"How is he?" Carter asked when Jack joined them.
"Pretty beat up," Jack said, leaning against the doorframe, his eyes on the crowd of people around the bed.
"But alive." Daniel said, pointing out the obvious.
"Indeed."
"Yeah." There was no mistaking the relief in Jack's voice, or the relief in Teal'c's.
"I'm going to go send a message to the Tok'ra, and let them know we have him. Then I'll call Thor-"
"Don't let that little sneaky bastard leave until I get a chance-"
"I'm sure he's not going to go anywhere," Hammond said, holding a hand up to stop Jack. "The Asgard have a lot to explain."
Hammond didn't even wait for a reply. That was the good thing about being in charge of his little group of hot heads; he didn't have to stand around and listen to them when he didn't want to.
~*~
Fraiser came over to them about twenty minutes later. The four had been kicked out of the infirmary, but had hovered just outside the door. Jack listening in case Shawn called him, the others just waiting to hear how he was doing.
"How is he?" Sam asked, as they all straightened up at her approach.
Janet smiled, which made them all relax a bit without even realizing it. She only smiled when the news was good.
"He's got a nasty concussion, and he sprained his ankle. We're going to x- ray it to make sure it's not broken, but we have to wait for the swelling to go down before we can, or we won't get a good picture."
"But he's okay?" Jack asked.
"He will be. He's pretty shook up, though. We sedated him and put him on an IV to replace fluids, but we'll take the IV out before he wakes up, most likely. The last thing he needs is to be attached to a lot of machines."
"How long will he be out?" Jack asked.
"A few hours, probably more."
"Thanks, Doc." Jack surprised them all by leaning over and kissing Fraiser's cheek. "I'll be back."
He turned and walked down the hall. Janet stared after him, but she wasn't the only one. There was a noticeable pause before the other three turned and followed him, wondering where he was going.
~*~
"You got that thing Thor gave you?"
Hammond looked up as O'Neill walked into the Command center.
"How's Shawn?"
"He's going to be fine. Concussion, maybe a broken ankle, they won't know until they x-ray it. You got that thing?"
Hammond pulled the communications device out of his pocket and handed it to O'Neill.
"I don't need to remind you, Colonel, that the Asgard are our allies?"
Jack scowled, just as Carter, Daniel and Teal'c walked in.
"No, Sir. I know what they are."
"What's up?" Daniel asked.
"I'm going to have a talk with Thor," Jack said, simply. He turned and left the Command center.
"Jack?"
"Daniel?"
"What are you going to talk to Thor about?"
"The weather."
"Seriously, Sir," Carter said from behind Jack where the three were following him down the corridor. "If you just start yelling at him it's-"
Jack turned so sharply that Daniel actually ran into him.
"What do you want me to do, Carter? Let them think it's all right? Stand back and wait for them to do something stupid like this again?" The fury in O'Neill's voice was plain, now. All the frustration of the last two days coming out and lashing against the person who deserved it the least. Carter didn't back down, though.
"Of course not. But Thor isn't the only one who is at fault. Shawn knew what he was doing. I know he didn't mean to get lost, but he knew what he was doing when he got into that Attacker, and he knew you wouldn't approve and he did it anyways." She gave him a moment to let that sink in, then continued. "What makes you think he won't do it again?"
"He won't."
"He very well might, and you know it. Yelling at Thor isn't going to change the fact that Shawn knows a lot more than he should, and that he's anxious to use that knowledge."
"What am I supposed to do, Carter?" Jack asked. "Let the Asgard keep screwing around with him? Teaching him who knows what? Letting him get into situations like this where we end up-"
"No, Jack." Sam shook her head. "The Asgard can't be allowed to continue what they've been doing. Not the way they've been doing it, anyways. It's too dangerous."
"What then?"
"Let's go talk to Hammond."
"Pretty beat up," Jack said, leaning against the doorframe, his eyes on the crowd of people around the bed.
"But alive." Daniel said, pointing out the obvious.
"Indeed."
"Yeah." There was no mistaking the relief in Jack's voice, or the relief in Teal'c's.
"I'm going to go send a message to the Tok'ra, and let them know we have him. Then I'll call Thor-"
"Don't let that little sneaky bastard leave until I get a chance-"
"I'm sure he's not going to go anywhere," Hammond said, holding a hand up to stop Jack. "The Asgard have a lot to explain."
Hammond didn't even wait for a reply. That was the good thing about being in charge of his little group of hot heads; he didn't have to stand around and listen to them when he didn't want to.
~*~
Fraiser came over to them about twenty minutes later. The four had been kicked out of the infirmary, but had hovered just outside the door. Jack listening in case Shawn called him, the others just waiting to hear how he was doing.
"How is he?" Sam asked, as they all straightened up at her approach.
Janet smiled, which made them all relax a bit without even realizing it. She only smiled when the news was good.
"He's got a nasty concussion, and he sprained his ankle. We're going to x- ray it to make sure it's not broken, but we have to wait for the swelling to go down before we can, or we won't get a good picture."
"But he's okay?" Jack asked.
"He will be. He's pretty shook up, though. We sedated him and put him on an IV to replace fluids, but we'll take the IV out before he wakes up, most likely. The last thing he needs is to be attached to a lot of machines."
"How long will he be out?" Jack asked.
"A few hours, probably more."
"Thanks, Doc." Jack surprised them all by leaning over and kissing Fraiser's cheek. "I'll be back."
He turned and walked down the hall. Janet stared after him, but she wasn't the only one. There was a noticeable pause before the other three turned and followed him, wondering where he was going.
~*~
"You got that thing Thor gave you?"
Hammond looked up as O'Neill walked into the Command center.
"How's Shawn?"
"He's going to be fine. Concussion, maybe a broken ankle, they won't know until they x-ray it. You got that thing?"
Hammond pulled the communications device out of his pocket and handed it to O'Neill.
"I don't need to remind you, Colonel, that the Asgard are our allies?"
Jack scowled, just as Carter, Daniel and Teal'c walked in.
"No, Sir. I know what they are."
"What's up?" Daniel asked.
"I'm going to have a talk with Thor," Jack said, simply. He turned and left the Command center.
"Jack?"
"Daniel?"
"What are you going to talk to Thor about?"
"The weather."
"Seriously, Sir," Carter said from behind Jack where the three were following him down the corridor. "If you just start yelling at him it's-"
Jack turned so sharply that Daniel actually ran into him.
"What do you want me to do, Carter? Let them think it's all right? Stand back and wait for them to do something stupid like this again?" The fury in O'Neill's voice was plain, now. All the frustration of the last two days coming out and lashing against the person who deserved it the least. Carter didn't back down, though.
"Of course not. But Thor isn't the only one who is at fault. Shawn knew what he was doing. I know he didn't mean to get lost, but he knew what he was doing when he got into that Attacker, and he knew you wouldn't approve and he did it anyways." She gave him a moment to let that sink in, then continued. "What makes you think he won't do it again?"
"He won't."
"He very well might, and you know it. Yelling at Thor isn't going to change the fact that Shawn knows a lot more than he should, and that he's anxious to use that knowledge."
"What am I supposed to do, Carter?" Jack asked. "Let the Asgard keep screwing around with him? Teaching him who knows what? Letting him get into situations like this where we end up-"
"No, Jack." Sam shook her head. "The Asgard can't be allowed to continue what they've been doing. Not the way they've been doing it, anyways. It's too dangerous."
"What then?"
"Let's go talk to Hammond."
