He didn't go get something to eat. She wasn't his boss, after all, and couldn't actually tell him what to do – unless it was in the infirmary, of course. There she was definitely the one in charge, no matter how much he nagged, and they both knew it. Not that that kept him from trying to get his own way there, of course. Instead, he and Jaffer made a beeline to Daniel's office, where Jack was certain he'd find the archeologist getting his things together for his trip back through the gate. And he was right.
"Jack..." Daniel looked up from the book he was putting into a knapsack when he heard the tap on the door that announced O'Neill's arrival, then down at Jaffer, who wagged a happy good morning to him, his intelligent brown eyes cheerful and mischievous. "Don't let him eat anything."
Jack smiled. Jaffer hadn't eaten any of Daniel's rocks in weeks, and he was pretty sure the lab was over that little phase.
"I'll keep an eye on him." He moved into the room, looking around, but really just waiting for Daniel to give him the opening he wanted.
"What's up?"
Ah, there it was.
"We didn't find anything on J-98D3 yesterday but that ravine, but that doesn't mean there's nothing else there." Jack said, looking in Daniel's bag to see if he'd packed a side arm. He hadn't.
"But you don't think there is..."
"Right." Jack said, going over to the shelf and pulling down Daniel's Beretta and handing it to him. "That doesn't mean I'm right."
"You're probably right." Daniel told him, ignoring the gun. "I'll have SG- 11 with me, Jack. A whole team of gun-toting protectors to watch my back while I look at the ruins we saw."
Jack put the gun in Daniel's bag, after making sure there wasn't a round in the chamber and that the safety was on.
"Just take it, and carry it. Okay?"
"Jack..."
"Daniel... just do it, okay?"
Daniel nodded, and sighed, wondering why he even bothered arguing with Jack about these things. Undoubtedly, Jack's next stop was going to be Major Stedman, who was the CO of SG-11, to warn him that he was going to hold him personally responsible for Daniel's safety. It was hardly the first time he'd done it, after all, when Daniel had went off-world with another team besides SG-1.
"Thank you." Jack smiled slightly, able to relax now that he'd taken care of that.
"Did you give Teal'c his little talking to about being safe, yet?" Daniel asked.
"What?"
"Teal'c's going to take advantage of Sam's injury to go see Master Bra'tac. I was just wondering if you'd given him the lecture on taking care of himself."
"I didn't know he was going." Jack hesitated, and then shrugged. Teal'c didn't need to be told to carry a weapon with him, and he definitely didn't need Jack's advice on how to use one. "He'll be okay."
Meaning Daniel had needed the talk, and Teal'c didn't. Daniel scowled, but Jack ignored it.
"Have a safe trip."
"I will, Jack. Tell Sam to get better."
Jack nodded and left, with Jaffer padding silently beside him. Now to go find Stedman.
Daniel watched him go, and then looked down at the weapon in his bag, debating whether or not to take it out and leave it. He didn't, though. He'd told Jack he'd take it, and if O'Neill found out he'd changed his mind, the pre leaving the planet without SG-1 pep talk would take on a whole new meaning the next time he did it. Easier to do it Jack's way.
..........................
O'Neill was still talking to Major Stedman over a cup of coffee in the Commissary when he was paged to the infirmary. The Major assured him again that he and his team would take great care of Daniel while he was with them, and Jack assured him again that he had all the faith in the world in him. And reminded him once more to keep an eye on him and not let him get too eager and get himself lost or hurt. Both of which Daniel had done before.
"Gotta go," Jack said, tossing Jaffer the last of the huge dish of chicken nuggets they'd started with, and standing up. "Don't forget-"
"I won't, Sir."
Stedman watched him and Jaffer go with a sigh of relief. Daniel Jackson was a good guy and all, but the Major couldn't understand why O'Neill was so overly protective of him. Of course, the warning had been given, though, and Major Stedman had every intention of keeping a personal eye on the archeologist the entire time he was with them, just to make sure he returned him safely.
Jack walked into the infirmary only moments later.
"Colonel, over here."
Fraiser didn't need to wave him over; Jaffer had already seen Sam, and had turned at the doorway, with Jack following closely. The two women were seated in Fraiser's office; Carter in a wheel chair, Janet at her desk. Jaffer rushed over to Sam, wagging a happy greeting and whuffling her hand, then her side – which made her wince when his nose hit her bruised ribs a little harder than was pleasant – and then he reached his nose up to whuffle her face, before turning his attention to her cast, sniffing it while he tried to figure out what this white stuff was, and how dare it be on his Sam's leg. Sam grinned, and ran her hands along the black lab's side, petting him and making a big deal of him before turning her attention to O'Neill.
Jack wanted to greet her just as enthusiastically, but he couldn't. Not there with all the medical personnel who might just peek in. He settled for a smile, but it was the smile he reserved only for her, and Sam knew it.
"Good morning."
"Hi. How are you feeling?"
"Like I have a ton of plaster on my leg." Sam complained, looking over at Janet with a scowl. Fraiser didn't look at all repentant.
"It could have been a lot worse, Sam. Luckily the fracture was in your shin, and not your thigh, or the cast would have went all the way up your leg, and you would be stuck in that wheel chair without any ability to bend that knee."
"I know." That didn't make it any better.
"Colonel."
Jack turned his attention from Sam to Fraiser, who held up a bag of medication and handed it to him. "Painkillers for her aches – and watch her ribs, because even tough I was wrong about them being broken, they're badly bruised, and they'll be tender."
"I will." Jack promised. "She doesn't have to stay in the wheelchair?"
Fraiser shook her head.
"That's just to get her up to your truck. She has crutches, but I don't want her on them for a couple of days, so you'll have to be her feet for her."
"No problem." It wouldn't be, either. He had nothing but time.
"Stop talking about me like I'm not here," Sam complained.
They neither one looked apologetic, but Jaffer woofed softly as though he agreed. Sam rubbed his ears in appreciation.
"Can we go?" Jack asked Fraiser.
She nodded.
"If Sam has any serious pain, especially headaches, call me, or come back."
"Do you think she will?"
"No." If Janet thought there was a danger of something like that, she'd never turn Carter over to Jack. The Major would be staying in her infirmary for another few days.
"Hello...? Still talking about me like I'm not here!" Sam was scowling, now.
"We're out of here," Jack said, tucking the bag of medicine in his pocket, and taking the wheelchair handles. "Out of the way, Jaffer."
The black lab obediently moved to the side, and wagged his tail again, and Fraiser was again impressed by how well he listened when he wanted to.
"Call if you need me."
"We will."
They headed out the door, Jack pushing the wheelchair, Jaffer walking beside it, close enough that Sam was able to rest her bandaged hand on the black back while they went.
"They'd better..." Janet muttered, knowing hell would freeze over before Jack let her have Sam back - unless something was really wrong.
"Jack..." Daniel looked up from the book he was putting into a knapsack when he heard the tap on the door that announced O'Neill's arrival, then down at Jaffer, who wagged a happy good morning to him, his intelligent brown eyes cheerful and mischievous. "Don't let him eat anything."
Jack smiled. Jaffer hadn't eaten any of Daniel's rocks in weeks, and he was pretty sure the lab was over that little phase.
"I'll keep an eye on him." He moved into the room, looking around, but really just waiting for Daniel to give him the opening he wanted.
"What's up?"
Ah, there it was.
"We didn't find anything on J-98D3 yesterday but that ravine, but that doesn't mean there's nothing else there." Jack said, looking in Daniel's bag to see if he'd packed a side arm. He hadn't.
"But you don't think there is..."
"Right." Jack said, going over to the shelf and pulling down Daniel's Beretta and handing it to him. "That doesn't mean I'm right."
"You're probably right." Daniel told him, ignoring the gun. "I'll have SG- 11 with me, Jack. A whole team of gun-toting protectors to watch my back while I look at the ruins we saw."
Jack put the gun in Daniel's bag, after making sure there wasn't a round in the chamber and that the safety was on.
"Just take it, and carry it. Okay?"
"Jack..."
"Daniel... just do it, okay?"
Daniel nodded, and sighed, wondering why he even bothered arguing with Jack about these things. Undoubtedly, Jack's next stop was going to be Major Stedman, who was the CO of SG-11, to warn him that he was going to hold him personally responsible for Daniel's safety. It was hardly the first time he'd done it, after all, when Daniel had went off-world with another team besides SG-1.
"Thank you." Jack smiled slightly, able to relax now that he'd taken care of that.
"Did you give Teal'c his little talking to about being safe, yet?" Daniel asked.
"What?"
"Teal'c's going to take advantage of Sam's injury to go see Master Bra'tac. I was just wondering if you'd given him the lecture on taking care of himself."
"I didn't know he was going." Jack hesitated, and then shrugged. Teal'c didn't need to be told to carry a weapon with him, and he definitely didn't need Jack's advice on how to use one. "He'll be okay."
Meaning Daniel had needed the talk, and Teal'c didn't. Daniel scowled, but Jack ignored it.
"Have a safe trip."
"I will, Jack. Tell Sam to get better."
Jack nodded and left, with Jaffer padding silently beside him. Now to go find Stedman.
Daniel watched him go, and then looked down at the weapon in his bag, debating whether or not to take it out and leave it. He didn't, though. He'd told Jack he'd take it, and if O'Neill found out he'd changed his mind, the pre leaving the planet without SG-1 pep talk would take on a whole new meaning the next time he did it. Easier to do it Jack's way.
..........................
O'Neill was still talking to Major Stedman over a cup of coffee in the Commissary when he was paged to the infirmary. The Major assured him again that he and his team would take great care of Daniel while he was with them, and Jack assured him again that he had all the faith in the world in him. And reminded him once more to keep an eye on him and not let him get too eager and get himself lost or hurt. Both of which Daniel had done before.
"Gotta go," Jack said, tossing Jaffer the last of the huge dish of chicken nuggets they'd started with, and standing up. "Don't forget-"
"I won't, Sir."
Stedman watched him and Jaffer go with a sigh of relief. Daniel Jackson was a good guy and all, but the Major couldn't understand why O'Neill was so overly protective of him. Of course, the warning had been given, though, and Major Stedman had every intention of keeping a personal eye on the archeologist the entire time he was with them, just to make sure he returned him safely.
Jack walked into the infirmary only moments later.
"Colonel, over here."
Fraiser didn't need to wave him over; Jaffer had already seen Sam, and had turned at the doorway, with Jack following closely. The two women were seated in Fraiser's office; Carter in a wheel chair, Janet at her desk. Jaffer rushed over to Sam, wagging a happy greeting and whuffling her hand, then her side – which made her wince when his nose hit her bruised ribs a little harder than was pleasant – and then he reached his nose up to whuffle her face, before turning his attention to her cast, sniffing it while he tried to figure out what this white stuff was, and how dare it be on his Sam's leg. Sam grinned, and ran her hands along the black lab's side, petting him and making a big deal of him before turning her attention to O'Neill.
Jack wanted to greet her just as enthusiastically, but he couldn't. Not there with all the medical personnel who might just peek in. He settled for a smile, but it was the smile he reserved only for her, and Sam knew it.
"Good morning."
"Hi. How are you feeling?"
"Like I have a ton of plaster on my leg." Sam complained, looking over at Janet with a scowl. Fraiser didn't look at all repentant.
"It could have been a lot worse, Sam. Luckily the fracture was in your shin, and not your thigh, or the cast would have went all the way up your leg, and you would be stuck in that wheel chair without any ability to bend that knee."
"I know." That didn't make it any better.
"Colonel."
Jack turned his attention from Sam to Fraiser, who held up a bag of medication and handed it to him. "Painkillers for her aches – and watch her ribs, because even tough I was wrong about them being broken, they're badly bruised, and they'll be tender."
"I will." Jack promised. "She doesn't have to stay in the wheelchair?"
Fraiser shook her head.
"That's just to get her up to your truck. She has crutches, but I don't want her on them for a couple of days, so you'll have to be her feet for her."
"No problem." It wouldn't be, either. He had nothing but time.
"Stop talking about me like I'm not here," Sam complained.
They neither one looked apologetic, but Jaffer woofed softly as though he agreed. Sam rubbed his ears in appreciation.
"Can we go?" Jack asked Fraiser.
She nodded.
"If Sam has any serious pain, especially headaches, call me, or come back."
"Do you think she will?"
"No." If Janet thought there was a danger of something like that, she'd never turn Carter over to Jack. The Major would be staying in her infirmary for another few days.
"Hello...? Still talking about me like I'm not here!" Sam was scowling, now.
"We're out of here," Jack said, tucking the bag of medicine in his pocket, and taking the wheelchair handles. "Out of the way, Jaffer."
The black lab obediently moved to the side, and wagged his tail again, and Fraiser was again impressed by how well he listened when he wanted to.
"Call if you need me."
"We will."
They headed out the door, Jack pushing the wheelchair, Jaffer walking beside it, close enough that Sam was able to rest her bandaged hand on the black back while they went.
"They'd better..." Janet muttered, knowing hell would freeze over before Jack let her have Sam back - unless something was really wrong.