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Stepping back through the gate, Jennifer and the rest of SG-17 were met by the standard committee of medical and tactical personnel. The mission had been successful; initial data returned by the MALP probe had determined that the planet was habitable, SG-17 had discovered and established contact with the locals, who proved friendly. They were less advanced by Earth standards, at about the same level of evolution as Kelowna though without the pugilistic nature, and like Kelowna they were as yet untouched by the Goauld, no doubt because of the lack of naquadah or its derivative, naquadriah.

The planet was added to the list of planets considered friendly to Earth, and given the similar atmosphere, was also added to the list of alpha sites. The alpha sites were a scary but necessary issue, and whenever another one was secured, everyone at the SGC rested just a tiny bit easier.

They had come back a few days early, their data gathering shortened by the lack of naquadah and naquadriah possibilities. No one on the team had any need of medical attention, and the handheld scanners that the greeting med team used showed no signs of any foreign bodies.

"You're all free to go; remember to shuck those fatigues into the hazardous waste container, though, and shower with soap before you head out to the rest of the base."

"We know the drill, Sergeant, thanks," Colonel Taylor said summarily. "Okay, people, nice job, let's debrief in half an hour, then you can head out for standard down time," said Colonel Taylor.

The medical technician turned to go. "Oh wait – Lieutenant Hailey, Dr. Fraiser wanted me to advise you to see her immediately upon your return."

Jennifer frowned. She couldn't imagine what the doctor wanted to see her about – the bruise on her knee from her incident with Jameson had healed fine – Doctor Fraiser hadn't known about that, anyway – and she hadn't asked the doctor about anything recently.

"Okay, but can it wait until after debrief?" she asked the technician.

The sergeant shrugged. "I don't know, Lieutenant, she said immediately." Jennifer looked at Colonel Taylor.

Colonel Taylor frowned. "Well, the mission went well; you can read the debrief minutes while you're working on the report, Hailey," he said. "No sense pissing off the CMO; if she said immediately, go ahead."

"She probably has the results of your pregnancy test, Hailey," Lieutenant Gibson, one of her SG-17 team members said with a wicked grin.

"Not too worried about that, Gibson, she already told me your sperm count's too low to make that happen," Hailey replied coolly with an equally wicked grin on her face, as she strode out of the room towards the infirmary, shedding fatigues as she went, leaving the other members of the team to compare notes on who got the upper hand in the insult game. Gibson was a married man who respected Hailey's abilities immensely and enjoyed the bantering with her.

Walking into the infirmary, she spied the petite, pretty doctor in her office and went to the doorway. "Lieutenant Hailey, reporting as ordered, ma'am," she greeted the doctor.

Janet eyed her coolly. "Sit down, lieutenant," she said.

Jennifer took the seat next to the doctor's desk. She was getting a bit nervous; she couldn't understand what she might have done to upset the doctor.

Janet shut her office door. She normally kept the shades drawn, but the door open, so when she shut the door, it was known that she was not to be bothered unless someone was dying.

Janet sat down at the desk and put her hands together on top of it. These kinds of conversations were always difficult; this one particularly so for most women. She looked at the young woman with the slightest hint of sympathy that came from being a doctor and having to discuss a difficult subject with a patient.

"Lieutenant Hailey, the day before you left for your last mission, I had a patient in here whom I think you might know," Janet said. "Major Jameson?" the doctor said with a questioning, you-know-what-I'm-talking-about tone in her voice.

Jennifer froze. She hadn't thought about the repercussions of having defended herself against the man – oh, God, could he really press charges against her, she thought, suddenly terrified. It was true, she had physically assaulted a superior officer, but under the circumstances….

Janet saw the look of terror in the young girl's eyes, and smiled knowingly. "Relax, lieutenant, he's not dumb enough to press charges against you. Those weren't exactly defensive wounds he had."

"Ma'am?" Jennifer asked, in a slightly choked voice.

Janet sighed. She turned to face the young woman. "Lieutenant Hailey, you're not the first woman who Jameson has assaulted, or in your case, apparently, attempted to assault," Janet said. "You are, however, the first one to inflict such damage to him. Him, I've not seen in here before; the women, I have."

Janet continued. "I called you down here because I wanted to make sure that you were okay, and not just okay because your soldier training says you should be, but okay because the woman in you is okay," Janet continued as she saw Lieutenant Hailey's mouth open in protest at the statement. "I know the standard answer to these questions, Lieutenant, I took the training too."

Jennifer pondered this for a while before responding. How am I now, really, she thought to herself. After a minute, she said, slowly, "Actually, Doctor Fraiser, I can honestly say that I'm okay." She thought for another moment. "I think fighting him off as I did really helped me to push it away. I felt…empowered by defending myself, I guess," she finished. Of course, if it hadn't been for Dr. Jackson…She squeezed her eyes tight against the balance of this thought.

Janet looked at her; Jennifer knew she would need more than that to be convinced. "After it happened, a friend took me off base to, sort of pull myself together," Jennifer added, hoping that this would convince the doctor she really was okay.

Dr. Fraiser studied her. She knew not to push an assault victim for more details than she cared to give; the sincerity in the girl's statement and what she already knew about the attack convinced her that the young lieutenant was indeed recovering well.

"Okay, lieutenant, if you say so, then I believe you and I'm very, very glad to hear it." She smiled warmly at her. "But I hope you won't ever be afraid to come to me, woman to woman or doctor to patient, if you ever have to go through anything like that again."

The warmth and sincerity of the statement comforted Jennifer, just as it had with Major Carter. She smiled, warmly and sincerely. "Thanks, Dr. Fraiser. I hope I never need to take advantage of that offer," she quipped mildly. Turning to leave she asked the doctor "Dr. Fraiser?"

"Yes lieutenant?"

"May I ask what exactly his injuries were, ma'am?"

Janet eyed the girl, there wasn't the slightest trace of malice in the request, she was really just curious. Normally, Janet would not have divulged these types of details to someone other than the patient themselves or their families; it was against medical protocol, but this was not an ordinary circumstance.

"He had some hairline fractures in the bone and metatarsals of his left foot, and his pelvic bone sustained some bruising, along with some pretty severe bruising of the associated organs in the genitalia," Janet replied in a matter of fact tone of voice. "Those military issue boots really do the trick, I guess, and I'll bet you had a pretty good size bruise on your knee. From the force of the hit, I'd say you're lucky you didn't break your knee."

The look of horror on the young lieutenant's face was not exactly what Janet had been expecting. She smiled at the girl. "It's okay, lieutenant; when you're defending yourself, you can't afford to stop and think about the damage you might be inflicting or the consequences of your actions."

She could see the girl was not convinced. She turned her chair so she was facing the lieutenant head on, resting her feet up on the legs of her desk chair and leaning forward a bit.

"Think of it like a battle situation, Lieutenant. Your enemy has you at a disadvantage; to defend yourself you do whatever's necessary. There is no thinking; you simply react. That's the only way to save your life; even a second spent thinking about the consequences could mean the difference between us having this conversation, or a vastly different one," Janet said in a tone mixed with warning and reassurance. "Don't second guess yourself on this one. Besides," Janet added, "the MP's told me that even though he was down, you didn't take advantage of the opportunity to injure him further. I suppose you have Dr. Jackson to thank for that."

Jennifer's breath caught in her throat. "You know about Dr. Jackson being there?" she asked. "Did you talk to Dr. Jackson?" she asked slowly, imagining that in her absence he had told the doctor everything. No doubt out of some misplaced concern for my safety, she thought, somewhat angrily.

Janet laughed. "As if he would tell me anything," she said. "I did try, but his mouth was shut tighter than I've ever seen him. He said that it was your decision if you felt like telling me and that you had fended him off all by yourself."

Jennifer smiled to herself upon hearing that he hadn't divulged the details. He really is a nice guy, she thought, immediately sorry for her angry assumption that he had mentioned the incident to anyone.

Janet added, "I overheard the MP's talking about the situation, and I questioned them. Not for my own edification, but to understand what had really happened and make sure they weren't just spreading idle rumors. Once they told me that it was Dr. Jackson who had brought them running when he yelled at you to stop, I knew you had at least been in good hands," the doctor said.

Janet continued. "But Dr. Jackson, for all his kindness and gallantry, is still a man, and as the chief medical officer for this facility, I wanted to see you for myself and make sure you were okay." She clucked ruefully. "I should have sent for you right away as soon as I heard about it, but…" The doctor trailed off, looking beyond the young lieutenant for a moment. Her gaze returned to Jennifer.

"I didn't send for you that day because I also knew you were up in Sam's lab that afternoon, and I knew that if she were concerned she would call me. One cannot make an assault victim come forward, for all of the military rank in the world. The assault alone can be embarrassing enough; calling attention to someone who has been through it can just make it worse if they don't want to discuss it," she stated, knowingly.

"And, let's just say that you've earned a new respect among the MP's around here, Lieutenant Hailey. They've dealt with Jameson before and as they brought him in I overheard one of them telling the other that if his little sister ever ran into something like that, he hoped she would do exactly what Hailey had done to Jameson."

Jennifer was taken aback, a little embarrassed about the fact that people had been discussing the incident. "Oh," she said.

Janet studied the girl's face. "You can't stop the gossip circuit around here, either, Lieutenant Hailey, but the MP's are a pretty good bunch and Jameson doesn't have a whole lot of friends among them. Don't worry; things have a way of working out the way that they should. Trust me, I'm a doctor, I know these things," she stated with just a hint of playfulness in her voice. "Now, unless you've got other health questions or concerns, you're dismissed, soldier," Janet stated authoritatively. "You've got some down time to get to."

Jennifer smiled. "Thanks again, Dr. Fraiser." As she turned to go, she had one last thought. "Dr. Fraiser?" she said in a questioning tone.

Janet turned. "Yes?"

Jennifer took a deep breath. "I understand that you've actually got a daughter, a girl you adopted from P8X987.At Janet's concerned look, Jennifer quickly added, "I've practically memorized all of the mission reports and I remember that being mentioned. The reason I ask is that, well," Jennifer's thought process began to unravel; she really wasn't sure what to say next. "I tutor some of the students up at the academy and I really enjoy it and I was just wondering if she ever needed any kind of help on her homework or anything like that. I don't know too many girls, really, and I thought it would be kind of nice meeting her."

Jennifer realized that she was babbling now. "Heck, I just thought maybe we could be friends; it must be hard for her sometimes and I know I feel like an alien myself around here most days," Jennifer finished, resignedly, with a wave of her hand at the base around them.

Janet was touched by the offer; she knew that it probably hadn't come easy to the girl. Like herself, as a woman in the Armed Forces, she imagined it was pretty hard for Lieutenant Hailey to find girlfriends most days, too, and Cassie managed pretty well, but Janet knew it would be nice for her to be able to talk to someone closer to her age who understood the entire truth about her situation.

Having Jonas around helps that matter tremendously, too, Janet thought, smiling to herself at the image of the ever-grinning young blond fellow who had immersed himself in her and Cassie's life, but he wasn't a girl. Definitely not a girl, no, he's most assuredly a man, she thought to herself. She banished the inappropriate thought about her house-guest and answered the young officer.

"That would be nice; I think she'd really like to meet you too," Janet said with a smile. "But we can take care of all of that after you get some rest, soldier. Doctor's orders. Now go!" Janet stated, playfully but with meaning. She made a mental note to find an opportunity to introduce the two girls.

"Ma'am, yes ma'am," Jennifer saluted the doctor on her way out the door.