Part 2
"Close the iris!" Jack yelled as soon as he felt the metal SGC ramp beneath his feet.
He heard the sounds of the titanium metal closing and exhaled a breath he didn't
know he had been holding. Teal'c was already placing Sam onto a gurney as Janet
Fraiser quickly moved to assess the damage. Both Daniel and General Hammond
were also waiting at the foot of the ramp.
"I only saw the blow to the head Doc." Jack began. "She might have sustained
other injuries as well."
"God Jack, what took you so long?!" Daniel asked frowning as he took in Sam's still
form for the first time. Why'd there have to be so much damn blood?! "I've been
here for over five minutes!!"
"Wanted to make certain Carter didn't have a spinal injury." Jack said in a tight
voice. //Dammit Danny, I got her back here as soon as I could.//
"And?" Dr. Fraisier asked as she lifted up one edge of the now useless gauze to eye
the damage underneath.
"She passed the fingers and toes test with flying colors." Jack said rubbing a hand
gruffly over his face. He hated head injuries. Hated them. Too many variables…
"Good." Janet said standing up. "I'm taking her to x-ray to check for a possible
skull fracture before sewing up her laceration. I expect all three of you in the
infirmary for your own checkups as well." Jack, Daniel and Teal'c all nodded.
"General, with your permission.."
"SG-1, get yourselves cleaned up and report to the infirmary. We'll debrief after Dr.
Fraiser finishes assessing Major Carter's injuries."
General Hammond let out a small sigh as all three men walked swiftly out of the
room. At least they all made it home.
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1630 Hours
Sam blinked painfully in the strong light. "Ouch."
"Hey Carter." Jack said trying to sound nonchalant. It was a little strange seeing
Sam lying so still and wrapped in clean white bandages; usually this was more
Daniel's gig. Not that Jack wished Daniel ill will or anything, it was just odd seeing
Sam Carter here in the infirmary. Thank god there weren't any snakes about this
time.
"Welcome back."
"How long?" Sam asked hoarsely. Jack poured her a glass of water, which Sam
accepted with a small smile.
"Small sips Major." Jack ordered taking the cup away before Sam downed the whole
thing. "We don't want Fraiser getting all mad at me for making you sick."
"I would say not." A voice said from behind him.
"Hi Janet." Sam said struggling to sit up. She winced slightly but managed to pull
herself up to a more supine position. All in all, she didn't feel so bad. Sam took a
moment to look around. Infirmary. The slight itch on her arm meant an IV.
"Do you know where you are Sam?" Janet asked her friend cautiously.
"The Infirmary." Sam said with a sigh. She knew the drill. "I'm Major Samantha
Carter, you're Dr. Janet Fraiser and that's Colonel Jack O'Neill." Sam said grinning
as she pointed at the serious-looking Jack O'Neill. Jack breathed a sigh of relief and
cracked a small smile himself.
"Don't ask me the date Janet because I honestly didn't know it before I left this
morning." Jack bit back a small chuckle. "Its Thursday I believe. September 1999.
The last thing I remember was dialing home from P2X-629." Sam paused replaying
the last few moments she remembered. "Everyone make it home ok?"
"Daniel has a new knick on his neck from one of the knives, but in another day or so
it will look like a shaving accident."
"You and Teal'c all right Sir?"
"Just peachy Major. Teal'c thinks you should cut back on the chocolate bars
however. He said you weighed a ton!"
"He did not." Sam said with a frown.
"Did too."
"Children!" Janet said shaking her head. "This is an infirmary and I'd like you to at
least pretend to be respectful here, all right?" Both Jack and Sam nodded and Janet
did not fail to see the look of pain flicker across Sam's face.
"Judging from my headache, I really was hit in the head with a big stick, huh?"
"Yep." Jack confirmed with a short nod. She remembered their short conversation
on the planet. Definitely a good sign.
"Sam, you also bruised two ribs on your right side. Do you remember how that
happened?"
"Before I got walloped on the head, I also got hit in the stomach." Sam said ducking
her head. "Sorry Sir."
"Nothing to be sorry about Major. Heck, if anyone should be sorry, it should be me
for not supplying you with enough cover. It's damn hard to dial us home and protect
yourself at the same time." Sam just nodded, she still felt like she let the team
down.
"Up for some visitors?" Janet asked making a few notations in Sam's chart.
"Sure.." Sam began. "Wait!" She shouted holding out her arm. "What time is it?!"
"1630." Janet said more than a little confused. Was there something she missed?
"Good, there's still time." Sam said as she shoved the covers off of her. A rather
cool draft reminded her that she was dressed in regulation infirmary scrubs. The
gown variety.
"Hold it right there Major." Janet said in her serious Chief Medical Officer voice.
"You're not going anywhere."
"What's the rush Carter?" Jack asked confused. "It's not like you have a hot date.."
Ah shit. She DID have a hot date, didn't she? "I'm sure he'll understand Carter."
Jack said a bit awkwardly.
"You don't understand Sir!" Sam said getting impatient. Why was her head starting
to hurt NOW? "I've already rescheduled twice before. I HAVE to go meet him!"
"Sam, just calm down, ok?" Janet said placing her hand on her friend's shoulder.
"You have been unconscious for a little over an hour Sam and although you are
coherent now, you still may have a possible concussion. Plus I know both your head
and your ribs must be hurting you as I haven't given you any pain killers yet."
"Janet, I'll be fine. Just give me a couple Tylenol and I'll promise to take it easy."
"I don't think so Sam." Janet said shaking her head.
"Janet!" Sam said struggling not to let her emotions take control. "I promise to
return to the infirmary this evening, but I really need to go and meet someone."
"Dammit Carter, it's just a damn date! Call the guy up and reschedule." Janet's
eyebrows shot towards her hairline. Sam was seeing a guy? She hadn't mentioned
it…
"It isn't a date SIR." Sam said suddenly very tired. Dammit, she needed to go and
her body was most definitely not cooperating.
"Then who's Evan?" Jack asked curiously.
"My real estate agent." Sam said softly.
"Your WHAT?"
"Real estate agent Sir. I'm buying a house. Or rather attempting too. Every house
my agent has found that supposedly fits my needs gets snatched up by someone
else before I can even see it!" Sam said taking a shuttering breath.
"You were talking to your real estate agent?" Jack asked again.
"Yes Sir." Very tired now.
"And you are supposed to be meeting him at 6, right?" Sam nodded struggling hard
to keep her eyes open.
"Is it ok for Carter to sleep now Doc?" Jack asked
"Sure. We just need to wake her up every few hours to make sure the head injury
isn't getting worse." Sam was obviously keeping herself awake by pure strength of
will.
"Sleep now Carter. I'll wake you up in a few minutes, ok?"
"Promise?" Sam asked fighting to keep her eyes open.
"Promise." Jack said nodding. Sam had never known her CO to lie to her and
accepted his answer as canon. She allowed her body to relax and closed her eyes.
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"You want to WHAT?" Janet yelled.
"Take Carter to see her agent." Jack said calmly.
"No way!" Janet said shaking her head. "Colonel, in case you haven't noticed, Major
Carter was *unconscious* for over 60 minutes. This is not something to be taken
lightly! She has a probable concussion, bruised ribs and will probably be feeling a
hell of a lot worse before she gets better!"
Jack held up a hand to calm the doctor down.
"Janet, you told me yourself that Sam does not have any broken bones and the head
injury appears to be minor." He again held up his hand as Janet tried to interrupt.
"I know head injuries are no laughing matter, but as long as she isn't left alone there
isn't really anything more she can do to herself is there?" Jack waited patiently for
Janet to voice all her objections.
"If Sam were to get up, she'll probably get sick, experience bouts of dizziness and
disorientation and none of this will help the pain in either her head or torso…"
"This won't take more than an hour Janet." Jack said trying to get the diminutive
doctor to change her mind. "I think Sam has been thinking about buying a house for
months now and I get the feeling this is really important to her." He could see Janet
was almost ready to change her mind.
"Carter's been through a hell of a lot in the last year Doc. The least we can do is let
her look at one little house."
Janet continued to shake her head, but Jack could see it was with resignation and
not objection.
"Daniel and I will escort her to the house, make sure she doesn't say anything hinky
to the real estate guy and even hold her hair back if she needs to get sick."
"Sam has short hair Colonel." Janet said with a small shake of the head.
"You know what I mean Doc." Jack said sticking both hands into the pockets of his
pants. He had done all he could. If Janet really felt the need to keep Carter here on
base there really wasn't anything he could do about it. Amazing how much power
one little CMO can wield….
"Go get Daniel Colonel. I want to go over ALL the symptoms and possible
treatments for someone in Sam's condition. And I DEFINITELY want to see her back
at the SGC later this evening. Understood?
"Yes Ma'am!" Jack said giving Janet a sloppy salute as he headed off to find Daniel.
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Well? Did you see that coming?? I haven't seen all of Season 2 or 3 yet, so I
apologize if Sam doesn't actually move into a house until later. You MIGHT think you
know where this is going, but I promise you it will throw you for a bit of a loop. Heh,
heh, heh.
"Close the iris!" Jack yelled as soon as he felt the metal SGC ramp beneath his feet.
He heard the sounds of the titanium metal closing and exhaled a breath he didn't
know he had been holding. Teal'c was already placing Sam onto a gurney as Janet
Fraiser quickly moved to assess the damage. Both Daniel and General Hammond
were also waiting at the foot of the ramp.
"I only saw the blow to the head Doc." Jack began. "She might have sustained
other injuries as well."
"God Jack, what took you so long?!" Daniel asked frowning as he took in Sam's still
form for the first time. Why'd there have to be so much damn blood?! "I've been
here for over five minutes!!"
"Wanted to make certain Carter didn't have a spinal injury." Jack said in a tight
voice. //Dammit Danny, I got her back here as soon as I could.//
"And?" Dr. Fraisier asked as she lifted up one edge of the now useless gauze to eye
the damage underneath.
"She passed the fingers and toes test with flying colors." Jack said rubbing a hand
gruffly over his face. He hated head injuries. Hated them. Too many variables…
"Good." Janet said standing up. "I'm taking her to x-ray to check for a possible
skull fracture before sewing up her laceration. I expect all three of you in the
infirmary for your own checkups as well." Jack, Daniel and Teal'c all nodded.
"General, with your permission.."
"SG-1, get yourselves cleaned up and report to the infirmary. We'll debrief after Dr.
Fraiser finishes assessing Major Carter's injuries."
General Hammond let out a small sigh as all three men walked swiftly out of the
room. At least they all made it home.
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1630 Hours
Sam blinked painfully in the strong light. "Ouch."
"Hey Carter." Jack said trying to sound nonchalant. It was a little strange seeing
Sam lying so still and wrapped in clean white bandages; usually this was more
Daniel's gig. Not that Jack wished Daniel ill will or anything, it was just odd seeing
Sam Carter here in the infirmary. Thank god there weren't any snakes about this
time.
"Welcome back."
"How long?" Sam asked hoarsely. Jack poured her a glass of water, which Sam
accepted with a small smile.
"Small sips Major." Jack ordered taking the cup away before Sam downed the whole
thing. "We don't want Fraiser getting all mad at me for making you sick."
"I would say not." A voice said from behind him.
"Hi Janet." Sam said struggling to sit up. She winced slightly but managed to pull
herself up to a more supine position. All in all, she didn't feel so bad. Sam took a
moment to look around. Infirmary. The slight itch on her arm meant an IV.
"Do you know where you are Sam?" Janet asked her friend cautiously.
"The Infirmary." Sam said with a sigh. She knew the drill. "I'm Major Samantha
Carter, you're Dr. Janet Fraiser and that's Colonel Jack O'Neill." Sam said grinning
as she pointed at the serious-looking Jack O'Neill. Jack breathed a sigh of relief and
cracked a small smile himself.
"Don't ask me the date Janet because I honestly didn't know it before I left this
morning." Jack bit back a small chuckle. "Its Thursday I believe. September 1999.
The last thing I remember was dialing home from P2X-629." Sam paused replaying
the last few moments she remembered. "Everyone make it home ok?"
"Daniel has a new knick on his neck from one of the knives, but in another day or so
it will look like a shaving accident."
"You and Teal'c all right Sir?"
"Just peachy Major. Teal'c thinks you should cut back on the chocolate bars
however. He said you weighed a ton!"
"He did not." Sam said with a frown.
"Did too."
"Children!" Janet said shaking her head. "This is an infirmary and I'd like you to at
least pretend to be respectful here, all right?" Both Jack and Sam nodded and Janet
did not fail to see the look of pain flicker across Sam's face.
"Judging from my headache, I really was hit in the head with a big stick, huh?"
"Yep." Jack confirmed with a short nod. She remembered their short conversation
on the planet. Definitely a good sign.
"Sam, you also bruised two ribs on your right side. Do you remember how that
happened?"
"Before I got walloped on the head, I also got hit in the stomach." Sam said ducking
her head. "Sorry Sir."
"Nothing to be sorry about Major. Heck, if anyone should be sorry, it should be me
for not supplying you with enough cover. It's damn hard to dial us home and protect
yourself at the same time." Sam just nodded, she still felt like she let the team
down.
"Up for some visitors?" Janet asked making a few notations in Sam's chart.
"Sure.." Sam began. "Wait!" She shouted holding out her arm. "What time is it?!"
"1630." Janet said more than a little confused. Was there something she missed?
"Good, there's still time." Sam said as she shoved the covers off of her. A rather
cool draft reminded her that she was dressed in regulation infirmary scrubs. The
gown variety.
"Hold it right there Major." Janet said in her serious Chief Medical Officer voice.
"You're not going anywhere."
"What's the rush Carter?" Jack asked confused. "It's not like you have a hot date.."
Ah shit. She DID have a hot date, didn't she? "I'm sure he'll understand Carter."
Jack said a bit awkwardly.
"You don't understand Sir!" Sam said getting impatient. Why was her head starting
to hurt NOW? "I've already rescheduled twice before. I HAVE to go meet him!"
"Sam, just calm down, ok?" Janet said placing her hand on her friend's shoulder.
"You have been unconscious for a little over an hour Sam and although you are
coherent now, you still may have a possible concussion. Plus I know both your head
and your ribs must be hurting you as I haven't given you any pain killers yet."
"Janet, I'll be fine. Just give me a couple Tylenol and I'll promise to take it easy."
"I don't think so Sam." Janet said shaking her head.
"Janet!" Sam said struggling not to let her emotions take control. "I promise to
return to the infirmary this evening, but I really need to go and meet someone."
"Dammit Carter, it's just a damn date! Call the guy up and reschedule." Janet's
eyebrows shot towards her hairline. Sam was seeing a guy? She hadn't mentioned
it…
"It isn't a date SIR." Sam said suddenly very tired. Dammit, she needed to go and
her body was most definitely not cooperating.
"Then who's Evan?" Jack asked curiously.
"My real estate agent." Sam said softly.
"Your WHAT?"
"Real estate agent Sir. I'm buying a house. Or rather attempting too. Every house
my agent has found that supposedly fits my needs gets snatched up by someone
else before I can even see it!" Sam said taking a shuttering breath.
"You were talking to your real estate agent?" Jack asked again.
"Yes Sir." Very tired now.
"And you are supposed to be meeting him at 6, right?" Sam nodded struggling hard
to keep her eyes open.
"Is it ok for Carter to sleep now Doc?" Jack asked
"Sure. We just need to wake her up every few hours to make sure the head injury
isn't getting worse." Sam was obviously keeping herself awake by pure strength of
will.
"Sleep now Carter. I'll wake you up in a few minutes, ok?"
"Promise?" Sam asked fighting to keep her eyes open.
"Promise." Jack said nodding. Sam had never known her CO to lie to her and
accepted his answer as canon. She allowed her body to relax and closed her eyes.
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"You want to WHAT?" Janet yelled.
"Take Carter to see her agent." Jack said calmly.
"No way!" Janet said shaking her head. "Colonel, in case you haven't noticed, Major
Carter was *unconscious* for over 60 minutes. This is not something to be taken
lightly! She has a probable concussion, bruised ribs and will probably be feeling a
hell of a lot worse before she gets better!"
Jack held up a hand to calm the doctor down.
"Janet, you told me yourself that Sam does not have any broken bones and the head
injury appears to be minor." He again held up his hand as Janet tried to interrupt.
"I know head injuries are no laughing matter, but as long as she isn't left alone there
isn't really anything more she can do to herself is there?" Jack waited patiently for
Janet to voice all her objections.
"If Sam were to get up, she'll probably get sick, experience bouts of dizziness and
disorientation and none of this will help the pain in either her head or torso…"
"This won't take more than an hour Janet." Jack said trying to get the diminutive
doctor to change her mind. "I think Sam has been thinking about buying a house for
months now and I get the feeling this is really important to her." He could see Janet
was almost ready to change her mind.
"Carter's been through a hell of a lot in the last year Doc. The least we can do is let
her look at one little house."
Janet continued to shake her head, but Jack could see it was with resignation and
not objection.
"Daniel and I will escort her to the house, make sure she doesn't say anything hinky
to the real estate guy and even hold her hair back if she needs to get sick."
"Sam has short hair Colonel." Janet said with a small shake of the head.
"You know what I mean Doc." Jack said sticking both hands into the pockets of his
pants. He had done all he could. If Janet really felt the need to keep Carter here on
base there really wasn't anything he could do about it. Amazing how much power
one little CMO can wield….
"Go get Daniel Colonel. I want to go over ALL the symptoms and possible
treatments for someone in Sam's condition. And I DEFINITELY want to see her back
at the SGC later this evening. Understood?
"Yes Ma'am!" Jack said giving Janet a sloppy salute as he headed off to find Daniel.
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Well? Did you see that coming?? I haven't seen all of Season 2 or 3 yet, so I
apologize if Sam doesn't actually move into a house until later. You MIGHT think you
know where this is going, but I promise you it will throw you for a bit of a loop. Heh,
heh, heh.