Her meal arrived the same time her company did. A large tray of food carried by Allen, and two anxious men all gathered at her bed, along with one concerned and slightly annoyed doctor, who told both men to step back long enough to keep the coffee from being spilled all over her patient. Which would have annoyed Melony as well, since she was really looking forward to that first cup of coffee.
Jack took exactly one step back, and pulled Brad with him. They waited until the tray had been placed over Mitchell's legs, and the Lieutenant had moved out of the way, then both of them stepped back up to the bed. Jack eyed the huge platter of food, raising an eyebrow speculatively.
"Hungry?"
"Starved."
"How do you feel?" Brad asked, reaching over and taking the pot of coffee off the tray and pouring her a cup. She took it from him with a grateful smile, and took an appreciative sip.
"Fine. Talon says I'll be in bed another day, but it's just for resting. I'm fine."
"Talon?"
The Tok'ra took over, sending amusement to his host, who couldn't help but find it ironic that Jack was asking a symbiote for a second opinion.
"She is fine, Colonel. All injuries are taken care of, but it's not a bad idea to keep her in bed for another twelve hours at least."
"Then what?" Jack asked.
"Then I outline plan B to you and the others."
"What's plan B?"
"I would prefer to wait to discuss it. Melony needs to rest a while longer."
"I want to know what it is, Talon."
"Me, too."
Mitchell took over, and scowled.
"Just give me a chance to rest a little, you guys..." She told them, both. "I'm not ready to argue with you yet."
Which told O'Neill that plan B wasn't going to be any better than plan A had been, and she knew he wasn't going to like it. Jack scowled, but Melony just raised her hand.
"Don't."
"What? I wasn't going to do-"
"Yes, you were. You were going to argue with me, and I don't want to deal with it, Jack. I want to eat my dinner before it gets cold, and I want to spend some time with the two guys I love most. Quality time. When I'm out of bed, you and Brad can both argue with me all you want to. I promise."
Jack sighed, but he didn't want to argue, either. He wanted to enjoy her company. And he knew Brad did, too. He settled in the chair on the right side of the bed, and Brad settled in the one on the other side, and the two of them made an effort to be cheerful while they chatted with her as she wolfed down her meal.
..........
To their surprise, Fraiser didn't kick either one of them out. For that matter, once Mitchell was finished eating, she allowed the rest of the members of SG-2 to come and visit for a short time. Jack left at that point, thinking that he'd give her some quiet time with her former team, but he told her he'd be back. She nodded, smiled when he touched her arm just for a moment, and then returned to the conversation she was having with Simmons, who'd been her tech-man when she'd been CO of SG-2. He'd wanted to hear all about her ship, and while she kept a few of the more salient features of the craft to herself, she was more than willing to describe some of the specifications, knowing that it was more interesting for him than talking about the weather that she wasn't going to get to see this trip, anyways.
SG-2 eventually left, leaving Mitchell alone with Brad, who settled wordlessly next to her in her bed, and wrapped his arms around her. They didn't do anything else, of course – the infirmary was hardly a place for intimacy – but it was relaxing for them both to be together, and Melony actually dozed off for a while in his arms.
When she woke up, she was hungry again, and Brad offered to get her something to eat. She declined, though, stating that she was about ready to try and move around a bit. To her annoyance, Anderson went and asked Fraiser, who returned with him and ran Mitchell through a series of tests before she'd allow her to get out of bed. Mitchell dressed in a fresh uniform (BDUs) and tottering only a little, she walked with Brad to the commissary.
It was mostly empty. However, sitting off by themselves in a corner table were Jack, Sam, Daniel and Teal'c, and Mitchell couldn't think of better company. She gestured towards them, and Brad nodded.
"You go sit down," He told her, brushing a kiss against her lips tenderly. "I'll bring you something to eat."
Nodding, she let go of him and walked quietly over to the table, putting her finger to her lips as the others looked up as she came up behind Jack. Sam smiled and lowered her eyes back to Jack, who was almost completely involved with the piece of pie he was eating, and Teal'c did his eyebrow thing, wondering why Mitchell would want to sneak up on O'Neill. Of course, nothing the Tau'ri did ever surprised him anymore, so he was quiet as well. Daniel grinned and took another bite of his ice cream.
[Let me]
Mitchell grinned.
He's all yours.
She allowed her symbiote to take over, and Talon reached out and put her hands over Jack's eyes from behind. The very deep Goa'uld voice was tinged with cheerfulness as Talon played a game he'd never played before, and had only heard of from his host's memories.
"Guess who?"
Jack hesitated for only a moment, thrown by the deep voice, which he recognized as Goa'uld immediately, although he'd never heard one so cheerful and happy. That was about as odd as it got for him. He realized immediately though that it had to be Melony, and that Talon was having fun with him, and was so glad she was up and about that he found he didn't mind. Besides, he actually liked Talon. One of the few symbiotes he'd ever heard of having any sense of humor. Of course, he was getting more and more the more time he spent with Melony, but that was only for the better, as far as Jack was concerned.
"Oh, please be a singing telegram..." he said, smiling since he knew from the immediate pause that Talon was asking Melony what a singing telegram was. "A naked one," he added just for emphasis.
"I am not." The Goa'uld voice laughed, and it was even weirder to not hear any hint of maniacal laughter in the sound. He dropped Melony's hands from Jack's eyes, and returned control of Mitchell's body back to her.
With a grin, Melony came around the table and sat down between Jack and Daniel.
"Talon says thanks, Jack." She said, reaching over, stealing his fork and taking a bite of his pie.
"For what?"
"He's never played that before." She shook her head, and took another bite of the pie, which Jack pushed over in front of her with a smile. "He loves Earth stuff like that, you know? Drives me crazy sometimes, wanting to know all about these little things I take for granted."
"When this whole Goa'uld thing is over, tell him I'll teach him how to play poker," Jack told her, stealing a bite of Carter's cake, since he'd relinquished his pie to Mitchell.
"He already knows how to play poker. He's just never played it before."
Jack shrugged, stealing another bite of the cake. "We'll get a game together, then."
"Sounds like a plan."
She looked up as Brad joined them, and Daniel moved a little over so that the Major could pull up a chair and sit next to Melony. Nodding his thanks, he set the tray down on the table, and to his surprise, everyone grabbed for the bowl of pudding.
"Should I have brought more than one?" He asked with a smile.
Jack took exactly one step back, and pulled Brad with him. They waited until the tray had been placed over Mitchell's legs, and the Lieutenant had moved out of the way, then both of them stepped back up to the bed. Jack eyed the huge platter of food, raising an eyebrow speculatively.
"Hungry?"
"Starved."
"How do you feel?" Brad asked, reaching over and taking the pot of coffee off the tray and pouring her a cup. She took it from him with a grateful smile, and took an appreciative sip.
"Fine. Talon says I'll be in bed another day, but it's just for resting. I'm fine."
"Talon?"
The Tok'ra took over, sending amusement to his host, who couldn't help but find it ironic that Jack was asking a symbiote for a second opinion.
"She is fine, Colonel. All injuries are taken care of, but it's not a bad idea to keep her in bed for another twelve hours at least."
"Then what?" Jack asked.
"Then I outline plan B to you and the others."
"What's plan B?"
"I would prefer to wait to discuss it. Melony needs to rest a while longer."
"I want to know what it is, Talon."
"Me, too."
Mitchell took over, and scowled.
"Just give me a chance to rest a little, you guys..." She told them, both. "I'm not ready to argue with you yet."
Which told O'Neill that plan B wasn't going to be any better than plan A had been, and she knew he wasn't going to like it. Jack scowled, but Melony just raised her hand.
"Don't."
"What? I wasn't going to do-"
"Yes, you were. You were going to argue with me, and I don't want to deal with it, Jack. I want to eat my dinner before it gets cold, and I want to spend some time with the two guys I love most. Quality time. When I'm out of bed, you and Brad can both argue with me all you want to. I promise."
Jack sighed, but he didn't want to argue, either. He wanted to enjoy her company. And he knew Brad did, too. He settled in the chair on the right side of the bed, and Brad settled in the one on the other side, and the two of them made an effort to be cheerful while they chatted with her as she wolfed down her meal.
..........
To their surprise, Fraiser didn't kick either one of them out. For that matter, once Mitchell was finished eating, she allowed the rest of the members of SG-2 to come and visit for a short time. Jack left at that point, thinking that he'd give her some quiet time with her former team, but he told her he'd be back. She nodded, smiled when he touched her arm just for a moment, and then returned to the conversation she was having with Simmons, who'd been her tech-man when she'd been CO of SG-2. He'd wanted to hear all about her ship, and while she kept a few of the more salient features of the craft to herself, she was more than willing to describe some of the specifications, knowing that it was more interesting for him than talking about the weather that she wasn't going to get to see this trip, anyways.
SG-2 eventually left, leaving Mitchell alone with Brad, who settled wordlessly next to her in her bed, and wrapped his arms around her. They didn't do anything else, of course – the infirmary was hardly a place for intimacy – but it was relaxing for them both to be together, and Melony actually dozed off for a while in his arms.
When she woke up, she was hungry again, and Brad offered to get her something to eat. She declined, though, stating that she was about ready to try and move around a bit. To her annoyance, Anderson went and asked Fraiser, who returned with him and ran Mitchell through a series of tests before she'd allow her to get out of bed. Mitchell dressed in a fresh uniform (BDUs) and tottering only a little, she walked with Brad to the commissary.
It was mostly empty. However, sitting off by themselves in a corner table were Jack, Sam, Daniel and Teal'c, and Mitchell couldn't think of better company. She gestured towards them, and Brad nodded.
"You go sit down," He told her, brushing a kiss against her lips tenderly. "I'll bring you something to eat."
Nodding, she let go of him and walked quietly over to the table, putting her finger to her lips as the others looked up as she came up behind Jack. Sam smiled and lowered her eyes back to Jack, who was almost completely involved with the piece of pie he was eating, and Teal'c did his eyebrow thing, wondering why Mitchell would want to sneak up on O'Neill. Of course, nothing the Tau'ri did ever surprised him anymore, so he was quiet as well. Daniel grinned and took another bite of his ice cream.
[Let me]
Mitchell grinned.
He's all yours.
She allowed her symbiote to take over, and Talon reached out and put her hands over Jack's eyes from behind. The very deep Goa'uld voice was tinged with cheerfulness as Talon played a game he'd never played before, and had only heard of from his host's memories.
"Guess who?"
Jack hesitated for only a moment, thrown by the deep voice, which he recognized as Goa'uld immediately, although he'd never heard one so cheerful and happy. That was about as odd as it got for him. He realized immediately though that it had to be Melony, and that Talon was having fun with him, and was so glad she was up and about that he found he didn't mind. Besides, he actually liked Talon. One of the few symbiotes he'd ever heard of having any sense of humor. Of course, he was getting more and more the more time he spent with Melony, but that was only for the better, as far as Jack was concerned.
"Oh, please be a singing telegram..." he said, smiling since he knew from the immediate pause that Talon was asking Melony what a singing telegram was. "A naked one," he added just for emphasis.
"I am not." The Goa'uld voice laughed, and it was even weirder to not hear any hint of maniacal laughter in the sound. He dropped Melony's hands from Jack's eyes, and returned control of Mitchell's body back to her.
With a grin, Melony came around the table and sat down between Jack and Daniel.
"Talon says thanks, Jack." She said, reaching over, stealing his fork and taking a bite of his pie.
"For what?"
"He's never played that before." She shook her head, and took another bite of the pie, which Jack pushed over in front of her with a smile. "He loves Earth stuff like that, you know? Drives me crazy sometimes, wanting to know all about these little things I take for granted."
"When this whole Goa'uld thing is over, tell him I'll teach him how to play poker," Jack told her, stealing a bite of Carter's cake, since he'd relinquished his pie to Mitchell.
"He already knows how to play poker. He's just never played it before."
Jack shrugged, stealing another bite of the cake. "We'll get a game together, then."
"Sounds like a plan."
She looked up as Brad joined them, and Daniel moved a little over so that the Major could pull up a chair and sit next to Melony. Nodding his thanks, he set the tray down on the table, and to his surprise, everyone grabbed for the bowl of pudding.
"Should I have brought more than one?" He asked with a smile.