"She's doing well. As far as I can tell there has been no damage to her spinal cord. Jacob has spent some time with her, healing the injuries she sustained. But I am recommending that she be put on medical leave for at least 4 weeks. We can't run the risk of aggravating her injuries further."
"Very well Doctor. I'll assign a temporary stand in for SG1."
"Yes sir."
Sam looked at her three team mates. They'd stopped into the infirmary to check on her progress. "Come on. It won't be that bad. Captain Nicolls is a good soldier. I'll be back before you know it."
Jack shifted uncomfortably from one foot to the other. "I know. It's just...."
"We miss you Sam."
"Indeed."
Sam smiled. "I'll be fine. I'm being released today under strict instructions from Janet. I'm not allowed to do anything too strenuous and I've also got to have 24 hour supervision." She pulled a face at the last comment.
"I offered Sam but...General Hammond said he couldn't spare any of us." Daniel smiled.
"It's ok. I'm sure I'll survive."
Jack nodded. "Oh I'm sure you will. Your babysitter has already been assigned." He grinned. "Well...we gotta go. We'll stop by and see you when we get back."
"Have fun. Oh and Daniel..." Daniel raised his head to look at her. "...stay out of trouble. I won't be there to keep an eye on you."
"Yes Major!" He made a mock salute and then followed the rest of them out of the room.
Sam swung her legs over the bed and stood up, stretching.
"So...ready to go home?" Janet smiled at her friend.
"Definitely. No offence Janet but...I've already seen far too much of the inside of your infirmary. I can't wait to get out."
"I'm sure. Well your "babysitter" , as the Colonel so charmingly put it, should be here soon. You got everything you need?"
Sam sighed. "Janet. I really don't need a babysitter. Despite what you might think. I don't have a death wish."
"Uh huh. Well your very extensive medical record states otherwise."
"Very funny." Sam looked up as he entered the infirmary. "You got roped into this eh?"
He smiled. "No...I volunteered. I'm due some time off so I thought..."
Sam watched as Janet subtly left them alone. "We should probably...talk about what happened."
He sat down on a chair next to the bed. "Yeah. It might be good to clear the air."
Sam sat down on the edge of the bed. "I need to apologize. What I did was...inexcusable..."
He frowned. "Well I wouldn't go that far. I kind of hoped that it was something you wanted as well."
Sam looked at him, confused for a moment. "Wha? Oh god...no. I meant apologize for running out on you." She looked down. "If I'm being honest, I'd have to say that had I not drunk so much then...it would never have happened." She looked up and met his gaze. "But not for the reasons you think. If I'd been sober, I would have talked myself out of it as soon as the thought entered my head. I'd have come up with at least 100 reasons why it would be a bad idea. Our work relationship, the distance involved..."
"Sam I..."
"No...I need to say this." She smiled at him softly. "I haven't exactly had a lot of luck in past relationships. After Jonas I swore I'd never get involved with another military man. But...somewhere along the line, over the last 5 years I've known you...my opinion of you changed. And somewhere, my feelings changed to. I like you. I like you a lot. And I really can't deny that for any longer. I'm not sorry about what happened. Although I do have one regret."
"Which is?"
"I regret that it never happened sooner. I wish I'd followed my heart instead of my head for a change. And I wish...I wish that it hadn't taken alcohol to give me the courage to try."
He chuckled softly. "Well...it didn't exactly play out the way I'd planned it either. But what I'd like to know is...is there a chance for us? Would it be possible for the two of us to have a relationship? I'm not going to lie to you Samantha...I love you, very much. And if there's even the slightest chance that we could be together...then I'll take it."
Sam sniggered softly and raised an eyebrow. "Samantha?"
He shrugged. "Well I figured everyone around here either calls you 'Carter' or 'Major Carter' or 'Sam'. I like your full name, and it makes me feel like we have a relationship outside of work, if I use it. Do you mind?"
"No. I don't mind. It's nice."
"So?"
Sam sighed softly. "You know my job. You know the hours I keep, the work I have to do. It's not going to be easy with you living so far away."
"I know. I've been offered a transfer. The Pentagon wants a liaison stationed here permanently."
"You going to take it?"
"Would you like me too?"
Sam looked into his eyes. "It's your decision. But...it would be nice to have you around more."
He nodded and took her hand, helping her off the bed. "Well. We'll talk about that more later. But for now. I suggest we make our escape before something else comes up."
They walked out of the infirmary and waited for the elevator. Just as they were getting in, a call went out over the tannoy. "Major Paul Davis to the Control Room."
He grinned as he pressed the bottom for the surface. "I'm going to pretend I didn't hear that."
Sam looked at him, his green eyes sparkling with laughter. "You'll get into trouble for that Major!"
"I really don't care...Samantha!" He smiled as the doors closed and kissed her gently. "I have more important things to deal with at the moment."
"Such as?"
He pulled her into a gentle hug, softly stroking the back of her neck. "Taking care of you."
"Very well Doctor. I'll assign a temporary stand in for SG1."
"Yes sir."
Sam looked at her three team mates. They'd stopped into the infirmary to check on her progress. "Come on. It won't be that bad. Captain Nicolls is a good soldier. I'll be back before you know it."
Jack shifted uncomfortably from one foot to the other. "I know. It's just...."
"We miss you Sam."
"Indeed."
Sam smiled. "I'll be fine. I'm being released today under strict instructions from Janet. I'm not allowed to do anything too strenuous and I've also got to have 24 hour supervision." She pulled a face at the last comment.
"I offered Sam but...General Hammond said he couldn't spare any of us." Daniel smiled.
"It's ok. I'm sure I'll survive."
Jack nodded. "Oh I'm sure you will. Your babysitter has already been assigned." He grinned. "Well...we gotta go. We'll stop by and see you when we get back."
"Have fun. Oh and Daniel..." Daniel raised his head to look at her. "...stay out of trouble. I won't be there to keep an eye on you."
"Yes Major!" He made a mock salute and then followed the rest of them out of the room.
Sam swung her legs over the bed and stood up, stretching.
"So...ready to go home?" Janet smiled at her friend.
"Definitely. No offence Janet but...I've already seen far too much of the inside of your infirmary. I can't wait to get out."
"I'm sure. Well your "babysitter" , as the Colonel so charmingly put it, should be here soon. You got everything you need?"
Sam sighed. "Janet. I really don't need a babysitter. Despite what you might think. I don't have a death wish."
"Uh huh. Well your very extensive medical record states otherwise."
"Very funny." Sam looked up as he entered the infirmary. "You got roped into this eh?"
He smiled. "No...I volunteered. I'm due some time off so I thought..."
Sam watched as Janet subtly left them alone. "We should probably...talk about what happened."
He sat down on a chair next to the bed. "Yeah. It might be good to clear the air."
Sam sat down on the edge of the bed. "I need to apologize. What I did was...inexcusable..."
He frowned. "Well I wouldn't go that far. I kind of hoped that it was something you wanted as well."
Sam looked at him, confused for a moment. "Wha? Oh god...no. I meant apologize for running out on you." She looked down. "If I'm being honest, I'd have to say that had I not drunk so much then...it would never have happened." She looked up and met his gaze. "But not for the reasons you think. If I'd been sober, I would have talked myself out of it as soon as the thought entered my head. I'd have come up with at least 100 reasons why it would be a bad idea. Our work relationship, the distance involved..."
"Sam I..."
"No...I need to say this." She smiled at him softly. "I haven't exactly had a lot of luck in past relationships. After Jonas I swore I'd never get involved with another military man. But...somewhere along the line, over the last 5 years I've known you...my opinion of you changed. And somewhere, my feelings changed to. I like you. I like you a lot. And I really can't deny that for any longer. I'm not sorry about what happened. Although I do have one regret."
"Which is?"
"I regret that it never happened sooner. I wish I'd followed my heart instead of my head for a change. And I wish...I wish that it hadn't taken alcohol to give me the courage to try."
He chuckled softly. "Well...it didn't exactly play out the way I'd planned it either. But what I'd like to know is...is there a chance for us? Would it be possible for the two of us to have a relationship? I'm not going to lie to you Samantha...I love you, very much. And if there's even the slightest chance that we could be together...then I'll take it."
Sam sniggered softly and raised an eyebrow. "Samantha?"
He shrugged. "Well I figured everyone around here either calls you 'Carter' or 'Major Carter' or 'Sam'. I like your full name, and it makes me feel like we have a relationship outside of work, if I use it. Do you mind?"
"No. I don't mind. It's nice."
"So?"
Sam sighed softly. "You know my job. You know the hours I keep, the work I have to do. It's not going to be easy with you living so far away."
"I know. I've been offered a transfer. The Pentagon wants a liaison stationed here permanently."
"You going to take it?"
"Would you like me too?"
Sam looked into his eyes. "It's your decision. But...it would be nice to have you around more."
He nodded and took her hand, helping her off the bed. "Well. We'll talk about that more later. But for now. I suggest we make our escape before something else comes up."
They walked out of the infirmary and waited for the elevator. Just as they were getting in, a call went out over the tannoy. "Major Paul Davis to the Control Room."
He grinned as he pressed the bottom for the surface. "I'm going to pretend I didn't hear that."
Sam looked at him, his green eyes sparkling with laughter. "You'll get into trouble for that Major!"
"I really don't care...Samantha!" He smiled as the doors closed and kissed her gently. "I have more important things to deal with at the moment."
"Such as?"
He pulled her into a gentle hug, softly stroking the back of her neck. "Taking care of you."