Ch. 8
Janet Fraiser knocked on the door to Colonel O'Neill's house, surprised when her own daughter answered it almost immediately.
"Hi, sweetie, how was your day?" she asked as she stepped inside and hugged her quickly.
"Oh, it got a lot more interesting once I got here," Cassie replied.
"Why, what's going on? Where's Sam?"
"In the bathroom. With Jack."
"Why..."
"Oh, they were arguing like an old married couple when I got here, she came out to talk to me while he shaved or something, but he started yelling that he was bleeding, she went back to check on him, that's the last I've seen of them in five minutes."
"Five minutes, he could be seriously hurt," Janet said quickly, the doctor part of her brain taking over as she hurried towards the Colonel's bathroom with her daughter in tow.
"I doubt that, Mom," Cassie tried to warn her.
Janet stopped as she could hear him talking through the almost closed bathroom door. "It hurts my armpit to lean on one side and shave with the other hand," he was whining.
"Well, you can't really leave it like that, you're only halfway done," Sam's voice countered logically.
"Am I still bleeding? I think I need a transfusion."
"No, you're not still bleeding. Relax."
"I think I'm still bleeding. What are you doing?"
"Looking for a mirror you can hold in front of you while you sit there so you don't have to whine about your armpits."
"I wasn't whining."
"Yes, you were."
"No I wasn't."
"Fine. Have it your way."
"I don't have one."
"One what?"
"Mirror."
"How can you not have a mirror?"
"Well, there's one on the wall right there, why would I need another one?"
Sam let out a frustrated cry and said, "Fine, be still."
"Sam be careful..."
"Stop talking or I might accidentally cut you again."
"Accidentally?"
"Well, it would be pretty easy to make it look like an accident when the police question me about it."
"I'll be quiet now."
"Good."
Janet was holding her mouth and shaking with silent giggles. Cassie was getting used to it by this point, but after a few moments of silence, followed by Sam saying, "You really shouldn't have put on that clean shirt BEFORE you shaved. Now you need another one," even Cassie was cracking up again.
She waved for her mom to follow her out of room before they were overheard. They retreated to the safety of the living room before bursting out laughing simultaneously.
"What's so funny?" Sam asked as she came into the living room.
"Nothing," they both said at the same time, looking at each other and bursting into laughter again.
"What's so funny?" Jack asked as he hobbled into the room. They both laughed even harder. He turned to Sam for an explanation.
"Apparently nothing," she said, looking back and forth between the two.
"These Fraiser women are very strange creatures," Jack said in a very loud whisper.
Sam laughed and said, "Yeah, maybe we should send them to Area 51 for analysis."
Janet and Cassie both got control of themselves at that point and Cassie decided a little payback was in order for that remark. "Jack, nice shirt," she said casually.
Sam narrowed her eyes suspiciously but didn't say anything. Jack glanced down at the plain gray shirt he was wearing and looked at her like she was insane.
"Sam, honey, there's something in your ear," Janet said innocently, wiping at a spot just behind Sam's left ear. "Looks like shaving cream."
"Huh, imagine that," Jack said casually as he sat down in his big comfy chair and Sam went into the kitchen to clean herself up, trying not to blush.
Jack turned his attention to Cassie. "So, any new guys I need to lay down the law with?"
"Anything to report that would settle all those bets on base?" she countered.
He swallowed and turned to Janet. "So, Doc... how are the needles? Do they miss me?"
Janet Fraiser knocked on the door to Colonel O'Neill's house, surprised when her own daughter answered it almost immediately.
"Hi, sweetie, how was your day?" she asked as she stepped inside and hugged her quickly.
"Oh, it got a lot more interesting once I got here," Cassie replied.
"Why, what's going on? Where's Sam?"
"In the bathroom. With Jack."
"Why..."
"Oh, they were arguing like an old married couple when I got here, she came out to talk to me while he shaved or something, but he started yelling that he was bleeding, she went back to check on him, that's the last I've seen of them in five minutes."
"Five minutes, he could be seriously hurt," Janet said quickly, the doctor part of her brain taking over as she hurried towards the Colonel's bathroom with her daughter in tow.
"I doubt that, Mom," Cassie tried to warn her.
Janet stopped as she could hear him talking through the almost closed bathroom door. "It hurts my armpit to lean on one side and shave with the other hand," he was whining.
"Well, you can't really leave it like that, you're only halfway done," Sam's voice countered logically.
"Am I still bleeding? I think I need a transfusion."
"No, you're not still bleeding. Relax."
"I think I'm still bleeding. What are you doing?"
"Looking for a mirror you can hold in front of you while you sit there so you don't have to whine about your armpits."
"I wasn't whining."
"Yes, you were."
"No I wasn't."
"Fine. Have it your way."
"I don't have one."
"One what?"
"Mirror."
"How can you not have a mirror?"
"Well, there's one on the wall right there, why would I need another one?"
Sam let out a frustrated cry and said, "Fine, be still."
"Sam be careful..."
"Stop talking or I might accidentally cut you again."
"Accidentally?"
"Well, it would be pretty easy to make it look like an accident when the police question me about it."
"I'll be quiet now."
"Good."
Janet was holding her mouth and shaking with silent giggles. Cassie was getting used to it by this point, but after a few moments of silence, followed by Sam saying, "You really shouldn't have put on that clean shirt BEFORE you shaved. Now you need another one," even Cassie was cracking up again.
She waved for her mom to follow her out of room before they were overheard. They retreated to the safety of the living room before bursting out laughing simultaneously.
"What's so funny?" Sam asked as she came into the living room.
"Nothing," they both said at the same time, looking at each other and bursting into laughter again.
"What's so funny?" Jack asked as he hobbled into the room. They both laughed even harder. He turned to Sam for an explanation.
"Apparently nothing," she said, looking back and forth between the two.
"These Fraiser women are very strange creatures," Jack said in a very loud whisper.
Sam laughed and said, "Yeah, maybe we should send them to Area 51 for analysis."
Janet and Cassie both got control of themselves at that point and Cassie decided a little payback was in order for that remark. "Jack, nice shirt," she said casually.
Sam narrowed her eyes suspiciously but didn't say anything. Jack glanced down at the plain gray shirt he was wearing and looked at her like she was insane.
"Sam, honey, there's something in your ear," Janet said innocently, wiping at a spot just behind Sam's left ear. "Looks like shaving cream."
"Huh, imagine that," Jack said casually as he sat down in his big comfy chair and Sam went into the kitchen to clean herself up, trying not to blush.
Jack turned his attention to Cassie. "So, any new guys I need to lay down the law with?"
"Anything to report that would settle all those bets on base?" she countered.
He swallowed and turned to Janet. "So, Doc... how are the needles? Do they miss me?"