Title: Getting to Know You: Part 14
Feedback: jm-webmistress@fsmail.net
Rating: PG-13
Spoilers: Mention of Alias and COPS.
Summary: Sam and Jack are safe, but how will Janet break the news of Charlie and Nathan's disappearance?
Author Notes: Set in Season 1, Humour/Drama, Charlie O'Neill IS alive in this story, and Sam has a son with Jonas Hanson.
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 14 ~
Copyright © 2004, Ruth
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When Jack O'Neill awoke in the infirmary to see Janet Fraiser inserting a large needle into his arm, he was not best pleased.
"Easy, Colonel," Janet warned, "I know how much you hate needles but this is to help clear up the infection in your wound."
Jack only grunted and waited for Fraiser to finish what she was doing before he questioned her further.
"How long have I been asleep?" he asked, trying to sit up in bed and hissing at the pain in his side.
"Not long enough," Janet replied, pushing him gently but firmly down.
"Carter?" He asked, fiddling with the thermometer that Janet had placed on the duvet momentarily.
"She's still out, but you're both stable. It's good to have you back, Colonel - and please don't do that with the thermometer, that's not what it's for."
She swiped the thermometer back off of him and smiled reassuringly.
"You'll be up and about before you know it, Colonel."
With that, she left the room and let out a deep sigh of relief. The Colonel hadn't asked about the boys, and Sam was still out cold. She knew that she was only delaying the inevitable, but she wasn't looking forwards to breaking the news that Charlie and Nathan were missing - as was Jonas Hanson.
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When Charlie came to, he found himself in a heap on a strangely familiar rug. His vision swam before his eyes, and for a moment he wondered if Nathan had socked him one again. If he had, he would…no, his nose was still intact, and he was definitely on his own.
What had happened? Charlie scratched his head as he pulled himself into a sitting position, and tried to remember what had happened.
*****Flashback*****
"Alias is by far the best show on TV," Nathan said, swinging back on his chair and flicking a piece of dried glue across the table at Charlie.
"Nah. I like COPS. It's way better than Alias!"
"Is not."
"Is too!"
"IS NOT!"
"What's so great about it? I bet you only watch it for the lovely Ms Bristow!" Charlie sneered.
"I bet you only watch COPS for the violence and swearing!" Nathan countered.
"Why does anybody else watch COPS?" Charlie asked, "That's what it's about!"
"No it isn't!" Nathan argued, "It's about following Law Enforcement as they try and keep us safe!"
"Man, it's about the swearing and violence," Charlie said, belittlingly. "What do you think Alias is about, then? I suppose you think it's a clear portrayal of the CIA and intelligence forces."
"Yeah."
"No! It's about sexy people wearing clothes that are too small for them, stupid!"
"Maybe for you," Nathan said, "But some of us have a higher level of intelligence than that."
"Yeah - pity you're not one of them." Charlie smirked.
Suddenly, there was a knock on the door. Charlie abruptly caught himself before he fell backwards off of the chair and looked in alarm at Nathan.
"Only Doctor Fraiser knows we're in here - and her feet don't sound like that."
"Who is it?" Nathan shouted, feeling his legs begin to tremble a little - he had a horrible feeling that he knew who was outside the door.
"It's me, Nate! Your dad!" Jonas replied.
"Shit!" Nathan cursed in a harsh whisper, twisting his hands together.
"Don't you want to see your dad?" Charlie asked. "I can't wait to go see mine."
"You have no idea," Nathan muttered, "How the hell can I get out of here?"
"Nate? I'm coming in," Jonas said, turning the door handle and walking into the room.
"Mr Hanson? I'm Charlie O'Neill, son of Jack O'Neill, who I'm sure you've heard of…"
"Good for you, kid," Jonas grunted, taking another step towards Nathan. "C'mon - I'll take you guys home."
"Sweet!" Charlie grinned, enjoying Nathan's discomfort, "What kind of car do you have?"
"A car," Jonas said, frowning at Charlie, "Nate, what the hell is wrong with you?"
"I want to stay here," Nathan said, "With mom."
Jonas laughed. The tension between himself and his son could have been cut with a knife, and Charlie was listening intently.
Jonas sighed, and reached into his pocket. He threw the car keys at Charlie.
"Go and get in the car," he said.
"But how do I know which…?" Charlie began.
"I don't care!" Jonas shouted, "Just go and get in the car. Nate and I will be along in a minute."
So he did.
*****End Flashback*****
So, if he was here…
…Where the hell was Nathan?
**********
When Sam awoke in the infirmary she found her arm covered in a swathe of white bandages, and a concerned looking Colonel looking down at her.
"How long have you been standing there?" She asked, jolting him from his trance.
"Dunno," Jack admitted, "I got bored."
"I'm sorry to have been such a trial to watch," Carter replied sarcastically, "How's your arm?"
"Better," he admitted, "Doc's been pumping me full of God-knows-what drugs to get rid of the infection. Doesn't want to have to take it off," he smiled.
"It's good to be back," Sam agreed, "But where are the boys?"
"I don't know," Jack shook his head, "I would have thought that they would be in here by now. Perhaps Janet will know. I'll go get her."
"No," Sam said, waving her hand at him, "We'll go find them ourselves," she gingerly put one foot out of her bed and swayed slightly on the spot where she stood.
"Should you be out of bed?" Jack asked.
"Should you?" she countered.
Jack said nothing, and the two of them walked slowly out of the infirmary to find Charlie and Nathan.
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Nathan sat in the car and looked out of the window with a frown on his face. What a great day this was turning out to be. First, he and Charlie were bitching, his mother was still missing and now he'd been kidnapped by his own father.
It looked like his lucky day had been postponed. Again.
"Why the long face?" Jonas asked, "I thought you'd be happy to be going home."
"Yeah, well, I changed my mind," Nathan retorted, looking out of the window again.
"What has she told you?" Jonas snarled, "Why have you suddenly changed?"
"It's not what she told me," Nathan said, "It's what you didn't tell me. The lies you made me believe."
"Now, hold on a minute!" Jonas said, slamming the brakes on and turning to face Nathan, "Just what the hell are you talking about, son?"
"You told me that she hated me!" he shouted, his fists clenched in anger, "You told me that she never wanted to see me again! You lied to me!"
"Now, now, Nate - that was the truth. Why would I tell you something that wasn't true?" Jonas asked, trying to put his arm around his son.
"Get the hell away from me!" Nathan yelled, "You want to get back at mom by keeping me away from her! I don't believe your lies any more!"
"You want to go back to your mother?" Jonas laughed, "Do you really think that she'd have any time for you? Her job is her life, Nate, not you! Why do you think I got landed with you in the first place? You should be grateful that I took you in!"
"Grateful? Grateful? For what? For feeding me lies, for getting me to hate my own mother for no goddamned reason? Why should I thank you for that? You never wanted me, and she did!"
"Nate," Jonas laughed, "Just answer me this - where is your precious mother now, eh?"
Nathan was silent.
"She's at work - she's gotten herself lost on duty, and nobody can find her. You have no option but to stay with me, Nate! I'm the only one who's a constant in your life!"
"Well, maybe it's time that you weren't!" Nathan said, folding his arms and looking out of the window again.
**********
"So, Sam," Janet said, going over to the curtain surrounding her bed and pulling it back, "How are you f…"
Her voice trailed off as she realised that the bed was empty.
"Damn it!"
She went over to Jack's bed and found that he was also gone. A very angry Doctor Fraiser then set off down the corridor to track them down.
"Why the two of you can't just relax for a moment, I really don't know!" she muttered under her breath.
It suddenly crossed her mind that the two of them had probably gone looking for Charlie and Nathan, and her heart sank. Where would they have gone? It didn't take her long to find out.
In the corridor ahead of her, she heard voices.
"Where are they?"
"I don't know, Carter, we've checked almost everywhere."
"What about the commissary?"
Janet rubbed a hand over her mouth and walked around the corner to face them.
"They're not there," she said softly. Both Colonel and Major nearly jumped out of their skins as they realised that they had been well and truly caught.
"Where are they, Janet?" Sam asked, her eyes full of fear.
"Come back to the infirmary," Janet said, "I'll talk to you there."
"Dammit, talk to us now!" Sam shouted, "Where is my son, Janet?"
"Sam, you need to calm down," Janet said soothingly, though she was worried. This was what she had been fearing would happen.
"Don't tell me to calm down!" She replied hotly.
"Doctor, if you know something…" Jack began.
"I will tell you nothing until you get back to the infirmary!" Janet ordered, "You're already in trouble for getting out of your beds before you got discharged, and you'd better hope that I don't mention that to Hammond! Now!"
As she watched her two friends in front of her, she hoped that she hadn't been too harsh on them. They had, after all, been through a lot in the past week - and their ordeal wasn't over yet. When she reached the infirmary, she shut the door behind her and prepared herself for the worst.
"Well?" Sam demanded.
"As far as we know, they're with Jonas." Janet said, watching Sam's face carefully.
"J…? What? How the hell did that happen?" she shouted, panic-stricken.
"Sam, I know you're upset, but please try and keep your voice down," Janet said, when she wanted nothing more than to go over to the younger officer and give her a hug, to try and ease her pain.
"Keep my voice down?" she asked, trembling, "How the hell did he manage to get out with them? What has the security come to in this place?"
"I don't know yet," Janet said, "But we have got people out there looking - Teal'c and Daniel have gone to your house, Jack, and they'll be checking Sam's too."
"Is he dangerous?" Jack asked Sam.
"What? I…I don't think…" Sam murmured.
"Is he dangerous?" Jack repeated, louder this time.
"No!" Sam shouted back at him.
"Both of you, get back in bed now," Janet ordered, "You're still in need of recuperation!"
"How can we recuperate when our children are missing?" Jack asked.
"I don't know, Colonel, and I am honestly sorry for the both of you, but there is nothing that you can do for them until you're healed." Janet said, turning to Sam.
"I only just got him back," she said weakly, casting her eyes down to the floor.
Janet crossed the floor between them and pulled her friend into a hug, soothingly rubbing her back.
"I know, honey, I know."
**********
Later that night, all was not still in the infirmary. Sam was awake, and carefully pulling on her clothes. She cast a look at the clock - it said 02:15am. With any luck, she would be able to get off base without being noticed by anybody important.
She crept away from the bed, but had not reached the door when she felt a hand grab hold of her arm.
"Carter!" came the hushed whisper, "What the hell are you doing?"
"I'm going to get my son back, Colonel," she replied steadily.
"We both know that Fraiser will have our asses if we make one more move - I can't let you go." Jack argued.
"I am fed up with living in the shadow of my ex-husband, Colonel. For once, I have found someone that is more important to me than anything in the rest of the world - and I want him, need him back."
Jack nodded silently.
"I'm coming with you," he said.
"No," Sam said, "This is something that me and Jonas have to sort out alone. Please."
Jack nodded, and Sam slipped out of the infirmary and into the night.
To Be Continued…
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Next time: Jack gets some good news, Janet loses her cool, and Sam heads off to get her son back.
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Author Notes: Please send feedback to jm-webmistress@fsmail.net. Only a couple more chapters left to go, my friends! Please review - how do YOU want it to end?
Feedback: jm-webmistress@fsmail.net
Rating: PG-13
Spoilers: Mention of Alias and COPS.
Summary: Sam and Jack are safe, but how will Janet break the news of Charlie and Nathan's disappearance?
Author Notes: Set in Season 1, Humour/Drama, Charlie O'Neill IS alive in this story, and Sam has a son with Jonas Hanson.
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 14 ~
Copyright © 2004, Ruth
**********
When Jack O'Neill awoke in the infirmary to see Janet Fraiser inserting a large needle into his arm, he was not best pleased.
"Easy, Colonel," Janet warned, "I know how much you hate needles but this is to help clear up the infection in your wound."
Jack only grunted and waited for Fraiser to finish what she was doing before he questioned her further.
"How long have I been asleep?" he asked, trying to sit up in bed and hissing at the pain in his side.
"Not long enough," Janet replied, pushing him gently but firmly down.
"Carter?" He asked, fiddling with the thermometer that Janet had placed on the duvet momentarily.
"She's still out, but you're both stable. It's good to have you back, Colonel - and please don't do that with the thermometer, that's not what it's for."
She swiped the thermometer back off of him and smiled reassuringly.
"You'll be up and about before you know it, Colonel."
With that, she left the room and let out a deep sigh of relief. The Colonel hadn't asked about the boys, and Sam was still out cold. She knew that she was only delaying the inevitable, but she wasn't looking forwards to breaking the news that Charlie and Nathan were missing - as was Jonas Hanson.
**********
When Charlie came to, he found himself in a heap on a strangely familiar rug. His vision swam before his eyes, and for a moment he wondered if Nathan had socked him one again. If he had, he would…no, his nose was still intact, and he was definitely on his own.
What had happened? Charlie scratched his head as he pulled himself into a sitting position, and tried to remember what had happened.
*****Flashback*****
"Alias is by far the best show on TV," Nathan said, swinging back on his chair and flicking a piece of dried glue across the table at Charlie.
"Nah. I like COPS. It's way better than Alias!"
"Is not."
"Is too!"
"IS NOT!"
"What's so great about it? I bet you only watch it for the lovely Ms Bristow!" Charlie sneered.
"I bet you only watch COPS for the violence and swearing!" Nathan countered.
"Why does anybody else watch COPS?" Charlie asked, "That's what it's about!"
"No it isn't!" Nathan argued, "It's about following Law Enforcement as they try and keep us safe!"
"Man, it's about the swearing and violence," Charlie said, belittlingly. "What do you think Alias is about, then? I suppose you think it's a clear portrayal of the CIA and intelligence forces."
"Yeah."
"No! It's about sexy people wearing clothes that are too small for them, stupid!"
"Maybe for you," Nathan said, "But some of us have a higher level of intelligence than that."
"Yeah - pity you're not one of them." Charlie smirked.
Suddenly, there was a knock on the door. Charlie abruptly caught himself before he fell backwards off of the chair and looked in alarm at Nathan.
"Only Doctor Fraiser knows we're in here - and her feet don't sound like that."
"Who is it?" Nathan shouted, feeling his legs begin to tremble a little - he had a horrible feeling that he knew who was outside the door.
"It's me, Nate! Your dad!" Jonas replied.
"Shit!" Nathan cursed in a harsh whisper, twisting his hands together.
"Don't you want to see your dad?" Charlie asked. "I can't wait to go see mine."
"You have no idea," Nathan muttered, "How the hell can I get out of here?"
"Nate? I'm coming in," Jonas said, turning the door handle and walking into the room.
"Mr Hanson? I'm Charlie O'Neill, son of Jack O'Neill, who I'm sure you've heard of…"
"Good for you, kid," Jonas grunted, taking another step towards Nathan. "C'mon - I'll take you guys home."
"Sweet!" Charlie grinned, enjoying Nathan's discomfort, "What kind of car do you have?"
"A car," Jonas said, frowning at Charlie, "Nate, what the hell is wrong with you?"
"I want to stay here," Nathan said, "With mom."
Jonas laughed. The tension between himself and his son could have been cut with a knife, and Charlie was listening intently.
Jonas sighed, and reached into his pocket. He threw the car keys at Charlie.
"Go and get in the car," he said.
"But how do I know which…?" Charlie began.
"I don't care!" Jonas shouted, "Just go and get in the car. Nate and I will be along in a minute."
So he did.
*****End Flashback*****
So, if he was here…
…Where the hell was Nathan?
**********
When Sam awoke in the infirmary she found her arm covered in a swathe of white bandages, and a concerned looking Colonel looking down at her.
"How long have you been standing there?" She asked, jolting him from his trance.
"Dunno," Jack admitted, "I got bored."
"I'm sorry to have been such a trial to watch," Carter replied sarcastically, "How's your arm?"
"Better," he admitted, "Doc's been pumping me full of God-knows-what drugs to get rid of the infection. Doesn't want to have to take it off," he smiled.
"It's good to be back," Sam agreed, "But where are the boys?"
"I don't know," Jack shook his head, "I would have thought that they would be in here by now. Perhaps Janet will know. I'll go get her."
"No," Sam said, waving her hand at him, "We'll go find them ourselves," she gingerly put one foot out of her bed and swayed slightly on the spot where she stood.
"Should you be out of bed?" Jack asked.
"Should you?" she countered.
Jack said nothing, and the two of them walked slowly out of the infirmary to find Charlie and Nathan.
**********
Nathan sat in the car and looked out of the window with a frown on his face. What a great day this was turning out to be. First, he and Charlie were bitching, his mother was still missing and now he'd been kidnapped by his own father.
It looked like his lucky day had been postponed. Again.
"Why the long face?" Jonas asked, "I thought you'd be happy to be going home."
"Yeah, well, I changed my mind," Nathan retorted, looking out of the window again.
"What has she told you?" Jonas snarled, "Why have you suddenly changed?"
"It's not what she told me," Nathan said, "It's what you didn't tell me. The lies you made me believe."
"Now, hold on a minute!" Jonas said, slamming the brakes on and turning to face Nathan, "Just what the hell are you talking about, son?"
"You told me that she hated me!" he shouted, his fists clenched in anger, "You told me that she never wanted to see me again! You lied to me!"
"Now, now, Nate - that was the truth. Why would I tell you something that wasn't true?" Jonas asked, trying to put his arm around his son.
"Get the hell away from me!" Nathan yelled, "You want to get back at mom by keeping me away from her! I don't believe your lies any more!"
"You want to go back to your mother?" Jonas laughed, "Do you really think that she'd have any time for you? Her job is her life, Nate, not you! Why do you think I got landed with you in the first place? You should be grateful that I took you in!"
"Grateful? Grateful? For what? For feeding me lies, for getting me to hate my own mother for no goddamned reason? Why should I thank you for that? You never wanted me, and she did!"
"Nate," Jonas laughed, "Just answer me this - where is your precious mother now, eh?"
Nathan was silent.
"She's at work - she's gotten herself lost on duty, and nobody can find her. You have no option but to stay with me, Nate! I'm the only one who's a constant in your life!"
"Well, maybe it's time that you weren't!" Nathan said, folding his arms and looking out of the window again.
**********
"So, Sam," Janet said, going over to the curtain surrounding her bed and pulling it back, "How are you f…"
Her voice trailed off as she realised that the bed was empty.
"Damn it!"
She went over to Jack's bed and found that he was also gone. A very angry Doctor Fraiser then set off down the corridor to track them down.
"Why the two of you can't just relax for a moment, I really don't know!" she muttered under her breath.
It suddenly crossed her mind that the two of them had probably gone looking for Charlie and Nathan, and her heart sank. Where would they have gone? It didn't take her long to find out.
In the corridor ahead of her, she heard voices.
"Where are they?"
"I don't know, Carter, we've checked almost everywhere."
"What about the commissary?"
Janet rubbed a hand over her mouth and walked around the corner to face them.
"They're not there," she said softly. Both Colonel and Major nearly jumped out of their skins as they realised that they had been well and truly caught.
"Where are they, Janet?" Sam asked, her eyes full of fear.
"Come back to the infirmary," Janet said, "I'll talk to you there."
"Dammit, talk to us now!" Sam shouted, "Where is my son, Janet?"
"Sam, you need to calm down," Janet said soothingly, though she was worried. This was what she had been fearing would happen.
"Don't tell me to calm down!" She replied hotly.
"Doctor, if you know something…" Jack began.
"I will tell you nothing until you get back to the infirmary!" Janet ordered, "You're already in trouble for getting out of your beds before you got discharged, and you'd better hope that I don't mention that to Hammond! Now!"
As she watched her two friends in front of her, she hoped that she hadn't been too harsh on them. They had, after all, been through a lot in the past week - and their ordeal wasn't over yet. When she reached the infirmary, she shut the door behind her and prepared herself for the worst.
"Well?" Sam demanded.
"As far as we know, they're with Jonas." Janet said, watching Sam's face carefully.
"J…? What? How the hell did that happen?" she shouted, panic-stricken.
"Sam, I know you're upset, but please try and keep your voice down," Janet said, when she wanted nothing more than to go over to the younger officer and give her a hug, to try and ease her pain.
"Keep my voice down?" she asked, trembling, "How the hell did he manage to get out with them? What has the security come to in this place?"
"I don't know yet," Janet said, "But we have got people out there looking - Teal'c and Daniel have gone to your house, Jack, and they'll be checking Sam's too."
"Is he dangerous?" Jack asked Sam.
"What? I…I don't think…" Sam murmured.
"Is he dangerous?" Jack repeated, louder this time.
"No!" Sam shouted back at him.
"Both of you, get back in bed now," Janet ordered, "You're still in need of recuperation!"
"How can we recuperate when our children are missing?" Jack asked.
"I don't know, Colonel, and I am honestly sorry for the both of you, but there is nothing that you can do for them until you're healed." Janet said, turning to Sam.
"I only just got him back," she said weakly, casting her eyes down to the floor.
Janet crossed the floor between them and pulled her friend into a hug, soothingly rubbing her back.
"I know, honey, I know."
**********
Later that night, all was not still in the infirmary. Sam was awake, and carefully pulling on her clothes. She cast a look at the clock - it said 02:15am. With any luck, she would be able to get off base without being noticed by anybody important.
She crept away from the bed, but had not reached the door when she felt a hand grab hold of her arm.
"Carter!" came the hushed whisper, "What the hell are you doing?"
"I'm going to get my son back, Colonel," she replied steadily.
"We both know that Fraiser will have our asses if we make one more move - I can't let you go." Jack argued.
"I am fed up with living in the shadow of my ex-husband, Colonel. For once, I have found someone that is more important to me than anything in the rest of the world - and I want him, need him back."
Jack nodded silently.
"I'm coming with you," he said.
"No," Sam said, "This is something that me and Jonas have to sort out alone. Please."
Jack nodded, and Sam slipped out of the infirmary and into the night.
To Be Continued…
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Next time: Jack gets some good news, Janet loses her cool, and Sam heads off to get her son back.
**********
Author Notes: Please send feedback to jm-webmistress@fsmail.net. Only a couple more chapters left to go, my friends! Please review - how do YOU want it to end?