(This one is short, sorry, but I needed transition)
"I'll watch him if you want to go to your house and gather some things," Janet told Carter. She gestured pointedly towards the clothing Sam was wearing.
"Mine were wet, so I borrowed his," she said. "I really should get some stuff. And some groceries, too, if I know the Colonel."
The two women stood up and walked into the kitchen. Janet looked around with distaste at the mess, while Carter opened the fridge. "Oh yeah, we'll definitely need some groceries."
Frasier came over to look and wrinkled her nose. "Unless you want to live on mayo and moldy milk, it's probably not a bad idea." She shut the door, and shooed Sam out of the kitchen.
"Go get done what you need to do. I'll start cleaning up this mess."
Carter nodded and went into the bathroom to get her keys from her slacks, and looked into the Colonel's bedroom when she passed it. She hesitated, wanting to say something to him, but couldn't think of anything that might help, and wasn't ready to have him start hurting her again. Not yet. She walked back down the hall and into the living room.
"I'll be back as soon as possible," she said to Janet, who was already running water into the sink to start rinsing dishes for the dishwasher.
"That's fine, Sam. Take your time."
She didn't take her time, but she was also careful to make sure she brought everything she thought she might need. A couple changes of loose comfortable clothing. A pair of pajamas. Her toothbrush. A couple of books that she'd been interested in reading, since she knew what kind of books the Colonel had at his house and very few were anything she was into reading. She took much longer at the market, trying to figure out what kind of food she'd be able to convince O'Neill to eat. And she wasn't that great of a cook, so she also made sure that she didn't buy anything too complicated. Steaks and potatoes, and eggs and bacon. And some frozen juices. If they needed anything else, she could always come back.
"Sam's going to stay with you for a couple of days," Janet said softly, sitting on the edge of Jack's bed once more. She reached out and brushed her fingers along his stubbled cheek, trying to give what comfort she could and knowing that there was nothing she'd be able to do. He didn't respond.
"You need to make sure you drink a lot of fluids, Colonel. You're a little dehydrated. If you don't, I'm going to send for an ambulance and have you taken to the SGC."
There was still no response, but Janet knew he could hear her. Of course, that didn't mean he was going to listen to her. She stood up and walked into the living room just as Carter opened the door, arms filled with bags of groceries and personal stuff.
"Here, let me have some of that," Frasier took the food and left Sam alone to stow her few belongings in the guest room.
"Has he said anything?" Carter asked when she came back out into the kitchen.
"Not a word." Janet looked over at her friend as she put a loaf of bread away. "If you need me, I want you to call me immediately, okay? Even if it's just to have a shoulder."
"I will." Sam assured her. "Any last doctor's orders?"
"Make sure he drinks plenty of fluids, try to get him to eat, and don't take anything he says to heart."
"I'll try."
Janet left and Sam took a deep breath and walked back into O'Neill's bedroom. It was late, and she was tired and more than ready to get some sleep, but she wanted to try one last time before she retired for the night. She sat on the edge of the bed, looking down at him, wondering what he was thinking about, and how she'd get him to share it.
"I'm going to bed, Sir," she whispered, unsure if he were awake.
He didn't respond, and Sam felt the prickle of tears. She fought them back; knowing the last thing he needed was a hysterical woman hanging around. Knowing that no one would know, Sam leaned over and placed a gentle kiss on his cheek, just below his eye, then stood up.
"I'm sorry, Sir. I should have noticed something was wrong earlier, and helped you before it became so bad."
She left his room, then, because she couldn't fight the tears back anymore, and went into the bathroom where she turned the water in the sink on loud enough to drown out the sound of her sobs.
Great. She thought this was all her fault. Jack sighed, feeling a stab of annoyance at his 2IC. It wasn't her fault. Nothing was her fault. It was his. He was the one who'd left Daniel alone. Who'd allowed Daniel to do something stupid and the ultimate price should have been Jack's. Not Daniel's. He should have died. Daniel's death was his fault. Not Carter's. He shouldn't have let Daniel talk him into stopping Jacob Carter, either, come to think of it. A damaged Daniel was better than no Daniel. Jack knew that now. He was so stupid. It was all his fault. He fell asleep repeating that to himself, and slept restlessly.
"I'll watch him if you want to go to your house and gather some things," Janet told Carter. She gestured pointedly towards the clothing Sam was wearing.
"Mine were wet, so I borrowed his," she said. "I really should get some stuff. And some groceries, too, if I know the Colonel."
The two women stood up and walked into the kitchen. Janet looked around with distaste at the mess, while Carter opened the fridge. "Oh yeah, we'll definitely need some groceries."
Frasier came over to look and wrinkled her nose. "Unless you want to live on mayo and moldy milk, it's probably not a bad idea." She shut the door, and shooed Sam out of the kitchen.
"Go get done what you need to do. I'll start cleaning up this mess."
Carter nodded and went into the bathroom to get her keys from her slacks, and looked into the Colonel's bedroom when she passed it. She hesitated, wanting to say something to him, but couldn't think of anything that might help, and wasn't ready to have him start hurting her again. Not yet. She walked back down the hall and into the living room.
"I'll be back as soon as possible," she said to Janet, who was already running water into the sink to start rinsing dishes for the dishwasher.
"That's fine, Sam. Take your time."
She didn't take her time, but she was also careful to make sure she brought everything she thought she might need. A couple changes of loose comfortable clothing. A pair of pajamas. Her toothbrush. A couple of books that she'd been interested in reading, since she knew what kind of books the Colonel had at his house and very few were anything she was into reading. She took much longer at the market, trying to figure out what kind of food she'd be able to convince O'Neill to eat. And she wasn't that great of a cook, so she also made sure that she didn't buy anything too complicated. Steaks and potatoes, and eggs and bacon. And some frozen juices. If they needed anything else, she could always come back.
"Sam's going to stay with you for a couple of days," Janet said softly, sitting on the edge of Jack's bed once more. She reached out and brushed her fingers along his stubbled cheek, trying to give what comfort she could and knowing that there was nothing she'd be able to do. He didn't respond.
"You need to make sure you drink a lot of fluids, Colonel. You're a little dehydrated. If you don't, I'm going to send for an ambulance and have you taken to the SGC."
There was still no response, but Janet knew he could hear her. Of course, that didn't mean he was going to listen to her. She stood up and walked into the living room just as Carter opened the door, arms filled with bags of groceries and personal stuff.
"Here, let me have some of that," Frasier took the food and left Sam alone to stow her few belongings in the guest room.
"Has he said anything?" Carter asked when she came back out into the kitchen.
"Not a word." Janet looked over at her friend as she put a loaf of bread away. "If you need me, I want you to call me immediately, okay? Even if it's just to have a shoulder."
"I will." Sam assured her. "Any last doctor's orders?"
"Make sure he drinks plenty of fluids, try to get him to eat, and don't take anything he says to heart."
"I'll try."
Janet left and Sam took a deep breath and walked back into O'Neill's bedroom. It was late, and she was tired and more than ready to get some sleep, but she wanted to try one last time before she retired for the night. She sat on the edge of the bed, looking down at him, wondering what he was thinking about, and how she'd get him to share it.
"I'm going to bed, Sir," she whispered, unsure if he were awake.
He didn't respond, and Sam felt the prickle of tears. She fought them back; knowing the last thing he needed was a hysterical woman hanging around. Knowing that no one would know, Sam leaned over and placed a gentle kiss on his cheek, just below his eye, then stood up.
"I'm sorry, Sir. I should have noticed something was wrong earlier, and helped you before it became so bad."
She left his room, then, because she couldn't fight the tears back anymore, and went into the bathroom where she turned the water in the sink on loud enough to drown out the sound of her sobs.
Great. She thought this was all her fault. Jack sighed, feeling a stab of annoyance at his 2IC. It wasn't her fault. Nothing was her fault. It was his. He was the one who'd left Daniel alone. Who'd allowed Daniel to do something stupid and the ultimate price should have been Jack's. Not Daniel's. He should have died. Daniel's death was his fault. Not Carter's. He shouldn't have let Daniel talk him into stopping Jacob Carter, either, come to think of it. A damaged Daniel was better than no Daniel. Jack knew that now. He was so stupid. It was all his fault. He fell asleep repeating that to himself, and slept restlessly.
