Ch. 2
"You broke your leg," she stated as she stopped at the foot of his bed.
He glared at her. "And you're supposed to be the smart one."
She ignored that comment. "Sir, you went home last night. How did you break your leg at home?"
"Ankle," Janet supplied.
"I had an... incident."
"Sir, I'm going to tell her if you don't," Janet informed him with her most triumphant smile.
"You're an evil elf," he said, glaring at her.
Sam tried not to smile. She enjoyed the fact that her friend could get away with saying much more to her CO than she ever could, unless she wanted her file littered with as many court-martials as his was.
"All right. I fell," he informed her, as if it was a state secret.
"Doing what, sir?" she asked innocently.
"Playing hockey."
"Hockey? In May?"
"Street hockey. With the neighbors." Kids a third his age no doubt, she thought. "It's not my fault the braking systems on those damn rollerblades are crap. I don't care what Daniel says, they are NOTHING like ice skates."
"Yes, sir. How long are we going to be off active duty?" she asked Janet.
"I can't say at the moment. It's only a small fracture, no muscle damage luckily. I'll remove this cast in two weeks and do another round of X-Rays. We can go from there."
"I'll be fine," he insisted. "My bones heal very fast," he said proudly.
Sam tried very hard not to roll her eyes. Janet didn't bother. As she rolled them, she said, "It would be better if you didn't continually insist on checking their durability, Colonel."
"Yeah, yeah. Are you about done?"
"Yes, sir," she said, snapping off her gloves.
"Sam, while I would have naturally called you down here just to witness this lovely spectacle..." she paused and snatched a tongue-depresser from the Colonel's hands. It had been on a clear path towards the top of the cast. "I need you to give the Colonel a ride home."
"Sure."
"Hey, what about my truck?" he insisted.
"You won't be driving anyway, not with that cast on. Now, these are for pain and swelling. One every four hours as needed. NO BEER. Got it?"
When she spoke in THAT tone of voice, even Colonel O'Neill couldn't argue with her. "Yes, doc," he said meekly, taking the bottle of pills and handing them to Sam.
As Sam helped him up onto his crutches, Janet added casually, "Oh, Sam, you don't mind staying with him for a while, do you?"