PART 1 - Detecting a Problem
Dr. Samantha Carter-Hanson sat on the infirmary bed while the CMO of the SGC was getting the supplies to wrap her wrist.
"What happened?" asked Doctor Janet Fraiser.
"Nothing." replied Samantha Carter-Hanson. Janet looked at her skeptically. The last few months Janet noticed Sam's attitude and behavior has changed. She's closed herself off. Put walls up that no one can get past.
"You don't break your wrist by doing nothing, Sam."
"Janet, please. I don't need this right now."
"I'm sorry, but within the last six months you've broken your arm twice and now a broken wrist. What's going on?"
"Nothing." Sam repeated as she jumped off the infirmary bed and headed towards the door.
"Where are you going?"
"I'm leaving. I told you I didn't need the twenty questions right now. I don't need you to be a concerned friend. All I need is a doctor."
"Fine." Something in Janet's voice made her stop. Her voice took this professional tone which was just personal tone seconds before, "I'll just be your doctor. I'll fix your wrist and order you to go home and rest."
For a while they both were quiet until Janet broke the silence. "Oh, Cassie wanted to come over your house this weekend."
"No!" Sam said near a shout. "Um, tell her I'll try to come over your house."
Janet stayed silent for a moment, observing her friend before she continued, "She thinks you forgot about her."
"I didn't forget. I just have had things to deal with." Sam said in a quiet voice and breaking eye contact.
"It's okay. I'll just tell her you might stop by." she said finishing with the task.
"I got to go, Janet. I'll talk with you later."
"Bye Sam." Janet replied with Sam already half way out the door. "Oh, and Sam? I don't want to see you on this base for at least a week." Sam just nodded and left.
General Hammond sat at his desk when Doctor Fraiser and Colonel Jack O'Neill entered, occupying the two vacant seats. Dr. Fraiser asked for a private meeting to discuss 'things'.
"What are you saying, Doctor?" asked General George Hammond after Janet told them her suspicions.
"I think someone twisted her wrist until it broke. The way it hurt when I examined her backs it up. Then when I asked her what happened she got really defensive."
"Whoa, Doc, are you saying Hanson is beating her?" asked Colonel Jack O'Neill. Although Samantha Carter-Hanson wasn't a part of his team, as 2IC of Cheyenne Mountain he was called into the meeting. He respected Sam, even though she was a scientist. There was something about her that when you met her, you just couldn't hate her.
"Well, she doesn't have any visible bruises, but I'm saying it's possible with her recent injuries." Janet replied.
"Since Dr. Carter was supposed to go with SG-1 on the next mission, it's postponed until she can accompany you." Hammond informed O'Neill.
"Sir, permission to go ask Hanson what happened?" Jack asked.
"Only if you don't take your handgun." Jack just nodded at Hammond's statement and started walking out, only to be stopped by Janet.
"Colonel? Whatever you do, don't make it sound like Sam said he did it. If he is hurting her, he'll do worse next time for her saying something." Jack nodded again and walked out.
Hanson was walking down the corridor when he heard his name and turned around. He saw the Colonel jogging to catch up to him.
"Hanson?"
"Yes, Colonel?"
"I was wondering if you knew how Dr. Carter broke her wrist. She was supposed to accompany SG-1 on a mission and when she gets back I want to tell her to stay away from the doo-hickey she broke it with."
"She did say something in her lab fell on her, Sir. As to what it was I'm not totally sure." Hanson replied.
"Okay, well tell her everyone here wants her to get better."
"I will, Sir." They walked their separate ways. Jack went to his office and grabbed his keys. He went to the surface and started driving. Fifteen minutes later he was parked in front of Sam and Jonas' house. He got out of his car, grabbed the file he brought and knocked on the front door. He heard footsteps approaching from inside the house.
"Colonel?"
"Hey Carter. Can I talk to you?"
"Sure."
"Can I come in?"
"I don't think that would be a good idea.,"
"Right." he mumbled. "I was just wondering how you broke your wrist. You know, so I can tell you to be more careful and not postpone a mission."
She was silent for a moment, "I'm such a klutz. I was cleaning the house and I went to go down the stairs with a box in my hands and missed the step."
"Really?" She just shook her head in an affirmative gesture. "Well, because Jonas said you broke it in your lab." The look in her eyes turned to something he couldn't identify. Something he's never seen in her eyes. Fear? Terror?
"I think you should leave now, Colonel."
"Why do you stay with him when he does this to you?"
"I don't know what you are talking about."
"Cut the bullshit, Carter. I know what he's doing to you. If I see even one bruise or one more broken bone, I'm going to report it."
"Just leave it alone, Colonel. Jonas isn't doing anything to me." she looked over to the driveway when a car pulled up. "Shit."
Jack just looked at her like his suspicions were correct. As Jonas walked up to the porch he gave Sam a kiss on the cheek. "Colonel, what a surprise to see you here."
"Yeah. I was just giving Dr. Carter a file so she knows the insides and outs about her first mission when she returns." he said handing Sam a file that was in his hand.
"Well, I should be going. Carter, don't forget the doctors orders. Keep that wrist rested." She just nodded. By the time he got to his truck, Jonas was left on the porch by himself. He was staring at Jack.
Jack drove away and picked up his cell calling the General.
TBC
Dr. Samantha Carter-Hanson sat on the infirmary bed while the CMO of the SGC was getting the supplies to wrap her wrist.
"What happened?" asked Doctor Janet Fraiser.
"Nothing." replied Samantha Carter-Hanson. Janet looked at her skeptically. The last few months Janet noticed Sam's attitude and behavior has changed. She's closed herself off. Put walls up that no one can get past.
"You don't break your wrist by doing nothing, Sam."
"Janet, please. I don't need this right now."
"I'm sorry, but within the last six months you've broken your arm twice and now a broken wrist. What's going on?"
"Nothing." Sam repeated as she jumped off the infirmary bed and headed towards the door.
"Where are you going?"
"I'm leaving. I told you I didn't need the twenty questions right now. I don't need you to be a concerned friend. All I need is a doctor."
"Fine." Something in Janet's voice made her stop. Her voice took this professional tone which was just personal tone seconds before, "I'll just be your doctor. I'll fix your wrist and order you to go home and rest."
For a while they both were quiet until Janet broke the silence. "Oh, Cassie wanted to come over your house this weekend."
"No!" Sam said near a shout. "Um, tell her I'll try to come over your house."
Janet stayed silent for a moment, observing her friend before she continued, "She thinks you forgot about her."
"I didn't forget. I just have had things to deal with." Sam said in a quiet voice and breaking eye contact.
"It's okay. I'll just tell her you might stop by." she said finishing with the task.
"I got to go, Janet. I'll talk with you later."
"Bye Sam." Janet replied with Sam already half way out the door. "Oh, and Sam? I don't want to see you on this base for at least a week." Sam just nodded and left.
General Hammond sat at his desk when Doctor Fraiser and Colonel Jack O'Neill entered, occupying the two vacant seats. Dr. Fraiser asked for a private meeting to discuss 'things'.
"What are you saying, Doctor?" asked General George Hammond after Janet told them her suspicions.
"I think someone twisted her wrist until it broke. The way it hurt when I examined her backs it up. Then when I asked her what happened she got really defensive."
"Whoa, Doc, are you saying Hanson is beating her?" asked Colonel Jack O'Neill. Although Samantha Carter-Hanson wasn't a part of his team, as 2IC of Cheyenne Mountain he was called into the meeting. He respected Sam, even though she was a scientist. There was something about her that when you met her, you just couldn't hate her.
"Well, she doesn't have any visible bruises, but I'm saying it's possible with her recent injuries." Janet replied.
"Since Dr. Carter was supposed to go with SG-1 on the next mission, it's postponed until she can accompany you." Hammond informed O'Neill.
"Sir, permission to go ask Hanson what happened?" Jack asked.
"Only if you don't take your handgun." Jack just nodded at Hammond's statement and started walking out, only to be stopped by Janet.
"Colonel? Whatever you do, don't make it sound like Sam said he did it. If he is hurting her, he'll do worse next time for her saying something." Jack nodded again and walked out.
Hanson was walking down the corridor when he heard his name and turned around. He saw the Colonel jogging to catch up to him.
"Hanson?"
"Yes, Colonel?"
"I was wondering if you knew how Dr. Carter broke her wrist. She was supposed to accompany SG-1 on a mission and when she gets back I want to tell her to stay away from the doo-hickey she broke it with."
"She did say something in her lab fell on her, Sir. As to what it was I'm not totally sure." Hanson replied.
"Okay, well tell her everyone here wants her to get better."
"I will, Sir." They walked their separate ways. Jack went to his office and grabbed his keys. He went to the surface and started driving. Fifteen minutes later he was parked in front of Sam and Jonas' house. He got out of his car, grabbed the file he brought and knocked on the front door. He heard footsteps approaching from inside the house.
"Colonel?"
"Hey Carter. Can I talk to you?"
"Sure."
"Can I come in?"
"I don't think that would be a good idea.,"
"Right." he mumbled. "I was just wondering how you broke your wrist. You know, so I can tell you to be more careful and not postpone a mission."
She was silent for a moment, "I'm such a klutz. I was cleaning the house and I went to go down the stairs with a box in my hands and missed the step."
"Really?" She just shook her head in an affirmative gesture. "Well, because Jonas said you broke it in your lab." The look in her eyes turned to something he couldn't identify. Something he's never seen in her eyes. Fear? Terror?
"I think you should leave now, Colonel."
"Why do you stay with him when he does this to you?"
"I don't know what you are talking about."
"Cut the bullshit, Carter. I know what he's doing to you. If I see even one bruise or one more broken bone, I'm going to report it."
"Just leave it alone, Colonel. Jonas isn't doing anything to me." she looked over to the driveway when a car pulled up. "Shit."
Jack just looked at her like his suspicions were correct. As Jonas walked up to the porch he gave Sam a kiss on the cheek. "Colonel, what a surprise to see you here."
"Yeah. I was just giving Dr. Carter a file so she knows the insides and outs about her first mission when she returns." he said handing Sam a file that was in his hand.
"Well, I should be going. Carter, don't forget the doctors orders. Keep that wrist rested." She just nodded. By the time he got to his truck, Jonas was left on the porch by himself. He was staring at Jack.
Jack drove away and picked up his cell calling the General.
TBC