Author's note: it's not going anywhere... it's just some Jack/Sam/Jaffer
time!
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The living room was cold, and a quick look over at the sliding glass door leading out to the deck told Jack why. Jaffer had been out, and had left the door open in his wake. During the summer that wasn't such a terrible thing, but now that winter was on them, it was downright chilly, and Jack was going to have to see about getting someone to teach Jaffer to shut the door behind him. If that was possible, although Jack was pretty sure by now that there wasn't anything Jaffer couldn't be taught.
He closed the door, and shivered a little. It was cold! Crazy dog. Turning up the heat just a little, he went into the kitchen where he'd set the bag that Fraiser had given him that contained Sam's medicine.
He was back in his room almost immediately, carrying a glass of water and a pill. He smiled when he saw the grumpy look on Carter's face as she looked up at Jaffer, who was still in place above her.
"So...? You get up, yet?"
Yeah, that was probably not very clever of him; goading a grumpy person, but Jack couldn't help himself. He loved teasing Sam.
She looked over at him and scowled, and took the glass from him.
"It's still two against one. I don't care what you say."
"Off, Jaffer."
As Jaffer moved off Sam and flopped down next to her once more, Jack sat on the edge of the bed and handed over the pill he'd brought her. Carter took it and swallowed it, washing it down with a long drink of the water.
He took the glass from her, and set it on the stand next to his bed.
"We're not ganging up on you, Sam."
"Yes you are."
"Do you want us to leave you alone?" He decided that maybe he shouldn't have teased her. Feeling miserable was bad enough without having someone making fun of you, and now he was feeling a little guilty. If she wanted a little away from them time, he and Jaffer could go into the living room and make themselves scarce.
She shook her head, reaching for his hand.
"I don't want to sleep. I want to get up."
"You're supposed to stay off your feet."
"I can stay off my feet somewhere else."
"We could watch TV..."
"In the living room?"
"Here." He pointed to the TV.
Sam shook her head.
"I want to get out of bed, Jack."
"The living room's cold. Jaffer left the door open."
"So I'll bundle up in a blanket."
"Sam-"
"Jack."
She crossed her arms and glared at him. She wasn't going to be coddled like this. Not by him, not by anyone. She wanted up. Jack knew the look well, of course, and he knew that she was serious.
"Fine. But only to the living room, and you have to stay on the couch."
She nodded; surprised that he'd given in so easily.
"Fine."
He got up and pulled the blankets back, motioning for Jaffer to get off the bed, and then he gathered her up in his arms as carefully as he could and picked her up. She winced when he jarred her bruised ribs – and other aches – but he didn't catch the look since he was more intent on not tripping over anything as he turned with her in his arms and headed for the bedroom door, and she didn't say anything, certain that he would have put her right back down if he knew she hurt and determined that she was going to get up now.
"You okay?" He asked.
"Fine."
Another problem just made itself known, though, and Sam groaned inwardly. Great. She never should have drunk the whole glass of water. "Um... Jack?"
"What?"
He looked down at her, concerned by the sudden change in her voice.
"I... um... need to stop at the bathroom."
He nodded, trying to act casual. Sure. Everyone peed, right? No problem.
"Okay."
"Just get me to the door. I'll do the rest."
"Nah, I'll help you..."
"There's not much you can do, Jack," She told him, grinning.
She was right. He took her into the bathroom, but the rest was up to her. He waited until she was done, picked her back up and brought her out to the living room.
"It's cold in here."
"I told you." He set her on the sofa. "You sure you want to be here? I can take you back into the bedroom..."
"No, I want to stay out here. Please?"
"Whatever you want, Sam." He leaned over and kissed her forehead. "I'll go get you some blankets. Be right back."
Jaffer walked over to the sofa and looked for a place to hop up and join her, but she was pretty much taking the whole thing with her legs stretched out, and the big lumpy cast keeping her from being able to draw her legs up under herself like she normally would have. Instead, he hopped up in one of the recliners. The recliner that didn't recline, because he'd long since chewed the lever off that you pulled on.
Sam leaned back, closing her eyes and hugging herself. She was only wearing a t-shirt and sweats (since nothing else would fit over her cast) and there was a definite chill in the room.
"You okay?"
He was back sooner than she expected – or maybe she dozed off for a moment. Sam opened her eyes, and nodded as he brought an armful of blankets over to her and covered her up warmly with them.
"Just a little tired, I guess."
"Are you hungry?"
She'd slept through all of the morning and part of the afternoon already. And he didn't know what Janet had fed her for breakfast.
"If you make something, I'll eat it..." As long as it didn't take any effort on her part. Now that she was warming up, she was definitely feeling sleepy and lazy. Or maybe the pain pill was taking affect.
"Soup?"
She shook her head. Too much effort.
"Sandwich?"
She shook her head. Too much food.
"Eggs?"
Ugh. Not just then. She shook her head again.
"How about I make something, and we see if you're hungry enough to eat it when it's done?"
Sam nodded.
"Sam?"
She opened her eyes, and found him crouched next to her, his eyes level with hers, and his expression concerned. She knew immediately why.
"I'm fine, Jack... just sleepy. Make a sandwich for me, and I'll eat it."
He nodded, but didn't move away from where he was.
"You're sure you're okay?"
"It's just the medication. Janet said it would make me sleepy."
True.
He nodded, and brushed his hand lightly against her cheek, checking to make sure there was no fever. There wasn't.
"Why don't you sleep, Sam? We'll eat later."
She nodded, and closed her eyes. That was a good idea.
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The living room was cold, and a quick look over at the sliding glass door leading out to the deck told Jack why. Jaffer had been out, and had left the door open in his wake. During the summer that wasn't such a terrible thing, but now that winter was on them, it was downright chilly, and Jack was going to have to see about getting someone to teach Jaffer to shut the door behind him. If that was possible, although Jack was pretty sure by now that there wasn't anything Jaffer couldn't be taught.
He closed the door, and shivered a little. It was cold! Crazy dog. Turning up the heat just a little, he went into the kitchen where he'd set the bag that Fraiser had given him that contained Sam's medicine.
He was back in his room almost immediately, carrying a glass of water and a pill. He smiled when he saw the grumpy look on Carter's face as she looked up at Jaffer, who was still in place above her.
"So...? You get up, yet?"
Yeah, that was probably not very clever of him; goading a grumpy person, but Jack couldn't help himself. He loved teasing Sam.
She looked over at him and scowled, and took the glass from him.
"It's still two against one. I don't care what you say."
"Off, Jaffer."
As Jaffer moved off Sam and flopped down next to her once more, Jack sat on the edge of the bed and handed over the pill he'd brought her. Carter took it and swallowed it, washing it down with a long drink of the water.
He took the glass from her, and set it on the stand next to his bed.
"We're not ganging up on you, Sam."
"Yes you are."
"Do you want us to leave you alone?" He decided that maybe he shouldn't have teased her. Feeling miserable was bad enough without having someone making fun of you, and now he was feeling a little guilty. If she wanted a little away from them time, he and Jaffer could go into the living room and make themselves scarce.
She shook her head, reaching for his hand.
"I don't want to sleep. I want to get up."
"You're supposed to stay off your feet."
"I can stay off my feet somewhere else."
"We could watch TV..."
"In the living room?"
"Here." He pointed to the TV.
Sam shook her head.
"I want to get out of bed, Jack."
"The living room's cold. Jaffer left the door open."
"So I'll bundle up in a blanket."
"Sam-"
"Jack."
She crossed her arms and glared at him. She wasn't going to be coddled like this. Not by him, not by anyone. She wanted up. Jack knew the look well, of course, and he knew that she was serious.
"Fine. But only to the living room, and you have to stay on the couch."
She nodded; surprised that he'd given in so easily.
"Fine."
He got up and pulled the blankets back, motioning for Jaffer to get off the bed, and then he gathered her up in his arms as carefully as he could and picked her up. She winced when he jarred her bruised ribs – and other aches – but he didn't catch the look since he was more intent on not tripping over anything as he turned with her in his arms and headed for the bedroom door, and she didn't say anything, certain that he would have put her right back down if he knew she hurt and determined that she was going to get up now.
"You okay?" He asked.
"Fine."
Another problem just made itself known, though, and Sam groaned inwardly. Great. She never should have drunk the whole glass of water. "Um... Jack?"
"What?"
He looked down at her, concerned by the sudden change in her voice.
"I... um... need to stop at the bathroom."
He nodded, trying to act casual. Sure. Everyone peed, right? No problem.
"Okay."
"Just get me to the door. I'll do the rest."
"Nah, I'll help you..."
"There's not much you can do, Jack," She told him, grinning.
She was right. He took her into the bathroom, but the rest was up to her. He waited until she was done, picked her back up and brought her out to the living room.
"It's cold in here."
"I told you." He set her on the sofa. "You sure you want to be here? I can take you back into the bedroom..."
"No, I want to stay out here. Please?"
"Whatever you want, Sam." He leaned over and kissed her forehead. "I'll go get you some blankets. Be right back."
Jaffer walked over to the sofa and looked for a place to hop up and join her, but she was pretty much taking the whole thing with her legs stretched out, and the big lumpy cast keeping her from being able to draw her legs up under herself like she normally would have. Instead, he hopped up in one of the recliners. The recliner that didn't recline, because he'd long since chewed the lever off that you pulled on.
Sam leaned back, closing her eyes and hugging herself. She was only wearing a t-shirt and sweats (since nothing else would fit over her cast) and there was a definite chill in the room.
"You okay?"
He was back sooner than she expected – or maybe she dozed off for a moment. Sam opened her eyes, and nodded as he brought an armful of blankets over to her and covered her up warmly with them.
"Just a little tired, I guess."
"Are you hungry?"
She'd slept through all of the morning and part of the afternoon already. And he didn't know what Janet had fed her for breakfast.
"If you make something, I'll eat it..." As long as it didn't take any effort on her part. Now that she was warming up, she was definitely feeling sleepy and lazy. Or maybe the pain pill was taking affect.
"Soup?"
She shook her head. Too much effort.
"Sandwich?"
She shook her head. Too much food.
"Eggs?"
Ugh. Not just then. She shook her head again.
"How about I make something, and we see if you're hungry enough to eat it when it's done?"
Sam nodded.
"Sam?"
She opened her eyes, and found him crouched next to her, his eyes level with hers, and his expression concerned. She knew immediately why.
"I'm fine, Jack... just sleepy. Make a sandwich for me, and I'll eat it."
He nodded, but didn't move away from where he was.
"You're sure you're okay?"
"It's just the medication. Janet said it would make me sleepy."
True.
He nodded, and brushed his hand lightly against her cheek, checking to make sure there was no fever. There wasn't.
"Why don't you sleep, Sam? We'll eat later."
She nodded, and closed her eyes. That was a good idea.