Complicated.
"Janet it isn't your fault that you can't find any cause for what's up with Sam." Daniel told his colleague Janet Fraiser as they walked to the locker room to get ready, seeing the upset on her face.
"Yeah well I don't think the General see's it that way, or the Colonel for that matter." she replied looking at the floor.
"Jack's just upset. You know him and Sam its well..."
"Complicated." she answered quietly.
"Yep, that would be the word I was looking for." he told her. "Kind of like our relationship." he added looking right into her deep brown eyes which he found so beautiful. When he was lying sick on a gurney in the infirmary just looking into those beautiful eyes gave him reassurnce and comfort. They made him care about her a lot more than he was ready to admit to.
The Doctor stopped in her tracks, her back to him.
"Come on you can hardly say you haven't noticed anything, we both know that something's changed with us. Janet we barely spoke for the first few years I was here, but now..."
"Yeah." she quietly answered turning to face him. "Daniel when you got sick, you know when one of Machello's Goa'uld killing devices went inside you that time, I was so worried, especially when I thought it was schizophrenia you were suffering from. When I thought that the Daniel Jackson I knew, that I do care about whether you believed it or not at the time when I put you into that..."
"Nut house..."
"...Daniel you have to believe me when I say that if I'd have known that it wasn't schizophrenia...that it was a device meant to kill the Goa'uld I would never have put you in there. You mean too much for me to do that. But you presented with the symptoms of schizophrenia, there was no way I could have known that it wasn't that you were suffering with."
"I know." he told her comfortingly, moving his hand to gently touch her on the shoulder but then thinking again and putting it back down.
"Well it took you a while to realize that," she said bitterly remembering the hell that he had given her, the silent treatment she had been confronted with after he had been released.
"I know that too," he told her regretfully as they started to walk again. "And I'm sorry about that."
"I'm sorry about having to put you in that place." she told him. "But yeah, I do know things are getting complicated, I just don't know whether it's good or bad."
"I know that feeling." he told her smiling.
"So what do we do about it?" Janet asked looking into his big blue puppy dog eyes as they stopped again.
"I guess we let nature run its course. When I came out of that institution I couldn't see myself talking to you again. I guess I kin of blamed you." he told her quietly "But no matter how hard I tried not to talk to you I couldn't do it, not only because you're my doctor but my friend and one I hold very dear. I can't help but talk to you Janet, that's nature running its course. I think we should let it do its job." he finished.
"Sounds good." she smiled. "So what do you think is up with Sam? You think we'll find a cure?" she then asked.
"You're the doctor." he told her.
"Yeah well at the moment, after what the Colonel said, I don't really feel too good a doctor at the moment." she admitted sadly.
"Come on ladies, stop dragging your asses and get ready. We have a cure to find, remember doctor?" O'Neill said sarcastically, walking straight past them.
"See what I mean." the doctor answered in regards to O'Neill's attitude towards her, as Daniel put a comforting arm around her shoulder and led her to the locker room.
"Janet it isn't your fault that you can't find any cause for what's up with Sam." Daniel told his colleague Janet Fraiser as they walked to the locker room to get ready, seeing the upset on her face.
"Yeah well I don't think the General see's it that way, or the Colonel for that matter." she replied looking at the floor.
"Jack's just upset. You know him and Sam its well..."
"Complicated." she answered quietly.
"Yep, that would be the word I was looking for." he told her. "Kind of like our relationship." he added looking right into her deep brown eyes which he found so beautiful. When he was lying sick on a gurney in the infirmary just looking into those beautiful eyes gave him reassurnce and comfort. They made him care about her a lot more than he was ready to admit to.
The Doctor stopped in her tracks, her back to him.
"Come on you can hardly say you haven't noticed anything, we both know that something's changed with us. Janet we barely spoke for the first few years I was here, but now..."
"Yeah." she quietly answered turning to face him. "Daniel when you got sick, you know when one of Machello's Goa'uld killing devices went inside you that time, I was so worried, especially when I thought it was schizophrenia you were suffering from. When I thought that the Daniel Jackson I knew, that I do care about whether you believed it or not at the time when I put you into that..."
"Nut house..."
"...Daniel you have to believe me when I say that if I'd have known that it wasn't schizophrenia...that it was a device meant to kill the Goa'uld I would never have put you in there. You mean too much for me to do that. But you presented with the symptoms of schizophrenia, there was no way I could have known that it wasn't that you were suffering with."
"I know." he told her comfortingly, moving his hand to gently touch her on the shoulder but then thinking again and putting it back down.
"Well it took you a while to realize that," she said bitterly remembering the hell that he had given her, the silent treatment she had been confronted with after he had been released.
"I know that too," he told her regretfully as they started to walk again. "And I'm sorry about that."
"I'm sorry about having to put you in that place." she told him. "But yeah, I do know things are getting complicated, I just don't know whether it's good or bad."
"I know that feeling." he told her smiling.
"So what do we do about it?" Janet asked looking into his big blue puppy dog eyes as they stopped again.
"I guess we let nature run its course. When I came out of that institution I couldn't see myself talking to you again. I guess I kin of blamed you." he told her quietly "But no matter how hard I tried not to talk to you I couldn't do it, not only because you're my doctor but my friend and one I hold very dear. I can't help but talk to you Janet, that's nature running its course. I think we should let it do its job." he finished.
"Sounds good." she smiled. "So what do you think is up with Sam? You think we'll find a cure?" she then asked.
"You're the doctor." he told her.
"Yeah well at the moment, after what the Colonel said, I don't really feel too good a doctor at the moment." she admitted sadly.
"Come on ladies, stop dragging your asses and get ready. We have a cure to find, remember doctor?" O'Neill said sarcastically, walking straight past them.
"See what I mean." the doctor answered in regards to O'Neill's attitude towards her, as Daniel put a comforting arm around her shoulder and led her to the locker room.