Doctor Frasier: Medicine Woman
Episode 1.1: BECAUSE IT'S THERE (PART 4)
By Jolinar @ Carter
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This is set in early series 6 and there might be some things that aren't in line with the series.
If you want to see what Bryalle really looks like, Try here. He will be a major player in this series.
This is a page or so shorter than the other parts. It found a natural ending and I didn't think it right to drag it out. Parts 5 and 6 will be considerably longer than 1 to 4.
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Why Climb Mount Everest? Because It's There.
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"Rise and shine," O'Neill said loudly and cheerily, as he walked in to the infirmary. "Sleep well? I did."
Sam's eyes remained closed and he shook her gently.
"Oh come on Carter, I know you're awake," He laughed, rolling his eyes. "Playing dead doesn't work on me." Silence. "Okay, well, I guess I'll go find Janet and her collection of needles and injections. Ass injections if you're lucky." That did the trick, her eyes opened angrily. "Oh, so you are alive. Good. Thought I was going to have to spend my down time arranging your funeral, and you know that would have been such a drag."
"What do you want sir?" She yawned.
"Well, a mansion, and...actually...no, I couldn't tell you the rest. I'd be up for a Court Martial or six. But it's breakfast in a minute, so you eating that would be a start," he shrugged, sitting down in his usual chair. "It's fruit salad day, mm yummy."
"I'm not very hungry, even though Janet has been starving me," she replied. There was a huge sadness to her tone.
"We don't want to go back down that road now, do we Sam?" O'Neill frowned.
"Fruit salad, you say?" She smiled fakely. "My favourite."
"Good. I think Cassy is going in to town later, she called me last night, asked me to ask you if there's anything you want?" Jack recalled.
"No, I'm good. Thank her though."
"Will do," he nodded.
"Colonel O'Neill to the Control Room! Colonel O'Neill to the Control Room!" Walter Davis called over the intercom.
"That's me," Jack sighed, jumping up. "I'll be back," he grinned, in a terminator type voice. She laughed and nodded slightly.
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"What's going on?" Jack asked as he arrived in the Control Room, to find Hammond already there.
"SG-3 are returning," Hammond replied grimly.
"Did they find him?"
"They haven't been gone long," Hammond said.
"Shit!" Jack exclaimed, hitting the wall in a fit of anger.
"Wait and see, son. That doesn't mean they didn't find him," The General reminded him.
"We'll find out soon, won't we?" Jack sighed.
The two men stood anxiously awaiting their team's return.
They watched as four men stepped through the Stargate, a stretcher carried by the younger two. One soldier, the second in command – a Major Melendez, was limping, leaning on the Commanding Officer. He looked up to Hammond sadly, they all did.
The body on the stretcher was covered up.
It was a dead body.
Jack ran down to the Gate Room, and then through the door in to the hall, catching the men carrying the stretcher. They stopped, and put it down on to the floor, turning away for a moment.
Jack silently uncovered the head.
He stood for a minute, and then re-covered the body.
He nodded to the men, who picked up the stretcher, and carried it away to the infirmary, or the morgue, or where ever these dead bodies went.
He fell back against the wall, closing his eyes for a minute.
He felt a hand on his shoulder.
He opened his eyes.
And he saw George Hammond, not General Hammond now, just George Hammond, standing beside him.
They stood in silence for a while.
Just for a while.
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Jack O'Neill plastered on his best grin, paused, and then entered the infirmary to find Sam propped up, eating her fruit salad.
"Hey," he grinned. "Well done."
"Yes, I battle evil aliens every day and get nothing, but I do get congratulated when I manage to feed myself," she rolled her eyes.
"Glad to see you're feeling a little better," he said as he sat down.
"What's going on then?" She asked, taking a small sip of tea. He smiled. She loved her tea. Plain tea, herbal tea, she loved the stuff. He was more of a coffee man himself.
"Nothing much..." He shrugged, sinking further in to the chair.
"Oh, okay..." she said, before choking. He took her cup of tea from her, worried that she might spill it as she shook. "Ugh. I think I should lie down again," she said, in a weaker voice now. He nodded and rearranged her pillows, and gently helped her down.
"That better?" He asked. She nodded. "Good. Listen, I hate to have to do this, but I am needed in a meeting right now..."
"Go," she nodded, closing her eyes. "I'm tired."
"Okay. I'll be back soon."
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The mood of the meeting was a very depressed one.
Daniel, Teal'C, Janet, Jack and the General were gathered around the table, in silence.
Jack was biting his nails.
Janet was smoothing her hair, again.
Hammond was just looking down at the table.
Daniel was twiddling his hands.
Teal'C was just...being Teal'C.
This was not a fun meeting at all.
"So what do we do, Doctor?" Hammond finally asked.
"She seems to be improving, she was a little happier after breakfast. And she ate breakfast..." Jack thought, sighing.
"I know." Janet said.
"I don't want this to knock her back. She'll just give up with bad news like this," he added.
"I know." Janet said again.
"But we can't keep him on ice for 3 months until she's better..." He sighed again.
"Maybe we should send him to the Tok'ra. They can probably preserve his body for a while," Daniel suggested. "I feel bad for Sam, deceiving her, but it's for her own good."
"I don't think we can tell her." Jack decided. "We can't risk it right now. She couldn't handle it."
"I agree. But she deserves to know the truth. To get to say goodbye to her father."
"What the hell do we do?" Jack growled, burying his head in his hands.
"I'll contact Bryalle. I need to anyway. We'll discuss it, and see what he says." Hammond ruled. "Don't tell her yet. Pretend everything is fine. I'll tell you what happens with the Tok'ra."
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"Did you call my father?" Sam asked, out of the blue, that afternoon.
Jack looked at Daniel and then replied, "We're talking to the Tok'ra now." Well, what else could he say? It was kind of the truth, any way.
"I don't know if I want him to see me in such a state," she thought. Jack smiled and squeezed her hand.
"You look lovely, Sam. All battered and bruised. You really are a Stargate Barbie," he joked.
That one made her laugh.
"I think I might join you for dinner tonight. It's pasta night. I love pasta," Jack said, changing the subject.
"Not hospital pasta," Sam groaned.
"Nope, infirmary pasta. Totally different. It's the same stuff as from the cafeteria," O'Neill noted.
"Even worse," she groaned again.
"Maybe we could get take out?" He said, with a smile. Mm. pizza.
"If I'm going to be in here for weeks it would be quite expensive to avoid their food," She pointed out. "But thanks."
"Well, then, we'll have take out on Saturdays and Sundays," Jack decided. "It'll be great. On Saturday we can have Pizza and watch action movies, and on Sunday we can watch The Simpsons and have KFC."
"Sounds great to me," Daniel agreed. "But only weekends. If we do it more than twice a week she won't want to leave."
"The amount of blood that vampire Shelby is taking, and the amount of injections and check ups and wound checks and stuff...I can't wait to leave." Sam shook her head. "I do not like her."
"She's sweet. She's looking after you. You just wait until she has you working your ass off getting better. But at least she gives you candy." O'Neill defended her.
"Speaking of candy," Teal'C said, bringing his arm forward from behind his back to reveal a box of chocolates. He smiled, and handed them to her.
"A girl's best friend," She said, her face lighting up. "Thank you Teal'C."
"Be nice, share." He said expectantly, and as if he were talking to a four year old.
She burst out laughing, and then stopped. "Ahh, aww!" She said. She lay back and smiled again. "Sorry. Thanks Teal'C." She opened the box, and waved it in his direction. He took a white one with a plain chocolate icing on top. He grinned and threw it in to his mouth. His face then displayed a look of pure satisfaction.
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"Jack?" Hammond called, from the other end of the corridor. The Colonel was on his way to the bathroom.
"Yes sir?" Jack swivelled around to face his commander. "What did the Joe Lando look alike have to say?"
Hammond was going to tell Jack he was right about the look alike thing, but decided against it. "Yes, well, it's a sticky topic. Marc Carter, of course, needs to see the body. The Tok'ra have agreed to store it until we decide it's time to tell Samantha. I hate lying, and this is not something we should do. I'm trying to keep this all as hushed as possible. But I think it's justified because any more stress on her..."
"What do we do? Give the body back over to the Tok'ra, then bring it back here when she's well? Then transfer the body to the AFA hospital and let the family bury it?" Jack wondered.
"That's the plan."
"I hate this."
"So do I. But we're protecting her, Jack."
"She'll be so pissed off."
"But she'll be alive."
"Yes she will."
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To Be Continued.
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In Part 5: Feeling like a burden, Sam tries to recover on her own, without her friends, and lashes out at them when they try to help, but through it all, they refuse to leave.
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Feedback: Welcomed.
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Flames: Not.
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Had never gotten a flame in 3, 4 years until around a week ago. It isn't nice. I've never sent one. Please criticise but don't flame. They're 2 completely different things.
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(The flame was for a different fiction that I wrote aged 11 that I had lots of positive replies to.)
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Episode 1.1: BECAUSE IT'S THERE (PART 4)
By Jolinar @ Carter
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This is set in early series 6 and there might be some things that aren't in line with the series.
If you want to see what Bryalle really looks like, Try here. He will be a major player in this series.
This is a page or so shorter than the other parts. It found a natural ending and I didn't think it right to drag it out. Parts 5 and 6 will be considerably longer than 1 to 4.
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Why Climb Mount Everest? Because It's There.
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"Rise and shine," O'Neill said loudly and cheerily, as he walked in to the infirmary. "Sleep well? I did."
Sam's eyes remained closed and he shook her gently.
"Oh come on Carter, I know you're awake," He laughed, rolling his eyes. "Playing dead doesn't work on me." Silence. "Okay, well, I guess I'll go find Janet and her collection of needles and injections. Ass injections if you're lucky." That did the trick, her eyes opened angrily. "Oh, so you are alive. Good. Thought I was going to have to spend my down time arranging your funeral, and you know that would have been such a drag."
"What do you want sir?" She yawned.
"Well, a mansion, and...actually...no, I couldn't tell you the rest. I'd be up for a Court Martial or six. But it's breakfast in a minute, so you eating that would be a start," he shrugged, sitting down in his usual chair. "It's fruit salad day, mm yummy."
"I'm not very hungry, even though Janet has been starving me," she replied. There was a huge sadness to her tone.
"We don't want to go back down that road now, do we Sam?" O'Neill frowned.
"Fruit salad, you say?" She smiled fakely. "My favourite."
"Good. I think Cassy is going in to town later, she called me last night, asked me to ask you if there's anything you want?" Jack recalled.
"No, I'm good. Thank her though."
"Will do," he nodded.
"Colonel O'Neill to the Control Room! Colonel O'Neill to the Control Room!" Walter Davis called over the intercom.
"That's me," Jack sighed, jumping up. "I'll be back," he grinned, in a terminator type voice. She laughed and nodded slightly.
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"What's going on?" Jack asked as he arrived in the Control Room, to find Hammond already there.
"SG-3 are returning," Hammond replied grimly.
"Did they find him?"
"They haven't been gone long," Hammond said.
"Shit!" Jack exclaimed, hitting the wall in a fit of anger.
"Wait and see, son. That doesn't mean they didn't find him," The General reminded him.
"We'll find out soon, won't we?" Jack sighed.
The two men stood anxiously awaiting their team's return.
They watched as four men stepped through the Stargate, a stretcher carried by the younger two. One soldier, the second in command – a Major Melendez, was limping, leaning on the Commanding Officer. He looked up to Hammond sadly, they all did.
The body on the stretcher was covered up.
It was a dead body.
Jack ran down to the Gate Room, and then through the door in to the hall, catching the men carrying the stretcher. They stopped, and put it down on to the floor, turning away for a moment.
Jack silently uncovered the head.
He stood for a minute, and then re-covered the body.
He nodded to the men, who picked up the stretcher, and carried it away to the infirmary, or the morgue, or where ever these dead bodies went.
He fell back against the wall, closing his eyes for a minute.
He felt a hand on his shoulder.
He opened his eyes.
And he saw George Hammond, not General Hammond now, just George Hammond, standing beside him.
They stood in silence for a while.
Just for a while.
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Jack O'Neill plastered on his best grin, paused, and then entered the infirmary to find Sam propped up, eating her fruit salad.
"Hey," he grinned. "Well done."
"Yes, I battle evil aliens every day and get nothing, but I do get congratulated when I manage to feed myself," she rolled her eyes.
"Glad to see you're feeling a little better," he said as he sat down.
"What's going on then?" She asked, taking a small sip of tea. He smiled. She loved her tea. Plain tea, herbal tea, she loved the stuff. He was more of a coffee man himself.
"Nothing much..." He shrugged, sinking further in to the chair.
"Oh, okay..." she said, before choking. He took her cup of tea from her, worried that she might spill it as she shook. "Ugh. I think I should lie down again," she said, in a weaker voice now. He nodded and rearranged her pillows, and gently helped her down.
"That better?" He asked. She nodded. "Good. Listen, I hate to have to do this, but I am needed in a meeting right now..."
"Go," she nodded, closing her eyes. "I'm tired."
"Okay. I'll be back soon."
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The mood of the meeting was a very depressed one.
Daniel, Teal'C, Janet, Jack and the General were gathered around the table, in silence.
Jack was biting his nails.
Janet was smoothing her hair, again.
Hammond was just looking down at the table.
Daniel was twiddling his hands.
Teal'C was just...being Teal'C.
This was not a fun meeting at all.
"So what do we do, Doctor?" Hammond finally asked.
"She seems to be improving, she was a little happier after breakfast. And she ate breakfast..." Jack thought, sighing.
"I know." Janet said.
"I don't want this to knock her back. She'll just give up with bad news like this," he added.
"I know." Janet said again.
"But we can't keep him on ice for 3 months until she's better..." He sighed again.
"Maybe we should send him to the Tok'ra. They can probably preserve his body for a while," Daniel suggested. "I feel bad for Sam, deceiving her, but it's for her own good."
"I don't think we can tell her." Jack decided. "We can't risk it right now. She couldn't handle it."
"I agree. But she deserves to know the truth. To get to say goodbye to her father."
"What the hell do we do?" Jack growled, burying his head in his hands.
"I'll contact Bryalle. I need to anyway. We'll discuss it, and see what he says." Hammond ruled. "Don't tell her yet. Pretend everything is fine. I'll tell you what happens with the Tok'ra."
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"Did you call my father?" Sam asked, out of the blue, that afternoon.
Jack looked at Daniel and then replied, "We're talking to the Tok'ra now." Well, what else could he say? It was kind of the truth, any way.
"I don't know if I want him to see me in such a state," she thought. Jack smiled and squeezed her hand.
"You look lovely, Sam. All battered and bruised. You really are a Stargate Barbie," he joked.
That one made her laugh.
"I think I might join you for dinner tonight. It's pasta night. I love pasta," Jack said, changing the subject.
"Not hospital pasta," Sam groaned.
"Nope, infirmary pasta. Totally different. It's the same stuff as from the cafeteria," O'Neill noted.
"Even worse," she groaned again.
"Maybe we could get take out?" He said, with a smile. Mm. pizza.
"If I'm going to be in here for weeks it would be quite expensive to avoid their food," She pointed out. "But thanks."
"Well, then, we'll have take out on Saturdays and Sundays," Jack decided. "It'll be great. On Saturday we can have Pizza and watch action movies, and on Sunday we can watch The Simpsons and have KFC."
"Sounds great to me," Daniel agreed. "But only weekends. If we do it more than twice a week she won't want to leave."
"The amount of blood that vampire Shelby is taking, and the amount of injections and check ups and wound checks and stuff...I can't wait to leave." Sam shook her head. "I do not like her."
"She's sweet. She's looking after you. You just wait until she has you working your ass off getting better. But at least she gives you candy." O'Neill defended her.
"Speaking of candy," Teal'C said, bringing his arm forward from behind his back to reveal a box of chocolates. He smiled, and handed them to her.
"A girl's best friend," She said, her face lighting up. "Thank you Teal'C."
"Be nice, share." He said expectantly, and as if he were talking to a four year old.
She burst out laughing, and then stopped. "Ahh, aww!" She said. She lay back and smiled again. "Sorry. Thanks Teal'C." She opened the box, and waved it in his direction. He took a white one with a plain chocolate icing on top. He grinned and threw it in to his mouth. His face then displayed a look of pure satisfaction.
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"Jack?" Hammond called, from the other end of the corridor. The Colonel was on his way to the bathroom.
"Yes sir?" Jack swivelled around to face his commander. "What did the Joe Lando look alike have to say?"
Hammond was going to tell Jack he was right about the look alike thing, but decided against it. "Yes, well, it's a sticky topic. Marc Carter, of course, needs to see the body. The Tok'ra have agreed to store it until we decide it's time to tell Samantha. I hate lying, and this is not something we should do. I'm trying to keep this all as hushed as possible. But I think it's justified because any more stress on her..."
"What do we do? Give the body back over to the Tok'ra, then bring it back here when she's well? Then transfer the body to the AFA hospital and let the family bury it?" Jack wondered.
"That's the plan."
"I hate this."
"So do I. But we're protecting her, Jack."
"She'll be so pissed off."
"But she'll be alive."
"Yes she will."
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To Be Continued.
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In Part 5: Feeling like a burden, Sam tries to recover on her own, without her friends, and lashes out at them when they try to help, but through it all, they refuse to leave.
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Feedback: Welcomed.
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Flames: Not.
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Had never gotten a flame in 3, 4 years until around a week ago. It isn't nice. I've never sent one. Please criticise but don't flame. They're 2 completely different things.
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(The flame was for a different fiction that I wrote aged 11 that I had lots of positive replies to.)
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