Saturday was a fairly good day for Ian. Not only did Janet bring Cassie with her that morning when she came in to check on everything, but she also let Ian up on crutches, deciding that the swelling was down enough – because he'd stayed off it like she'd told him to – that he could check it out and see what kind of weight he could put on the leg.
It wasn't a hundred percent – truth be told, it probably wasn't even fifty percent – but it was an improvement over wheeling his ass to the bathroom every time he needed to go, and because of it, Ian was in a very good mood. Add to that the fact that Sam had helped him with all the tough homework the night before, and after she'd gone back to her side of the infirmary to join Jack (who hadn't stayed with them while they worked on their complicated papers) Ian had stayed up until the early morning hours finishing the essays and other work that wasn't all that hard, only time consuming.
"Hey super smart genius boyfriend."
He smiled at the familiar greeting, wondering why he put up with that from her when it would have been annoying from anyone else. Cassie had a big smile on her face, and a brown paper bag somewhat hidden behind her back. A paper bag that had something in it that smelled wonderful.
"Hi, Cassandra."
"You have a choice…"
He raised an eyebrow at that.
"Oh yeah? What?"
"You can come to the commissary and have breakfast with me there…" She waited expectantly and he prompted her.
"Or…?"
"You can eat the breakfast we brought you."
"What'd you bring?"
"Breakfast sandwiches."
"Ham?"
"Yup."
She knew what he liked.
Ian smiled.
"I'll take it."
"Them," she corrected. "There are three."
"I'll take them all. Unless one is for you."
She shook her head, handing the bag.
"I already had breakfast. But I will bring you some milk or juice – or both."
She knew he didn't drink coffee unless it was all that was available.
"You don't have to do that."
She shrugged.
"I know. Which do you want?"
"Both."
"If you give me a kiss, I might even consider bringing you chocolate milk…"
He reached out, taking her hand and pulling her closer so he could do just that, pressing his lips gently against her own for tender moment that belonged to just the two of them. Then he broke it, knowing Janet wouldn't approve of them necking in her infirmary, and smiled.
"I'll have regular milk, but thanks for the kiss."
She whacked him on the shoulder, grinning.
"You get started on that, and I'll be right back."
"Thanks, Cassandra."
OOOOOOOOO
By the time she returned, Ian had already finished the first of the sandwiches. They were great, as he'd known they would be, and he was hungry – as Cassie had known he would be. She handed over the beverages, keeping a bottle of juice for herself, and then drank it while she kept him company as he ate, because she knew he wouldn't mind having her there, and she really just couldn't stay away if she didn't have to.
"Sam told me that they asked you to be Jake's godfather," Cassie said as Ian unwrapped the second sandwich.
He nodded.
"I told them I wouldn't be the nanny, so they probably just figured it was the next best thing."
She smiled at that.
"You could be like Marlon Brando in the movie… talking all low and unintelligible."
"I haven't seen the movie," he admitted, knowing full well what was coming next. Sure enough, she looked amazed.
"You haven't seen the Godfather?"
He scowled. It wasn't like that made him some kind of freak or something – he bet lots of people hadn't seen the Godfather. He wasn't mad at her, though, of course, and she knew it, even though he scowled. Had he been mad, his next words would have been defensive.
"Nope."
"I have it. It's great."
He nodded.
"That's what I've heard."
"I could bring it in and we could watch it," she offered. "If you want."
He didn't care if she did or not. He just wanted to spend time with her. But it was as good a reason as any to have her close by, and one that would also kill some time – which he had plenty of.
"Sounds great."
OOOOOOO
So that was how he spent his Saturday. Cassie talked Jack into driving her home so she could pick up the Godfather – along with several other DVDs in case Ian wanted to watch them as well – and then she'd had one of the orderlies pull in a TV on a tall cart so she could put it at the foot of Ian's bed.
The rest of the day was movie day on one end of the infirmary, with Ian's bed being the center of things. Jaffer spent most of the early afternoon at the foot of Ian's bed, chewing on a rawhide bone the size of Ian's forearm and keeping the cadet's feet warm, Cassie spent most of it cuddling his bear and lounging next to him, Sam brought Jacob over for a couple of visits as the day went by, Jack, Daniel, Teal'c and even Sally stopped in to visit and see what they were watching or to watch a favorite scene. All in all, the day went far quicker than he'd expected it to go when he'd originally been told he was going to be kept in the infirmary, and Ian knew that Cassie was the reason for that.
By the time Janet was ready to go home for the day – and take Cassie with her – he'd decided once again that he was a pretty lucky guy. He had a long boring evening ahead of him, but the day had been great.