Title: Hot Tub
Author: Destiny Skywalker
Rating: T for alcohol consumption, immature pranks, and an inappropriate thought or two. ;)
Genre: Humor
Time Period: Doesn't really matter. Before "Heroes", obviously.
Chapter One
"God Doc, when I tell you it hurts, can't you just trust me?" Colonel Jack O'Neill screeched loud enough to be heard in the Gate Room.
Dr. Janet Frasier, Napoleonic Powermonger of the SGC Infirmary, was not one bit daunted by Jack O'Neill. "You're going to need a cortisone shot, Colonel," she replied calmly.
"Oh great, more needles," he muttered.
Even though she shouldn't, she squirted a bit of the clear liquid out of the syringe. She'd never admit it, but sometimes she liked sparring with Jack. To make up for it, she made sure she didn't make it scrape the bone when she stuck it right in the side of his knee.
"Gaaaaahhhh!" he yelled even louder than he had before. But soon enough, his knee was numb and the pain was almost gone, even if he didn't want to admit it.
"Sir, this is what happens when you don't do the physical therapy exercises I prescribe for you," Janet explained.
Jack scowled. "They make my knees hurt, Doc. That's why I don't do them."
Janet let out an exasperated breath. "That's the point, sir."
"AH HA!"
Janet just rolled her eyes when she turned her back to him. "Well how about something that won't hurt, sir?" she asked.
Jack eyed her suspiciously. "It's about time," he retorted.
"Sir, I think a hot tub might be a good idea."
He still looked suspicious. "What's the catch?" he asked.
Janet wished he would just trust her for once. "Sir, actually, a hot tub is good for people with trauma to joints and other injuries." She thought for a second. "Actually, at the onset of an injury you're supposed to alternate between heat and an ice bath…"
"No thanks."
"Well, sir, since you seem to have a bit more of a chronic problem with your knees, I think that heat would be sufficient." She continued, "As a matter of fact, with your age, the cold would probably bother you more then help."
"Watch it, Doc," Jack growled. He was a little sensitive to cracks about his age.
She responded by handing him a set of crutches. "Have a great day, sir," she replied cheerily. Service with a smile.