Monkey Business Chapter 40, a stargate: sg-1 fanfic

Chapter 40 by Abbot & Natters

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Janet's POV

I'm woken up by furious banging on the door to the room Daniel and I appropriated when we couldn't wait anymore. Wow. That was… intense.

"DANIEL!" yells the Colonel through the doorway.

Daniel looks over at the door owlishly. He is so cute.

"DANIEL! DOC?"

"Janet?" calls Sam. She sounds worried.

Somebody must need patching up. It can't be Daniel, for once. He is 110 healthy. Better even. I feel the wicked grin on my face widen until it's almost painful.

"Give me a minute Sam," I reply. As much as I want to, I can't stay here forever.

"Daniel. Honey?" I blow in his ear softly and he twitches. "Come on, up you get."

"Mmmphh?"

"Daniel. The Colonel's right outside, so is Sam."

"Tell 'em to find their own room," comes the grouchy reply and I laugh. Too many hours with his caffeine I suppose.

"Come on honey. I'll get you some coffee the minute we get back to camp, I promise."

He opens his eyes and looks up at me. It's a good job I'm already sat down because he's giving me that look that makes my legs turn to Jell-O.

"DANIEL! You have five seconds to open this damn door, or I'll break it down!" rages the Colonel on the other side of the door.

I hear Sam trying to persuade him to calm down, but it doesn't appear to be working. Daniel sits up woozily. May be I was wrong, he's looking… drugged?

"Four! Three!"

"Calm down Jack," retorts Daniel. Ahh, I was right the first time. Just lacking the caffeine.

"Two!"

"It's alright Daniel. Open the door before he hurts himself and I have to put up with my worst patient," I say softly, climbing under the covers as he pulls up his pants. At least I've managed to scramble into my underwear. Besides I've got enough leverage over the Colonel to keep him quiet for now.

"ONE!"

Daniel stumbles to open the door and the Colonel strides in to our tiny haven like a black thundercloud. He takes one look at us and rolls his eyes. Sam enters behind him, keeping her eyes the floor.

"Oh for crying out loud. Doc, tell me you didn't drink anything that Keja gave you, and this is just some random lust filled moment? On second thought don't answer the second part. I don't want to know."

"We were drinking in the bar downstairs with Keja earlier. You know that sir."

"The Colonel thinks Keja may have slipped some N'Tinevale in your drink Janet."

"She did?" asks Daniel in that really sweet way of his. He's wavering unsteadily on his feet now as he comes back to sit beside me and nuzzles into my neck. Part of me wants to curl up in embarrassment, and another part wants to do it all over again. Okay, that sounds like some after effects. I'd say he's right. Oh great.

"Carter, how long 'til their ESP thingy kicks in?"

What?

"It's hard to say sir. I suppose it may already be in effect."

"Sam?"

She sighs, uncomfortable.

"The N'Tinevale appears to have a more wide spread effect than we were originally led to believe. In some cases, it causes an… empathic bond between the two individuals involved."

"Some cases?" I question

Daniel looks up briefly, a spark of his usual intelligence behind his eyes.

"I suppose it is logical. Hugh explained the usual out come of the ceremony, so it ensures that children are surrounded by a loving environment. This is amazing. How long does it last? Are you and Sam experiencing it right now Jack? What abou-"

"Daniel!" snaps the Colonel and I see Sam wince, he turns his head slightly to look at her, sighs and finishes quietly.

"Just… finish getting dressed, both of you. We're going back to camp for the night and we leave at first light."

"But Ja-"

I interrupt before we have a full-blown argument on our hands. When they get like this neither of them is willing to back down.

"Yes Colonel. We'll be ready in five."

He nods and thumps out of the room, Sam following in his wake, softly closing the door behind her.

"Janet?" questions Daniel, and I can tell he's slightly worried. Part of the empathic bond Sam was talking about I wonder? Or is it just that I can read his body language?

"I'm okay Daniel. Honestly."

He looks me in the eye for a moment and then smiles wickedly.

"You want to hear something crazy?"

"Try me."

"I didn't even notice any difference. I mean it's been six days now since we last… you know, and I was getting close to the end of my patience. I just thought you were too."

"Who says I wasn't? Maybe all I needed was a little push," I state softly as I pull him back down beside me on the bed. "And I'll prove it to you the minute we get to my house tomorrow. But for now, the Colonel's on the rampage, so get up and I'll meet you downstairs in a couple of minutes, okay?"

"Okay." He replies and kisses my neck softly as he stands, and promptly falls back down again. "Janet? Is it just me or is this room being bathed in multi-colored strobe lights? I mean on you it's pretty, but on Jack… nuh uh."

Terrific.

Jack's POV

"DANIEL! You have five seconds to open this damn door, or I'll break it down!"

I've got my P90 up. Christ, I don't know what I'm doing with it. Gonna shoot them? Don't know. Habit. One foot forwards, one back. I'm ready to kick the door in. I've had it up to HERE with these people, this whole goddamn lovey-dovey planet and their constant drugging of my team.

"Sir, ease up. We know that they're okay."

Carter is there beside me, not too close. She's worried, but she's trying to keep me in control. I can feel it, but I'm not letting up. We could have two animals in there. I keep counting. I try to ignore her, but it's not working. My voice looses its edge.

"Four! Three!"

"Calm down Jack," I hear Daniel grumble. Sounds like he just woke up. I'm down to parental tone with shooting-range volume. For crying out loud, it's like having a pair of teenagers, not hostage negotiation.

"ONE!"

I'm getting ready to kick down the door when I hear the bolt go. Daniel is looking a little...off. Stoned. I'm trying to stay angry at him, but I can't. Subtle relief from Carter. Dammit, I can't stay mad. Janet is in bed, looking like the cat that ate the canary. Ugh, innuendo. I don't even want to think about that. She's covering herself with the sheets.

"We were drinking in the bar downstairs with Keja earlier. You know that sir."

"The Colonel thinks Keja may have slipped some N'Tinevale in your drink Janet," piped up Carter. Damn, was she ever embarrassed. She turns the color of raw meat when that happens.

"She did?" asks Daniel. He's got his arms around Janet, and she's panting a little. Yeah, she's been drugged. I turned to Carter. She's bound to have some good ideas, and I wouldn't mind her sharing them.

"Carter, how long 'til their ESP thingy kicks in?"

She doesn't look at me.

"It's hard to say sir. I suppose it may already be in effect."

"Sam?"

She sighs, like she didn't want anyone to know. Well, they do now, and I guess they would have found out anyways. I still feel bad about it, though. Something twinges inside me.

"The N'Tinevale appears to have a more wide spread effect than we were originally led to believe. In some cases, it causes an… empathic bond between the two individuals involved."

"Some cases?" Janet asks, sounding surprised. I sure as hell was.

"Daniel!" I bark. I have to cut him off. I had a headache before, but it just keeps getting worse and worse. Christ on a cross, my life is falling apart before my very eyes. I turn back to Carter, hoping to look into those eyes. I don't deserve to, but just the sight of her is making me feel better.

"Just… finish getting dressed, both of you. We're going back to camp for the night and we leave at first light."

"But Ja-"

"Yes Colonel. We'll be ready in five," pipes of Janet, cutting of Space Monkey. She knows when to cut her loses. So I grumble to myself, and take off. I need some alone time. Fishing. I try to think about fishing. Carter is right behind me. Somehow, I can tell she's sad, but she wants to be close to me. I want her to be close... but hey. What am I supposed to do? I'm still her CO, I'm still fucked to the high heavens, and I still feel guilty. Not even guilty anymore, angry. Angry at myself, angry at the world, angry at the fucking planet which has taken the woman I love, dangled her in front of my for one night, and torn her away for good.

Somehow, a few plants and minerals did what no jaffa, system lord, alien or danger could. It took her away from me.

SG-1 SG-1 SG-1

Sam's POV

I can feel the frustration rolling of the Colonel in waves. When he's upset the entire world knows about it, and boy is he mad right now.

I, on the other hand, am feeling oddly detached from it all. Helping Janet get Daniel down those stairs while he was groping her was probably the straw that broke the camel's back.

I'm sure of two things. One, if I let myself feel anything right now, I'll collapse into a quivering mass on the floor, which is not an option. Carter's do not react like that.

And two… I won't be getting any sleep at all tonight.

I sigh and get out of my sleeping bag. May be Teal'c would like some company on watch? I'm awake anyway, so I might as well do something useful.

Jack's POV

Fireside, I'm trying to relax, and Teal'c just staring me down. I guess he's still mad at me, and I don't blame him. I rub my eyes. Today just won't end. I just want to get this over with. Sleep is a shortcut, but I can't rack out until someone relieves me. So I stare at Teal'c. What else is there for me to do. Finally, he speaks.

"O'Neill."

He's definitely not happy. I haven't heard him speak with that kind of hatred in a long, long time. I know what's coming.

"T."

"O'Neill, I must know. How could you have betrayed what you held most dear?"

"I didn't have a choice, Teal'c."

"DoctorFrasier was synthesizing a cure."

"We don't know if she would have made it in time."

"You betrayed your mate."

I think he's getting a little worked up. I need a walk. I get up.

"T, is there anything I can say or do to make you understand why I did it?"

"No, O'Neill. Betrayal... is betrayal ...is betrayal. "

And that's when his roundhouse connected with my left side, and the wind shot out of my lungs like a bat out of hell.