It was fifteen minutes before Jack O'Neill reemerged from the other side of the curtained area. When he did, he was alone. He looked around the infirmary and saw Janet Fraiser standing beside an examination bed, looking at an x-ray and talking to Emmett Bregman. The cameraman and Major Quinn were both standing at her shoulder, and as he drew nearer, Jack saw that Fraiser was applying some kind of tape to Bregman's hand and wrist – forming a brace of sorts. Jack knew this was a brace, because he'd had his fair share. Teal'c and Jack had been waiting just outside the curtain, and when Jack came out, the Jaffa ducked behind the curtain with his yellow lab – just to see for himself that Sam was okay, and to say hello.
Janet looked up as Jack approached them, as did all three men. The cameraman moved a bit to the side, against one wall, which was fine with O'Neill since he wanted to get closer to Janet.
"How is she, Colonel?" Fraiser asked, looking back down at the wrist she was bandaging.
"She's okay. Was just worried for a minute there, she told me. Should I take her home?"
Fraiser shrugged.
"Only if she wants to go. I'll keep her here for a while – to make sure she's steady again – and then she can go back to work if she's feeling up to it." Janet looked up at Emmett. "No more interview, though. Not for today, at least."
"Interview?" Jack repeated, frowning. He looked at the cameraman, who paled, and then at Quinn and finally down at Bregman. "You were interviewing her? This is your fault?"
"It wasn't his fault, Colonel," Janet said before Emmett could say anything. "It was Molly." Unlike Daniel and Jack, Janet Fraiser – who also believed Sam was going to have a girl – had decided on a name for the unborn baby. Of course, that named changed every hour, so it took Jack a few seconds to figure out who exactly Molly was.
Had he been more upset – and he had been when he'd walked in, but he was completely reassured, now, and therefore feeling fine – Jack would have pressed the issue, anyways. He didn't want Sam bothered by the camera crew, and he didn't want them making her sick enough to pass out. Baby or no, he was sure they had some part in it. But, he didn't press it. He didn't feel like pressing it.
"No interview," he told Bregman – like the man hadn't heard Janet, himself. Jack turned to the cameraman, who nodded but didn't say anything. O'Neill might have said something more, but Teal'c walked over and joined them with Jack trotting at his side, and the cameraman pressed himself even further against the wall. Jack O'Neill was an intimidating guy, but this big scowling mountain was downright threatening with his very presence alone.
"She is asking for some of her things from her lab," Teal'c said to Jack, who nodded. Sam had already asked him to bring her the laptop that was sitting on the table in her lab. She figured even if she had to stay in the infirmary for a while, she could at least get some work done.
Janet frowned.
"I'd rather she rested... so take your time coming back with whatever it is she wants. If she falls asleep, I'll let her out sometime after lunch, once I know she's had something to eat and a chance to stay off her feet for a while."
"Can do." Jack agreed. He'd rather Sam rested, too. Of course, as far as Jack was concerned, Sam should be home in bed, where he could keep a constant eye on her for the next eight months.
Janet looked around.
"Where's Jaffer?"
"He's with Sam."
"You're not leaving him with her, Colonel..."
"She wants his company, Doc," Jack said, shrugging. He played a trump card, then. "He can probably put her to sleep, you know? If she cuddles up with him, she'll relax a lot faster than if she's stuck in here all by herself."
Janet scowled, knowing he was telling her that just so she'd let the big lab stay. But she also recognized the truth in what he was saying.
"You'll come get him later?"
"He'll come find me once she's asleep." He looked over at the cameraman once more. "Once he's sure she's not going to be bothered..."
The man swallowed nervously. He had absolutely no intention of going anywhere near that end of the infirmary.
"Colonel..."
Jack turned to Fraiser, who was wondering what it was Jack had against the cameraman. He was usually a little more subtle when doling out threats and dark looks. And it was obvious Ben had just been the recipient of both.
Jack gave her an innocent look.
"What?"
"Jaffer can stay."
"Thanks, Doc."
He gave her a smile, which she responded to with one of her own.
"If something comes up – and I don't see anything coming up – I'll have someone come find you."
"Thanks, Doc."
Jack gave the cameraman another withering look, and headed for the door. Teal'c also looked over at the cameraman, wondering why O'Neill was so irritated at the man – and knowing there had to be a reason or the man would not be looking so guilty.
"Inform me, as well, Doctor Fraiser," Teal'c requested in his deep voice, still looking at Ben. His look wasn't designed to be intimidating – it was actually a quizzical look – but the cameraman didn't know the difference, since with the big Jaffa it was hard to tell on his stoic face.
Janet smiled. Whatever it was, it must have been a doozy! She'd have to try and see if Emmett would tell her, since she was certain that Ben Crane wasn't going to.
"I'll let you know, Teal'c." She promised. "Now take Colonel O'Neill somewhere and help him work off some of that concerned energy, will you? Maybe a boxing work-out, or something like that?"
The Jaffa nodded, and gave her a slight bow.
"I will." He promised. He turned and left, with Jack (the dog) right beside him.
Emmett watched him go, and then looked up at Janet, who now had her full attention on his wrist once more.
"That was Teal'c?"
"Yes."
"I was hoping to interview him... do you think he'd be agreeable to that?" Unlike the Military personnel, who pretty much were under orders to let themselves be interviewed, Bregman knew Teal'c wasn't in the chain of command around the SGC and couldn't be ordered to do any such thing. And after actually seeing him, he knew there was no way he'd be able to bully him into it, or even corner him in an office or the commissary like he'd done with Daniel Jackson.
"Maybe." Janet said, testing the tightness of the bandage she was taping on his wrist. "I'd avoid asking him for a while, though. He's going to be busy with Colonel O'Neill for-"
"Oh, I won't ask him yet," Emmett told her, flashing her a smile. "I was just wondering if you thought he might be willing to sit down with us for a while. Sometime in the future."
"You can always ask." She echoed his smile. "He's far more reasonable than he looks."
"Maybe tomorrow." Emmett looked over at his cameraman, who didn't look all that excited at the prospect of interviewing Teal'c – no more than he did thinking about interviewing O'Neill himself – but he nodded.
"Well, you should take it easy a little for the rest of today," Fraiser told Bregman. "Your wrist isn't broken, but it is sprained, and it looks like you might have strained one of the ligaments a bit. It wouldn't hurt to baby it a bit."
He met her gaze, his bandaged hand brushing against hers lightly as he lowered it.
"Thanks, Janet."
Good Lord, he was flirting with her! Janet couldn't help the very faint blush that reddened her cheeks slightly. It'd been a long time since she'd had a good flirt session. She smiled, her eyes locking with his own.
"You're welcome."
She gathered up her equipment. Really, her infirmary wasn't the place to flirt – and an audience made it a little more embarrassing than fun.
"We're going to go to lunch," Emmett said, smiling at the blush, but understanding that she probably wasn't much on flirting and such when she was working. "Would you like to come?"
"I would... but I'm not going to." Janet told him. "I have patients to see to, and one big black troublemaker that would chew up everything in my infirmary if I left him alone long enough to do it."
"Maybe I could stay here, then...?" He asked. "We could talk about when would be the best time to do your interview while Ben and Major Quinn go eat..."
He looked over at the two men, who shrugged. Ben didn't want to stay in the infirmary – he didn't want to be that close to Samantha O'Neill or the big dog that was guarding her – and there was no doubt in his mind Jack O'Neill had left that dog to guard her.
Quinn didn't mind, either. As far as he was concerned, if Emmett could get a time set up for Fraiser's interview, it'd be that much better for him. The sooner all the interviews were over; the sooner he could return to his regular duties.
Janet thought about it, weighing how much she wanted his company just then to how much of a bother she thought it'd be to have him in the infirmary when she had work to do, and then nodded. "I suppose we could do that..."
"Great!"
He shooed his companions out the door, and stayed seated on the exam table, watching while she walked over to the Marine, who was sleeping soundly – knocked out by the painkillers she'd given him earlier.
"How long have you been with the SGC?" He asked, figuring that was as good a way to get started on getting to know her as any. And he was certain he wanted to get to know her.
