Author's Note: I could be wrong in my dialing order... wouldn't be the first
time I messed something technical up! But we'll pretend the origin comes
last, even if it doesn't. (at least for my story we will) I was just going
by the last symbol they put in the computer in the movie before dialing it
up.
~*~
The alarms went off as the Stargate started to dial in. Jack was in Hammond's office, dozing in the General's chair. He'd refused to lie down on the sofa, knowing that if he allowed himself to get too comfortable, he'd probably fall into a deeper sleep than he wanted to. So he'd settled himself in the chair. He sat up when the first alarm went off, and looked around wildly. He was on his feet and heading for the door before the second blaring, and heard the announcement that there was an unscheduled off world activation.
It could have been the Tok'ra again. They could have news. He knew if it were the Asgard, they'd have just beamed themselves in. Jack didn't care. He just ran to the stairs that led to the embarkation room. And ran into Sam and Daniel, who looked as though they'd been startled out of their naps, as well.
"Is it the Tok'ra?" Daniel asked. He didn't even have his glasses on, and Jack wondered absently where they were.
"No idea."
They rushed into the embarkation room, where Teal'c was standing next to Hammond. Both looked over as the three came in, but neither looked surprised to see them.
"Who is it?"
Hammond looked up at the Command center, but the Sergeant shook his head. "No IDC, Sir. It's not the Tok'ra."
"Security teams, post!" Hammond ordered. If the Goa'uld had gotten wind that their iris was down, they could have decided to use the opportunity to launch an attack of their own. Jack and the others moved slightly to stand behind one of the M-60's, which had a metal shielding on it that would protect them somewhat from incoming enemy fire. Hammond moved as well, standing on the other side of the ramp, next to the other big gun. Waiting. And waiting. And waiting a little more.
"What the hell?"
Jack moved slightly, looking up at the Gate, which was active. "Are they-"
The Gate flared, and a figure tumbling out, falling immediately and tumbling like a rag doll to the bottom of the ramp. A figure that was wearing jeans and a t-shirt.
"Shawn!"
Jack leapt forward, as did Hammond and the others.
"Close the iris! Medical team to the embarkation room!"
Jack threw himself down next to the boy, pulling him up into his arms, desperately checking him for injuries.
"Shawn!"
The boy looked up at Jack, his dark eyes not really focusing properly, and disbelief in his expression.
"Jack? Is it rea-"
"Thank God..."
The Colonel started to pull the boy against him, but stopped when he heard a gasp of pain. He hadn't missed the head injury, or the fact that Shawn's shirt was stained with blood. Almost frantically, he handed the boy over to Sam, and pulled his shirt up, looking for another source of the blood, something more serious than the gash on his forehead. He didn't see anything, though. Bruises, yes, but no cuts.
"Let me have him, Sam," Fraiser said from behind them. She'd made good time, getting to the embarkation room with a gurney and a medical team only moments after Hammond had called for them.
Carter handed the boy over immediately, but Jack wasn't done with him, and he stood up, intending to take him back. He hadn't yet proved to himself that Shawn was all right. He wasn't ready to-
"Let me check him out, Colonel," Fraiser said, turning and putting her body between Jack and Shawn as she placed the boy on the gurney.
"Jack?"
"It's okay, Shawn," This was Daniel's voice. Jack was too busy trying to get to the boy's side to respond.
"Colonel. Stop."
"Jack, help!" Shawn was struggling against Fraiser, who was someone he didn't know.
"Shawn, you're okay," Fraiser said, trying to soothe the boy. Shawn didn't want to be soothed. He wanted to be held.
"Jack!"
"Colonel, help me out here," Fraiser finally decided Jack could calm the boy where she couldn't. He was in danger of throwing himself off the gurney, and she couldn't risk that. She would have sedated him, but she couldn't get him still enough to get a needle in him.
Jack was already there. He scooped Shawn up off the gurney and felt the boy clinging to him tightly, immediately.
"I gotcha, Shawn," Jack soothed, turning and heading for the infirmary with him still in his arms. "I have you."
"I'm sorry, Jack," Shawn's voice was muffled, by sobs and by the fact that his face was buried against Jack's chest. O'Neill shook his head even though Shawn couldn't see it, and held him closer, forgetting that he was hurt. He couldn't have been gentle just then if his life depended on it.
"We'll talk about it later," Jack told him, his own voice rough from emotions that were struggling to get out that O'Neill wasn't willing to allow. Not now. They entered the infirmary, and Jack headed for the nearest bed. "Listen, Shawn. This is Janet Fraiser. She's a doctor, and a friend of mine. I want you to lay still so she can look you over."
"She knows Sam?"
Jack and Fraiser both nodded, and Shawn looked up as the rest of SG-1, accompanied by Hammond, walked into the infirmary as well, even though they stayed by the door.
"She's Sam's best friend." Jack confirmed.
"I thought you-"
"It's a different kind of friendship. Just do what I tell you, okay?"
Shawn nodded, and Fraiser called to her medical team to help her get the boy cleaned up so they could get a better idea of what injuries he had. As the adult swarmed around him in a confused mass of people, Shawn lost sight of Jack, who had moved to the side to allow the others to work. He'd assured himself of what he needed to know. Shawn was okay. Or would be.
"Jack!"
"Don't panic, buddy," O'Neill told him, moving to the head of the bed so Shawn could see him. "They're not going to hurt you. I promise."
Janet smiled down at him, caressing his soft cheek with a finger. Jack would have said putting on the charm. Fraiser would have said putting on her bedside manner.
"Don't worry. You're in good hands."
Shawn nodded, looking up at her, then over at Jack.
"You'll stay."
"I'll be right by the door. Out of the way." He knew that the medics needed all the room they could get. "If you call, I'll hear you. Okay?"
Shawn nodded again, and Jack backed up away from the bed, allowing another doctor to take his place, then turned and walked to the door, and the group assembled there.
~*~
The alarms went off as the Stargate started to dial in. Jack was in Hammond's office, dozing in the General's chair. He'd refused to lie down on the sofa, knowing that if he allowed himself to get too comfortable, he'd probably fall into a deeper sleep than he wanted to. So he'd settled himself in the chair. He sat up when the first alarm went off, and looked around wildly. He was on his feet and heading for the door before the second blaring, and heard the announcement that there was an unscheduled off world activation.
It could have been the Tok'ra again. They could have news. He knew if it were the Asgard, they'd have just beamed themselves in. Jack didn't care. He just ran to the stairs that led to the embarkation room. And ran into Sam and Daniel, who looked as though they'd been startled out of their naps, as well.
"Is it the Tok'ra?" Daniel asked. He didn't even have his glasses on, and Jack wondered absently where they were.
"No idea."
They rushed into the embarkation room, where Teal'c was standing next to Hammond. Both looked over as the three came in, but neither looked surprised to see them.
"Who is it?"
Hammond looked up at the Command center, but the Sergeant shook his head. "No IDC, Sir. It's not the Tok'ra."
"Security teams, post!" Hammond ordered. If the Goa'uld had gotten wind that their iris was down, they could have decided to use the opportunity to launch an attack of their own. Jack and the others moved slightly to stand behind one of the M-60's, which had a metal shielding on it that would protect them somewhat from incoming enemy fire. Hammond moved as well, standing on the other side of the ramp, next to the other big gun. Waiting. And waiting. And waiting a little more.
"What the hell?"
Jack moved slightly, looking up at the Gate, which was active. "Are they-"
The Gate flared, and a figure tumbling out, falling immediately and tumbling like a rag doll to the bottom of the ramp. A figure that was wearing jeans and a t-shirt.
"Shawn!"
Jack leapt forward, as did Hammond and the others.
"Close the iris! Medical team to the embarkation room!"
Jack threw himself down next to the boy, pulling him up into his arms, desperately checking him for injuries.
"Shawn!"
The boy looked up at Jack, his dark eyes not really focusing properly, and disbelief in his expression.
"Jack? Is it rea-"
"Thank God..."
The Colonel started to pull the boy against him, but stopped when he heard a gasp of pain. He hadn't missed the head injury, or the fact that Shawn's shirt was stained with blood. Almost frantically, he handed the boy over to Sam, and pulled his shirt up, looking for another source of the blood, something more serious than the gash on his forehead. He didn't see anything, though. Bruises, yes, but no cuts.
"Let me have him, Sam," Fraiser said from behind them. She'd made good time, getting to the embarkation room with a gurney and a medical team only moments after Hammond had called for them.
Carter handed the boy over immediately, but Jack wasn't done with him, and he stood up, intending to take him back. He hadn't yet proved to himself that Shawn was all right. He wasn't ready to-
"Let me check him out, Colonel," Fraiser said, turning and putting her body between Jack and Shawn as she placed the boy on the gurney.
"Jack?"
"It's okay, Shawn," This was Daniel's voice. Jack was too busy trying to get to the boy's side to respond.
"Colonel. Stop."
"Jack, help!" Shawn was struggling against Fraiser, who was someone he didn't know.
"Shawn, you're okay," Fraiser said, trying to soothe the boy. Shawn didn't want to be soothed. He wanted to be held.
"Jack!"
"Colonel, help me out here," Fraiser finally decided Jack could calm the boy where she couldn't. He was in danger of throwing himself off the gurney, and she couldn't risk that. She would have sedated him, but she couldn't get him still enough to get a needle in him.
Jack was already there. He scooped Shawn up off the gurney and felt the boy clinging to him tightly, immediately.
"I gotcha, Shawn," Jack soothed, turning and heading for the infirmary with him still in his arms. "I have you."
"I'm sorry, Jack," Shawn's voice was muffled, by sobs and by the fact that his face was buried against Jack's chest. O'Neill shook his head even though Shawn couldn't see it, and held him closer, forgetting that he was hurt. He couldn't have been gentle just then if his life depended on it.
"We'll talk about it later," Jack told him, his own voice rough from emotions that were struggling to get out that O'Neill wasn't willing to allow. Not now. They entered the infirmary, and Jack headed for the nearest bed. "Listen, Shawn. This is Janet Fraiser. She's a doctor, and a friend of mine. I want you to lay still so she can look you over."
"She knows Sam?"
Jack and Fraiser both nodded, and Shawn looked up as the rest of SG-1, accompanied by Hammond, walked into the infirmary as well, even though they stayed by the door.
"She's Sam's best friend." Jack confirmed.
"I thought you-"
"It's a different kind of friendship. Just do what I tell you, okay?"
Shawn nodded, and Fraiser called to her medical team to help her get the boy cleaned up so they could get a better idea of what injuries he had. As the adult swarmed around him in a confused mass of people, Shawn lost sight of Jack, who had moved to the side to allow the others to work. He'd assured himself of what he needed to know. Shawn was okay. Or would be.
"Jack!"
"Don't panic, buddy," O'Neill told him, moving to the head of the bed so Shawn could see him. "They're not going to hurt you. I promise."
Janet smiled down at him, caressing his soft cheek with a finger. Jack would have said putting on the charm. Fraiser would have said putting on her bedside manner.
"Don't worry. You're in good hands."
Shawn nodded, looking up at her, then over at Jack.
"You'll stay."
"I'll be right by the door. Out of the way." He knew that the medics needed all the room they could get. "If you call, I'll hear you. Okay?"
Shawn nodded again, and Jack backed up away from the bed, allowing another doctor to take his place, then turned and walked to the door, and the group assembled there.
