Dr Frasier's head popped around the door. She hesitated when she saw Jack
cuddling Sam. She was tempted to smile. She'd been hoping Sam and Jack
would get together for ages. Sam was her friend and often came round her
house and, well, Sam, as much as she could handle her liquor as well as
many men, she did occasionally get drunk. Janet often let Sam crash at her
house, and she'd heard a lot of, forgotten, drunk ramblings about how sexy
Jack was. Personally, Janet couldn't see it.
Then, Sam looked up. Janet saw her tear-streaked face and went over to her friend and crouched next to her. "Sam? What's up? Is it about Daniel?"
Sam nodded.
"Well, that's what I'm here about."
"What's wrong?" Interrupted Sam quickly. She felt her heart sink. If anything happened to Daniel, she couldn't live with herself, he was just like her little brother, and she'd let him down.
Janet smiled.
"Nothing. He's going to be fine. He was hit around the head with something, very heavy- or so it appears. He's come 'round. He has a mild concussion. He'll be fine soon. But I'm not letting him out of the infirmary for a few days. He seems to be suffering from exhaustion. He's had it coming. He works too hard. That's why he had trouble getting to sleep. But now," laughed Janet "Well, he's going to sleep, whether he likes it or not."
Sam breathed a sigh of relief.
Jack breathed an even bigger sigh of relief.
Teal'c opened the door and walked in, a large rock in his hand.
"Teal'c! What the heck is that?"
"I found it in DrJackson's pocket O'Neill. It has Goa'uld text on it. I have begun to translate it and," Teal'c stopped and looked at Janet.
It was a look that Jack new well, "Can you please excuse us Dr Frasier?" He walked over and opened the door, giving Janet a wink as he went, to make sure she didn't think it was anything to important.
"OK colonel. I need to check on my patients anyway." She said, casting a smile towards Sam and Jack closed the door behind her.
"Well, Teal'c?"
"I have found something very interesting O'Neill."
"Which is?"
"This stone contains orders for the construction of the mural that we found on PX5-742.
"Which means?"
"It gives orders to several artists commissioned to work for the Air force."
"Which means?" Jack was starting to get impatient.
"Which means we couldn't have drawn it." Whispered Sam.
(more coming soon! Sorry to be evil like this!)
Then, Sam looked up. Janet saw her tear-streaked face and went over to her friend and crouched next to her. "Sam? What's up? Is it about Daniel?"
Sam nodded.
"Well, that's what I'm here about."
"What's wrong?" Interrupted Sam quickly. She felt her heart sink. If anything happened to Daniel, she couldn't live with herself, he was just like her little brother, and she'd let him down.
Janet smiled.
"Nothing. He's going to be fine. He was hit around the head with something, very heavy- or so it appears. He's come 'round. He has a mild concussion. He'll be fine soon. But I'm not letting him out of the infirmary for a few days. He seems to be suffering from exhaustion. He's had it coming. He works too hard. That's why he had trouble getting to sleep. But now," laughed Janet "Well, he's going to sleep, whether he likes it or not."
Sam breathed a sigh of relief.
Jack breathed an even bigger sigh of relief.
Teal'c opened the door and walked in, a large rock in his hand.
"Teal'c! What the heck is that?"
"I found it in DrJackson's pocket O'Neill. It has Goa'uld text on it. I have begun to translate it and," Teal'c stopped and looked at Janet.
It was a look that Jack new well, "Can you please excuse us Dr Frasier?" He walked over and opened the door, giving Janet a wink as he went, to make sure she didn't think it was anything to important.
"OK colonel. I need to check on my patients anyway." She said, casting a smile towards Sam and Jack closed the door behind her.
"Well, Teal'c?"
"I have found something very interesting O'Neill."
"Which is?"
"This stone contains orders for the construction of the mural that we found on PX5-742.
"Which means?"
"It gives orders to several artists commissioned to work for the Air force."
"Which means?" Jack was starting to get impatient.
"Which means we couldn't have drawn it." Whispered Sam.
(more coming soon! Sorry to be evil like this!)