Sam napped in the infirmary for about an hour. She was woken up by a lot of loud chatter from the other side of the room. The young Marine who'd injured himself with his own rifle had company, and the men and women who were visiting him were trying to be quiet, but were still loud enough to wake her up. They were teasing him about his injuries, and the good-natured laughter made Sam smile, even as she opened her eyes and looked around.
The curtain was drawn around her bed, but it was close enough that she could reach out and open them once she'd sat up, and she did. The motion drew Janet's attention as well as the Marines' and a couple of them waved cheerfully over at her – and the volume of conversation died a little, although the cheerfulness didn't.
"Hey," Janet said, walking over and smiling down at her. "How are you feeling?"
"Fine."
She did feel fine, too.
"Hungry?"
"Starved." It felt weird to be so hungry after feeling so nauseated earlier, but there it was. Sam was hungry.
"Feel like walking to the commissary?" Since Sam was still dressed – it hadn't been necessary to check her officially into the infirmary and Janet hadn't bothered putting her in a gown for just a short nap – it'd be no hassle for her to get up and walk. If she was feeling up to it.
Sam nodded.
"Sounds good."
Janet handed her her shoes, and walked over to the Marines.
"No rough-housing while I'm gone," She told them. Of course, her medical staff would keep that from happening, but sometimes they got a little over-enthusiastic, so it never hurt to remind them.
"No, Ma'am."
Sam walked over, feeling and looking refreshed. A far cry from how she looked when she'd been carried in.
"Ready?"
"Yup."
Janet pulled one of her staff aside and asked her to find Colonel O'Neill to let him know Sam was awake and where they were going, and then the two women left the infirmary and headed down the corridor, talking about various ways they could stave off Sam's morning sickness – including certain medications.
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When they had gathered enough food for a small army and had seated themselves off in a corner of the mostly deserted room, Janet brought up another subject entirely.
"What are you doing tonight?" She asked her friend, watching as Sam started eating a cheeseburger.
"Nothing, as far as I know," Sam said, shrugging. "Why do you ask?"
"Would you mind watching Cassie for a while?"
"Tonight?"
Janet nodded.
"Sure. When?"
"I'm not sure..."
Sam's eyes narrowed slightly.
"What are you doing tonight that Cassie can't?"
"She could. She just doesn't want to..."
"Doesn't want to what?"
Janet blushed, slightly, but she was smiling when she answered.
"I have a date..."
"Oh?" It was Sam's turn to smile. "With whom?"
"Emmett."
"Bregman?"
Janet nodded.
"He asked me a little while ago, while you were asleep. He invited Cassie, too, but when I called, she didn't seem too interested – although she said she didn't mind if I went."
Sam got a sly look in her eyes.
"Are we keeping her all night?"
Janet blushed a brilliant shade of red.
"It's just a first date, Sam!"
"I know..."
She was thoroughly enjoying this. Janet had had plenty of entertainment at Sam's expense when it came to her and Jack and payback was certainly fun in this case.
"Actually, though, all kidding aside, if you want us to keep her all night, it's not a problem. We could drop her off at school tomorrow on our way in."
"I don't think I'll be out that late," Janet said, still blushing. "We're just going to have dinner."
"So you like this guy, huh?"
"He seems nice." She said. "Doesn't he?"
Sam smiled.
"Yeah, he does. If-"
She was interrupted by a cold nose suddenly stuck into her side, and Sam turned to see Jaffer standing there where a moment before he hadn't been. It wasn't anything new; the black lab was incredibly quiet when he wanted to be, and he loved sneaking up on Sam and Daniel. It never worked with Jack – who always seemed to know where he was – but everyone else was fair game, if Jaffer liked them.
"Hey, little man..." She rubbed his shoulder, and looked around for Jack, knowing that where Jaffer was, he wasn't far behind. Sure enough, he was just walking through the door.
Sam waved him over, gesturing to her tray to tell him that she had plenty of food for all three of them, and he nodded and made a beeline for them instead of stopping to get something to eat.
Leaning over on the pretense of taking a bite of her soup, he brushed a gentle kiss against her cheek.
"How do you feel?"
"Much better."
"Good." He snagged a couple of cookies from her tray and smiled at Janet as he sat down next to her – across from Sam so he could watch her. "Hey, Doc. How is she?"
"She's fine, Colonel," Janet told him. "I'll work on the morning sickness, and you make sure she gets plenty of rest, and between us, she shouldn't faint again."
"Good."
"We don't have any plans tonight, do we?" Sam asked, taking the attention off herself.
"Not that I know of. Do we?"
"We do now."
"Yeah?"
Sam nodded.
"Cassie's coming over for a while – maybe to spend the night."
Janet blushed again.
"Not for the night, Colonel. Just a couple of hours."
Sitting right beside her, there was absolutely no way Jack could have missed the blush. Right away he knew something was up.
"Got a hot date, doc?" He asked. He'd only been kidding, but when she blushed even redder, and Sam grinned, Jack realized that he'd nailed it right on the head. He smiled at Fraiser's discomfort. "Who's the lucky guy?"
"Emmett Bregman," Sam answered, still scratching Jaffer's shoulder.
"Bregman?" Jack scowled. Then remembered that he was supposed to be grateful to the bastard, and scowled again.
"Yes." Janet was desperately trying to gather in her dignity, but it was hard to be dignified when you were blushing like a schoolgirl. "We have a date tonight. Just dinner."
"Uh huh."
"It is."
"Uh huh. So we're keeping Cassie overnight?" Jack's eyes were gleaming cheerfully. God, he loved teasing her, and he'd never get a chance like this again, he was sure!
Janet knew when she was beaten. It was bad enough when it'd been just Sam, but add Jack O'Neill into the mix, and there was no way she could win. Next thing you knew, Jaffer would probably join in.
"I'll find out when he wants to go, and I'll bring Cassie over..."
"Want me to go ask him?" Jack asked.
"Not a chance."
"Awww, c'mon Doc..."
"Colonel..."
"Okay... Just checking..." Jack took a bite of the cookie he'd stolen from Sam, his brown eyes still exceedingly cheerful. He knew how far to push his luck, though, so he stopped while he was ahead. After all, Janet had a lot of needles at her disposal, and she'd find a way to use them on him if she really tried.
