Monkey Business Chapter 33, a stargate: sg-1 fanfic

Chapter 33 by Abbot & Natters

Janet's POV

"Janet?" asks Daniel from beside me.

"Not now Daniel."

I may love the man, but gaining a hickey, from another woman, while off world is not something to be forgiven so quickly.

"You've been at it for six hours, it's time to eat."

I look down at my watch in surprise. 2000 hours. "How's Sam?"

"It doesn't look good. Teal'c and Jack are keeping a close watch on her vital signs."

I nod and finally look up into his eyes. He's using his puppy dog eyes on me. Concentrate on something else. Don't look at his eyes. My traitorous hand reaches out and smoothes back a lock of hair that has stubbornly fallen forward over his forehead, and all is lost.

"I missed you," he whispers.

"Dan-" My breath catches in my throat as his lips swoop down on mine.

Oh.

Wow.

No! Concentrate.

"Daniel," I protest as I gently push him away, straightening up, "We're off world. And I have work to do."

"Sorry. Couldn't resist. Come on. Five minutes to grab an MRE and some coffee and I'll bring you right back. Cross my heart."

"How about you bring the MRE and coffee over here, and I'll eat it here?"

"Deal. Be right back."

He leaves the tent and I frown at the latest test results. I've tried everything I can think of to counteract this N'Tinevale. And nothing makes the slightest difference when I add in the Naquadah factor. Without that tiny protein marker and the traces of the Stargate element in her blood, I could have cured Sam in an hour.

Daniel's right. I need a break. I stand up and leave the tent.

Sam, the Colonel and Teal'c are just to the right of the tent. I had my nurses set up a screen so that no curious natives can observe our intoxicated Major. Sam is still nestled comfortably in to her CO and it is only Teal'c's presence that seems to keep the hand not holding Jack's from exploring beneath his shirt.

Suddenly, just as the last three times I approached, Sam snarls a warning.

"Hey Doc," says the Colonel cheerily, but I can't help noticing the slight crack in his voice as Sam possessively rubs against him.

"Colonel. Teal'c. How is she?"

"Her condition does not appear to improve DoctorFrasier. In the past hour, I have had to physically restrain her hands nine times."

I have to smother a grin at the glare that Jack sends to Teal'c at revealing that bit of information.

"However, her injuries have stopped bleeding."

"That's good news Teal'c."

"Indeed."

"How long before you've got the miracle pill Doc?"

"I'm working on it sir. I have been able to confirm that adding any sort of drug, for example a sedative, would most likely prove fatal."

"Don't s'pose a cold shower would help?"

"It wouldn't help Sam at all sir," I reply cheekily earning a glare from the Colonel, and a soft growl from Sam. Fortunately, Daniel chooses that moment to return with my dinner. Sam looks Daniel over briefly, noticing the food.

"How long has it been since she ate guys?"

"This morning probably."

"Oh-seven hundred hours this morning," replies Teal'c.

"Daniel. I need you to go and make some soup. Enough for Sam and the Colonel. Better bring a couple of MRE's for Teal'c too."

"Hey, how come he gets MRE's and I don't?" asks the Colonel.

"Jack, you hate MRE's," replies Daniel.

"At least they're more filling than soup."

"Sir, if you think you can manage to eat an MRE with one hand…" I point out and he sighs in defeat.

"Fine. Bring on the soup SpaceM… Danny-boy."

He clears his throat uncomfortably. I make a mental note to ask Daniel about that later.

"I'm going to go back to work sir."

"Okay. Hey Doc?"

"Sir?"

"Hurry?"

"Yes sir."

Daniel's POV

I knew it. That routine always works. Just need to get her to look at me, and it's over. I've dodged another bullet.

"I missed you," I murmur. She's resisting. She's trying not to look at me, but a hand reaches up, fools with my hair. Got her now.

"Dan-"

She manages to gasp a little before I kiss her. Then, her arms around me...yeah, I definitely have her now. She's pulling close and then...

"Daniel, we're off world. And I have work to do."

Yeah, I know. You still love me. The worst is over. I know she's working herself to the bone trying to help her friend, but she needs rest. And food. And me.

"Sorry. Couldn't resist. Come on. Five minutes to grab an MRE and some coffee and I'll bring you right back. Cross my heart."

She sighs. I know I'm pushing hard, but she really needs it. Sam's doing a lot better now, even though she won't anyone but Teal'c and Jack near her. We're not out of the woods yet.

"How about you bring the MRE and coffee over here, and I'll eat it here?"

"Deal. Be right back."

I dart off. Feels good to have her offworld. Comforting. You know, you have your friends, with you, but to have your lover? Well, that's something else entirely. I'd feel safer is Janet went with us through the gate every time. I envy Jack and Sam in that way. Doesn't matter, it won't ever happen.

I pass by the little enclosure everyone's set up for Sam. The locals are staring oddly, but I guess that was to be expected. Not many people go berserk locally. I hear a snarl. Janet's checking up on her patient. I can hear the murmur of them talking as I root through the MREs. Beef ravioli, cheese & vegetable, omelet,chicken breast filet,chicken fajita, chicken with salsa, hamburger patty...yeah, nothing she'd like. I grabbed the omelet for myself, the hamburger for her. Well, better than nothing. Grabbed a few more, just in case Teal'c or Jack were hungry.

Jack was glaring at Janet, Sam under one arm. Under any other condition, I would have congratulated them. 'Bout damn time, right? They looked good together. Sam looked me over, saw the food, and turned a pleading eye towards Jack, gesturing at the MREs with her head. She didn't even take her hands off of him.

"How long has it been since she ate guys?" I asked.

"This morning probably," states Jack, the gears grinding in the background.

"Oh-seven hundred hours this morning," replies Teal'c.

Janet turned me, serious as I passed her the hamburger. Her face skewed.

"Daniel. I need you to go and make some soup. Enough for Sam and the Colonel. Better bring a couple of MRE's for Teal'c too."

I shook the extra packets at her, smiling. I thought ahead. I threw two or threw over to T, and he nodded in thanks.

"Hey, how come he gets MRE's and I don't?" asked Jack.

"Jack, you hate MRE's," I retort, tearing mine open.