Shower of Sparks: Chapter 3:
Summary: Teal'c's POV on the situation
"Let's move out," commanded O'Neill.
"Jack, don't just run after them, guns all a blazing," cautioned Daniel.
"They've got Carter," O'Neill replied tightly.
"Yes, but you don't know why. From the trail we just followed, she appears to have hiked here on her own," continued Daniel bravely facing the glare of O'Neill. "The point is, Jack, that she may have been hurt and maybe they're helping her."
Teal'c watched the exchange impassively as usual. He found the interaction of the two men endlessly fascinating. They were so opposite in temperament, and yet both so alike in their zeal to defend others. O'Neill's brand of military zeal had immediately found an echo in his own soldier-like upbringing, while it had taken some time for him to appreciate Daniel Jackson's particular idealism. The ideas that all men are equals and that one should be considered innocent until proven guilty were so fundamental to the Tauri and yet so alien to all other societies he had seen over the years. It had taken him a while to realize that these ideas were what he was fighting for against the goa'uld and these ideas were what he wanted to give to his own people some day. That day when they could live in freedom from the tyranny of the goa'uld was the vision that kept him going. At the moment, the best way to accomplish that goal was to help these men in the fight against their common enemy.
"For crying out loud, Daniel, for once will you just do what I order you to do without arguing. Just go back to the stargate and get us some help," O'Neill said in exasperation. As he flung his left hand out towards the cliff they had just climbed down, several droplets of blood flew out arcing down onto Daniel's jacket.
"O'Neill, you are injured," a surprised Teal'c announced the obvious. He shrugged off his pack and produced a small first aid kit from one of the front pockets.
"It's nothing," protested O'Neill.
Teal'c took O'Neill's forearm in his own strong hand and rotated O'Neill's palm up so he could see the injury. Teal'c shook his head, "It is not. You have several cuts including that one deep one, and they need to be attended to."
"We NEED to get going," argued O'Neill impatiently.
"You don't need to risk getting an infection, and you'll need your hand as healed as possible if we should go into battle," argued Teal'c patiently. He could tell O'Neill was determined to be stubborn, so he pulled out his best argument. "Besides, we need to observe Daniel Jackson return up the cliff safely before we can continue." Teal'c knew that O'Neill would never put himself first, but if the safety of any of his team was in jeopardy he would always see to it.
O'Neill's eyes softened as he gave in to Teal'c and allowed the big man to push him away from the cliff edge and down on to a boulder to sit with a view of the way back up to the high valley they had come from. "Go on then," he scolded Daniel.
Teal'c looked over at Daniel who was still standing there with a look of concern on his face. "I will take care of him," he reassured the archeologist. The two exchanged a look and Teal'c knew that Daniel had understood. He would both take care of the injury and make sure that O'Neill did not do anything rash.
"Right," acknowledged Daniel and swung his own backpack off. "But first, let me give you the rest of my supplies. He handed Teal's two bottles of water and a Ziploc pouch with field rations. "I'll be back as soon as I can," promised Daniel Jackson as he swung the pack back on, turned and began climbing back up the slope.
Juggling the supplies for a moment, Teal'c set all but one bottle of water and the first aid kit he still held down by his pack, then Teal'c turned his back to the cliff and knelt on one knee beside O'Neill. First, he poured some water onto the hand to wash away the blood, then he rested the injured hand on his other knee like a table and examined the injuries more closely. "There are a couple of pieces of gravel under the skin that I must remove before I bandage your hand, O'Neill," he warned. O'Neill just grunted. All throughout the procedure, O'Neill stared stoically up the cliff, flinching only once when Teal'c dug out a sharp bit of rock. Teal'c admired his stoicism. It was easy to be stoic when a symbiote protected and healed you, but it was another thing to endure injury unaided. Finished with taping the gauze on, he returned those supplies and retrieved two pill bottles from the first aid kit. He poured out two analgesics from one bottle and a huge capsule containing a mixture of antibiotics from the other, and held them out to O'Neill.
"Not one of the Doc's horse pills," complained O'Neill, but he gratefully placed them in his mouth.
"Drink some water," Teal'c handed him the bottle.
"Yes, mother," O'Neill replied sarcastically. Teal'c gave a small smile, knowing that the man was all right when he was able to make jokes.
"Good luck guys!" came a cry from the top of the cliff and they both looked up to see that Daniel Jackson had made it safely to the top. He waved once and then disappeared out of view as he turned the corner back into the high valley.
"Now let's go rescue Sam," ordered O'Neill with an agonized look, more in pain with worry than with his own injury.
Teal'c raised an eyebrow at his word choice. O'Neill almost always called her Carter, never Sam. He suddenly realized how much the woman really meant to the man. "Indeed," he replied in agreement, and quickly turned to reorganize his backpack. Then the two men set off jogging down the trail into the bright morning.
Dear Readers, Thanks so much for your kind reviews. I'm sorry this is rather short, but I am leaving on vacation tomorrow. Hopefully, the rest of the story will only be enhanced by my ruminations on the beach in Hawaii! Look for another chapter at the end of the month. Thanks all!
Summary: Teal'c's POV on the situation
"Let's move out," commanded O'Neill.
"Jack, don't just run after them, guns all a blazing," cautioned Daniel.
"They've got Carter," O'Neill replied tightly.
"Yes, but you don't know why. From the trail we just followed, she appears to have hiked here on her own," continued Daniel bravely facing the glare of O'Neill. "The point is, Jack, that she may have been hurt and maybe they're helping her."
Teal'c watched the exchange impassively as usual. He found the interaction of the two men endlessly fascinating. They were so opposite in temperament, and yet both so alike in their zeal to defend others. O'Neill's brand of military zeal had immediately found an echo in his own soldier-like upbringing, while it had taken some time for him to appreciate Daniel Jackson's particular idealism. The ideas that all men are equals and that one should be considered innocent until proven guilty were so fundamental to the Tauri and yet so alien to all other societies he had seen over the years. It had taken him a while to realize that these ideas were what he was fighting for against the goa'uld and these ideas were what he wanted to give to his own people some day. That day when they could live in freedom from the tyranny of the goa'uld was the vision that kept him going. At the moment, the best way to accomplish that goal was to help these men in the fight against their common enemy.
"For crying out loud, Daniel, for once will you just do what I order you to do without arguing. Just go back to the stargate and get us some help," O'Neill said in exasperation. As he flung his left hand out towards the cliff they had just climbed down, several droplets of blood flew out arcing down onto Daniel's jacket.
"O'Neill, you are injured," a surprised Teal'c announced the obvious. He shrugged off his pack and produced a small first aid kit from one of the front pockets.
"It's nothing," protested O'Neill.
Teal'c took O'Neill's forearm in his own strong hand and rotated O'Neill's palm up so he could see the injury. Teal'c shook his head, "It is not. You have several cuts including that one deep one, and they need to be attended to."
"We NEED to get going," argued O'Neill impatiently.
"You don't need to risk getting an infection, and you'll need your hand as healed as possible if we should go into battle," argued Teal'c patiently. He could tell O'Neill was determined to be stubborn, so he pulled out his best argument. "Besides, we need to observe Daniel Jackson return up the cliff safely before we can continue." Teal'c knew that O'Neill would never put himself first, but if the safety of any of his team was in jeopardy he would always see to it.
O'Neill's eyes softened as he gave in to Teal'c and allowed the big man to push him away from the cliff edge and down on to a boulder to sit with a view of the way back up to the high valley they had come from. "Go on then," he scolded Daniel.
Teal'c looked over at Daniel who was still standing there with a look of concern on his face. "I will take care of him," he reassured the archeologist. The two exchanged a look and Teal'c knew that Daniel had understood. He would both take care of the injury and make sure that O'Neill did not do anything rash.
"Right," acknowledged Daniel and swung his own backpack off. "But first, let me give you the rest of my supplies. He handed Teal's two bottles of water and a Ziploc pouch with field rations. "I'll be back as soon as I can," promised Daniel Jackson as he swung the pack back on, turned and began climbing back up the slope.
Juggling the supplies for a moment, Teal'c set all but one bottle of water and the first aid kit he still held down by his pack, then Teal'c turned his back to the cliff and knelt on one knee beside O'Neill. First, he poured some water onto the hand to wash away the blood, then he rested the injured hand on his other knee like a table and examined the injuries more closely. "There are a couple of pieces of gravel under the skin that I must remove before I bandage your hand, O'Neill," he warned. O'Neill just grunted. All throughout the procedure, O'Neill stared stoically up the cliff, flinching only once when Teal'c dug out a sharp bit of rock. Teal'c admired his stoicism. It was easy to be stoic when a symbiote protected and healed you, but it was another thing to endure injury unaided. Finished with taping the gauze on, he returned those supplies and retrieved two pill bottles from the first aid kit. He poured out two analgesics from one bottle and a huge capsule containing a mixture of antibiotics from the other, and held them out to O'Neill.
"Not one of the Doc's horse pills," complained O'Neill, but he gratefully placed them in his mouth.
"Drink some water," Teal'c handed him the bottle.
"Yes, mother," O'Neill replied sarcastically. Teal'c gave a small smile, knowing that the man was all right when he was able to make jokes.
"Good luck guys!" came a cry from the top of the cliff and they both looked up to see that Daniel Jackson had made it safely to the top. He waved once and then disappeared out of view as he turned the corner back into the high valley.
"Now let's go rescue Sam," ordered O'Neill with an agonized look, more in pain with worry than with his own injury.
Teal'c raised an eyebrow at his word choice. O'Neill almost always called her Carter, never Sam. He suddenly realized how much the woman really meant to the man. "Indeed," he replied in agreement, and quickly turned to reorganize his backpack. Then the two men set off jogging down the trail into the bright morning.
Dear Readers, Thanks so much for your kind reviews. I'm sorry this is rather short, but I am leaving on vacation tomorrow. Hopefully, the rest of the story will only be enhanced by my ruminations on the beach in Hawaii! Look for another chapter at the end of the month. Thanks all!