Chapter 6
Sam rolled over on the bed, bored and disturbed simultaneously. Now she was back in the mountain, she wanted to be doing something rather than just sitting - lying she mentally amended - in the infirmary, waiting for Janet to return. She worried over what her next vision would show her. She worried over what her teammates and the General would say. She worried over whether she would end up as a lab rat. The NID were already baying at the proverbial gates to explore her altered chemistry; what would they think about this newfound ability?
She jumped at the klaxon that started to ring out, announcing to the base an unscheduled wormhole. She sat upright in the bed, and then smiled, ignoring the strange looks the nurses gave her. She started to swing herself off of the bed, only to be blocked by a hand.
Irritably Sam pushed it away. "It's the Tok'ra. I have to go' she exclaimed.
'I'm sorry ma'am, but Dr. Fraiser left specific instructions that you remain here until she returns' The nurse put her hand back to push Sam back down until she sighed and relented, easing herself back onto the bed. Satisfied that the Major wasn't going to bolt, the nurse returned to her other duties, quizzically looking back when she realised what her patient had said.
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For the second time in five minutes Jack found himself sat around the briefing room table, discussing a subject he would rather not have to. And, even worse, this time, with people he'd rather not have to see. Across from him Aldwin and another snakehead he didn't recognise sat discussing something vehemently with Daniel and the General. He'd lost track of what they were actually talking about around the time they sat down.
'It would be beneficial if Major Carter could accompany us'. The Tok'ra's dual voice seemed to slam down the room's atmosphere. Jack was glad to notice that he was not the only human who shifted uneasily. He was about to reply in his usual antagonistic manner, when General Hammond answered, 'Unfortunately Major Carter is predisposed at the moment, although I'm sure the rest of SG1 will be willing to help you.' Jack cursed inwardly that he hadn't been listening; if they were going to go on another Tok'ra suicide mission, he at least wanted to know what for. Especially now.
What was it with them anyway? Did they purposefully wait for the most untimely moment? And even if they did say they couldn't go, then Aldwin would want to know why. Which would mean they would have to tell them about Carter. Which would mean that they would want one of their people (probably Anise knowing their luck) to examine her. And the last thing his second needed was another party who were going to poke and prod her; it was going to be hard enough to keep this revelation out of the NID's notice.
He started to doodle on the pad in front of him, waiting for the heated discussion at the other end of the table to stop. His spirits were slightly lifted by the fact that Teal'c was displaying his bored face, although admittedly the Jaffa's 'bored' face was suspiciously similar to all his others. He wanted to go and see Carter. This was stupid. He should be helping his Major deal with this latest crises rather than dozing off here.
But how much would she want to be helped by him anyway? He had killed her for crying out loud! That was a guilt he was not going to rest lightly. Not matter how many times she said that she didn't blame him. God, the latest attempt being made on her sanity could be all his fault as well.
Jack only stemmed his groan when he noticed that the rest of the rooms' occupants started to stare at him.
'You have a problem with this mission Colonel?' The General was not amused by this interruption, although Jack could guess that this was only his way at shielding his distress over Carter's condition.
'No, sir'.
'Good you ship out in ten minutes then'.
The relcaltricient Colonel could only just control his second groan as he realised that this meant his visit to the infirmary would have to be postponed indefinitely.
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