Title: Seven Days, The Epilogue
Author: dcChic
Email: dietcokechic@hotmail.com
Category: J/S, Humor, Recovery
Spoilers: Only my story so far. (The Mis-Adventures of Jack and Sam)
Season: 4th Season
Summary: SG-1's recovery from last week's events. 2/ ?
Author's Notes: I had a little fun with this one. Please let me know if this POV thing was a dismal failure. I know I'm just lingering here, but I'm a sucker for hospital scenes and never seem to get enough of them from others. Everyone gets well way too fast!
Part 2
1300 Hours
Daniel's POV
Voices. OK. Voices are good. Especially when they belong to people I know. OK. Guess that means I'm alive. Alive and apparently surrounded by people I know. This is also a good thing. Death by blood loss was NOT how I had planned to exit this world. Or any other worlds come to think of it.
"I need some more warm blankets over here!"
Janet. That's Janet's voice! Which means I am most likely in the infirmary. Which would also explain why I don't actually feel so bad. Drugs. I like Janet's drugs. Well, truth be told, I like Janet. The very same Janet who is going to be really pissed at me. Uh huh. Big time. Maybe I should just go back to sleep? Wait. Am I awake? Yes? Well, verify this Dr. Jackson. Opening eyes…now.
Nope. That didn't work. So apparently I am NOT actually conscious. Does this mean I am talking with my unconscious self? Or maybe I'm becoming schizophrenic? I'll have to think a bit on that one. Can I do that asleep? Let's give it a shot! After all, I'll be awake and listening to one of Janet's safety lectures soon enough.
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Jack's POV
Of COURSE it would be one of Doc Fraiser's goons that wake me out of a hell of a nice dream. Human pin cushion my ass! Wonder if Sam actually owns a red bikini? Hmmm. Don't think I should think about that in a public hospital bed. Or at all. Stupid regulations….
"I think Dr. Jackson is waking up Ma'am."
Good. It's about time Space Monkey woke up. Have to admit I was a bit surprised to see him hanging out with Carter and me in the infirmary. I have a hard enough time dealing with one injured teammate- I don't want to worry about two. Especially when one of them is like a brother to me and the other is… well, definitely NOT a sibling, but someone pretty damn important.
S'pose I should open my eyes and join the land of the living. Wish I didn't feel so warm…. Huh? Aren't I supposed to be cold? Uh oh. I think I'll try the sleep thing again and hope that I wake up feeling nice and… normal. Be gone oh evil bikini thoughts!
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Sam's POV
Cold. I shouldn't still be cold should I? I just want to go back to sleep and wake up warm. I hope Daniel is ok. He nearly died because of me. As did Jack. Stupid drugs. Can't think clearly. Have to tell Janet to lower the dose.
Wish I wasn't so cold.
Sleep. Sleep is good.
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"Daniel!" Janet said enthusiastically as Daniel successfully opened his eyes. He blinked in the harsh light and tried to bring the fuzzy room into focus. Janet efficiently helped him put on his glasses and stared at him in good spirits. By the look on Daniel's face, he knew exactly where he was and what had happened. He also knew WHY he was there. He had the look of a puppy that had had a little accident and was hoping he wouldn't get yelled at. Janet just laughed.
"Daniel, if we weren't so damn happy to see you alive and looking sheepish there would indeed be hell to pay." Daniel raised his eyes hopefully. No lecture?
"Don't you ever, EVER do anything that stupid again." Janet said with genuine anger. "Yes, you probably saved Sam's life, but you nearly lost your own and that would not have been acceptable. Do I make myself clear Dr. Jackson?"
"Yes ma'am." Daniel said with complete sincerity. "Are Sam and Jack ok?"
"Alive and kicking Danny-boy." Jack said in a gravelly voice. "Well, kicking in the proverbial sense that is. Apparently my feet aren't too pretty at the moment. "
"Jack!" Daniel said beaming from ear to ear as he turned to face the older man. He felt the tug of an IV and was dismayed to discover just how many needles and machines were attached to him.
"Yep, they got you pretty well hooked up there Dr. Jackson." Jack said noticing Daniel's apprehension.
"You're not exactly needle free yourself." Daniel said a little crossly.
"True. But I just spent a week in a cold cave. I'm SUPPOSED to be in need of a little IV happiness. Wonder if I can streamline beer? That would make me loads happier!" Daniel laughed. Teal'c just raised an eyebrow.
"Colonel! Please tell me I did not just hear that." Janet said from across the room.
"Dr. Fraiser, you did not just hear that." Jack parroted back to her.
Janet rolled her eyes and turned back towards Sam. Once again Sam had turned over onto her side and had curled herself into a tight ball. Janet was worried about her friend and wondered if she was going to have to call Dr. McKenzie at some point. A belly wound was always quite painful, but Sam had made no mention of the pain. Janet frowned and made another note in Sam's chart.
"DanielJackson, I am glad to see you awake." Teal'c said joining in the conversation.
"I'm pretty certain I have you to thank for that Teal'c." The Jaffa nodded his head slightly in acknowledgement. "You saved my life Teal'c. I'm sorry I didn't tell you how sick I was really feeling."
"You did what you thought was necessary to help a teammate and friend. I understand this."
"He might understand it, but you were still wrong Daniel." Jack said angrily trying to find a comfortable position. "So the next time one of us is bleeding to death, just slap a bandage on and haul our asses out of there, ok?"
"Come on Jack!" Daniel said a little angry himself. "You would have done the damn same thing as me and you know it." He paused, shooting Jack a look of vexation. "Especially considering it was S.." Daniel stopped realizing he had nearly stepped over the Line That Was Not To Be Crossed. Daniel just looked in the direction of the sleeping Samantha Carter. Jack wanted to say more, defend himself against an action that he hadn't even taken, but decided to just let it drop. Public hospitals were rarely the best places for talks like that.
"You would have done the same." Daniel ended petulantly. Jack said nothing. After all, what could he say? The kid was right.
"How's Sam doing, Jack?"
Jack sighed. "Doc says she's going to be alright, but it's going to be a long road Daniel."
"I know." Daniel said quietly. "I found you both Jack. Lying there all bloody and barely breathing." Daniel closed his eyes to block out the unbidden images. "I thought we were too late."
"But you weren't Daniel." Jack said firmly. "You did good and saved our asses yet again."
"Just returning the favor Jack." Daniel said smiling slightly. "Has Sam woken up yet?"
"Yeah, she was up for a bit a couple of hours ago. Seems ok, considering." Jack glanced at Carter's bed. "But I'm still worried. She was in a bad way for a long time Danny."
"She's safe now Jack. You both are." Leave it to Daniel to know exactly what to say. Jack yawned. Sheesh! At this rate he'd be able to stay awake longer than 30 minutes by next Tuesday.
"Jack?"
"Hmmm?" Jack said once again succumbing to the pull of sleep.
"You feeling ok?"
"Just peachy Daniel."
"'Cause you look like hell."
"Gee, thanks Dr. Jackson."
"Seriously Jack. You look feverish. Have you talked to Janet?"
"Dan-iel!" Jack grumbled from his bed. "I just have too many heated blankets on me. I'm fine."
"Whatever you say Jack." Daniel said not convinced. Jack grunted and closed his eyes. He knew Daniel was right but really, really didn't want more nurses poking and prodding him. Maybe he'd ask Teal'c to slip him a few more Tylenols. Yeah, right. As if THAT would hold back infection. Jack sighed. Within moments he was fast asleep.
1500 Hours
Daniel blinked and realized with a start that he had been asleep. Someone had removed his glasses so once again the Infirmary was awash in blurred images. Carefully reaching to his left he located his lenses and put them on just in time to see a Corpsman arriving with a tray of food. Daniel was famished and sat up straighter in anticipation to a good meal. Well at least a warm meal anyhow.
Jack was still sleeping, and not too peacefully it appeared. He was mumbling into his pillow and didn't seem comfortable at all. And then there was Sam. She was still lying curled up on her side burrowed under several thick blankets. She too didn't look like she was having pleasant dreams. Daniel wished they had been able to rescue them quicker, wished they hadn't had to live 5 days in cold and pain but was very, very grateful that they were here now.
"Join me for lunch Teal'c?" Daniel asked as the tray was set down next to him.
"I have already eaten my mid-day meal DanielJackson."
"Grab a tray anyhow Teal'c." Daniel said in a stage whisper. "I'm hungry."
Teal'c raised one of his highly communicative eyebrows and accepted a tray of food from the orderly. He set it down on the stand next to Daniel's bed.
Daniel greedily ate his bland chicken and rice and gulped down both helpings of jello and fruit cup. He was pretty certain he hadn't had a decent meal in a couple of days. And judging from his headache was in desperate need of some coffee as well. He knew Teal'c would get it for him, IF he hadn't already been told not too. Most likely Janet had already enlisted Teal'c help in keeping Daniel from said coffee. Nope, in cases like this it was best to tempt fate and hope for the best.
He pushed the button next to his bed and was ecstatic to see another nurse appear and not Janet. Daniel DID need to talk to Janet, but Nurse P.Y.T. would work just fine.
"Are you feeling alright Dr. Jackson?"
"Actually, I feel pretty good. I'm sorry to bother you, but I was wondering if Dr. Frasier was around." The nurse nodded and was about to say something when Daniel interrupted her. "Oh! And if it wouldn't be too much trouble, could I possibly get a cup of coffee?" The nurse was a young woman and relatively new to the SGC. She melted like butter under Daniel's doe-eyed gaze.
"I'll let Dr. Frasier know you wanted to see her and see if I can rustle you up a cup of coffee."
"Thanks Gina." Daniel said reading her nametag. "French roast if possible."
Daniel was blissfully sipping his coffee when Janet walked in.
"Daniel Jackson, that had better not be coffee in your hands!"
"Ah, come on Janet, one cup won't kill me."
"Daniel, coffee is a diuretic. And you nearly died from blood loss. Diuretics are NOT what this doctor ordered."
Daniel hung his head in defeat and after one last gulp of the scalding liquid, handed the offensive cup over to Janet. Janet shook her head in disgust.
"You've been hanging around Jack too long Daniel. That was positively sneaky asking a young nurse to circumvent my standing orders." Janet sighed. Daniel used to be the model patient but after a few years under the guidance of Colonel Jack O'Neill he had become adept at having food smuggled in and sweet-talking the nurses. Although UNLIKE Colonel O'Neill, the nurses all found Daniel absolutely adorable. The Colonel could be scary if he chose to be. Ever seen a wounded lion? Jack O'Neill doesn't take infirmaries well. Speaking of whom…
"Janet, I wanted to talk to you about Jack."
"I was just about to go check on him Daniel. Why? Is there something wrong?"
"I think so. He'll be pissed if he hears this came from me, but I think he's sick Janet." Seeing Janet's look of 'Duh, of course he's sick!' look Daniel quickly explained further. "I think he has a fever."
Janet quickly walked over to Jack's bed and expertly placed the end of an electronic thermometer in his ear. It took three seconds to beep and during that time Janet had already assessed that Jack O'Neill most definitely had a secondary infection. He looked like hell.
"You're right Daniel. Unfortunately. Temp is 102 - way too warm."
Janet was about to order a new round of tests and stronger antibiotics for Jack when Samantha Carter let loose a piercing scream.
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The return of the infamous cliffhanger! Ah, you missed these- admit it. TBC.
Author: dcChic
Email: dietcokechic@hotmail.com
Category: J/S, Humor, Recovery
Spoilers: Only my story so far. (The Mis-Adventures of Jack and Sam)
Season: 4th Season
Summary: SG-1's recovery from last week's events. 2/ ?
Author's Notes: I had a little fun with this one. Please let me know if this POV thing was a dismal failure. I know I'm just lingering here, but I'm a sucker for hospital scenes and never seem to get enough of them from others. Everyone gets well way too fast!
Part 2
1300 Hours
Daniel's POV
Voices. OK. Voices are good. Especially when they belong to people I know. OK. Guess that means I'm alive. Alive and apparently surrounded by people I know. This is also a good thing. Death by blood loss was NOT how I had planned to exit this world. Or any other worlds come to think of it.
"I need some more warm blankets over here!"
Janet. That's Janet's voice! Which means I am most likely in the infirmary. Which would also explain why I don't actually feel so bad. Drugs. I like Janet's drugs. Well, truth be told, I like Janet. The very same Janet who is going to be really pissed at me. Uh huh. Big time. Maybe I should just go back to sleep? Wait. Am I awake? Yes? Well, verify this Dr. Jackson. Opening eyes…now.
Nope. That didn't work. So apparently I am NOT actually conscious. Does this mean I am talking with my unconscious self? Or maybe I'm becoming schizophrenic? I'll have to think a bit on that one. Can I do that asleep? Let's give it a shot! After all, I'll be awake and listening to one of Janet's safety lectures soon enough.
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Jack's POV
Of COURSE it would be one of Doc Fraiser's goons that wake me out of a hell of a nice dream. Human pin cushion my ass! Wonder if Sam actually owns a red bikini? Hmmm. Don't think I should think about that in a public hospital bed. Or at all. Stupid regulations….
"I think Dr. Jackson is waking up Ma'am."
Good. It's about time Space Monkey woke up. Have to admit I was a bit surprised to see him hanging out with Carter and me in the infirmary. I have a hard enough time dealing with one injured teammate- I don't want to worry about two. Especially when one of them is like a brother to me and the other is… well, definitely NOT a sibling, but someone pretty damn important.
S'pose I should open my eyes and join the land of the living. Wish I didn't feel so warm…. Huh? Aren't I supposed to be cold? Uh oh. I think I'll try the sleep thing again and hope that I wake up feeling nice and… normal. Be gone oh evil bikini thoughts!
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Sam's POV
Cold. I shouldn't still be cold should I? I just want to go back to sleep and wake up warm. I hope Daniel is ok. He nearly died because of me. As did Jack. Stupid drugs. Can't think clearly. Have to tell Janet to lower the dose.
Wish I wasn't so cold.
Sleep. Sleep is good.
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"Daniel!" Janet said enthusiastically as Daniel successfully opened his eyes. He blinked in the harsh light and tried to bring the fuzzy room into focus. Janet efficiently helped him put on his glasses and stared at him in good spirits. By the look on Daniel's face, he knew exactly where he was and what had happened. He also knew WHY he was there. He had the look of a puppy that had had a little accident and was hoping he wouldn't get yelled at. Janet just laughed.
"Daniel, if we weren't so damn happy to see you alive and looking sheepish there would indeed be hell to pay." Daniel raised his eyes hopefully. No lecture?
"Don't you ever, EVER do anything that stupid again." Janet said with genuine anger. "Yes, you probably saved Sam's life, but you nearly lost your own and that would not have been acceptable. Do I make myself clear Dr. Jackson?"
"Yes ma'am." Daniel said with complete sincerity. "Are Sam and Jack ok?"
"Alive and kicking Danny-boy." Jack said in a gravelly voice. "Well, kicking in the proverbial sense that is. Apparently my feet aren't too pretty at the moment. "
"Jack!" Daniel said beaming from ear to ear as he turned to face the older man. He felt the tug of an IV and was dismayed to discover just how many needles and machines were attached to him.
"Yep, they got you pretty well hooked up there Dr. Jackson." Jack said noticing Daniel's apprehension.
"You're not exactly needle free yourself." Daniel said a little crossly.
"True. But I just spent a week in a cold cave. I'm SUPPOSED to be in need of a little IV happiness. Wonder if I can streamline beer? That would make me loads happier!" Daniel laughed. Teal'c just raised an eyebrow.
"Colonel! Please tell me I did not just hear that." Janet said from across the room.
"Dr. Fraiser, you did not just hear that." Jack parroted back to her.
Janet rolled her eyes and turned back towards Sam. Once again Sam had turned over onto her side and had curled herself into a tight ball. Janet was worried about her friend and wondered if she was going to have to call Dr. McKenzie at some point. A belly wound was always quite painful, but Sam had made no mention of the pain. Janet frowned and made another note in Sam's chart.
"DanielJackson, I am glad to see you awake." Teal'c said joining in the conversation.
"I'm pretty certain I have you to thank for that Teal'c." The Jaffa nodded his head slightly in acknowledgement. "You saved my life Teal'c. I'm sorry I didn't tell you how sick I was really feeling."
"You did what you thought was necessary to help a teammate and friend. I understand this."
"He might understand it, but you were still wrong Daniel." Jack said angrily trying to find a comfortable position. "So the next time one of us is bleeding to death, just slap a bandage on and haul our asses out of there, ok?"
"Come on Jack!" Daniel said a little angry himself. "You would have done the damn same thing as me and you know it." He paused, shooting Jack a look of vexation. "Especially considering it was S.." Daniel stopped realizing he had nearly stepped over the Line That Was Not To Be Crossed. Daniel just looked in the direction of the sleeping Samantha Carter. Jack wanted to say more, defend himself against an action that he hadn't even taken, but decided to just let it drop. Public hospitals were rarely the best places for talks like that.
"You would have done the same." Daniel ended petulantly. Jack said nothing. After all, what could he say? The kid was right.
"How's Sam doing, Jack?"
Jack sighed. "Doc says she's going to be alright, but it's going to be a long road Daniel."
"I know." Daniel said quietly. "I found you both Jack. Lying there all bloody and barely breathing." Daniel closed his eyes to block out the unbidden images. "I thought we were too late."
"But you weren't Daniel." Jack said firmly. "You did good and saved our asses yet again."
"Just returning the favor Jack." Daniel said smiling slightly. "Has Sam woken up yet?"
"Yeah, she was up for a bit a couple of hours ago. Seems ok, considering." Jack glanced at Carter's bed. "But I'm still worried. She was in a bad way for a long time Danny."
"She's safe now Jack. You both are." Leave it to Daniel to know exactly what to say. Jack yawned. Sheesh! At this rate he'd be able to stay awake longer than 30 minutes by next Tuesday.
"Jack?"
"Hmmm?" Jack said once again succumbing to the pull of sleep.
"You feeling ok?"
"Just peachy Daniel."
"'Cause you look like hell."
"Gee, thanks Dr. Jackson."
"Seriously Jack. You look feverish. Have you talked to Janet?"
"Dan-iel!" Jack grumbled from his bed. "I just have too many heated blankets on me. I'm fine."
"Whatever you say Jack." Daniel said not convinced. Jack grunted and closed his eyes. He knew Daniel was right but really, really didn't want more nurses poking and prodding him. Maybe he'd ask Teal'c to slip him a few more Tylenols. Yeah, right. As if THAT would hold back infection. Jack sighed. Within moments he was fast asleep.
1500 Hours
Daniel blinked and realized with a start that he had been asleep. Someone had removed his glasses so once again the Infirmary was awash in blurred images. Carefully reaching to his left he located his lenses and put them on just in time to see a Corpsman arriving with a tray of food. Daniel was famished and sat up straighter in anticipation to a good meal. Well at least a warm meal anyhow.
Jack was still sleeping, and not too peacefully it appeared. He was mumbling into his pillow and didn't seem comfortable at all. And then there was Sam. She was still lying curled up on her side burrowed under several thick blankets. She too didn't look like she was having pleasant dreams. Daniel wished they had been able to rescue them quicker, wished they hadn't had to live 5 days in cold and pain but was very, very grateful that they were here now.
"Join me for lunch Teal'c?" Daniel asked as the tray was set down next to him.
"I have already eaten my mid-day meal DanielJackson."
"Grab a tray anyhow Teal'c." Daniel said in a stage whisper. "I'm hungry."
Teal'c raised one of his highly communicative eyebrows and accepted a tray of food from the orderly. He set it down on the stand next to Daniel's bed.
Daniel greedily ate his bland chicken and rice and gulped down both helpings of jello and fruit cup. He was pretty certain he hadn't had a decent meal in a couple of days. And judging from his headache was in desperate need of some coffee as well. He knew Teal'c would get it for him, IF he hadn't already been told not too. Most likely Janet had already enlisted Teal'c help in keeping Daniel from said coffee. Nope, in cases like this it was best to tempt fate and hope for the best.
He pushed the button next to his bed and was ecstatic to see another nurse appear and not Janet. Daniel DID need to talk to Janet, but Nurse P.Y.T. would work just fine.
"Are you feeling alright Dr. Jackson?"
"Actually, I feel pretty good. I'm sorry to bother you, but I was wondering if Dr. Frasier was around." The nurse nodded and was about to say something when Daniel interrupted her. "Oh! And if it wouldn't be too much trouble, could I possibly get a cup of coffee?" The nurse was a young woman and relatively new to the SGC. She melted like butter under Daniel's doe-eyed gaze.
"I'll let Dr. Frasier know you wanted to see her and see if I can rustle you up a cup of coffee."
"Thanks Gina." Daniel said reading her nametag. "French roast if possible."
Daniel was blissfully sipping his coffee when Janet walked in.
"Daniel Jackson, that had better not be coffee in your hands!"
"Ah, come on Janet, one cup won't kill me."
"Daniel, coffee is a diuretic. And you nearly died from blood loss. Diuretics are NOT what this doctor ordered."
Daniel hung his head in defeat and after one last gulp of the scalding liquid, handed the offensive cup over to Janet. Janet shook her head in disgust.
"You've been hanging around Jack too long Daniel. That was positively sneaky asking a young nurse to circumvent my standing orders." Janet sighed. Daniel used to be the model patient but after a few years under the guidance of Colonel Jack O'Neill he had become adept at having food smuggled in and sweet-talking the nurses. Although UNLIKE Colonel O'Neill, the nurses all found Daniel absolutely adorable. The Colonel could be scary if he chose to be. Ever seen a wounded lion? Jack O'Neill doesn't take infirmaries well. Speaking of whom…
"Janet, I wanted to talk to you about Jack."
"I was just about to go check on him Daniel. Why? Is there something wrong?"
"I think so. He'll be pissed if he hears this came from me, but I think he's sick Janet." Seeing Janet's look of 'Duh, of course he's sick!' look Daniel quickly explained further. "I think he has a fever."
Janet quickly walked over to Jack's bed and expertly placed the end of an electronic thermometer in his ear. It took three seconds to beep and during that time Janet had already assessed that Jack O'Neill most definitely had a secondary infection. He looked like hell.
"You're right Daniel. Unfortunately. Temp is 102 - way too warm."
Janet was about to order a new round of tests and stronger antibiotics for Jack when Samantha Carter let loose a piercing scream.
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The return of the infamous cliffhanger! Ah, you missed these- admit it. TBC.