Title: Getting to Know You: Part 13
Feedback to: jm-webmistress@fsmail.net
Rating: PG-13
Spoilers: None
Summary: With Sam and Jack still stranded on Apophis' ship, Hammond makes the dreadful error of entrusting Jonas Hanson with their children.
Author Notes: Set in Season 1, Humour/Drama, Charlie O'Neill IS alive in this story, and Sam has a son with Jonas Hanson. The rating has been raised due to scenes of torture that might upset younger readers. You have been warned.
Disclaimer: All publicly recognisable characters and places are the property of MGM, World Gekko Corp and Double Secret productions. This piece of fan fiction was created for entertainment not monetary purposes and no infringement on copyrights or trademarks was intended. Previously unrecognised characters and places, and this story, are copyrighted to the author. Any similarity to real persons, living or dead is coincidental and not intended by the author.
Note: Thank you very much to all of the people that send reviews! I am very grateful! :)
~ Getting to Know You: Part 13 ~
Copyright © 2004, Ruth
**********
Pain.
All she could feel was red-hot, searing pain in her muscles, fatigue in her limbs and more pain in her lower body. She struggled into a sitting position and saw Colonel O'Neill lying to her right - he was also hurt.
She tried to command her body to move, fighting the growing numbness in her limbs as she struggled to his side, finally collapsing with a grunt of spent effort beside him, able to do nothing more than stretch out her hand to touch him.
Pain.
She lost consciousness.
**********
"Well…Mr Hanson, I'm not sure that I can…" Hammond began.
Jonas smirked.
"General, please - don't you think it would be better for Nathan to be with his father at this time? I mean, what else are you going to do with him? Shut him in a cupboard untwisting paperclips?"
"You have to understand that I can't just hand the boys over without their parents' permission!" Hammond argued, quickly losing his temper with the arrogant man in front of him.
"I am Nathan's parent!" Jonas replied hotly, "I've looked after him for much longer than his mother!"
"Airman, could you show Mr Hanson to one of our guest quarters, please?" Hammond said.
Jonas snarled and pulled his arm away from the airman who was trying to help.
"He's my son!" he spat, "And take your freakin' hands off of me! This isn't finished!"
"I think it is, Mr Hanson," Hammond said, letting out a sigh of relief as the door closed behind him.
**********
"There, Nathan, you're all done," Janet smiled kindly, letting the boy jump down from the bed.
"Charlie, you're next."
"Aww, do I have to? You've already done my nose!"
"I know, but I just need to check that you're okay everywhere else."
Nathan sniggered.
"Shut up!" Charlie snapped, aiming a punch at Nathan but missing, because he overbalanced and fell on the floor.
"Nathaniel," Janet warned, "I'm sure your mother didn't bring you up to behave that way!"
The words were out of her mouth before she realised what she was saying. Nathan looked away, and muttered:
"My mother didn't bring me up."
Then, he left the infirmary, despite Janet's apologies.
"Who put the bug in his ass?" Charlie asked out loud.
"You, I expect," Janet said brusquely, turning to a nurse and whispering something in her ear. "I'll see you later, Charlie. For now, you be nice to Nurse Fielding - or you'll be treated to the blunt needles I normally save for your father!"
With that, she snapped off her latex gloves and went in search of Nathan.
**********
Nathan smashed his fist into the wall and bit back the tears that threatened to escape from his eyes. He couldn't be seen crying - Charlie would never let him live it down. He wiped at his eyes with the back of his hand and swallowed, before slamming his fist into the wall again.
The dull, aching pain that shot up his arm served as a drug to cull his anger, and he sank to the floor, hugging his knees to his chest.
What was the source of all his anger? His father. For years Nathan had been brought up to hate his own mother - it was only now that he'd begun to realise it. He had just three days before Jonas was due to pick him up again, and that was not a pleasant thought.
Now, more than ever, he wanted to be with his mum. But where was she? She was captured, stranded somewhere that wasn't even on Earth where nobody could go to her rescue. Nathan groaned and rubbed at his forehead, where he felt the familiar pangs of a migraine building.
"Nathan?"
He wiped his eyes furiously and got up, as he heard Janet Fraiser's footsteps approaching.
"Nathan?"
She rounded the corner and laid eyes on him, smiling gently.
"Hey," she said softly, "I'm sorry about earlier. I forgot what I was saying."
Nathan grunted, and shook his head.
"Don't apologise. I don't normally get all stressed up about it," he mumbled.
"You need to talk about it?" Janet suggested, "We can go somewhere quiet."
"Thanks," Nathan said, "I'd like that."
**********
"Carter!"
Sam opened her eyes and looked up to see her commanding officer sitting beside her, in their small prison on Apophis' ship.
"Colonel?" she rasped.
"Glad to see you're still with me," Jack grunted back, one hand clamped over his shoulder, "I was worried for a minute."
"Your arm?" Sam asked, sitting up and biting back a wince as a bolt of pain shot through her back.
"Nah, It's fine," Jack protested, as Sam gently probed at the wound, "Just got nicked with a staff blast."
"I can't…" Sam said, struggling to get the sleeve above his muscular forearm, "You're gonna have to take it off."
"My arm?" Jack said playfully.
"Your shirt," Sam replied. "It's the only way I can get a proper look at it."
"I'm not taking my shirt off," Jack replied shortly.
"Come on, sir, it's nothing I haven't seen before," Sam said gently.
"I don't care!" Jack squeaked, "You're the one under my command, not the other way around!"
"Not on doctor's matters," Sam muttered, "Colonel, I need to do this, or else your wound will go septic and then you will have to have your arm taken off."
After much procrastination and protest, Jack gingerly undid the buttons of his shirt and pulled it off of his arms, leaving the wound free to the air and the glow of the light.
"I need a bandage," Sam said thoughtfully, eyeing the shirt in Jack's hand.
"Don't even think about it." He replied, catching her glance.
She sighed, and pulled a little of the material off of the bottom of her own shirt.
"C'mere," she said, shuffling closer to him to apply the bandage. She tried to ignore the fact that the scent of his cologne, mixed with sweat and blood, was wafting up her nostrils.
You are not sitting here undressing your CO, she said to herself, there is nothing sexual about this, you're just bandaging his arm.
"You done yet?" Came the disgruntled voice of the man in possession of the arm.
"Almost," Sam said, securing the bandage in place. "There."
Jack sat motionless. They both looked at each other for a moment.
"Turn around," Jack pleaded.
Sam rolled her eyes, and turned her back so that Jack could put his shirt back on.
**********
"One of the earliest things I remember," Nathan smiled, "Was when I was about three or four. I was with mom, and we were at the swimming baths. I was standing on the edge, with these huge armband things on my arms, with my eyes closed really tight. I hated it - didn't want to jump in. She was just there in front of me, smiling. She told me to close my eyes, and before I knew it she was holding me in the water, bobbing up and down. I was clinging onto her like I don't-know-what, but she promised me that she would never let me go, that I'd always be safe with her."
Janet smiled at the memory.
"I need her here, now." Nathan admitted softly.
"But…you have your father," Janet said.
"That doesn't mean much to me," Nathan explained, "He's…not a great fan of my mom's, and he always told me that she was bad, that I didn't want to see her. I believed him, all these years, until now. And now it's too late…"
His voice trailed off.
"Listen to me, Nathan," Janet said, sliding her hand across the table to clasp his, "Your mother is a strong person. She's with Colonel O'Neill, they've escaped from these situations before. She can take care of herself pretty well. You've just got to keep up hope, save your strength."
"What use is hope?" Nathan asked bitterly. "Hope doesn't bring people back - hope doesn't get things done."
"Well, have you ever tried?" Janet asked.
Nathan was silent for a while, before shaking his head.
"Maybe, now might be the time to start."
**********
"Are we going to be stuck here forever?" Carter asked.
"Nah," Jack said, picking up a piece of rock and flicking it at the wall, "Apophis will get bored before we know it. He'll either kill us, turn us into hosts or make us work as slaves on…"
Sam held up her hand in protest.
"I think I've heard enough."
"Sorry I couldn't paint a prettier picture," Jack offered.
They were silent for what seemed like forever, when the sound of heavy footsteps began to approach once more. Sam closed her eyes, dreading what was about to happen to either her or to Jack.
Suddenly, the footsteps were interrupted by sounds of a zat. Jack stood up and went to the bars, yelling for help.
"O'NEILL?" Came the familiar voice of Teal'c.
"Teal'c! Come here, you son of a bitch!" Jack yelled joyfully.
"Indeed," Teal'c said with a frown, "Is Captain Carter with you?"
"Yeah, she's here!" Jack said, going back over to Sam and helping her to her feet, "Boy, are we glad to see you!"
"Do not thank me, O'Neill. Thank Narim. He disobeyed the orders of his government in order to mount this rescue mission - as did General Hammond."
"Whatever, just get us out of here."
**********
Janet Fraiser knocked on the door to General Hammond's office and went inside when she was called.
"Doctor, Teal'c and Narim have located Captain Carter and Colonel O'Neill."
"Oh, thank goodness!" Janet beamed, "The boys will be thrilled."
"Yes," Hammond said, "I've tried to make contact with Mr Hanson, but he doesn't appear to be answering his phone."
"What?" Janet asked suddenly, the name striking a nerve.
"Mr Hanson. He left with the boys about half an hour ago," Hammond explained.
"Oh, no," Janet said softly.
"Doctor?" Hammond asked, "Doctor, would you mind telling me what is the matter? Doctor?"
**********
To Be Continued…
*********
Next time: Sam and Jack are safe, but how will Janet break the news of Charlie and Nathan's disappearance?
Feedback to: jm-webmistress@fsmail.net
Rating: PG-13
Spoilers: None
Summary: With Sam and Jack still stranded on Apophis' ship, Hammond makes the dreadful error of entrusting Jonas Hanson with their children.
Author Notes: Set in Season 1, Humour/Drama, Charlie O'Neill IS alive in this story, and Sam has a son with Jonas Hanson. The rating has been raised due to scenes of torture that might upset younger readers. You have been warned.
Disclaimer: All publicly recognisable characters and places are the property of MGM, World Gekko Corp and Double Secret productions. This piece of fan fiction was created for entertainment not monetary purposes and no infringement on copyrights or trademarks was intended. Previously unrecognised characters and places, and this story, are copyrighted to the author. Any similarity to real persons, living or dead is coincidental and not intended by the author.
Note: Thank you very much to all of the people that send reviews! I am very grateful! :)
~ Getting to Know You: Part 13 ~
Copyright © 2004, Ruth
**********
Pain.
All she could feel was red-hot, searing pain in her muscles, fatigue in her limbs and more pain in her lower body. She struggled into a sitting position and saw Colonel O'Neill lying to her right - he was also hurt.
She tried to command her body to move, fighting the growing numbness in her limbs as she struggled to his side, finally collapsing with a grunt of spent effort beside him, able to do nothing more than stretch out her hand to touch him.
Pain.
She lost consciousness.
**********
"Well…Mr Hanson, I'm not sure that I can…" Hammond began.
Jonas smirked.
"General, please - don't you think it would be better for Nathan to be with his father at this time? I mean, what else are you going to do with him? Shut him in a cupboard untwisting paperclips?"
"You have to understand that I can't just hand the boys over without their parents' permission!" Hammond argued, quickly losing his temper with the arrogant man in front of him.
"I am Nathan's parent!" Jonas replied hotly, "I've looked after him for much longer than his mother!"
"Airman, could you show Mr Hanson to one of our guest quarters, please?" Hammond said.
Jonas snarled and pulled his arm away from the airman who was trying to help.
"He's my son!" he spat, "And take your freakin' hands off of me! This isn't finished!"
"I think it is, Mr Hanson," Hammond said, letting out a sigh of relief as the door closed behind him.
**********
"There, Nathan, you're all done," Janet smiled kindly, letting the boy jump down from the bed.
"Charlie, you're next."
"Aww, do I have to? You've already done my nose!"
"I know, but I just need to check that you're okay everywhere else."
Nathan sniggered.
"Shut up!" Charlie snapped, aiming a punch at Nathan but missing, because he overbalanced and fell on the floor.
"Nathaniel," Janet warned, "I'm sure your mother didn't bring you up to behave that way!"
The words were out of her mouth before she realised what she was saying. Nathan looked away, and muttered:
"My mother didn't bring me up."
Then, he left the infirmary, despite Janet's apologies.
"Who put the bug in his ass?" Charlie asked out loud.
"You, I expect," Janet said brusquely, turning to a nurse and whispering something in her ear. "I'll see you later, Charlie. For now, you be nice to Nurse Fielding - or you'll be treated to the blunt needles I normally save for your father!"
With that, she snapped off her latex gloves and went in search of Nathan.
**********
Nathan smashed his fist into the wall and bit back the tears that threatened to escape from his eyes. He couldn't be seen crying - Charlie would never let him live it down. He wiped at his eyes with the back of his hand and swallowed, before slamming his fist into the wall again.
The dull, aching pain that shot up his arm served as a drug to cull his anger, and he sank to the floor, hugging his knees to his chest.
What was the source of all his anger? His father. For years Nathan had been brought up to hate his own mother - it was only now that he'd begun to realise it. He had just three days before Jonas was due to pick him up again, and that was not a pleasant thought.
Now, more than ever, he wanted to be with his mum. But where was she? She was captured, stranded somewhere that wasn't even on Earth where nobody could go to her rescue. Nathan groaned and rubbed at his forehead, where he felt the familiar pangs of a migraine building.
"Nathan?"
He wiped his eyes furiously and got up, as he heard Janet Fraiser's footsteps approaching.
"Nathan?"
She rounded the corner and laid eyes on him, smiling gently.
"Hey," she said softly, "I'm sorry about earlier. I forgot what I was saying."
Nathan grunted, and shook his head.
"Don't apologise. I don't normally get all stressed up about it," he mumbled.
"You need to talk about it?" Janet suggested, "We can go somewhere quiet."
"Thanks," Nathan said, "I'd like that."
**********
"Carter!"
Sam opened her eyes and looked up to see her commanding officer sitting beside her, in their small prison on Apophis' ship.
"Colonel?" she rasped.
"Glad to see you're still with me," Jack grunted back, one hand clamped over his shoulder, "I was worried for a minute."
"Your arm?" Sam asked, sitting up and biting back a wince as a bolt of pain shot through her back.
"Nah, It's fine," Jack protested, as Sam gently probed at the wound, "Just got nicked with a staff blast."
"I can't…" Sam said, struggling to get the sleeve above his muscular forearm, "You're gonna have to take it off."
"My arm?" Jack said playfully.
"Your shirt," Sam replied. "It's the only way I can get a proper look at it."
"I'm not taking my shirt off," Jack replied shortly.
"Come on, sir, it's nothing I haven't seen before," Sam said gently.
"I don't care!" Jack squeaked, "You're the one under my command, not the other way around!"
"Not on doctor's matters," Sam muttered, "Colonel, I need to do this, or else your wound will go septic and then you will have to have your arm taken off."
After much procrastination and protest, Jack gingerly undid the buttons of his shirt and pulled it off of his arms, leaving the wound free to the air and the glow of the light.
"I need a bandage," Sam said thoughtfully, eyeing the shirt in Jack's hand.
"Don't even think about it." He replied, catching her glance.
She sighed, and pulled a little of the material off of the bottom of her own shirt.
"C'mere," she said, shuffling closer to him to apply the bandage. She tried to ignore the fact that the scent of his cologne, mixed with sweat and blood, was wafting up her nostrils.
You are not sitting here undressing your CO, she said to herself, there is nothing sexual about this, you're just bandaging his arm.
"You done yet?" Came the disgruntled voice of the man in possession of the arm.
"Almost," Sam said, securing the bandage in place. "There."
Jack sat motionless. They both looked at each other for a moment.
"Turn around," Jack pleaded.
Sam rolled her eyes, and turned her back so that Jack could put his shirt back on.
**********
"One of the earliest things I remember," Nathan smiled, "Was when I was about three or four. I was with mom, and we were at the swimming baths. I was standing on the edge, with these huge armband things on my arms, with my eyes closed really tight. I hated it - didn't want to jump in. She was just there in front of me, smiling. She told me to close my eyes, and before I knew it she was holding me in the water, bobbing up and down. I was clinging onto her like I don't-know-what, but she promised me that she would never let me go, that I'd always be safe with her."
Janet smiled at the memory.
"I need her here, now." Nathan admitted softly.
"But…you have your father," Janet said.
"That doesn't mean much to me," Nathan explained, "He's…not a great fan of my mom's, and he always told me that she was bad, that I didn't want to see her. I believed him, all these years, until now. And now it's too late…"
His voice trailed off.
"Listen to me, Nathan," Janet said, sliding her hand across the table to clasp his, "Your mother is a strong person. She's with Colonel O'Neill, they've escaped from these situations before. She can take care of herself pretty well. You've just got to keep up hope, save your strength."
"What use is hope?" Nathan asked bitterly. "Hope doesn't bring people back - hope doesn't get things done."
"Well, have you ever tried?" Janet asked.
Nathan was silent for a while, before shaking his head.
"Maybe, now might be the time to start."
**********
"Are we going to be stuck here forever?" Carter asked.
"Nah," Jack said, picking up a piece of rock and flicking it at the wall, "Apophis will get bored before we know it. He'll either kill us, turn us into hosts or make us work as slaves on…"
Sam held up her hand in protest.
"I think I've heard enough."
"Sorry I couldn't paint a prettier picture," Jack offered.
They were silent for what seemed like forever, when the sound of heavy footsteps began to approach once more. Sam closed her eyes, dreading what was about to happen to either her or to Jack.
Suddenly, the footsteps were interrupted by sounds of a zat. Jack stood up and went to the bars, yelling for help.
"O'NEILL?" Came the familiar voice of Teal'c.
"Teal'c! Come here, you son of a bitch!" Jack yelled joyfully.
"Indeed," Teal'c said with a frown, "Is Captain Carter with you?"
"Yeah, she's here!" Jack said, going back over to Sam and helping her to her feet, "Boy, are we glad to see you!"
"Do not thank me, O'Neill. Thank Narim. He disobeyed the orders of his government in order to mount this rescue mission - as did General Hammond."
"Whatever, just get us out of here."
**********
Janet Fraiser knocked on the door to General Hammond's office and went inside when she was called.
"Doctor, Teal'c and Narim have located Captain Carter and Colonel O'Neill."
"Oh, thank goodness!" Janet beamed, "The boys will be thrilled."
"Yes," Hammond said, "I've tried to make contact with Mr Hanson, but he doesn't appear to be answering his phone."
"What?" Janet asked suddenly, the name striking a nerve.
"Mr Hanson. He left with the boys about half an hour ago," Hammond explained.
"Oh, no," Janet said softly.
"Doctor?" Hammond asked, "Doctor, would you mind telling me what is the matter? Doctor?"
**********
To Be Continued…
*********
Next time: Sam and Jack are safe, but how will Janet break the news of Charlie and Nathan's disappearance?