Author's note: Sorry about the slow updates, I'm really sick and am having
trouble dragging myself out of bed to much of anything... BUT I'm going to
put out at least two chapters tonight, to make up for it.. then maybe I'll
go collapse back in bed
~*~
O'Neill let Jack go, and the lab launched himself back at the place the assassin had been, but the snarls were gone, and the hackles were already coming down on the dog's back. Jack lay still a moment, catching his breath, and looked at his forearm, which was bleeding from a ragged gash about seven inches long.
"Are you injured badly, O'Neill?"
"Your dog bit me, I think." Jack told the Jaffa, raising his uninjured arm so Teal'c could help him up off the floor.
"He has had all his shots."
"It doesn't make it hurt any less," Jack complained half-heartedly. Yeah it hurt, but it could have been much worse, and he knew it. They owed Jack a lot. O'Neill reached down and slapped the yellow lab affectionately, noticing he'd smeared blood all over the dog when he'd been holding him away from the struggle, then walked over to where the rest of his team was gathered around the fallen Marine.
"Report."
"He's out cold, Sir," One of his men reported.
"But he's alive?"
"Yes, Sir."
Daniel handed Jack his handkerchief and O'Neill wrapped it around his bleeding forearm tightly, thinking.
"Teal'c, you and your team take Sergeant Brady to the infirmary, then get back as quickly as you can."
Originally, Jack had planned for his team to take the injured to the infirmary, but since Sam had told them there was possibly an assassin in that area, Teal'c and his men would have a better chance to detect one, since they had Jack. O'Neill and his team would be fairly vulnerable, and with no backup close at hand.
"What about you?" Daniel asked, pointing at Jack's forearm.
"It's nothing, and Fraiser would insist on keeping me there." As much as he wanted to stick close to the infirmary, he couldn't. "Make sure the area is secure before you leave, though."
"We will."
"Good." Jack looked at the remaining two Marines in his team, making sure neither of them was injured. They weren't; they were ready and eager to go. "Let's move out."
They went back towards the corridor, and Teal'c motioned two of his men to pick up the injured Marine and his team headed for the infirmary, eyes open and weapons ready, following the crimson-smeared yellow lab.
~*~
"All right, kids," Jack's voice came over the radio a moment later. "S-3, S- 4, and S-5, we're on our own for a bit, so keep your eyes on your dogs and watch each other's backs. Move out."
"What do you think happened?" Fraiser asked the others in the infirmary.
"Best bet; someone got hurt and S-2 is bringing them here." Shawn answered. Sam nodded her agreement. It wasn't Jack, she knew, but it could be Teal'c or Daniel. That might be why S-2 was bringing them in instead of Jack's team.
"Well, if that's the case, I'd better get ready."
Fraiser cleared the curtain of the bed next to the one Sam was still sitting on – with Jaffer – and made sure that she had all the equipment she might need in case someone was hurt.
It was less than five minutes later when Jaffer's head came up again and his tail began wagging gently. It wasn't the excited wagging that meant O'Neill was coming, but it was obvious to the humans in the room that someone was coming that the lab knew and liked. A moment later there was a soft knock at the door, and then it opened. Two Marines walked in carrying another as Teal'c and the rest of S-2 stood guard against an attack. When none came, the rest of the group walked into the infirmary as well, and the big Jaffa closed the door firmly behind him.
"Put him here," Fraiser told the Marines, pointing at the empty bed. As they complied, Jack walked over to the bed Jaffer was on, and jumped up beside his brother, sniffing the black lab as Jaffer returned the favor and sniffed the blood that stained the blonde fur. Carter noticed the bloodstains as well, and pulled the yellow lab closer, looking him over in concern.
"Is he hurt, Teal'c?" She asked. He didn't look like he was hurting, and there was a lot of blood.
"Do not concern yourself, Major Carter," The Jaffa said, walking over to the bed and rubbing the yellow lab's ears fondly – a rare show of affection that was reserved almost exclusively for his dog and the members of SG-1. Jaffer moved close to get his own share of attention. "It is Jack O'Neill's blood."
Sam's eyes widened at this announcement. THAT was supposed to make her feel better?
"Is he all right?" Shawn asked, looking just as worried.
"He's fine," Daniel said quickly. "We think Jack accidentally bit him."
"Bit him?"
"Well... slashed his forearm wide open," Daniel admitted. "But he's okay."
Sam didn't look convinced, but there wasn't much more Daniel could say to reassure her. He tried, though.
"Things got a little hairy for a minute there. Jack and Jack took on one of the Ashrak hand-to-hand... to tooth. But they won. With a little help from Teal'c and a zat."
"We must return to our sweep," Teal'c said, gesturing for Jack to rejoin him. Sam gave the yellow lab a final affectionate pat, then held Jaffer's collar to keep the black lab from jumping off the bed and following Jack when the dog jumped down and joined Teal'c and Daniel and the rest of S-2. "We will secure this area before we return to the others, but keep the door closed."
"You want some help?" Shawn asked eagerly.
"No." Teal'c didn't leave any room for argument, and he didn't give Shawn a chance to complain about being left behind. He knew the reason Shawn was in the infirmary with Carter, and he wasn't going to put O'Neill's son in any more jeopardy than necessary. Without looking back, Teal'c opened the door, looked down at Jack to make sure there wasn't anyone invisible lurking outside, then led his team out of the room to finish what they were doing.
~*~
O'Neill let Jack go, and the lab launched himself back at the place the assassin had been, but the snarls were gone, and the hackles were already coming down on the dog's back. Jack lay still a moment, catching his breath, and looked at his forearm, which was bleeding from a ragged gash about seven inches long.
"Are you injured badly, O'Neill?"
"Your dog bit me, I think." Jack told the Jaffa, raising his uninjured arm so Teal'c could help him up off the floor.
"He has had all his shots."
"It doesn't make it hurt any less," Jack complained half-heartedly. Yeah it hurt, but it could have been much worse, and he knew it. They owed Jack a lot. O'Neill reached down and slapped the yellow lab affectionately, noticing he'd smeared blood all over the dog when he'd been holding him away from the struggle, then walked over to where the rest of his team was gathered around the fallen Marine.
"Report."
"He's out cold, Sir," One of his men reported.
"But he's alive?"
"Yes, Sir."
Daniel handed Jack his handkerchief and O'Neill wrapped it around his bleeding forearm tightly, thinking.
"Teal'c, you and your team take Sergeant Brady to the infirmary, then get back as quickly as you can."
Originally, Jack had planned for his team to take the injured to the infirmary, but since Sam had told them there was possibly an assassin in that area, Teal'c and his men would have a better chance to detect one, since they had Jack. O'Neill and his team would be fairly vulnerable, and with no backup close at hand.
"What about you?" Daniel asked, pointing at Jack's forearm.
"It's nothing, and Fraiser would insist on keeping me there." As much as he wanted to stick close to the infirmary, he couldn't. "Make sure the area is secure before you leave, though."
"We will."
"Good." Jack looked at the remaining two Marines in his team, making sure neither of them was injured. They weren't; they were ready and eager to go. "Let's move out."
They went back towards the corridor, and Teal'c motioned two of his men to pick up the injured Marine and his team headed for the infirmary, eyes open and weapons ready, following the crimson-smeared yellow lab.
~*~
"All right, kids," Jack's voice came over the radio a moment later. "S-3, S- 4, and S-5, we're on our own for a bit, so keep your eyes on your dogs and watch each other's backs. Move out."
"What do you think happened?" Fraiser asked the others in the infirmary.
"Best bet; someone got hurt and S-2 is bringing them here." Shawn answered. Sam nodded her agreement. It wasn't Jack, she knew, but it could be Teal'c or Daniel. That might be why S-2 was bringing them in instead of Jack's team.
"Well, if that's the case, I'd better get ready."
Fraiser cleared the curtain of the bed next to the one Sam was still sitting on – with Jaffer – and made sure that she had all the equipment she might need in case someone was hurt.
It was less than five minutes later when Jaffer's head came up again and his tail began wagging gently. It wasn't the excited wagging that meant O'Neill was coming, but it was obvious to the humans in the room that someone was coming that the lab knew and liked. A moment later there was a soft knock at the door, and then it opened. Two Marines walked in carrying another as Teal'c and the rest of S-2 stood guard against an attack. When none came, the rest of the group walked into the infirmary as well, and the big Jaffa closed the door firmly behind him.
"Put him here," Fraiser told the Marines, pointing at the empty bed. As they complied, Jack walked over to the bed Jaffer was on, and jumped up beside his brother, sniffing the black lab as Jaffer returned the favor and sniffed the blood that stained the blonde fur. Carter noticed the bloodstains as well, and pulled the yellow lab closer, looking him over in concern.
"Is he hurt, Teal'c?" She asked. He didn't look like he was hurting, and there was a lot of blood.
"Do not concern yourself, Major Carter," The Jaffa said, walking over to the bed and rubbing the yellow lab's ears fondly – a rare show of affection that was reserved almost exclusively for his dog and the members of SG-1. Jaffer moved close to get his own share of attention. "It is Jack O'Neill's blood."
Sam's eyes widened at this announcement. THAT was supposed to make her feel better?
"Is he all right?" Shawn asked, looking just as worried.
"He's fine," Daniel said quickly. "We think Jack accidentally bit him."
"Bit him?"
"Well... slashed his forearm wide open," Daniel admitted. "But he's okay."
Sam didn't look convinced, but there wasn't much more Daniel could say to reassure her. He tried, though.
"Things got a little hairy for a minute there. Jack and Jack took on one of the Ashrak hand-to-hand... to tooth. But they won. With a little help from Teal'c and a zat."
"We must return to our sweep," Teal'c said, gesturing for Jack to rejoin him. Sam gave the yellow lab a final affectionate pat, then held Jaffer's collar to keep the black lab from jumping off the bed and following Jack when the dog jumped down and joined Teal'c and Daniel and the rest of S-2. "We will secure this area before we return to the others, but keep the door closed."
"You want some help?" Shawn asked eagerly.
"No." Teal'c didn't leave any room for argument, and he didn't give Shawn a chance to complain about being left behind. He knew the reason Shawn was in the infirmary with Carter, and he wasn't going to put O'Neill's son in any more jeopardy than necessary. Without looking back, Teal'c opened the door, looked down at Jack to make sure there wasn't anyone invisible lurking outside, then led his team out of the room to finish what they were doing.