Chapter 4 Cold Showers
Jack needed lots of cold showers. At first he relied on real ones. Until
Daniel happened to use a cubicle in the shower room directly after him,
without adjusting the temperature.
"Shit, Jack, the water in here is freezing. What's .." He stopped abruptly, guessing why Jack would need a cold shower. He tried to cover up. "I'm gonna use another one. This thermostat must be shot. Let maintenance know will you!"
People are thinking the showers are malfunctioning, Jack.
If I turn the temperature up before I get out, there isn't any point in it being cold in the first place.
I can simulate a cold shower.
Really?
I just have to adjust the messages going to your brain. Like this. Jack felt as if he had just walked into a snowstorm, naked.
Cccan you mmmmake it ssslightly llllessss ccccold? Thanks. Hey, I don't even have to go to the locker room. You can cool me down whenever I start thinking about Sam!
Which was very convenient. Until Jack thought about Sam during a medical. Dr. Fraiser had got him hooked up to some monitors and was very worried when Jack's temperature and blood pressure started going wild.
"Are you alright, Colonel O'Neill? Is Ashmel doing something to you? Colonel? Shall I call security?" Dr. Fraiser didn't like her charges being messed around with. She was supposed to be the Doctor!
"I'm fine, Doc. Just a little joke to see what your monitors can pick up."
"Then behave, BOTH of you."
Jack began having strange experiences, not black outs, but on several occasions he found himself walking towards General Hammond's office, without any idea of how or why he was going there. Once he found himself right outside, with his hand raised ready to knock on the door.
"Ashmel, you doin' this?"
"I'm sorry, Jack. You need to see General Hammond and discuss this, but I can't bring myself to force you. It's against all I believe."
"I don't blame you. But I CAN'T get me and Sam split up. We'll have to carry on with the current plan."
The trouble was that Jack could easily put up with cold showers, both physical and imaginary ones. It didn't stop him thinking of Sam.
You need something stronger.
I know, Ashmel, but what?
Aversion Therapy.
"Shit, Jack, the water in here is freezing. What's .." He stopped abruptly, guessing why Jack would need a cold shower. He tried to cover up. "I'm gonna use another one. This thermostat must be shot. Let maintenance know will you!"
People are thinking the showers are malfunctioning, Jack.
If I turn the temperature up before I get out, there isn't any point in it being cold in the first place.
I can simulate a cold shower.
Really?
I just have to adjust the messages going to your brain. Like this. Jack felt as if he had just walked into a snowstorm, naked.
Cccan you mmmmake it ssslightly llllessss ccccold? Thanks. Hey, I don't even have to go to the locker room. You can cool me down whenever I start thinking about Sam!
Which was very convenient. Until Jack thought about Sam during a medical. Dr. Fraiser had got him hooked up to some monitors and was very worried when Jack's temperature and blood pressure started going wild.
"Are you alright, Colonel O'Neill? Is Ashmel doing something to you? Colonel? Shall I call security?" Dr. Fraiser didn't like her charges being messed around with. She was supposed to be the Doctor!
"I'm fine, Doc. Just a little joke to see what your monitors can pick up."
"Then behave, BOTH of you."
Jack began having strange experiences, not black outs, but on several occasions he found himself walking towards General Hammond's office, without any idea of how or why he was going there. Once he found himself right outside, with his hand raised ready to knock on the door.
"Ashmel, you doin' this?"
"I'm sorry, Jack. You need to see General Hammond and discuss this, but I can't bring myself to force you. It's against all I believe."
"I don't blame you. But I CAN'T get me and Sam split up. We'll have to carry on with the current plan."
The trouble was that Jack could easily put up with cold showers, both physical and imaginary ones. It didn't stop him thinking of Sam.
You need something stronger.
I know, Ashmel, but what?
Aversion Therapy.
