Sarah was getting tired of being poked and prodded. Janet Fraiser was pleasant enough but the supreme clean smell of the medical room was making her sick to her stomach. Not to mention the fear that something would be found to keep her from being able to leave. Maybe she carried some disease, an infection from the Gou'ald. Maybe she'd be thrown into a contamination room until she died and then dissected like an animal. She looked up suddenly, realizing someone was talking to her. "What? I'm sorry..."
"I asked if you felt alright, you're pale." Janet said with a frown before putting one gloved hand on her forehead. "And clammy."
Sarah smiled weakly, "Doctors...no offense, just a bit of a phobia, I get a little nervous."
Janet smiled sympathetically. "Most doctor's don't like being on the other end of the stethescope either." she said, giving the younger woman's hand a calming pat and handed her a cold compress. "Just relax, we'll be done and have you in bed in no time." Sarah nodded and laid back, throwing the compress over her face to try to block out the sting as a nurse took another vile of blood.
A half hour later, a very woozy archeologist stood with the help of her very handsome significant other.
"Thanks Janet..." Daniel said, adjusting his grip on Sarah before just swinging her up into his arms, the movement making her moan unhappily.
"No problem. She'll be fine, she just needs water and sleep. She had a big day."
Sarah HAD had a big day, she disliked doctors, she hated seeing her own blood even more and when she caught glimpse of one of the viles holding her blood that was waiting to be tested, she dropped like a dead man. Somehow between throwing up and fainting, they managed to finish the exam. Normally Fraiser would have wanted to keep her in the medical lab, but her already strained reaction to even being in the medical labs would do nothing to help her recover. She'd be safe, just a few hall ways away.
Luckily most of the SGC staff had disapeared for the night, it was just past midnight and the facility was pratically deserted. Daniel easily found his way to his quarters and kicked the door open. Sarah was quiet, possibly asleep, her head heavy on his shoulder. He kicked the door shut again and layed her on the cot, the covers already turned down. He knew Sarah's reaction to medical personnel, and knew she'd be wiped out for the night.
"Daniel?" came a sleepy voice, her eyes still closed.
"Yeah...?"
"....I missed you."
Daniel smiled tenderly, brushing a golden curl away from her pale face. "I missed you too."
"Promise you wont go again..?"
"I promise."
"Daniel..?" she said again after a moment of silence.
"Yeah?"
"Gunna be sick again..."
Never before in the history of humantiy has a man been so happy to help a girlfriend into the bathroom and hold her hair away from the toilet as she was sick.
The morning dawned bright and early. Lucky for the people deep in the bowls of the SGC, they weren't able to see it. Daniel woke up feeling heavy. No...it wasn't HIM that was heavy...something was on him. Rubbing his eyes he blindly looked down only to have a mass of golden hair in his face and he grinned, squeezing his arms around the slight bundle fast asleep in his arms, happily reassuring himself that she was really there. Today, there would be a psych evaluation, to make sure she wasn't suicidal or a threat to anyone. It wasn't the most pleasant thing in the world to do, but it wasn't to painful. Mackenzie was a good guy, he wouldn't rake her over the coals to delve into her inner psyche.
Gently he moved Sarah off him and rolled to his feet, heading to the bathroom. He flicked on the coffee maker on the way by it. The SGC mess had something they called coffee, but it wasn't coffee. Flipping on the shower to hot he let the bathroom steam up while he stripped down. Stepping into the shower, he hissed as the hot water pelted his body, quickly forcing the tension to leave him. It beat directly on his face, running down his body as he leaned against the wall, his mind racing against his will.
Common sense said he was rushing things. But was he really? They'd known each other for 10 years, been lovers for 8, lived together just as long. He wasn't a young man any more and even when he had been, he had been sorely lacking in wild oats. He WANTED someone to come home to, he WANTED someone to miss him when he was gone, he WANTED to worry about someone when they were 5 minutes late getting home. So the question was what did Sarah want?
She'd always been amazing when it came to their relationship. Yeah, sure she did things that drove him nuts. Panty hose in the sink, putting the forks in front of the spoons in the silverware drawer. But those little quirks had become endearing over the years. He knew he wasn't the easiest person in the world to live with either. Yeah, they'd fought. But never once did they go to bed mad. So the real question was if he was willing to open himself up to be hurt again, like he was hurt when Sha'uri was taken and then killed. He wasn't going to go there. Sha'uri wasn't Sarah, and Sarah wasn't Sha'uri and he loved them both for different reasons. He knew what it was like to be alone and he knew what it was like to be with someone. He never wanted to be alone again.
But was it fair to go to Sarah with so much baggage? Yes he had needs, but so did she. Maybe she didn't need a needy wet blanket. She had so much to work through, he knew. He knew everything was fine now. But one day, or maybe at night, when everything seems to be going fine, something would set it off. Something would cause the happy bubble she'd created around herself to make her think it was okay to burst and it would come crashing down around her. Could he be the man she needed to get her through it? He never thought of himself as strong.
His thoughts were instantly cut off as two hands slipped over his back. He had been so consumed with his thoughts he never even felt the shower door slide open and Sarah slip in.
"Hey stranger..." She said, her voice slurred with sleep as she slowly lapped at a trickle of water running down his back. "You need to stop."
"Stop what..?"
"Over analyzing this. Us."
Daniel had to chuckle a little, "It's not fair that you know me that well."
"Knew you were going to say that..." she shot back with a small giggle, her hands reaching for the soap. Oh yeah..he could get used to this.
"I asked if you felt alright, you're pale." Janet said with a frown before putting one gloved hand on her forehead. "And clammy."
Sarah smiled weakly, "Doctors...no offense, just a bit of a phobia, I get a little nervous."
Janet smiled sympathetically. "Most doctor's don't like being on the other end of the stethescope either." she said, giving the younger woman's hand a calming pat and handed her a cold compress. "Just relax, we'll be done and have you in bed in no time." Sarah nodded and laid back, throwing the compress over her face to try to block out the sting as a nurse took another vile of blood.
A half hour later, a very woozy archeologist stood with the help of her very handsome significant other.
"Thanks Janet..." Daniel said, adjusting his grip on Sarah before just swinging her up into his arms, the movement making her moan unhappily.
"No problem. She'll be fine, she just needs water and sleep. She had a big day."
Sarah HAD had a big day, she disliked doctors, she hated seeing her own blood even more and when she caught glimpse of one of the viles holding her blood that was waiting to be tested, she dropped like a dead man. Somehow between throwing up and fainting, they managed to finish the exam. Normally Fraiser would have wanted to keep her in the medical lab, but her already strained reaction to even being in the medical labs would do nothing to help her recover. She'd be safe, just a few hall ways away.
Luckily most of the SGC staff had disapeared for the night, it was just past midnight and the facility was pratically deserted. Daniel easily found his way to his quarters and kicked the door open. Sarah was quiet, possibly asleep, her head heavy on his shoulder. He kicked the door shut again and layed her on the cot, the covers already turned down. He knew Sarah's reaction to medical personnel, and knew she'd be wiped out for the night.
"Daniel?" came a sleepy voice, her eyes still closed.
"Yeah...?"
"....I missed you."
Daniel smiled tenderly, brushing a golden curl away from her pale face. "I missed you too."
"Promise you wont go again..?"
"I promise."
"Daniel..?" she said again after a moment of silence.
"Yeah?"
"Gunna be sick again..."
Never before in the history of humantiy has a man been so happy to help a girlfriend into the bathroom and hold her hair away from the toilet as she was sick.
The morning dawned bright and early. Lucky for the people deep in the bowls of the SGC, they weren't able to see it. Daniel woke up feeling heavy. No...it wasn't HIM that was heavy...something was on him. Rubbing his eyes he blindly looked down only to have a mass of golden hair in his face and he grinned, squeezing his arms around the slight bundle fast asleep in his arms, happily reassuring himself that she was really there. Today, there would be a psych evaluation, to make sure she wasn't suicidal or a threat to anyone. It wasn't the most pleasant thing in the world to do, but it wasn't to painful. Mackenzie was a good guy, he wouldn't rake her over the coals to delve into her inner psyche.
Gently he moved Sarah off him and rolled to his feet, heading to the bathroom. He flicked on the coffee maker on the way by it. The SGC mess had something they called coffee, but it wasn't coffee. Flipping on the shower to hot he let the bathroom steam up while he stripped down. Stepping into the shower, he hissed as the hot water pelted his body, quickly forcing the tension to leave him. It beat directly on his face, running down his body as he leaned against the wall, his mind racing against his will.
Common sense said he was rushing things. But was he really? They'd known each other for 10 years, been lovers for 8, lived together just as long. He wasn't a young man any more and even when he had been, he had been sorely lacking in wild oats. He WANTED someone to come home to, he WANTED someone to miss him when he was gone, he WANTED to worry about someone when they were 5 minutes late getting home. So the question was what did Sarah want?
She'd always been amazing when it came to their relationship. Yeah, sure she did things that drove him nuts. Panty hose in the sink, putting the forks in front of the spoons in the silverware drawer. But those little quirks had become endearing over the years. He knew he wasn't the easiest person in the world to live with either. Yeah, they'd fought. But never once did they go to bed mad. So the real question was if he was willing to open himself up to be hurt again, like he was hurt when Sha'uri was taken and then killed. He wasn't going to go there. Sha'uri wasn't Sarah, and Sarah wasn't Sha'uri and he loved them both for different reasons. He knew what it was like to be alone and he knew what it was like to be with someone. He never wanted to be alone again.
But was it fair to go to Sarah with so much baggage? Yes he had needs, but so did she. Maybe she didn't need a needy wet blanket. She had so much to work through, he knew. He knew everything was fine now. But one day, or maybe at night, when everything seems to be going fine, something would set it off. Something would cause the happy bubble she'd created around herself to make her think it was okay to burst and it would come crashing down around her. Could he be the man she needed to get her through it? He never thought of himself as strong.
His thoughts were instantly cut off as two hands slipped over his back. He had been so consumed with his thoughts he never even felt the shower door slide open and Sarah slip in.
"Hey stranger..." She said, her voice slurred with sleep as she slowly lapped at a trickle of water running down his back. "You need to stop."
"Stop what..?"
"Over analyzing this. Us."
Daniel had to chuckle a little, "It's not fair that you know me that well."
"Knew you were going to say that..." she shot back with a small giggle, her hands reaching for the soap. Oh yeah..he could get used to this.