TITLE: Ten-Thousand Suns
AUTHOR: Strix varia
RATING: K+
CATEGORY: Hurt/Comfort
SUMMARY: Sam is trapped in the rubble after an earthquake collapses a building on an alien world.
SPOILERS: Set in Season Six, spoilers for Meridian
WARNINGS: Gratuitous, graphic Sam-whumping…Also, Sam/Janet confessing their love for each other.
AUTHOR'S NOTE: Thanks to Carterslave for pushing for more Sam/Janet stories. I'm not a doctor, so I beg forgiveness in advance for any errors in treatment or other medical considerations...
DISCLAIMER: The characters mentioned in this story are the property of Showtime and Gekko Film Corp. The Stargate, SG-I, the Goa'uld and all other characters who have appeared in the series STARGATE SG-1 together with the names, titles and backstory are the sole copyright property of MGM-UA Worldwide Television, Gekko Film Corp, Glassner/Wright Double Secret Productions and Stargate SG-I Prod. Ltd. Partnership. This fanfic is not intended as an infringement upon those rights and solely meant for entertainment. All other characters, the story idea and the story itself are the sole property of the author.
Ten-Thousand Suns
by Strix varia
The same pain that drove her into unconsciousness would not let her stay there, forcing her confused mind back into full awareness of her agony. Dust filled her nose and lungs; coated her parched throat. She forced her eyes open but saw only darkness. Her breath sounded harsh and ragged. What happened? Where was she? Was she blind? She tried to move but the searing pain dragged her back into semi consciousness. Her mind drifted, her thoughts scattered, pain the only constant in her awareness. She tried to think of anything but the pain. Happy thoughts, of sun and love and light.
"Hey, Cassie, come look at this," Sam said, waving the girl over to the side of the trail.
"What is it?" Cassie asked, her eyes following Sam's pointing finger towards a large muddy patch between two trees.
"Bear tracks," Sam said. "Looks like an adult with two cubs."
"Oh cool!" Cassie said, leaving the trail to examine them more closely.
Janet chuckled, looking at Sam. "You've been taking lessons from Teal'c haven't you?"
"They're bear tracks, Janet," Sam teased her friend. "It doesn't take a genius to figure that out. This is Rocky Mountain National Park, after all… not some exotic planet."
"We aren't in any danger, are we?" Cassie asked, looking at them uncertainly.
"No, these look old," Sam said. "See how the mud is dried? It wouldn't hurt to keep an eye out, though, as we head back to the tent. We don't want to surprise a momma bear with her cubs."
Sam grinned as she and Janet exchanged a glance. Just as a momma bear would protect her two cubs, Cassie's two mothers would do anything in the world to protect her.
"Cass, why don't you tell Sam about your class trip last week…" Janet said, smiling.
"Janet," Sam croaked, waking fully once again to darkness and pain, the taste of blood and the smell of dust. "Cassie…" she whispered. She tried to hold onto the sunny, gossamer images of the dream, but they spiraled out of her mind into the darkness.
She shivered, the cold surroundings draining the heat from her body. Her left arm was pinned painfully under her back, but she could shift her right hand and arm. Her searching fingers found cold, hard surfaces beneath her, beside her, only inches above her. She could barely move her legs, a heavy weight was pinning them… Her mind spun in panic. She'd been buried alive… buried …in a cold stone tomb… she wanted to cry out for help, but words caught in the dryness of her mouth.
She was aware of her aching shoulder and chest before she opened her eyes, blinking against the overhead lights. Janet smiled down at her. It was all too familiar… waking up injured in the infirmary with Janet looking down at her. It was… comfortable… reassuring… knowing that Janet would always be there for her. Janet always saved her. Whatever horrible thing happened to her… Janet would be waiting there at the end of it all, prepared to put her back together again so she could resume her missions through the gate.
"What happened?" she whispered.
"A capacitor blew. You were electrocuted. Again."
Sam could see the deep concern in Janet's eyes. She remembered working with Siler when the equipment exploded. "Siler?"
"He's fine. A little singed in places."
"And here Jonas was worried about me going off-world," she tried to smile.
"Yeah," Janet said, and Sam was a bit startled by the seriousness of her tone.
She looked at Janet questioning.
Janet touched her uninjured shoulder briefly. "You arrested, Sam. We could have lost you."
Sam swallowed. No wonder her friend looked upset. "Guess that's why my chest hurts, huh?" she said slowly.
Janet nodded and took her hand, squeezing it gently. "You need to be more careful, Sam. We can't afford to lose you."
"Janet," Sam breathed, jolting awake for real, this time. A flood of guilt mingled with the pain – here she was hurt again. She longed to see the face of her friend but found only darkness staring back at her. Buried alive. Dust to dust, ashes to ashes. We can't afford to lose you. She wondered who the "we" referred to. The SGC? SG-1? Janet and Cassie? She hadn't asked, frightened, perhaps, by the fear hiding in the depths of Janet's dark eyes. Jack, Jonas, Teal'c. She wondered if they'd miss her.
Like she missed Daniel.
Life went on. They had a job to do.
Jonas was a good man, but she missed Daniel's passionate idealism.
She was cold, so cold. It was so hard to breathe. It hurt, every breath. She wished Daniel were there with her. She didn't want to die alone.
"Don't give up, Sam," Daniel said in the darkness, as if he'd heard her thoughts.
She could feel tears track down the side of her face towards her ears. There was no glow in the darkness around her, no indication that the voice was anything but her imagination.
"They're searching for you, Sam. They'll find you. Just hang on."
Daniel was dead. So maybe she was dead, too? She smiled at the darkness, dry lips cracking. No, she hurt far too much to be dead. "What happened?"
"The building collapsed. It was an earthquake, I think."
"SG-1?"
"Jack and Teal'c were outside. Jonas was near enough to the door that he made it out when he realized everything was coming down. Unfortunately, you didn't make it…"
Yes, she remembered now, desperately trying to follow Jonas when she realized the building was falling on top of her. It was good to know that the rest of her team was safe, though. That was, of course, assuming her hallucination wasn't lying to her. She wanted to believe Daniel. His voice was warm, caring.
God, how she missed him. Strange that the sudden severance of a friendship could leave such a painful, gaping hole in her heart… They'd never been lovers; never considered romantic involvement. Yet he'd been family to her; so important in her life. "I love you, Daniel. I'm sorry I didn't tell you that before…"
"I've always known it, Sam. I love you, too. Just… stay with us a little longer, okay?"
"You were such a good friend," she whispered to the darkness.
"I still am. I ascended, remember?"
Yes, Daniel had ascended, not died. It was wrong of her to think of him as gone. She wished she could see him again. She wished she could see him, and Cassie, and Janet. The Colonel, Teal'c, her father. Her family. Her loved ones. She tried to picture their faces in her mind, one at a time. Her love for them gave her strength, warmed her against the icy confines of her tomb...
Like fingernails scraping across a chalkboard, the voice raked across her consciousness.
"Don't give up, Sam! Don't do this to them, do you hear me?"
Daniel! She gasped for air; filled her lungs with dust. The agony was unbelievable, like someone ripping her chest open. Stars spun relentlessly in her vision like swirling galaxies on black velvet. She was spinning into a black hole, sucked in by gravity that crushed her chest, her legs, her arm…there was no escaping… no escaping…
"Fight it, Sam. Stay with us! Keep breathing!"
The weight on her chest did not ease, but she pushed against it at Daniel's urging.
"That's it," he encouraged her. "You can do it, Sam."
For an eternity, she did nothing but breathe, trying to ignore the pain, the giant fist squeezing her chest in half, and the numbing cold that made her shiver uncontrollably.
"You're doing great, Sam. They're searching for you. They've brought all kinds of equipment… dogs, cameras… listening devices. Why don't you talk to me? Maybe they'll hear you."
Talk? Obviously, Daniel had lost his mind. Her mouth was dry as chalk, full of grit.
"You can reach your canteen with your right hand," Daniel said.
Water. Now that was a good suggestion. Thank you, Daniel. She fumbled for the bottle attached to her belt, finally managing to free it. With a shaking hand, she popped the top and tried to lift it towards her head. It hit the hard surface above her, spilling liquid over her chest, chilling her even more. Fighting the urge to cry, she tried again, keeping it low beside her body this time, lifting it only when it was close to her face. Water sloshed out, down her neck, over her face, and blessedly, into her mouth.
"That's better, huh?" Daniel asked when she finally finished drinking.
"Yeah," Sam whispered, her tongue no longer glued in place.
"Okay, so now you can talk. This is good. Ummm… er…. Why don't you explain to me again how carbon 14 dating works."
"You're kidding, right?" she said, wondering if her mind had wandered off into an episode of the Twilight Zone.
"Noooo. Actually, I'm sure it was covered in one of my college classes but I never really understood the physics behind it all. It has to do with string theory and gamma rays, doesn't it?"
String theory and gamma rays? She shook her head, winced at the pain it caused. "Where did you come up with that?"
"I'm sure that's how Professor Donahue explained it…"
"Daniel, you're ascended, aren't you supposed to know everything?"
"Well… apparently…. the ins and outs of carbon 14 dating weren't included in my new-found enlightenment. Nor was string theory. Do you suppose string theory might explain how the Tollans are able to walk through walls?"
"Maybe," Sam said, her mind trailing off on the possibilities.
"How so?" Daniel asked.
Sam smiled at the darkness, well aware that she was being baited. Speaking required effort, even at a whisper, but she had to breathe to speak so perhaps it would serve two functions at once. Or three, if the conversation kept her mind alert but focused on something other than pain threatening to drive her into unconsciousness once again.
"Come on, Sam," Daniel coaxed her in his best pleading voice. "Tell me about string theory, please?"
"All right…" she croaked softly. "String theory…." she began, struggling through the same lecture she'd given at the Air Force Academy a few years ago.
At some point, she'd lost her train of thought, dissolving into numerical formulas and fanciful speculation about Tollan technology, and finally digressing completely into a non-scientific discussion about the sleeping habits of large, tiger-striped, house cats. Her brain finally registered how far she'd strayed only after she realized that she was crying because she missed Schroedinger so much…how the house felt so empty without him…
"I'm here, Sam. Keep talking, you're doing great. You're not alone."
"I'm hallucinating you."
"No, I'm really here."
"I don't believe in ghosts, Daniel."
"I'm not a ghost."
"Oh, right, you're all glowy and everything. So why can't I see you?"
"Ummm… well… I'm just here in your mind, actually…"
"Just in my mind, huh? Sounds a lot like a hallucination to me…"
"Sam…."
"Daniel…. I'm so cold…"
"I know, Sam. I'm sorry. But…you were going to explain to me about carbon 14 dating…"
Sam gave a mental sigh before starting her explanation.
"Louder, Sam. They lost you."
Sam blinked. "Daniel?"
"You need to speak louder," Daniel said.
Sam wondered what she had been speaking about. Where was she? Why was it so dark? God she hurt; the shivering only made it worse.
"Talk to me, Sam."
"Daniel?"
"Yeah, it's me, Sam. Talk to me. You were telling me about Cassie's last birthday party."
Sam fought to remain conscious, trying to remember.
"Breathe, Sam. Don't hold your breath."
Oh. Not good. That really hurt. The pain washed over her in greater force, swamping her senses. Breathe, but don't breathe deep.
"All right, Sam. There's a shopping list on your refrigerator. Tell me what's on it."
"Daniel?"
"Yeah, Sam, it's me. Tell me what's on the shopping list."
"Why?"
"Just… pretend it's a matter of life or death, okay?"
Sam thought that Daniel sounded very upset. It was a weird request, but she didn't want Daniel to be unhappy. She tried to concentrate, picturing the list in her mind. "Bread… lasagna noodles… diet coke… lettuce…yogurt…"
She was in the middle of reciting the periodic table when she thought she heard someone calling her name. "Janet?"
"Sam? Can you hear me?"
It did sound like Janet. So why was she expecting Daniel, instead?
"Talk to her, Sam," Daniel said.
Ah, there was Daniel.
"Sam, keep talking," Janet's voice said.
"Janet?"
"I hear you, Sam. Keep talking!"
"You were on number 38, strontium," Daniel prompted her.
"Number 39, yttrium; number 40, zirconium; number 41, niobium…"
"…number 52, tellurium…number 53…iodine…number 54, xenon…number…number what?"
"Fifty-five," Janet's voice supplied from somewhere nearby. "I'm almost to you Sam."
"Number fifty-five, cesium… number fifty…fifty…"
"Fifty-six," Janet said.
"Fifty-six… radium… no… number 88; radium… number fifty…"
"Shit," Janet swore somewhere off to her right. "If I ever meet the aliens who built this place I swear I'm going to give them a piece of my mind… Can you see my flashlight, Sam?"
"Number fifty, tin; number 51, antimony… number 52…tellurium…"
"Sam, honey, you can stop counting now. Open your eyes, okay? Can you see my flashlight? I know you're close, but I still can't see you. Tell me if you can see any light!"
"Number….? Number 110, darmstadtium; number 111, roentgenium…"
Eight electrons spun around the nucleus of an atom. She wanted to catch one, to examine it, but the movements were random, unpredictable… uncertain…
"…oxygen… Sam, are you listening?"
Eight electrons, eight protons, atomic weight of eight, perfect in its even-numbered symmetry. Ah, yes. "Number eight," Sam said, "oxygen." It was so beautiful in her mind, spinning electrons forming a glowing halo around the nucleus of the atom. "Chalcogen group…"
"Oh god, Sam, please, please try to focus on what I'm saying."
The frustration and tears in Janet's voice finally caught her attention.
"I need you to move your right hand towards my voice," Janet begged. "There's an opening about even with your head. I can't reach you from here, but if you just reach out…"
"Janet?" Sam asked, forcing her eyes open. There was light in her tomb, now, playing off the block of blue cement-like material angled inches above her face, casting weird shadows in the wider space to her right.
"Sam! Yes! Reach towards my voice, okay, Sam?"
Obediently, she moved, knocking over her canteen, fumbling to right it, feeling more cold water soaking into her clothes, her back already numb from contact with the cold floor.
"I'm over here Sam, please reach towards me, all right?" Janet encouraged.
"Janet," Sam said, picturing her friend's face in her mind, smiling down at her in the infirmary. Janet would help her, heal her, make everything all right. She forced her hand towards Janet's voice. Her fumbling fingers found the small opening near her head, and she forced her hand through it. Sharp edges tore at her skin, but she hardly noticed. All that mattered was that Janet was here; Janet would help her; Janet would take the pain away.
"That's right, Sam, I can almost reach you. Just a little farther."
Loose debris gave way, allowing her to straighten her elbow, then warm fingers grasped her hand. Sam's eyes filled with tears at the contact. Not alone… not a dream… Janet was really here…
"Gotcha!" Janet said triumphantly. "Okay, Sam, you're going to feel a prick. I'm putting you on an IV, and I'm going to attach it to the back of your hand. Do you understand?"
Sam was exhausted by her efforts, felt darkness swallowing her again. She tried to nod, forgetting that Janet couldn't see her.
"Squeeze my hand if you understand me, Sam," Janet instructed. "Talk to me! Sam?"
As if from a distance, she felt a slight prick on the back of her hand; heard Janet swearing under her breath.
Daniel was in her brain. "Wake up, Sam," he kept repeating. "Janet needs you to do something for her."
"Dammit, Major, I need you conscious!" Janet sounded pissed.
"I'm here," Sam finally whispered, responding to the tone of command.
"Thank god," Janet said, relief evident in her voice. "I need a status report, Sam. Where are you hurt?"
The pain was everywhere, blanketing her, suffocating her. She forced her mind to do the necessary inventory, to separate the sources. "Left arm… broken…" she said, falling into the same rhythm she'd used to recite her shopping list and the periodic table. She could do this, give Janet what she needed. She tried to keep her teeth from chattering. "Legs…pinned."
"Can you move them at all?" Janet asked.
"Right…a little…"
"Can you wiggle your toes on both feet?"
"Hurts…but yeah…"
"That's a good sign," Janet said. "Go on."
Sam swallowed. Now that there was light playing off the surfaces around her, she could see why it hurt so badly to breathe…see why she would never get out of here alive. Never see Cassie again… never joke with the Colonel…never…
"Don't think like that!" Daniel chastised her. "They'll get you out, Sam. You know they will. You just have to hang on."
"How's your head, Sam?" Janet asked at the same time. "Do you have any head injuries?"
Sam didn't answer. Was Janet's light fading? Or was she? She fought to stay awake. But why bother? Daniel was delusional. No, she was delusional for dreaming Daniel up. In either case, she was going to die.
"Sam! Talk to me!" Janet said. Fingers tapped her wrist, stroked her arm. "Stay with me, Major. How's your head?"
Sam tried to focus on Janet, blinking back tears. Never see Cassie again… never have dinner with Janet again… never sip wine in candlelight, talking about the day's events…working together to solve the latest alien threat… The sense of loss constricted her throat, sent tears spilling.
"Sam!"
"Janet?"
"Do you have any head injuries, Sam? I need to know," Janet said.
Sam thought for a moment. She could feel sticky tracks of blood on her face when she grimaced. It was hard to think…she was foggy and dazed… frozen…but she was lacking the pounding headache that usually accompanied a concussion or serious head injury. Or attack from a "ribbon device… shock grenade… heat stress…dehydration…flu… migraine…"
"Sam?" Janet interrupted her, and she realized she'd been speaking out loud. "Do you have a head injury?"
Oh, right. It was so hard to concentrate. "Cuts…bruises," she said.
"You're doing great, Sam," Janet said. "What else?"
"Hurts," Sam whispered, "Oh god, Janet." She really didn't want to die.
"Where does it hurt, Sam?" Janet asked. "Why are you having so much trouble breathing?"
"Rebar…"
"Rebar?" Janet repeated, confused.
"Impaled…" Sam choked on the word.
Janet was silent as Sam's world spun lazily. She was the sun, and the solar system was in orbit around her. Gradually she slipped into her own gravity well. Sinking, sinking… Which was much better than thinking… thinking…
"Tell her, Sam!" Daniel's voice pulled at her, roughly. "Janet needs to know so she can help you."
Sam smiled. No one could help her. She was stuck like a bug on a pin. Like Colonel O'Neill against the wall of the embarkation room. Only she had an entire building dropped on top of her, too. So why wasn't Janet saying anything? Oh, yeah, probably because she was starting to realize that her best friend wasn't going to get out of this alive.
"Tell her, Sam," Daniel insisted.
"There's nothing she can do."
"She can, Sam. They're going to get you out of here."
"There's no way."
"This isn't like you, Sam. Tell her!"
"Okay, okay," Sam said, irritated, trying to wave him away, but Janet held her arm firmly in place. "I'm impaled on a piece of rebar," she told Janet, surprised by how coherent it came out.
"Tell her where," Daniel ordered.
"Jesus, were you this annoying when you were alive?" Sam grunted.
"If making you angry will keep you awake long enough to follow Janet's instructions, you can expect a lot worse," Daniel said, amused.
His amusement annoyed her. "Go away, Daniel."
"First you want me here, then you don't. I'm not leaving, Sam. I know you're scared, but you have to tell Janet your situation."
"Not scared," she said.
"Liar," Daniel said gently. "But it's nothing to be ashamed of."
"Sam?" Janet interrupted.
"Janet's scared too, you know," Daniel said.
Sam swallowed a sob.
"Tell her you're impaled through your left shoulder, Sam."
"I'm impaled through my left shoulder…split my radio," she finally said, no longer having the energy to argue. "Just above the cup of my bra." Her irritation with Daniel - and the adrenaline that came with it - dissolved as suddenly as it had come.
"I see," Janet said, her voice unnaturally steady. "I'm going to give you some morphine, Sam, but I need you to do one thing for me first, all right?"
Morphine? Morphine sounded good. She felt something pressed into her hand.
"I need you to put this oxygen mask over your face, okay?"
Sam nodded, pulling her arm back towards her body. She felt the IV needle pull against the skin on the back of her hand, but Janet had wrapped it securely in place with gauze and tape. She placed the mask over her mouth and nose, fumbling to pull the strap over her head to keep it in place.
"Okay," she said through the mask when she finished.
"That's great, Sam. Now give me your hand back, okay? Reach for me," Janet said.
Sam did as she was asked, already feeling the pain receding as the morphine hit her system. Thank you, Janet.
"You can rest now, Sam," Daniel said.
She felt Janet's warm hand envelope her own, and gentle fingers pressed against her wrist as she slipped into unconsciousness.
She was aware of the voices long before she began to understand them, a source of comfort amidst troubling dreams. Lights spun in her mind, galaxies colliding, the forces of gravity tearing them apart…blazing trails of dislocated suns left in their wake…
The voices coalesced, snippets of conversation coming into focus, slowly making sense.
"Pulse and BP's still good… hypothermic… O2 saturation isn't what I'd like…labored breathing…Is that heater set up yet?"
Sam wondered who Janet was treating this time. And a heater sounded nice. She was freezing, so cold. But then, the infirmary was always chilly.
"…still working on the shoring…" a male voice said, "…may not be reaching her from here yet…"
"Dammit," Janet swore. "You don't have a smaller unit I can fit in here? I've got enough room for a small space heater… even that would be better than nothing."
"Ten-four, Major," the man answered. "I'll send somebody back to the gate to get one."
"Thanks, Joe, Janet out," Janet said, and Sam realized she must be talking on the radio.
Sam blinked her eyes open, seeing broken blue alien rock inches from her face. She groaned as memory returned with the dull ache of drug-reduced pain. No, not the infirmary.
"Sam?" Janet asked.
Her mouth was dry, but she managed to work up enough moisture to speak. "Here," she said, her voice sounding odd, muffled by the mask over her face.
"Glad to hear that," Janet said. "Can you tell me your name, rank, and serial number?"
Knowing that Janet was testing her level of consciousness, Sam provided her with the information.
"You're doing great, Sam," Janet said. "Do you remember what happened?"
"Earthquake… building collapsed."
"That's right," Janet said. "General Hammond called in one of the best urban search and rescue teams on Earth, and they're here working to get you out of there, okay?"
Sam knew Janet was trying to keep her spirits up. But the metal bar impaling her disappeared into what was probably a several hundred pound block of rubble. They couldn't pull her out from under it, and if they tried to lift it off of her, the bar stuck through her shoulder was going to be pulled out, too. Even with Janet on hand, she wasn't likely to survive the resulting trauma.
"Sam, honey, your heart just started racing and your shivering increased. Try to calm down, all right?" Janet said.
"Hey, Carter," a voice said near her ear, startling her.
"Colonel?" she asked, confused.
"Yeah, it's me. I'm talking to you through this niffty little toy."
Sam looked for the source; saw what she realized must be a tiny video camera equipped with a two-way microphone perched on her right shoulder. The attached cable snaked through the same hole she was using to reach Janet with her arm.
"Pretty cool gizmo, huh?" the Colonel said.
"Yes, sir," she said automatically. Under different circumstances, she would probably agree with him wholeheartedly, fascinated by the technology, but she wasn't sure she liked the idea of him being able to see her so helpless. Watching her die.
"Relax, Carter. We're going to get you out of there."
"No, sir," she said, swallowing. "You shouldn't risk yourselves…"
The Colonel made an irritated sound. "Dying is not an option, Carter, and that's an order. Come up with plan B."
"Plan B…"
"Yeah. Help us get you out of there alive, Sam," he said gently. "Pretend Teal'c is trapped instead of you. He's trapped in a void beneath two tons of alien construction material, with a metal rod pinning him in place. How do you get him out?"
Sam took as deep a breath as the pain would allow, trying to distance herself from the situation, to view it objectively, scientifically. If Teal'c were trapped… Her mind began to sort through the possibilities. Alien construction materials…on an alien world… maybe alien technology could help him. "Thor could beam him out…"
"That's more like it," the Colonel said. "We're trying to contact the Asgard even as we speak."
"Tollan phase technology…"
"Teal'c thought of that, too. Great idea if we knew how to reach any of the survivors."
"Tok'ra crystals… tunnel up… tunnel through…" But that might not work, either, if the crystals couldn't penetrate the building materials or the floor, and there was still the issue of the metal rod impaling her. Tunnel here, and tunnel there.
"Ah, see, we hadn't thought of that," the Colonel said approvingly. "Hammond sent a message to your Dad, but I'll have him ask for somebody to bring some crystals, too. Keeping thinking like that, Sam; I'll be back in a minute. In the meantime, I'm going to turn you over to Captain Smith here. He's in charge of the USAR team helping us out."
"Hello, Major Carter," a new voice said. "My name's Joe, and I just wanted to explain what we're doing to get you out of there."
"Thanks, Joe," Sam said, trying to keep her teeth from chattering from the cold.
Joe chuckled. "From what we were told in our pre-mission briefing, I believe we're the ones who should be thanking you, Major," he said. "I understand that you've saved Earth from total destruction a couple of times now…"
Sam smiled despite herself. "Just doing my job…"
"Well, our job is to get you out of there alive so you can keep saving our butts from space invaders. Now, as you know, you were caught in a structural collapse caused by an earthquake. The building is of alien construction and architecture, but generally speaking, it seems to have followed a pretty standard pattern of collapse, what we call a v-shaped collapse. You're caught in a void beside one of the interior walls."
Sam nodded, "I'd almost made it to a doorway."
"That's exactly right," Joe said. "Major Fraiser is actually in a similar void on the other side of the wall, on the other side of the doorway. Unfortunately, debris is currently blocking our access to you on your side, and Major Fraiser is the only person small enough to get through to you on the other side. However, my boys are working on it, and we hope to be able to access the section of void towards your feet fairly soon. From there, we'll evaluate the situation and see how best to get you out."
"Sounds good," Sam said. "Just… don't get hurt, okay?"
"We're taking plenty of precautions. I need to ask you to help us out, though, all right?"
"Sure…"
"Let us know if you feel any rubble shifting around you. We're having to move things to get at you, but we don't want to affect anything directly around you. At least not yet."
"Gotcha," Sam said. "Squished Major not good…"
Joe chuckled softly. "Yeah, that about sums it up. I also need to know if your left arm is pinned by debris. We can't see it on the camera, but Major Fraiser said you thought it was broken?"
"Yeah," Sam said. "It's under me… under my back… hurts too much to pull it out…"
"That's okay, you don't need to move it." Garbled voices sounded in the background, and she heard Joe answering a question away from the microphone. "All right, Major, I've got to get back to work. If you need anything, let Major Fraiser know. We're trying to get a blower in position to send some warm air your way. I know you must be freezing. Hang in there, okay? Colonel O'Neill will be back shortly to monitor this video feed."
"Okay," Sam said, closing her eyes, the long conversation having exhausted her. She hoped the warm air would reach her soon. Her hand being held by Janet was definitely the warmest part of her body at this point.
"Sam?" Janet asked.
"Yeah?"
"Are you in pain?"
"Yeah…"
"All right, I'm going to give you some more morphine."
"Thanks," she said weakly, unsure if Janet would hear it through the mask. She just didn't have the strength or breath for anything louder.
Meteors shot through her vision; comets burned brightly behind her eyelids…finally, she sank into a black hole.
TBC