Supporting Rumors - Part 55
Jack was restless. Not the fever sweat laden type of restlessness – no that was long gone – thankfully.
Bored – had he mentioned bored? He checked the clock on the wall yet again – yep still bored.
He'd been on his daily visit from the therapy folk and yes it was great that they now took him to the dungeon, that helped to break the day up – just a tad. The couple of hours spent with the on site rehab stretched the time a little too, but despite the exhaustion that followed his sessions – he was downright and absolutely, positively bored out of his skull.
Daniel and Teal'c had been gone for almost two weeks now after being recalled to the SGC, and Sam almost permanently wore the haunted expression of someone who had run out of entertainment for errant kids. It wasn't his fault he was high maintenance was it? She'd known that when she'd married him. Just because he couldn't actually get about properly yet – was that any reason to go off on him?
The getting about was the bug bear actually. Despite his best efforts, he still didn't have much sensation other than in his right foot. He got the odd burning pain down his right leg and the twitching in his foot drove him mad as well. There wasn't a great deal of controlled movement, but he could do a mean semi roll with the joint of his ankle and slowly waggle his foot a little. And, and this was the biggy for him, he was beginning to be able to control his basic body functions, not that he could feel much, but at least he had stopped peeing himself except for the odd accident.
He'd been hinting at getting some work brought in, seeing as they hadn't yet retired him, but no-one seemed willing to clear it. The TV's return had been sanctioned by Doc for a while now and other than the odd update, the attempt on his life was old news, thankfully.
But – he was bored.
He'd caught up with his favorite TV shows, watched all the games he wanted . . . but the actual yearning he felt for some paperwork told the tale – he was really bored!
There was a brisk knock on the door before it opened and his wife's face peeped around it. "Are you going to be good?" she enquired in a small voice.
"Hey, wasn't my fault."
"Ah," she chastised, coming into the room fully.
He gave her a grin and shrugged. It wasn't his fault he'd twitched the tray all over her – was it?
"We could have had a proper food fight if you'd stayed."
Sam shook her head, grinning to show she'd forgiven him. "I was soaked!" she complained.
"And your point?"
"Anyway," she dragged a chair over to the bed then leaned over to kiss him, before sitting down. "We need to decide where we are going."
Jack looked askance at the rolled up bundle of papers she had in her other hand. "We do?"
"Yes, I've been doing some checking. If you're still determined that we head back to the Springs, then there is a very good rehab centre within easy driving distance for me and Doctor Hill gives it a thumbs up."
"Springs for sure. I thought we'd settled this. You are going back to work until I can take care of myself. I just wish I could go straight home." Sam frowned and Jack held up a hand. "Yes, I know, I know why. You get to join me for the last two weeks of rehab don't forget."
"Oh yes, so looking forward to that …" She pulled a face at him, and then blew him a kiss to show she was joking. "It'll give me a chance to get the house sorted too. We need to install ramps and rails …"
"You won't have to … I mean, with the rehab and when I get these legs going you won't be looking after an invalid," said Jack quietly.
"It'll take a while hon, you know that, but however long it doesn't matter. I'm okay with helping you, you do know that don't you? In the meanwhile we need to make sure you can get around the house okay."
"Doc said I can be totally independent with time anyway."
"That's means you can do your share of the cooking and housework." Sam sat back in the chair, giving him a smirk.
"And the last time you cooked was?"
"Ah, yes, well the freezer is getting rather empty, so you had better get yourself sorted quick."
Jack shook his head. He gave her a pointed look and gestured to the bundle in her hand.
"Oh yes, here's the brochure."
"They have brochures?"
"You should see some of them … better than a top class hotel."
"Whoa, top prices too I bet."
"We needn't worry about that. Your insurances are paying top dollar out and a lump sum as well - and until they decide what the heck they are doing with your discharge – they're paying your salary too."
"I keep getting blanks when I ask about that. Hayes is adamant they won't retire me but I don't see how …"
"You could take an advisory position."
"Told you before, I'll be too busy raising the kids." It was Jack's turn to smirk.
"And what if I wanted to stay at home instead?" argued Sam.
"Why instead, we could both?"
Sam's eyebrows rose at that. "Because we'd end up killing each other and besides that raising children is expensive."
"My pension isn't bad you know. I could support you, two point five kids and a couple of dogs."
"Two point five and a couple of dogs huh? Any particular breed?"
"Oh, don't mind boy or girl," responded Jack with a grin.
"Ass." She swatted at him with the brochures and he grabbed at her, pulling her across the bed, wrestling the brochure from her hand. She retaliated by turning on him with her lips … the brochure sliding out of his hands to the floor, completely forgotten …
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