"I'm going to get some dinner," Daniel said as Hammond left the room. "You
guys want to come?"
"I will," Sam nodded.
"As will I."
"Jack?"
O'Neill shook his head, and looked at them. "You guys go ahead. I've got something I want to do."
They nodded and left, Jack trailing behind Teal'c like a big buff-colored shadow. Jaffer stayed with his Colonel, though, and Jack looked down at him when the door closed behind the rest of his team and Fraiser. The brown, intelligent eyes looked back at him, plainly asking what they were going to do now.
"Let's go check on him, Jaffer, shall we?"
They left the briefing room and went to the infirmary, where two Marines were guarding the main door. The two were armed with zats and side arms, and Jack nodded approvingly. He didn't know what was going on with this Shawn, and until he did, he was going to make sure nothing happened to him.
"Anything happening, guys?"
"No, Sir."
"Doctor Fraiser is in there, Sir."
Jack nodded, and opened the door, and he and Jaffer walked in. Janet turned when the door opened and looked down at Jaffer with a slightly disapproving look.
"He's house trained," Jack said, noticing the look.
"He'd better not get in the way."
"Want to take him for a walk?" Jack asked, grinning slightly maliciously. Janet and Cassandra had dog-sat for Jack once when he was off-world on an extended mission. This had been when Jaffer was half-grown, and Janet had found that walking an excitable lab puppy that was hell bent on chasing squirrels wasn't as easy as it looked. According to what Cassandra had told Jack later; Janet had been dragged – sometimes literally – around the park every time they put the leash on him.
"Just keep him close, Colonel." She would have scowled, but it would have just encouraged him, and Fraiser knew it.
"I always do, Doc."
Jack walked over to the bed and looked down at the young man sleeping there. His son.
"How's he doing?"
"He's sleeping, Colonel."
"Is he going to be all right?"
"He's fine. At least, he will be. He's young and healthy."
"When will he wake up?"
"When his eyes open."
"Doc."
"Colonel."
"I need to find out-"
"He needs to sleep, Colonel. You can stay with him if you want to, but I forbid you to do anything to try and wake him up."
"But-"
"I mean it."
Jack scowled, and Fraiser ignored it. She was good at ignoring him when she needed to.
"Fine."
He watched as she checked his stats, and jotted a few notes down on a chart that was hanging on a clipboard from a peg near the bed.
"Well?"
"Well what?"
"How is he?"
Janet sighed. "Why don't you go get some dinner, Colonel? And take Jaffer out for some fresh air? Then come back and ask me again." And again. And again.
~*~
"Changed your mind?" Carter asked as Jack came over and sat with the rest of SG-1. He was carrying a tray with a sandwich and a dish of chicken nuggets, and a cup of coffee.
"Fraiser kicked me out of the infirmary," Jack told them as he sat down by Sam, across from Daniel and Teal'c.
"Really?" Sam grinned and watched as Jack handed Jaffer a chicken nugget, then tossed one over to Jack, who caught it expertly.
"Yeah." Another nugget went flying over the table, and was again caught with a snap of strong jaws and flashing white fangs.
"How's Shawn?" Daniel asked.
"Fraiser says he's fine." He took a bite of his sandwich and looked down at brown eyes that were piteously begging for something to eat. And handed Jaffer another chicken nugget. Another one went flying over the table, but Jack's supply was already dwindling. "You go ask her, though," Jack said.
"Why me?"
"She likes you more than me."
"Meaning you kept asking her and that's why she kicked you out of the infirmary in the first place?" Sam asked with a smile.
"Yeah, maybe." Another nugget to Jaffer, and another over the table to Jack.
"Maybe?"
"Yeah, probably." Jack scowled and handed the rest of his sandwich down to Jaffer, who gobbled it up happily. "I'm going to go take a walk."
"Want company?"
"Nah. Eat your dinner. I'll be back in a bit." He stood up and left, with Jaffer walking beside him, not looking in the least bit guilty that he'd had a good meal while Jack had had only a bite or two of his own.
"He's restless," Daniel noticed.
"Yeah." Sam agreed. Of course, O'Neill often was. This time, at least, he had a good excuse. She took a bite of her chicken, and noticed that Jack's brown eyes were watching her intently from the other side of the table. When the yellow lab was standing, he could just see over the top. Sam shook her head, smiling. Jack had both of the dogs so spoiled it was a wonder they weren't fifty pounds overweight and barely able to stand. Without even realizing what she was doing, she reached over and took the last chicken nugget off the tray O'Neill had left, and tossed it over to Jack.
"I will," Sam nodded.
"As will I."
"Jack?"
O'Neill shook his head, and looked at them. "You guys go ahead. I've got something I want to do."
They nodded and left, Jack trailing behind Teal'c like a big buff-colored shadow. Jaffer stayed with his Colonel, though, and Jack looked down at him when the door closed behind the rest of his team and Fraiser. The brown, intelligent eyes looked back at him, plainly asking what they were going to do now.
"Let's go check on him, Jaffer, shall we?"
They left the briefing room and went to the infirmary, where two Marines were guarding the main door. The two were armed with zats and side arms, and Jack nodded approvingly. He didn't know what was going on with this Shawn, and until he did, he was going to make sure nothing happened to him.
"Anything happening, guys?"
"No, Sir."
"Doctor Fraiser is in there, Sir."
Jack nodded, and opened the door, and he and Jaffer walked in. Janet turned when the door opened and looked down at Jaffer with a slightly disapproving look.
"He's house trained," Jack said, noticing the look.
"He'd better not get in the way."
"Want to take him for a walk?" Jack asked, grinning slightly maliciously. Janet and Cassandra had dog-sat for Jack once when he was off-world on an extended mission. This had been when Jaffer was half-grown, and Janet had found that walking an excitable lab puppy that was hell bent on chasing squirrels wasn't as easy as it looked. According to what Cassandra had told Jack later; Janet had been dragged – sometimes literally – around the park every time they put the leash on him.
"Just keep him close, Colonel." She would have scowled, but it would have just encouraged him, and Fraiser knew it.
"I always do, Doc."
Jack walked over to the bed and looked down at the young man sleeping there. His son.
"How's he doing?"
"He's sleeping, Colonel."
"Is he going to be all right?"
"He's fine. At least, he will be. He's young and healthy."
"When will he wake up?"
"When his eyes open."
"Doc."
"Colonel."
"I need to find out-"
"He needs to sleep, Colonel. You can stay with him if you want to, but I forbid you to do anything to try and wake him up."
"But-"
"I mean it."
Jack scowled, and Fraiser ignored it. She was good at ignoring him when she needed to.
"Fine."
He watched as she checked his stats, and jotted a few notes down on a chart that was hanging on a clipboard from a peg near the bed.
"Well?"
"Well what?"
"How is he?"
Janet sighed. "Why don't you go get some dinner, Colonel? And take Jaffer out for some fresh air? Then come back and ask me again." And again. And again.
~*~
"Changed your mind?" Carter asked as Jack came over and sat with the rest of SG-1. He was carrying a tray with a sandwich and a dish of chicken nuggets, and a cup of coffee.
"Fraiser kicked me out of the infirmary," Jack told them as he sat down by Sam, across from Daniel and Teal'c.
"Really?" Sam grinned and watched as Jack handed Jaffer a chicken nugget, then tossed one over to Jack, who caught it expertly.
"Yeah." Another nugget went flying over the table, and was again caught with a snap of strong jaws and flashing white fangs.
"How's Shawn?" Daniel asked.
"Fraiser says he's fine." He took a bite of his sandwich and looked down at brown eyes that were piteously begging for something to eat. And handed Jaffer another chicken nugget. Another one went flying over the table, but Jack's supply was already dwindling. "You go ask her, though," Jack said.
"Why me?"
"She likes you more than me."
"Meaning you kept asking her and that's why she kicked you out of the infirmary in the first place?" Sam asked with a smile.
"Yeah, maybe." Another nugget to Jaffer, and another over the table to Jack.
"Maybe?"
"Yeah, probably." Jack scowled and handed the rest of his sandwich down to Jaffer, who gobbled it up happily. "I'm going to go take a walk."
"Want company?"
"Nah. Eat your dinner. I'll be back in a bit." He stood up and left, with Jaffer walking beside him, not looking in the least bit guilty that he'd had a good meal while Jack had had only a bite or two of his own.
"He's restless," Daniel noticed.
"Yeah." Sam agreed. Of course, O'Neill often was. This time, at least, he had a good excuse. She took a bite of her chicken, and noticed that Jack's brown eyes were watching her intently from the other side of the table. When the yellow lab was standing, he could just see over the top. Sam shook her head, smiling. Jack had both of the dogs so spoiled it was a wonder they weren't fifty pounds overweight and barely able to stand. Without even realizing what she was doing, she reached over and took the last chicken nugget off the tray O'Neill had left, and tossed it over to Jack.