Things Don't Always Turn Out That Way Part 3

By: the female apophis

(See part 1 for all the background stuff.)

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Recklessly

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On reaching the SGC, Janet Fraiser rushed out and wheeled Sam down to intensive care. Somehow, Sam had survived the incident, and the poison hadn't killed her; but if she wasn't watched very carefully, she could go into cardiac arrest and ultimately die. Janet knew it was gonna take a while to get everything out of Sam's system. The medics in the helicopter had told her what the situation was. She didn't know what would happen if Sam died. Too many people depended on her brilliant ideas to save the planet. Sam was probably the best thing that had ever happened to the SGC, hell probably the Air Force in general.

Jack ran the entire distance from the elevator to the infirmary. He knocked several SF's over in the process, and he threw 'sorry' over his shoulder as he ran.

When he got there, one of the nurses told him that Sam was still in intensive care. That was good, it meant that she was still alive. There was hope for her yet.

He took a seat and was soon joined by Teal'c and Daniel. They dropped unceremoniously down into their chairs, still lost in their own thoughts.

Jack couldn't stand it. He was beginning to grow impatient. But the fact that she was still in intensive care was, although annoying as hell, still a good sign. It meant that she was still alive. He kept clinging onto that thought for the little bit of hope and happiness it brought him.

Four hours later, Janet came in and prepared to tell them exactly what was going on. She untied the mask from her face and looked at them. She felt exhausted, and was sure she looked it. She took in the men sitting before her.

Teal'c, at first glance, looked the same. But on closer inspection she saw that his jaw was tense and his hands were clasped rather tightly in front of him.

Daniel looked disheveled. His hair was sticking up everywhere, and as she watched, he unfolded his arms from where they were around his chest to run his fingers through it once more. He had his glasses dangling carelessly in his left hand and was pinching the bridge of his nose.

Jack looked the worst. He looked a good ten years older than usual and she only hoped the news she was about to tell them would change that.

"Well, I have both good and bad news."

"What is it?" the desperation in Jack's voice didn't go unnoticed by anyone. At the moment, he really didn't care.

"Well, the good news is, we got all the poison out of her system. This in itself is a miracle considering Sam's unique body chemistry."

"What's the bad news?" Daniel this time. Jack just seemed eager to go see her.

"Well, it would appear that Sam's slipped into a coma. I don't know when she'll pull out of it, but we're hoping it should be soon. Her body just needs time to rest."

"Can I see her?"

"Go ahead."

Jack got up and entered the room where Sam was being kept. He sat down next to her and took her hand in his own. He placed a small kiss on it before resting his head on the bed. Without realizing it, he noticed the heart monitors hooked up to her, and how Sam was probably only being kept alive by the machines she was hooked up to. The machine's continuous beep lulled him and he was soon asleep.

Hammond smiled down at the occupants in the room from up in the observation deck.

"Dr. Fraiser?"

"Yes sir?"

"Come have a look at this."

She crossed over to where the general was standing and smiled when she realized what he was looking at.

"Being a bit reckless isn't he?"

"Well, it's about time! That's all I have to say."

"I'll agree with you there sir."

Hammond smiled down at the petite woman next to him, and after she smiled in return, left the room only to re-appear a moment later in the very room where Jack and Sam were.

He gently awoke Jack and escorted him to his office. Once there he told Jack about how as long as the two of them didn't let it interfere with their work, he would turn a blind eye to a relationship. As far as he was concerned it fell under the 'Don't ask, don't tell' policy. It suited Jack just fine.

Jack had jumped up and grabbed the general in a hug, after which he made his way quickly back to the infirmary.

It had been two weeks since the incident, and Janet couldn't be happier. Sam had awoken from her coma and had already begun to walk around. She was going to be released in a few weeks.

Sam was thrilled to hear the news that she would be going home. She had missed the little house, and was desperate to spend the night in her own bed again. Now if only she could get a ride...

(The author has decided that at this time, it's up to you what happens next.)

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