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Chapter 4: Jonas to the Rescue!
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"Is everyone okay?" Jonas asked, picking himself up off the floor. "Jack needs
to get better seat belts," he mumbled to himself. "Sam, Janet . . ." his voice trailed
off as he peeked over the seat to find Sam slumped across the wheel and Janet up
against the window. Instinctively, he threw open his door, but quickly closed it as
the vehicle began to turn over! Scrambling to the other side, he managed to force
the vehicle back on all fours.
"Sam!" he cried. Realizing both women were unconscious, Jonas took a deep
breath and threw open the drivers' side door. His boots crunching on the icy
ground, he cautiously stepped out of the truck. Anxiously, Jonas yanked open
Sam's door and placed two fingers against her carotid artery. Feeling the blood
pulsate strongly beneath his fingertips, Jonas gave Sam's shoulder a gentle shake.
Her eyes fluttered open, "Huh, what?"
"Sam," he whispered, "Are you okay? The baby . . ."
Recalling her surroundings, Sam's hand immediately flew to her bulging stomach.
Smiling wryly, she replied, "Alive and kicking. I think I woke it up."
Jonas's ghost of a smile vanished when he looked over at Janet. "What?" Sam
asked in alarm. She turned to look at her friend. "Janet!" she gasped. Clambering
clumsily to Janet's side, Sam froze as she felt the pick-up lurch.
Quickly, Jonas pulled Sam back to her seat. "I need you to get out of the car.
Then I'll pull out Janet."
Clearly shaken, Sam nodded numbly. "But if she's hurt . . ."
"I know it won't be good to move her, but we have no choice. Will you be able
to able grab Janet's ankles as her feet clear the seat?"
Sam nodded. "Just say when."
"Good." Carefully, Jonas stretched across the seat and undid Janet's seat belt.
Locking his arms under hers, he pulled Janet across the seat. "Now!" he yelled.
Instantly, Sam reached for her ankles. Jonas strengthened his grip on Janet.
"Okay, you can let go now,thanks." Hoisting Janet up into his arms, he cradled her
bloody head against his shoulder.
Sam reached up and felt Janet's wrist. "Erratic but strong."
"Good. The sooner we get her awake and warm, the better."
Jonas's gaze flicked to Sam. His eyes danced with amusement at the
astonished look on her face. "Didn't think I'd be able to carry her huh?"
"I didn't expect . . . no," Sam stated flatly.
With a groan, Jonas shifted the doctor in his arms, as a spasm of pain twinged in
his lower back and traveled down his leg. "Uh Sam?"
"Hmm?" she asked, lost in thought, as they began the long trudge through the
snow-covered ground to the cabin.
"You know those bone-crushing doctors you are always talking about?"
Sam smothered a laugh, "Chiropractors you mean."
"Yes well, I think I am going to need one soon." Sam howled with laughter.
A mixture of irritation and hurt on his face, Jonas stared at her. "What's so
funny?" he demanded.
"Nothing, it's just . . . bone crushing. You mean bone crunching."
"Oh yeah, bone crunching . . . right. That's what Jack is always saying.
Straightening up, Jonas repeated Jack's words with gusto, " ' Bone crunchers -- are
the last people I need to see, what with my knees, arms, back and all."
Sam rubbed at her eyes. "That's my Jack."
"Don't cry. We'll be fine, Sam."
"You never cease to amaze me, Jonas," Sam replied with a shake of her head.
"If it wasn't for my hormones . . ."
Jonas just shook his head and smiled. "Two SG-1 members in a Sarcophagus.
You and Jack are more alike than you may realize."
Fishing the cabin key out of her pocket, Sam looked up at him through her tears
and laughed. Unlocking the cabin door, Sam pushed it open, only to be met by a
cold burst of air.
"It's awfully cold in here. Somehow I thought it would be warmer," Jonas
commented.
"Jack doesn't have electric heating. This is his place to get back to basics.
We'll just have to chuck some firewood into the fireplace." Jonas cocked his head in
confusion. Sam looked at him and grinned. "I mean throw some wood into the
fireplace."
"Gotcha. I'll go look for some -- as soon as I lay Janet on the sofa. Sam pulled
the beige receiver off it's hook and dialed the SGC while Jonas closed the front door
shut with his foot. His arms ached as he laid Janet on the couch. "Excuse me Sam,
where do you keep the blankets?"
"Just grab one off the bed, upstairs," Sam replied. Impatiently, she drummed
her fingernails against the wood counter, waiting for someone to pick up the
telephone line.
"O'Neill speaking."
"Jack . . ."
"Sam, I was beginning to worry. Are you and Janet alright? We are stuck here
at the SGC. Blizzard."
"Same here. We're at the cabin."
Jack breathed a sigh of relief. "Good, at least you're okay."
"Not exactly. We were in an accident . . ."
"Sam!" Jack cried into the receiver. The silence coming from the other end was
deafening.
"Jack!" Sam stared back at the receiver in disbelief. She slammed the phone
down and turned to Jonas, who was covering up a shivering Janet. "The telephone
lines are down." Then the single lamp that Jack left on 24/7, flickered out.
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Chapter 4: Jonas to the Rescue!
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"Is everyone okay?" Jonas asked, picking himself up off the floor. "Jack needs
to get better seat belts," he mumbled to himself. "Sam, Janet . . ." his voice trailed
off as he peeked over the seat to find Sam slumped across the wheel and Janet up
against the window. Instinctively, he threw open his door, but quickly closed it as
the vehicle began to turn over! Scrambling to the other side, he managed to force
the vehicle back on all fours.
"Sam!" he cried. Realizing both women were unconscious, Jonas took a deep
breath and threw open the drivers' side door. His boots crunching on the icy
ground, he cautiously stepped out of the truck. Anxiously, Jonas yanked open
Sam's door and placed two fingers against her carotid artery. Feeling the blood
pulsate strongly beneath his fingertips, Jonas gave Sam's shoulder a gentle shake.
Her eyes fluttered open, "Huh, what?"
"Sam," he whispered, "Are you okay? The baby . . ."
Recalling her surroundings, Sam's hand immediately flew to her bulging stomach.
Smiling wryly, she replied, "Alive and kicking. I think I woke it up."
Jonas's ghost of a smile vanished when he looked over at Janet. "What?" Sam
asked in alarm. She turned to look at her friend. "Janet!" she gasped. Clambering
clumsily to Janet's side, Sam froze as she felt the pick-up lurch.
Quickly, Jonas pulled Sam back to her seat. "I need you to get out of the car.
Then I'll pull out Janet."
Clearly shaken, Sam nodded numbly. "But if she's hurt . . ."
"I know it won't be good to move her, but we have no choice. Will you be able
to able grab Janet's ankles as her feet clear the seat?"
Sam nodded. "Just say when."
"Good." Carefully, Jonas stretched across the seat and undid Janet's seat belt.
Locking his arms under hers, he pulled Janet across the seat. "Now!" he yelled.
Instantly, Sam reached for her ankles. Jonas strengthened his grip on Janet.
"Okay, you can let go now,thanks." Hoisting Janet up into his arms, he cradled her
bloody head against his shoulder.
Sam reached up and felt Janet's wrist. "Erratic but strong."
"Good. The sooner we get her awake and warm, the better."
Jonas's gaze flicked to Sam. His eyes danced with amusement at the
astonished look on her face. "Didn't think I'd be able to carry her huh?"
"I didn't expect . . . no," Sam stated flatly.
With a groan, Jonas shifted the doctor in his arms, as a spasm of pain twinged in
his lower back and traveled down his leg. "Uh Sam?"
"Hmm?" she asked, lost in thought, as they began the long trudge through the
snow-covered ground to the cabin.
"You know those bone-crushing doctors you are always talking about?"
Sam smothered a laugh, "Chiropractors you mean."
"Yes well, I think I am going to need one soon." Sam howled with laughter.
A mixture of irritation and hurt on his face, Jonas stared at her. "What's so
funny?" he demanded.
"Nothing, it's just . . . bone crushing. You mean bone crunching."
"Oh yeah, bone crunching . . . right. That's what Jack is always saying.
Straightening up, Jonas repeated Jack's words with gusto, " ' Bone crunchers -- are
the last people I need to see, what with my knees, arms, back and all."
Sam rubbed at her eyes. "That's my Jack."
"Don't cry. We'll be fine, Sam."
"You never cease to amaze me, Jonas," Sam replied with a shake of her head.
"If it wasn't for my hormones . . ."
Jonas just shook his head and smiled. "Two SG-1 members in a Sarcophagus.
You and Jack are more alike than you may realize."
Fishing the cabin key out of her pocket, Sam looked up at him through her tears
and laughed. Unlocking the cabin door, Sam pushed it open, only to be met by a
cold burst of air.
"It's awfully cold in here. Somehow I thought it would be warmer," Jonas
commented.
"Jack doesn't have electric heating. This is his place to get back to basics.
We'll just have to chuck some firewood into the fireplace." Jonas cocked his head in
confusion. Sam looked at him and grinned. "I mean throw some wood into the
fireplace."
"Gotcha. I'll go look for some -- as soon as I lay Janet on the sofa. Sam pulled
the beige receiver off it's hook and dialed the SGC while Jonas closed the front door
shut with his foot. His arms ached as he laid Janet on the couch. "Excuse me Sam,
where do you keep the blankets?"
"Just grab one off the bed, upstairs," Sam replied. Impatiently, she drummed
her fingernails against the wood counter, waiting for someone to pick up the
telephone line.
"O'Neill speaking."
"Jack . . ."
"Sam, I was beginning to worry. Are you and Janet alright? We are stuck here
at the SGC. Blizzard."
"Same here. We're at the cabin."
Jack breathed a sigh of relief. "Good, at least you're okay."
"Not exactly. We were in an accident . . ."
"Sam!" Jack cried into the receiver. The silence coming from the other end was
deafening.
"Jack!" Sam stared back at the receiver in disbelief. She slammed the phone
down and turned to Jonas, who was covering up a shivering Janet. "The telephone
lines are down." Then the single lamp that Jack left on 24/7, flickered out.
