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Well, not many reviews last time... I would like to thank all my reviewers, especially SamCrazed, iamdragonrider, SG-1fanatic, Foenixfyre, and Macisgate. You guys are great and I just wanted you to know. :) Now, on to the chapter! It's a bit of filler... sorry for that! More to come soon!
Our strengths are what divide us from the masses and make us unique. When a member of SG-1 loses their greatest asset, will they still be as valuable as they once were? And can that person come to grips with the loss?
What are we, without our Strengths?: The Empty Bed
When SG-1 returned to the SGC, Col. O'Neill gave Gen. Hammond a quick briefing on the situation then headed to find Carter in the infirmary to give her the good news. He turned the corner and entered the infirmary only to stop dead in his tracks. His breath caught in his throat and his mind went blank. His eyes locked onto the sight before him and it took him a few seconds to fully grasp the situation. Carter's bed was empty.
Where is she? The colonel thought to himself. She can't be gone! She was alright when we left! She can't be...! Wait... if something happened... wouldn't Hammond have told me...?
When his sanity finally caught up to his thoughts, O'Neill rushed over to the nearest nurse and grabbed her by the arm, spinning her around to face him.
"Where's Carter?" He asked in his most frightening military voice. Before the nurse could respond, doc Fraiser rushed out of her office and confronted the colonel.
"Easy colonel." Janet cooed in her most soothing voice. O'Neill, more content to find his answers with the commanding officer of the infirmary, released his hold on the nurse who sped away and was out of the room before the colonel had even turned to face the doctor.
"Where is she Janet?" O'Neill asked and the doctor saw the rage again building behind the colonel's eyes.
"She's alright." Fraiser began, in hopes that that fact would calm the colonel down. "I sent her home; she was completely well, other than the mental loss." When the doctor saw the rage vanish from the colonel's eyes, she asked her question. "Did you get it?"
"Tomorrow doc." O'Neill threw over his shoulder as he bolted out the door. He was down the hall and in his civvies in record time. Daniel and Teal'c managed to catch him just before he boarded the elevator to take him to the surface.
"Jack! Wait up!" Daniel called as he ran down the hallway. When he reached the colonel, he was out of breath and panting. He looked beside him and saw that his Jaffa friend had also traversed the hallway very quickly, but the Jaffa was neither tired nor out of breath. Daniel often wondered how Teal'c kept up like that... he never seemed to break into a run... unless totally necessary. "You're going to visit Sam? Count me in."
"Daniel..." O'Neill began. "I don't think so." He finished and then hesitated.
"What? Why not?" Daniel whined.
"I agree with O'Neill." Teal'c spoke up.
"You do?" Both other men asked at once.
"Indeed." Teal'c answered. "I do not believe it would be prudent for us all to attend Major Carter. She has suffered much both physically and mentally."
"See? That's what I meant." The colonel quickly covered.
"So who goes?"
"Major Carter is a strong warrior. I shall do my best to help her tomorrow." Teal'c said as he turned to walk away. He wanted to check on Carter, but he knew O'Neill would be more of a comfort to her right now.
"You or me, Jack?"
"I'm going."
"I'll Rock, Paper, Scissors you for it!" The two men shook fists, leaving the older man victorious.
"Daniel, you and your rocks!" O'Neill said as he boarded the elevator that arrived.
"Best two out of three?" Daniel pleaded. "Jack?" The elevator doors began closing. "Jack!" The colonel waved as the doors sealed.
"Come, Daniel Jackson. You promised you would advise me in the culinary art of... 'Brewing coffee'." At the sound of his favourite word, Daniel straightened up. He knew Sam would be OK; Jack would make sure of it.
Well, not many reviews last time... I would like to thank all my reviewers, especially SamCrazed, iamdragonrider, SG-1fanatic, Foenixfyre, and Macisgate. You guys are great and I just wanted you to know. :) Now, on to the chapter! It's a bit of filler... sorry for that! More to come soon!
Our strengths are what divide us from the masses and make us unique. When a member of SG-1 loses their greatest asset, will they still be as valuable as they once were? And can that person come to grips with the loss?
What are we, without our Strengths?: The Empty Bed
When SG-1 returned to the SGC, Col. O'Neill gave Gen. Hammond a quick briefing on the situation then headed to find Carter in the infirmary to give her the good news. He turned the corner and entered the infirmary only to stop dead in his tracks. His breath caught in his throat and his mind went blank. His eyes locked onto the sight before him and it took him a few seconds to fully grasp the situation. Carter's bed was empty.
Where is she? The colonel thought to himself. She can't be gone! She was alright when we left! She can't be...! Wait... if something happened... wouldn't Hammond have told me...?
When his sanity finally caught up to his thoughts, O'Neill rushed over to the nearest nurse and grabbed her by the arm, spinning her around to face him.
"Where's Carter?" He asked in his most frightening military voice. Before the nurse could respond, doc Fraiser rushed out of her office and confronted the colonel.
"Easy colonel." Janet cooed in her most soothing voice. O'Neill, more content to find his answers with the commanding officer of the infirmary, released his hold on the nurse who sped away and was out of the room before the colonel had even turned to face the doctor.
"Where is she Janet?" O'Neill asked and the doctor saw the rage again building behind the colonel's eyes.
"She's alright." Fraiser began, in hopes that that fact would calm the colonel down. "I sent her home; she was completely well, other than the mental loss." When the doctor saw the rage vanish from the colonel's eyes, she asked her question. "Did you get it?"
"Tomorrow doc." O'Neill threw over his shoulder as he bolted out the door. He was down the hall and in his civvies in record time. Daniel and Teal'c managed to catch him just before he boarded the elevator to take him to the surface.
"Jack! Wait up!" Daniel called as he ran down the hallway. When he reached the colonel, he was out of breath and panting. He looked beside him and saw that his Jaffa friend had also traversed the hallway very quickly, but the Jaffa was neither tired nor out of breath. Daniel often wondered how Teal'c kept up like that... he never seemed to break into a run... unless totally necessary. "You're going to visit Sam? Count me in."
"Daniel..." O'Neill began. "I don't think so." He finished and then hesitated.
"What? Why not?" Daniel whined.
"I agree with O'Neill." Teal'c spoke up.
"You do?" Both other men asked at once.
"Indeed." Teal'c answered. "I do not believe it would be prudent for us all to attend Major Carter. She has suffered much both physically and mentally."
"See? That's what I meant." The colonel quickly covered.
"So who goes?"
"Major Carter is a strong warrior. I shall do my best to help her tomorrow." Teal'c said as he turned to walk away. He wanted to check on Carter, but he knew O'Neill would be more of a comfort to her right now.
"You or me, Jack?"
"I'm going."
"I'll Rock, Paper, Scissors you for it!" The two men shook fists, leaving the older man victorious.
"Daniel, you and your rocks!" O'Neill said as he boarded the elevator that arrived.
"Best two out of three?" Daniel pleaded. "Jack?" The elevator doors began closing. "Jack!" The colonel waved as the doors sealed.
"Come, Daniel Jackson. You promised you would advise me in the culinary art of... 'Brewing coffee'." At the sound of his favourite word, Daniel straightened up. He knew Sam would be OK; Jack would make sure of it.