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: Jack and Sam and Daniel's recovery from last week's events.
Author's Notes: Sorry this took so long. I decided I was kinda lingering in the hospital and opted to let our heroes head on home. Hope you don't mind. I think the story will wrap up in the next chapter. Not completely mind you (remember my cliff hanger fetish) but there will be enough closure to cause everyone to smile and want just a little bit more. Which is how it should be.
Thank you so much for everyone who read and reviewed, it means a WHOLE LOT.
Epilogue, Part 4:
Jack couldn't help grinning as he helped himself to another beer from the fridge. It might have taken two weeks, but he was home. Four little letters and yet it meant more to him than anyone could possible imagine. Except maybe Daniel. Speaking of whom…
The tentative knock could be heard before Jack had even finished his thought.
*Right on time Dr. Jackson!* Jack thought with a smile. He plopped himself into his favorite chair, turned on the TV using the remote and sighed audibly as ESPN came on. Hockey!
"It's open Daniel!" Jack yelled over his shoulder twisting off the cap of his beer.
"Hey Jack."
"Daniel." Jack said tipping his beer slightly in Daniel's direction. "Help yourself to the beverage of your choice. I might not have done any serious grocery shopping yet, but I am well stocked on three different types of beer, fresh coffee and plenty of frozen pizzas."
"Happy to be out of Janet's clutches, are we?" Daniel said heading to the kitchen.
"Hey, I'm allowed to be a little giddy! You've been out for nearly a week now and I had to wait nearly that long before they'd let me shower by myself!"
"I'm sure the nurses were ecstatic." Daniel said dryly.
"Daniel…" Jack growled holding up a hand in an effort to stop Daniel from continuing.
"Sorry Jack." Daniel said with a grin.
They sat in comfortable silence for several minutes.
Daniel thought Jack should be happy Janet had let him leave at all! Jack's pneumonia had been bad. It still was pretty serious, but nothing like it had been. The fever had spiked twice more after that first ice bath and Jack had remained in a "deep sleep" for nearly 48 hours. Janet had assured everyone it was not a coma, but it was too damn similar to one for Daniel's liking. After Jack had woken up, it had taken him another 24 hours before he felt like talking more than half a dozen words. That was a bit unnerving. The unflappable Jack O'Neill had been silent. No wisecracks or pleading with the nurses for smuggled in contraband. No complaining about being laid up and no whining about when would he should be allowed to leave.
He'd wake up, ask about Sam and then go back to sleep. Janet had to badger him constantly to get Jack to start eating solid food again. It was only two days ago that he'd finally snapped out of whatever state he had been in and started enjoying the act of eating again. Daniel was pretty certain there was a whole underlying psychological phenomenon at work here, but was confident Jack would work it out. With a little help from his friends that is.
"So how are you feeling Jack?" Daniel asked lightly.
"Ready to punch the next person who asks me that question." Jack responded back in a singsong voice.
"You've been out for over a week Daniel, you've forgotten how utterly glorious it is to not have someone taking your temperature every four hours, or how liberating it is to wear clothing that DOESN'T come to your knees. Ever notice how knobby a man's knees are Daniel? There's a reason we don't wear dresses."
Daniel laughed. The one size fits all gowns were a bit embarrassing for him and he was a good two inches shorter than Jack.
"Hey, I brought your jammies as soon as they released me." Daniel said indignantly.
"And for that Danny-boy, I am quite thankful." Jack said tipping his now empty beer bottle in his friend's direction.
"Any word from Teal'c?" Jack asked.
"Yeah, he's still on Chulak and enjoying some time with his family. He was happy to learn that you had been released from the infirmary and is looking forward to more SG-1 missions as soon as you and Sam are cleared for duty again."
Jack frowned slightly at the mention of Sam's name. Carter. She was still at the SGC. Still hurt. Although thanks to Daniel, Sam was doing much better. No thanks to himself though. Jack knew he was being ridiculous as there wasn't too much he could have done, what with being encased in ice cubes for hours on end and all. He honestly didn't remember much of his first week in the infirmary, just being worried about Sam and hurting. Jack didn't even remember over-reacting at one of Sam's nightmares but had heard several different versions of the event from various nurses.
Jack was awfully glad Daniel had been there for Sam. A shadow crossed his face as he rubbed his eyes thinking again about how much pain Sam must have been in those first few days. Her fear of addiction had been unknown to everyone at the SGC. Jack wondered if Jacob knew. Luckily Daniel had been there. Once again it had been Daniel who had saved the day, the guy might be the most accident-prone member of SG-1, but he was also the one who saved their asses on more than one occasion.
"I miss her." Jack said spontaneously without even thinking about how it might sound to his friend.
"Me too."
Daniel knew that something had happened between Jack and Sam on the planet. Considering the extent of their injuries, it wasn't anything physical (yet) but whatever limbo he and Sam had been in for the last year or so was definitely gone. Rules and regulations still existed, but Daniel wasn't all too sure that either one of them cared so much about them anymore. Or maybe they just cared about one another more.
"Hey Jack!" Daniel said enthusiastically grasping onto an idea.
"Yeah?"
"Want to be sneaky?"
"To quote my much beloved grandfather- 'Is a bluebird blue'?"
"I have an idea on how we can pay Sam a visit tomorrow AND get her away from the clutches of the medical staff."
Jack's face broke into a grin that was quickly replaced by a worried frown. "Is Carter up for that yet?" Although Jack had seen Sam the day before, it hadn't been for that long. After his little "bout" with pneumonia, they had moved him into a special room with "richer O2 levels" (whatever THAT meant) and he had been isolated from Sam for the remainder of his stay in the infirmary.
He knew Sam was getting better physically but he also knew she still had nightmares. At least she was allowing Janet to treat her for the pain. Sam had received nearly 100 stitches across her torso and Jack still cringed thinking about how horrific her wound had been. How horrific her wound still is. Knowing he saved her life with the little fishing line and sewing needle stunt had helped alleviate any guilt he might have at marring her *creamy silk * skin.
"She's still pretty beat up Jack, but unlike some people I know, she has been lucid and conscious for nearly two weeks and has reached the stir- crazy stage in her convalescence. I betcha I can convince Janet of the psychological advantages to allowing her to spend an afternoon off-base with her teammates."
"Really?" Jack said unconvinced.
"Yep."
"Well then Dr. Jackson, I say you give the good doctor a call and work some of your multiple PhD magic on the lady."
"Can I wait until half time?" Daniel asked with a grin.
"It's hockey Daniel. They're called periods." Jack said rolling his eyes.
"Whatever." Daniel said with a smile.
Jack smiled as well. It was good to be home.
TBC.
There. Wasn't that nice?
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: Jack and Sam and Daniel's recovery from last week's events.
Author's Notes: Sorry this took so long. I decided I was kinda lingering in the hospital and opted to let our heroes head on home. Hope you don't mind. I think the story will wrap up in the next chapter. Not completely mind you (remember my cliff hanger fetish) but there will be enough closure to cause everyone to smile and want just a little bit more. Which is how it should be.
Thank you so much for everyone who read and reviewed, it means a WHOLE LOT.
Epilogue, Part 4:
Jack couldn't help grinning as he helped himself to another beer from the fridge. It might have taken two weeks, but he was home. Four little letters and yet it meant more to him than anyone could possible imagine. Except maybe Daniel. Speaking of whom…
The tentative knock could be heard before Jack had even finished his thought.
*Right on time Dr. Jackson!* Jack thought with a smile. He plopped himself into his favorite chair, turned on the TV using the remote and sighed audibly as ESPN came on. Hockey!
"It's open Daniel!" Jack yelled over his shoulder twisting off the cap of his beer.
"Hey Jack."
"Daniel." Jack said tipping his beer slightly in Daniel's direction. "Help yourself to the beverage of your choice. I might not have done any serious grocery shopping yet, but I am well stocked on three different types of beer, fresh coffee and plenty of frozen pizzas."
"Happy to be out of Janet's clutches, are we?" Daniel said heading to the kitchen.
"Hey, I'm allowed to be a little giddy! You've been out for nearly a week now and I had to wait nearly that long before they'd let me shower by myself!"
"I'm sure the nurses were ecstatic." Daniel said dryly.
"Daniel…" Jack growled holding up a hand in an effort to stop Daniel from continuing.
"Sorry Jack." Daniel said with a grin.
They sat in comfortable silence for several minutes.
Daniel thought Jack should be happy Janet had let him leave at all! Jack's pneumonia had been bad. It still was pretty serious, but nothing like it had been. The fever had spiked twice more after that first ice bath and Jack had remained in a "deep sleep" for nearly 48 hours. Janet had assured everyone it was not a coma, but it was too damn similar to one for Daniel's liking. After Jack had woken up, it had taken him another 24 hours before he felt like talking more than half a dozen words. That was a bit unnerving. The unflappable Jack O'Neill had been silent. No wisecracks or pleading with the nurses for smuggled in contraband. No complaining about being laid up and no whining about when would he should be allowed to leave.
He'd wake up, ask about Sam and then go back to sleep. Janet had to badger him constantly to get Jack to start eating solid food again. It was only two days ago that he'd finally snapped out of whatever state he had been in and started enjoying the act of eating again. Daniel was pretty certain there was a whole underlying psychological phenomenon at work here, but was confident Jack would work it out. With a little help from his friends that is.
"So how are you feeling Jack?" Daniel asked lightly.
"Ready to punch the next person who asks me that question." Jack responded back in a singsong voice.
"You've been out for over a week Daniel, you've forgotten how utterly glorious it is to not have someone taking your temperature every four hours, or how liberating it is to wear clothing that DOESN'T come to your knees. Ever notice how knobby a man's knees are Daniel? There's a reason we don't wear dresses."
Daniel laughed. The one size fits all gowns were a bit embarrassing for him and he was a good two inches shorter than Jack.
"Hey, I brought your jammies as soon as they released me." Daniel said indignantly.
"And for that Danny-boy, I am quite thankful." Jack said tipping his now empty beer bottle in his friend's direction.
"Any word from Teal'c?" Jack asked.
"Yeah, he's still on Chulak and enjoying some time with his family. He was happy to learn that you had been released from the infirmary and is looking forward to more SG-1 missions as soon as you and Sam are cleared for duty again."
Jack frowned slightly at the mention of Sam's name. Carter. She was still at the SGC. Still hurt. Although thanks to Daniel, Sam was doing much better. No thanks to himself though. Jack knew he was being ridiculous as there wasn't too much he could have done, what with being encased in ice cubes for hours on end and all. He honestly didn't remember much of his first week in the infirmary, just being worried about Sam and hurting. Jack didn't even remember over-reacting at one of Sam's nightmares but had heard several different versions of the event from various nurses.
Jack was awfully glad Daniel had been there for Sam. A shadow crossed his face as he rubbed his eyes thinking again about how much pain Sam must have been in those first few days. Her fear of addiction had been unknown to everyone at the SGC. Jack wondered if Jacob knew. Luckily Daniel had been there. Once again it had been Daniel who had saved the day, the guy might be the most accident-prone member of SG-1, but he was also the one who saved their asses on more than one occasion.
"I miss her." Jack said spontaneously without even thinking about how it might sound to his friend.
"Me too."
Daniel knew that something had happened between Jack and Sam on the planet. Considering the extent of their injuries, it wasn't anything physical (yet) but whatever limbo he and Sam had been in for the last year or so was definitely gone. Rules and regulations still existed, but Daniel wasn't all too sure that either one of them cared so much about them anymore. Or maybe they just cared about one another more.
"Hey Jack!" Daniel said enthusiastically grasping onto an idea.
"Yeah?"
"Want to be sneaky?"
"To quote my much beloved grandfather- 'Is a bluebird blue'?"
"I have an idea on how we can pay Sam a visit tomorrow AND get her away from the clutches of the medical staff."
Jack's face broke into a grin that was quickly replaced by a worried frown. "Is Carter up for that yet?" Although Jack had seen Sam the day before, it hadn't been for that long. After his little "bout" with pneumonia, they had moved him into a special room with "richer O2 levels" (whatever THAT meant) and he had been isolated from Sam for the remainder of his stay in the infirmary.
He knew Sam was getting better physically but he also knew she still had nightmares. At least she was allowing Janet to treat her for the pain. Sam had received nearly 100 stitches across her torso and Jack still cringed thinking about how horrific her wound had been. How horrific her wound still is. Knowing he saved her life with the little fishing line and sewing needle stunt had helped alleviate any guilt he might have at marring her *creamy silk * skin.
"She's still pretty beat up Jack, but unlike some people I know, she has been lucid and conscious for nearly two weeks and has reached the stir- crazy stage in her convalescence. I betcha I can convince Janet of the psychological advantages to allowing her to spend an afternoon off-base with her teammates."
"Really?" Jack said unconvinced.
"Yep."
"Well then Dr. Jackson, I say you give the good doctor a call and work some of your multiple PhD magic on the lady."
"Can I wait until half time?" Daniel asked with a grin.
"It's hockey Daniel. They're called periods." Jack said rolling his eyes.
"Whatever." Daniel said with a smile.
Jack smiled as well. It was good to be home.
TBC.
There. Wasn't that nice?