone," he rumbles to the doctor.

But Janet Frasier was not so easily impressed nor frightened by his grumpiness the way he was used to others being, and he knew the woman would not give up. He was annoyed, who would not be in his case, but he was also ashamed of his own behavior. Even worse was the fact that she had seen it, not Janet, with whom he could still live with no shame, but no, Sam! Sam saw him like that. God, he was ashamed. He had always done everything in his power to show no weakness before her.
Janet considered him briefly and then began to speak. Loud and in a certain tone.

"You're angry, I can understand that. But you have absolutely no reason to be! I cannot believe that you really assumed I would have said a word to someone, especially her. You really should know me better than that, Jack. Sam came to me because she was worried about you. When friends care about each other – they normally do that. Daniel informed her after the General told him they will be out of action for a while until Sg1 gets a new commander. And that is all she knows. She's worried about you Jack. And what are you doing? You're kicking this friendship, if you ask me. And all this because you are too cowardly to stand by your feelings. What do you have to lose? You cannot run away from her all the time. Think about it. But now you move your ass in the house, Mister, before I get really angry!"

Janet Frasier was very upset and Jack O'Neill knew the doctor well enough to know when he had lost.

"Yes Ma'am," he whispered barely audibly.

Janet knelt beside him and put her hand on his shoulder.

"Let us go inside before you catch your death, sir."

Jack O'Neill looked at the woman's face and started laughing.

"A good one Doc!" he grunted.

She grinned also, somewhat embarrassed, only now noticing what she had actually said.

"Come on, Jack."

At least he had not lost his sense of humor, she thought.

Then she helped the trembling man up on his legs.
Now she could see his injury, his trouser leg was torn open, and blood ran down his calf. She glanced at his wound, and groaned softly.