A/N: Now, for a bit of Daniel/Janet (with, of course, Sam/Jack)! This is the first of a loose series of three short stories, all of which can be free-standing. Parts two and three are called 'Storage' and 'Commissary', and are chapters four and five, respectively, of my collection of short Daniel/Janet stories called The Two Doctors. Obviously, they are focused on Daniel/Janet. Check it out!
Daniel was sitting on the infirmary bed, swinging his legs back and forth and rolling his thumbs. He had been on a mission with SG-17 two weeks ago that had ended with Daniel getting shot by a young lieutenant on that particular team ('I didn't do it on purpose, I swear!'). For the past two weeks Daniel had been stuck up in the infirmary, and he could not wait to get out of it.
'Well, Daniel, you seemed to have escaped death once again,' Janet said as she came up to Daniel, writing something on her clipboard. 'You're released,' she said, as she handed Daniel a small piece of paper and quickly made her escape. Daniel shrugged, and looked down at the note, which read 'Supply closet, L. 23, 10 mins.' Daniel smiled.
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Daniel stepped out of the lift on level 23, and started to make his way towards the supply closet, when Janet wiped past him, mumbling 'It's busy. Level 22, five minutes,' before jumping into the lift as the doors closed. Daniel raised his eyebrow in a way that would make Teal'c proud, and asked himself 'busy?' Finding is curiosity piqued, Daniel made his way to the supply closet on level 23, and stopped outside the door, resting his ear on the door, listening for any noises from the inside. He could hear something, but couldn't quite place it…
'What the hell?' Daniel said, as he pushed open the door to find Sam and Jack intertwined in a very… non-military sort of way.
'Oh for the love of! Twice in two minutes!' Jack practically screamed, as Sam smiled weakly at Daniel.
'Uh… I'll leave you two to it,' Daniel said as he slowly backed out of the closet and closed the door. He stared at the door for a good 38 seconds before shrugging, starting to make his way to his own appointment with a supply closet…