Chapter Eight
"Daniel she was supposed to be out of that thing seven hours ago! I knew this was a bad idea, I told you!" Jack was pacing up and down the briefing room (after finally being dragged, cursing from the isolation room by three SF's) and was scrubbing his hand across his face.
"Jack, she was in pretty bad shape, admit it. The healing process is probably just taking longer this time." To be completely honest, Daniel was worried too, but having Jack in this state was more than enough.
"Daniel I was brought back from the dead a hundred times with that thing and in twenty-four hours." He dared Daniel to argue further, but was stopped by the entrance of what was now known as 'Sam's Party.' "Well!" He almost yelled.
"I don't know sir. Sam should've been out seven hours ago. The only thing it could be is that the healing process is taking longer with her." Daniel could see that Janet was just as worried.
"But it revived me in less time." Jack sounded exasperated.
"I know sir. I don't know what's happening. We don't know how to open it, and we can't risk trying in case we…"
"Interrupt the healing process and kill Major Carter." Teal'c finished in a solemn tone.
"Thanks buddy." Jacob responded, his sarcasm empty.
"Whoa Janet!"
"Doctor Fraiser!" Were the exclamations as Janet collapsed into Daniel; Teal'c picked her up.
"Get her down to the infirmary, stress most likely." Hammond ordered and they left the briefing room.
As the hours turned into days, everyone grew more, and more worried. Jack hadn't moved from beside the sarcophagus, wasn't eating and barely slept. She said she'd come back. She'll fight, I know she will. Janet had brought in a bed for Jack so now no one could give a reason for him to leave. Two days later Jack was asleep. Finally Janet thought, noticing the time, a quarter to Twelve. Now she could get some much-needed rest and head off to her quarters. Down in the isolation room, the lid on the sarcophagus hissed and creaked as the opening process began…
AN: OMG! What's going to happen!