Okay, I've gotten 2 people saying 'it's not shao're' to me so I'm gonna explain my reasoning. First, nobody ever spelled it in the movie or seasons 1-6 (those are all the ones I've watched). Second, in the movie they pronounced it 'shay-oh-ree' and in the show they pronounce it 'shah-ray'. So I'm kinda...combining them? Thirdly, if people can spell Teal'c (and that was spelled in the show) T'ealc, I can spell Shao're (or whatever) how I want. If it really bothers you, just substitute or someting.
Also, sorry it took a whole week to get this part up...have finals and stuff. (Yuk!)Sam was still analyzing the results of the tests she'd done when Janet came in for a last look at her lab before closing up.
"Sam!" she cried when she saw her friend. "Why are you still in here?"
Sam looked up from her papers in surprise. "Why?" she asked. "What time is it?"
Janet sighed. "It's almost 10:00, Sam. You've been awake for more than twenty-four hours."
Sam shrugged. "I'm not tired, Janet."
Janet sighed, then looked mischievously behind her, into the infirmary. "Maybe I should sic Jack on you," she said. "He got Daniel to go to sleep, at least."
Sam smiled slightly. "Janet, I'm not tired. I promise." Her friend put her hands on her hips, but before she could scold her friend, Jack looked in. "Hey," he said.
Janet turned around to look at him. Behind her, Sam gave her commanding officer a small smile. "How are you?" asked Janet.
Jack gave a wry grin. "Tired," he said. "Janet, I was wondering if I could stay by Daniel tonight. You know, just in case he gets another nightmare."
Janet looked at the colonel. He was flushed, and a thin sheen of sweat was on his face. He looked exhausted and sick. "Colonel," she said, "Why don't you sleep in the bed next to Daniel's? I'll get it ready for you if you want."
Jack smiled with relief, and murmured his assent, which showed Janet how tired he really was. The two left the lab.
In a few minutes, Janet came back. Sam was back to looking at her notes, but she looked up when Janet entered. "You think he has it?" the major asked softly.
"Well, we know he has it," said Janet. "But I'm guessing he's starting to feel whatever effects it will have on him, yes. Daniel is a good way to keep him in the infirmary for now."
"Exploiting the enemy's weakness?"
"Well, he's not exactly the enemy, but something like that."
Sam smiled slightly. "I'd ask your nurses before saying he's not an enemy."
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Jack woke with a start and checked his watch—he never did anything without it. 01.00, it read. "God," he muttered.
He'd woken from a dream. It was the dream that had haunted him for a while after his son's death, the one he'd told Daniel about earlier. His son saying it was his fault, and his wife agreeing. But then it had moved to his 2IC, Major Sam Carter. She was...he struggled to remember as the dream flitted away—he'd said something sarcastic. Nothing new. And she said something like, "Isn't that just like a man?" After giving his usual speech about how she was a major and he was a colonel, she said, "Hiding behind your rank, as usual, I see." It wasn't a frightening dream, but it was an unsettling one, to say the least.
He looked over at Daniel. It seemed he was having nightmares, too, and Jack got up to wake him like he'd promised. He got dizzy when he put his feet to the floor, and stood by the infirmary bed for a minute. After waiting almost a minute for his head to clear, he decided it wasn't going to, and staggered over to Daniel's bed, nearly falling over on his way.
"Daniel," he said when he got there, shaking the linguist. "Hey, Danny, wake up. C'mon, you gotta help me out here, wake up!"
Daniel murmured something unintelligible. Then, he cracked his eyes open and said, "Jack?"
"Yeah," said the older man, and patted Daniel's shoulder. "How ya feelin'?"
"Um," said Daniel, sitting up and shrugging, "the same, I guess." He looked at Jack more closely, and said, "Jeez, Jack, you look pretty bad yourself."
Jack shrugged and muttered, "I'm fine." Trying to change the subject, he said, "What were you dreaming about?"
Daniel shrugged uncomfortably. "Shao're," he said. "Same as last night."
Jack grimaced and patted Daniel's shoulder again.
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Sam couldn't sleep. It wasn't that she was scared, like Daniel, she thought, she just wasn't tired. After tossing and turning all night and staying entirely lucid the entire time, she finally sat up and checked her watch. 03.00. She contemplated trying to sleep again, but didn't see the point. She'd head down to the infirmary to see how Daniel and the Colonel were doing.
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Once there, Sam walked over to where Jack and Daniel were sleeping. They both looked peaceful, if feverish. She put a hand on the Colonel's forehead. It was hot.
Jack opened his eyes at the touch. "Sam?" he asked groggily, looking up at her. "'s up? What time 'sit?"
She smiled down at him. "It's 03.15, Colonel," she said, taking her hand off his forehead. "Do you need anything? Water, aspirin—"
"I'm fine, Major," he said gruffly. Then he registered what she'd said about the time. "Why are you up?" He sat up a little, wincing at the pain in his head.
She shrugged. "Couldn't sleep," she said. "How's Daniel been? Had any more nightmares?"
"Uh, yeah," said Jack. "He, uh, had one...couple hours ago? I woke him...had one myself around the same time." He covered his face with his hands.
"Colonel?" Sam asked, concerned. "Are you okay?"
Jack sighed, and grunted, "Headache."
"Should I get a nurse?"
Jack shook his head, wincing and promising himself he wouldn't do it again. "I'm fine."
Sam smiled slightly. If he'd said yes, she'd really be worried. The day Jack O'Neill asked for help would be the day he died. "Why don't you go back to sleep, sir?" she said. "I'll be right here."
Jack sighed. "Major, you really don't need to do that."
Sam shrugged. She was slightly hurt, but she wasn't going to show it. "Nothing better to do," she said casually. "Good idea to have someone awake for Daniel anyway, just in case." Exploiting his weaknesses, she thought.
Jack saw her reaction to his comment, and said, "Carter, I didn't mean it—I—it wasn't personal—"
Sam smiled. "I know, sir. You should sleep."
"So should you," he grumbled, but he settled down and closed his eyes.
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