2-D
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To borrow a phrase: SG-1 and Star Gate no mine, no permission, no money, no sue...please?
Janet walked in holding a clipboard. Both parents looked up anxiously. Teal'c, Daniel and Hammond followed the Doctor in. Sam and Jack stood next to each other feeling as if they were facing a firing squad.
"It's not good" Janet told them, "I don't think she'll recover" Sam gasped for breath and started weeping. Jack folded her into his arms, tears threatning even him, though he was obviously trying to stop them.
"Won't she even regain her ability to speak?" Daniel cried. Janet sighed.
"I don't think she can" she answered, "I went through some of her previous MRI's and some conversations she had with me. In all of her previous MRI's, the areas of the brain that control speech and higher thought in normal people have only been a yellow color, which means they were only being used as a back up. I once asked her what she thought would happen if she ever lost her psychic abilities and her answer was that she would probably just have to work a little harder at things, or at the worst relearn how to speak, but I think every thing she does is linked directly to her frontal cortex, which isn't working. I don't think she can function without it." At this prognosis Sam started crying harder, even hiccuping between sobs. Jack had stopped his tears, but Daniel had started pacing.
"Is there nothing you can do?" Teal'c asked.
"Cassi produces some sort of hormone that is usually very high in her blood and her brain, but is almost undectable now. I might be able to synthicate it, but it could take months, even years. Especially if I don't know why she stopped producing it in the first place." Janet replied. Jack looked up.
"We have to go back to that planet."
The following story is under the sole ownership and copyright of J.L. Scott. Unauthorized copying and/or use is actionable in a court of law.
To borrow a phrase: SG-1 and Star Gate no mine, no permission, no money, no sue...please?
Janet walked in holding a clipboard. Both parents looked up anxiously. Teal'c, Daniel and Hammond followed the Doctor in. Sam and Jack stood next to each other feeling as if they were facing a firing squad.
"It's not good" Janet told them, "I don't think she'll recover" Sam gasped for breath and started weeping. Jack folded her into his arms, tears threatning even him, though he was obviously trying to stop them.
"Won't she even regain her ability to speak?" Daniel cried. Janet sighed.
"I don't think she can" she answered, "I went through some of her previous MRI's and some conversations she had with me. In all of her previous MRI's, the areas of the brain that control speech and higher thought in normal people have only been a yellow color, which means they were only being used as a back up. I once asked her what she thought would happen if she ever lost her psychic abilities and her answer was that she would probably just have to work a little harder at things, or at the worst relearn how to speak, but I think every thing she does is linked directly to her frontal cortex, which isn't working. I don't think she can function without it." At this prognosis Sam started crying harder, even hiccuping between sobs. Jack had stopped his tears, but Daniel had started pacing.
"Is there nothing you can do?" Teal'c asked.
"Cassi produces some sort of hormone that is usually very high in her blood and her brain, but is almost undectable now. I might be able to synthicate it, but it could take months, even years. Especially if I don't know why she stopped producing it in the first place." Janet replied. Jack looked up.
"We have to go back to that planet."