Jack had changed into an old gray T-shirt and loose shorts, and convinced Teal'c to come spar with him. They were just going through some simple warm ups and Jack was congratulating himself on his good thinking, when the object of his continued distraction walked through the door. Unbidden, his eyes followed her progress, and a move a first year cadet would never have missed caught him in the midsection.
"Oomph" he exhaled forcefully. Fortunately, Teal'c had caught onto his momentary inattention and pulled his blow.
"O'Neill?"
"Fine Teal'c" Jack wheezed, then bounced up and down a bit, tossing a half hearted punch, and maneuvering so he could keep Carter in sight over Teal'c's shoulder as they sparred. She was pulling off her sweats now, revealing a close fitting tank top and shorts that revealed more leg than he thought possible. A large fist abruptly blocked his vision, and somehow, Jack instinctively ducked, the flurry of blows that followed driving any thoughts of his 2IC's choice of workout gear temporarily out of his mind as he ducked and parried. Still, in record time, O'Neill was staring up at the ceiling. He blinked, wondering how he'd gotten there so fast.
"You seem preoccupied today O'Neill." Teal'c reached down a large hand, hauling Jack to his feet. Jack was panting heavily, but Teal'c hadn't even broken a sweat. Figured.
"What? Me? No. I'm fine. Let's go again." Jack bounced up and down some more, and feinted to the right in time to notice that Carter was now on the elliptical. She had a fine sheen of sweat all over her, and the low cut of her tank top let him see how her…
Jack was suddenly staring at the ceiling again in confusion.
"Are you sure you are well O'Neill? Perhaps we should spar again tomorrow." Teal'c cocked his head to the side, regarding the prone man. Jack scowled, and as if to prove how fine he was, hauled his own ass off the floor, eschewing the proffered hand.
"See? Fine. Now c'mon." With that, Jack swung, and Teal'c was forced to defend himself. Losing himself in the dance of jab and hook, Jack was pleased that he'd not thought of Carter in several moments.
As if the mere idea had conjured back his preoccupation, Jack found his eyes wandering back to the tall blonde on the other side of the room, noting she was finished on the machine she'd been working on, and was now toweling her face and body. Almost as if sensing his attention, she looked up, and her blue eyes locked on his, and the last thing he remembered seeing was her beautiful eyes widening in alarm, as something collided with the side of his head.
As he fell, he thought he heard her shout his name, but he wasn't sure, because the darkness swallowed him up.
RibbitRibbitRibbitRibbitRibbitRibbitRibbitRibbitRibbitRibbitRibbitRibbitRibbitRibbitJack woke to an insistent buzzing, and an assortment of noises that gradually sorted themselves into voices and machinery beeping.
"Colonel? Colonel O'Neill? Can you hear me?"
A small hand patted firmly and insistently at his cheek and he groaned, reaching up and pushed it away. Geez, but he felt like he'd been run over by a large, fast moving object.
"Colonel, Jack, open your eyes. I can make it Doctor's order if I have to."
Finally Jack recognized the voice of Doctor Janet Fraiser, and groaned again realizing where he was. "Did somebody get the number of the truck that hit me?" he muttered, cracking an eye open, to reveal the concerned faces of the doctor, his team, and General Hammond. Wow.
"Do you remember what happened Colonel?" Janet wasted no time in flashing a penlight in both of Jack's eyes. He flinched.
"Uh, no. What happened?" His fingers were now exploring a bump on the side of his head and he winced, noticing Sam (safely covered in baggy sweats he noted with relief) and Daniel both wince in sympathy, and he realized he was also wearing his sweaty workout clothes.
Teal'c stepped into his field of vision, similarly clad, and things snicked into place. "My apologies O'Neill. I should have ended our sparring match when I discovered how preoccupied your thoughts were. It was not my intention to cause you injury."
"Hey, no problem buddy. Besides, this is a bit of payback isn't it?" Teal'c raised an eyebrow, obviously remembering a similar situation, several years before.
Before Teal'c had a chance to refute the statement, Janet moved to take charge, indicating it was time for everyone else to leave. "Ok, you've all seen he's fine. Everybody out. Now. Shoo." Janet made waving motions with her hands.
With a grin, Sam and Daniel hopped off the nearby gurney they'd been sitting on, but Sam grabbed the edge, swaying, her face suddenly drained of color. "Whoa."
Concerned, Daniel caught her arm, steadying her. "What is it Sam?"
Jack sat up on his own gurney, moving to climb off, but Janet was faster, pushing him back down and grabbing Teal'c, her intention clear. The message received, the Jaffa would not fail her. Her original patient secure behind her and in good hands, Janet rounded on her new patient.
As predicted, Sam was already trying to brush it off. "I'm fine Janet, just got up too fast, it's been a long day, I haven't had lunch here yet, got a little dizzy, that's all." She pasted a smile on her face, but Janet noted the slightly flushed cheeks, unusually pale skin and slight sheen of sweat on the Major's forehead.
Shaking her head, Janet reached up and pressed her hand against Sam's forehead, unconsciously smoothing back a few sweaty strands of blonde hair. "I don't think so Sam. Back up there, or I'll have Teal'c put you there." Turning away, knowing the Major would comply even though the threat had lacked finesse; Janet went to gather a few things, General Hammond catching her eye on the way.
"Doctor Fraiser?" His tone was concerned.
"I don't know sir, I'll know more in a moment." Dr. Fraiser placed several items on a tray, and headed back to her patients.
The General nodded "I'll be in my office, keep me informed," he said, and left her to her work.
Janet returned to find Sam seated on the gurney, fidgeting, Daniel hovering nearby. Jack was still sitting up on the next gurney, Teal'c standing over him, but at least Jack was still on his own gurney and not pacing around. Deciding she could start with a few basic vitals before throwing the men out and pulling the curtains, Janet pulled out the thermometer, Sam scowling when she saw it. Janet put on the blood pressure cuff and checked her pulse while she waited for the result. The probe beeped and she pulled it out, confirming her earlier guess.
"101.2 Looks like you have a slight fever Sam. We'll find you a bed, you'll be spending the night after I do a work-up, we'll need to make sure this isn't something that came back from the last planet you just visited." Janet turned to go inform the General, already expecting the protest before Sam spoke.
"But I feel fine Janet!"
"Sam, you know the protocols as well as I do, standard decontamination. And that means you three as well, full work ups, until we know this isn't something contagious." Janet turned her glare to include the three male members of SG-1. "Ah! No buts!" And Janet stormed away to gather the needed medical supplies and techs to aid with a group of reluctant patients and her night suddenly looking a whole lot worse.
Jack blinked from his position on his gurney, then looked to where Sam sat, stunned. "Way to go Carter."
"But I feel fine," she mumbled, without much conviction.