"I also miss JanetFrasier." Teal'c said. No-one had seen him enter. Like Daniel, he'd removed his jacket, but was still wearing a tie. Jack silently offered him one of the glasses, but Teal'c shook his head.
"Is SamanthaCarter quite all right?" he enquired.
"She's changing." Jack told him. "But no, she's not ok. Won't be for a long while." He said, remembering the way she'd clung to him, her heartbreaking sobs.
"She and Janet were really close. Like sisters." Daniel said, staring down at his glass.
"You know, that used to worry me. I don't mean them being close, I mean, what did they talk about?" Jack said.
"In what way, O'Neill?"
"Well, I'd get my yearly physical off Janet. Then ten minutes later, her and Sam would be in a corner somewhere, heads together, giggling. Now I ask you, what was that all about?"
"Dr Frasier would not have revealed any medical secrets" Teal'c said complacently. Obviously his physicals had not left him anything to be worried about.
"You sure? I mean are you really really sure? We're talking best friends here. Women talk, you know?"
"No, I do not know."
"By the way." Daniel said, "Good speech, Teal'c."
"I did not make a speech."
"But you helped Carter write it." Jack told him, pouring himself a third glass of whisky, and another for the footsteps he could hear in the hall. "She told us."
"I could not have said those words as well as MajorCarter. And it was fitting that she, as JanetFrasier's closest companion should speak."
"Thanks for the help." Sam said. She stood in the doorway, back in fatigues. Her face was pale, her eyes bloodshot, but she was smiling.
"Drink?" Jack said, holding out a full glass. She took it and downed it in one.
"You might want to take the drinking a bit slower." Jack said, as she poured another one. "Or not." He continued, as she drained the glass again. She got up on the bed, and sat next to Jack, obviously a little woozy.
"Have you eaten today?" Jack asked suspiciously. She shook her head. "Then you're going to get drunk very quickly." He told her.
"Good." She replied, and wriggled until she was sitting close enough to Jack that her shoulder touched his. He tensed up a little inside, as he always did when she touched him, but he hid it well, as always, merely looking at her.
"I was just remembering when Janet and I became really close" Sam said.
"Tell us." Daniel asked, sitting on the end of the bed.
"Well," she said, smiling slowly. "It was when Hathor came." Jack and Daniel groaned, and glanced at each other. Teal'c nodded approvingly. "She was really good at dealing with it, a lot better then me. I think she even enjoyed it. Seducing the guard, shooting people. I was impressed."
"JanetFrasier would indeed have been a most formidable warrior, if she had not chosen to become a healer." Teal'c said, remembering the tiny little women throwing herself into the battle like she was ten feet tall. He'd respected her before that, but then he admired her.
"But the real fun for us," Sam said, smiling mischievously, "was writing the reports afterwards. How to describe everything that had happened, and how everyone behaved, in strictly military and medical terms. We couldn't decide how to describe Daniel's state after Hathor had extracted his DNA."
"Oh God." Daniel groaned.
"Eventually she came up with the perfect phrase. Dr. Jackson was suffering from Post Coital Distress Syndrome."
She laughed, and took another sip from her glass. Daniel buried his face in his hands.
"Hey, we were drugged." Jack pointed out.
"I resisted the drug." Teal'c pointed out. Sam raised her glass to him, and he inclined his head in reply.
"And then she took Cassie." Sam said, her voice serious again. "I really wanted Cassie, but I knew it'd be impossible. I thought I'd lose her." Jack found himself slipping an arm round her, in comfort. "But when I bought Cassie back to the SGC, after the bomb hadn't gone off, Janet's face lit up. She practically cried in relief. I hadn't realised Janet loved her so much. And I knew it'd be ok. Cassie would still be around, and she'd have a really great mom, one who wasn't off-world all the time. We'd all be ok, and we'd all be together." She took another sip from her glass, as a heavy tear spilled.
"Is SamanthaCarter quite all right?" he enquired.
"She's changing." Jack told him. "But no, she's not ok. Won't be for a long while." He said, remembering the way she'd clung to him, her heartbreaking sobs.
"She and Janet were really close. Like sisters." Daniel said, staring down at his glass.
"You know, that used to worry me. I don't mean them being close, I mean, what did they talk about?" Jack said.
"In what way, O'Neill?"
"Well, I'd get my yearly physical off Janet. Then ten minutes later, her and Sam would be in a corner somewhere, heads together, giggling. Now I ask you, what was that all about?"
"Dr Frasier would not have revealed any medical secrets" Teal'c said complacently. Obviously his physicals had not left him anything to be worried about.
"You sure? I mean are you really really sure? We're talking best friends here. Women talk, you know?"
"No, I do not know."
"By the way." Daniel said, "Good speech, Teal'c."
"I did not make a speech."
"But you helped Carter write it." Jack told him, pouring himself a third glass of whisky, and another for the footsteps he could hear in the hall. "She told us."
"I could not have said those words as well as MajorCarter. And it was fitting that she, as JanetFrasier's closest companion should speak."
"Thanks for the help." Sam said. She stood in the doorway, back in fatigues. Her face was pale, her eyes bloodshot, but she was smiling.
"Drink?" Jack said, holding out a full glass. She took it and downed it in one.
"You might want to take the drinking a bit slower." Jack said, as she poured another one. "Or not." He continued, as she drained the glass again. She got up on the bed, and sat next to Jack, obviously a little woozy.
"Have you eaten today?" Jack asked suspiciously. She shook her head. "Then you're going to get drunk very quickly." He told her.
"Good." She replied, and wriggled until she was sitting close enough to Jack that her shoulder touched his. He tensed up a little inside, as he always did when she touched him, but he hid it well, as always, merely looking at her.
"I was just remembering when Janet and I became really close" Sam said.
"Tell us." Daniel asked, sitting on the end of the bed.
"Well," she said, smiling slowly. "It was when Hathor came." Jack and Daniel groaned, and glanced at each other. Teal'c nodded approvingly. "She was really good at dealing with it, a lot better then me. I think she even enjoyed it. Seducing the guard, shooting people. I was impressed."
"JanetFrasier would indeed have been a most formidable warrior, if she had not chosen to become a healer." Teal'c said, remembering the tiny little women throwing herself into the battle like she was ten feet tall. He'd respected her before that, but then he admired her.
"But the real fun for us," Sam said, smiling mischievously, "was writing the reports afterwards. How to describe everything that had happened, and how everyone behaved, in strictly military and medical terms. We couldn't decide how to describe Daniel's state after Hathor had extracted his DNA."
"Oh God." Daniel groaned.
"Eventually she came up with the perfect phrase. Dr. Jackson was suffering from Post Coital Distress Syndrome."
She laughed, and took another sip from her glass. Daniel buried his face in his hands.
"Hey, we were drugged." Jack pointed out.
"I resisted the drug." Teal'c pointed out. Sam raised her glass to him, and he inclined his head in reply.
"And then she took Cassie." Sam said, her voice serious again. "I really wanted Cassie, but I knew it'd be impossible. I thought I'd lose her." Jack found himself slipping an arm round her, in comfort. "But when I bought Cassie back to the SGC, after the bomb hadn't gone off, Janet's face lit up. She practically cried in relief. I hadn't realised Janet loved her so much. And I knew it'd be ok. Cassie would still be around, and she'd have a really great mom, one who wasn't off-world all the time. We'd all be ok, and we'd all be together." She took another sip from her glass, as a heavy tear spilled.