"Carter." Jack yelled.
"I'm coming sir." Sam grabbed her coat and bag in one hand and a glass of fruit juice and a thermometer in the other.
"You going somewhere?" Jack asked as he saw her coat.
"Yes. Now open up." She put the thermometer under his tongue.
"I thought I wasn't supposed to be left alone." He managed trying not to drop the thermometer.
"You aren't. You had a phone call yesterday, when I told the person that you had the chicken pox they offered to come and stay with you for a few hours so I could go home and water my plants."
"Who?" He mumbled, the thermometer still in his mouth.
"A surprise. Looks like the Tylenol is working for now. If you act like an adult while I'm gone I'll get a pizza for lunch."
"Carter, who's coming and do I need to get dressed?" Jack asked.
"Stay in your pyjamas. They won't mind." Sam got up as the doorbell rang. "Right on time, I'll see you later sir and don't scratch." Sam grabbed her bag and coat and went to answer the door. "Come in."
"You must be Sam, I'm Sara O'Neill."
"It's nice to meet you properly. The Colonel is on the couch."
"Hey Jack." Sara called.
"Sara what are you doing here?"
"Seeing how lucrative the Colonel sitting business is." Sam smiled.
"Sir, stay on that couch, don't complain and don't scratch while I show Sara where everything is."
"You're still acting like my mother Major."
"And you're still acting like a five-year old Colonel." Sam called back. "Just ignore him for five minutes. There's a set of instructions and signs to look for from Dr Fraiser pinned to the refrigerator. He's got another two hours before he can have any more medication. You need to take his temperature before you give him anything. If his fever is less than 102 just give him two Tylenol if it's higher but less than 106 give him the medication in the white bottle. If it's over 106 he needs to go into an ice bath and ring an ambulance get him taken the Academy hospital and have them contact Dr Janet Fraiser. He's not allowed alcohol however much he protests. He scratches a lot, there are two oven mitts and a roll of medical tape on the counter, you just have to watch the spots on his wrists. There's also calamine lotion but I leave that to him. He has a tendency to scratch with anything he can find. So I've cleared the lounge and his bedroom of most things he can scratch with. I've confiscated the TV remote, but I left him his games console because it keeps him entertained, but you know the Colonel has a short attention span even when it comes to his PlayStation."
"I know. I see why you refer to it as babysitting."
"Carter." Jack yelled.
"Yes sir?" Sam stood in the doorway to the lounge.
"Can you get some beer while you're out?"
"Sir, Janet says no alcohol, if you even pester Sara about it I'll take your PlayStation apart and take out all the important chips." Jack scowled at her. "Don't look at me like that because you know very well that I can do it. I can also have Daniel spill coffee on the important parts of your Gameboy after I have Siler practice using a small screwdriver on it instead of his big wrench."
"Fine." He huffed.
"Good. Sara I should be back by 1400 at the latest."
"Okay. Bye Sam." Sara walked into the lounge and sat in the chair next to Jack. "I like her."
"She grows on you."
"And she seems to have you under control."
"She keeps threatening to take my things apart. She's too smart for her own good. I prefer it when she follows my orders."
"From what I can tell she's under doctors orders." Sara pointed out.
"And General's. They're giving her hazard pay too."
"She deserves it, you are one of the worst patients when you're ill."
"You should meet Dr Fraiser if you think Carter's bad. Napoleonic warmonger, likes to stick me with big needles."
"Ah poor baby." Sara said sarcastically. "Don't scratch." She swatted his hand.
"I'm taking it that your not here just to tease me about having chicken pox."
"No, I called yesterday to see when you'd be home because there was something I wanted to talk to you about."
"What's going on Sara?"
"I'm getting married in two weeks. I wanted you to hear it from me."
"Congratulations. Anyone I know?"
"No. His name is Greg. You'd like him, he likes hockey and fishing. He's a good man Jack."
"What's he do?"
"He's a history professor. We met in the grocery store."
"That's original." Jack cracked before turning more solemn. "Does he know about.?"
"He knows about Charlie."
"Good. I'm happy for you."
TBC
A/N : The next chapter is a bit more depressing but it will cheer up I promise.
"I'm coming sir." Sam grabbed her coat and bag in one hand and a glass of fruit juice and a thermometer in the other.
"You going somewhere?" Jack asked as he saw her coat.
"Yes. Now open up." She put the thermometer under his tongue.
"I thought I wasn't supposed to be left alone." He managed trying not to drop the thermometer.
"You aren't. You had a phone call yesterday, when I told the person that you had the chicken pox they offered to come and stay with you for a few hours so I could go home and water my plants."
"Who?" He mumbled, the thermometer still in his mouth.
"A surprise. Looks like the Tylenol is working for now. If you act like an adult while I'm gone I'll get a pizza for lunch."
"Carter, who's coming and do I need to get dressed?" Jack asked.
"Stay in your pyjamas. They won't mind." Sam got up as the doorbell rang. "Right on time, I'll see you later sir and don't scratch." Sam grabbed her bag and coat and went to answer the door. "Come in."
"You must be Sam, I'm Sara O'Neill."
"It's nice to meet you properly. The Colonel is on the couch."
"Hey Jack." Sara called.
"Sara what are you doing here?"
"Seeing how lucrative the Colonel sitting business is." Sam smiled.
"Sir, stay on that couch, don't complain and don't scratch while I show Sara where everything is."
"You're still acting like my mother Major."
"And you're still acting like a five-year old Colonel." Sam called back. "Just ignore him for five minutes. There's a set of instructions and signs to look for from Dr Fraiser pinned to the refrigerator. He's got another two hours before he can have any more medication. You need to take his temperature before you give him anything. If his fever is less than 102 just give him two Tylenol if it's higher but less than 106 give him the medication in the white bottle. If it's over 106 he needs to go into an ice bath and ring an ambulance get him taken the Academy hospital and have them contact Dr Janet Fraiser. He's not allowed alcohol however much he protests. He scratches a lot, there are two oven mitts and a roll of medical tape on the counter, you just have to watch the spots on his wrists. There's also calamine lotion but I leave that to him. He has a tendency to scratch with anything he can find. So I've cleared the lounge and his bedroom of most things he can scratch with. I've confiscated the TV remote, but I left him his games console because it keeps him entertained, but you know the Colonel has a short attention span even when it comes to his PlayStation."
"I know. I see why you refer to it as babysitting."
"Carter." Jack yelled.
"Yes sir?" Sam stood in the doorway to the lounge.
"Can you get some beer while you're out?"
"Sir, Janet says no alcohol, if you even pester Sara about it I'll take your PlayStation apart and take out all the important chips." Jack scowled at her. "Don't look at me like that because you know very well that I can do it. I can also have Daniel spill coffee on the important parts of your Gameboy after I have Siler practice using a small screwdriver on it instead of his big wrench."
"Fine." He huffed.
"Good. Sara I should be back by 1400 at the latest."
"Okay. Bye Sam." Sara walked into the lounge and sat in the chair next to Jack. "I like her."
"She grows on you."
"And she seems to have you under control."
"She keeps threatening to take my things apart. She's too smart for her own good. I prefer it when she follows my orders."
"From what I can tell she's under doctors orders." Sara pointed out.
"And General's. They're giving her hazard pay too."
"She deserves it, you are one of the worst patients when you're ill."
"You should meet Dr Fraiser if you think Carter's bad. Napoleonic warmonger, likes to stick me with big needles."
"Ah poor baby." Sara said sarcastically. "Don't scratch." She swatted his hand.
"I'm taking it that your not here just to tease me about having chicken pox."
"No, I called yesterday to see when you'd be home because there was something I wanted to talk to you about."
"What's going on Sara?"
"I'm getting married in two weeks. I wanted you to hear it from me."
"Congratulations. Anyone I know?"
"No. His name is Greg. You'd like him, he likes hockey and fishing. He's a good man Jack."
"What's he do?"
"He's a history professor. We met in the grocery store."
"That's original." Jack cracked before turning more solemn. "Does he know about.?"
"He knows about Charlie."
"Good. I'm happy for you."
TBC
A/N : The next chapter is a bit more depressing but it will cheer up I promise.