Grr hayfever! I'm staying indoors for now, so I might as well get on with my fanfic!
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Alex opened his eyes to find Teal'c looking down at him with a slightly worried expression. But anyone who knew him well would know that it was a very worried expression. Then he smiled as he realised that Alex had woken up.
"Colonel Rider. Are you aware of your surroundings?"
Alex nodded.
"What happened?"
Teal'c gained a worried expression again. "Perhaps I should get Doctor Frasier… It is not a good sign that you do not remember what happened."
Alex sat up, wincing as he remembered the pain in his ribs, too late.
"It's ok Teal'c I think I remember. We were on that planet and Sam was hit… How is she? Is she ok?"
Teal'c frowned, almost imperceptibly. "That remains to be seen, Alex Rider."
Alex collapsed back onto the bed. The pain had become too much. Dr Frasier chose this choice moment to walk over.
"Hi Alex. I'm Dr Janet Frasier."
Alex gawped. Dammit, it was turning into a habit.
Janet paused while she read through his notes. "Well, congratulations Colonel. You have been unconscious for two hours and you have two broken ribs. Well done."
Alex frowned. He was no way up to sarcasm. He changed the subject.
"How's Sam?"
No one had noticed Daniel come in. "Yeah, how is Sam?"
Janet frowned. "She's still out cold. She's over there, to the right of you, Alex."
She pointed to a bed on the far side of the infirmary. Jack was sitting next to her, holding her hand.
"Just friends, my ass." The petit doctor mumbled.
Daniel looked up. "What?"
"Sorry, very busy…" Dr Frasier walked off grinning.
Daniel gasped as if suddenly remembering something.
"Oh Alex?"
Alex turned to look at him. "Yeah?"
"Cam's gonna kill you."
Alex started. "WHAT? Owch." As he remembered the pain in his ribs, again, too late.
Daniel started stuttering. "Um. Yeah. He. He err. He blames you for not covering Sam."
Alex looked down at his hands. "Oh."
He looked up at Daniel, his dark blue eyes meeting Daniel's hazel ones without a trace of excuse.
"Do you think I let her get hit? That I'm too incompetent to cover someone?"
Daniel shuffled nervously. "No, no, of course now. You were thrown off your feet. By… Something."
Alex looked over at Sam, lying in a hospital bed, with a drip in her arm. He frowned and tried to shake the feeling of guilt. His blue eyes became hazy.
He turned back to face Daniel and Teal'c. "It is probably my fault. I should have got up again faster. I should have done something."
Daniel frowned. "From what I heard, well, from Jack: Cameron was a bit angry…"
He was interrupted by Cameron bursting through the infirmary door. Alex marvelled at the fact that he somehow new he had woken up. It was either a sixth sense or the gossip tree. Either way it was pretty incredible.
Then Alex looked at his face. He shrank back into his bed. He wished he could run away but he didn't think that his ribs would let him.
"Why weren't you covering her?" Cameron almost shouted. Jack jumped, turned around, and stared.
"Whatever excuse you have, it's not going to be good enough. You convinced us you were good enough to be on SG1, and then, ON YOUR FIRST TIME OUT, you mess up. Sam could have been killed! She might still die!"
Jack winced, visibly. He spoke to Cameron very quietly. "Leave Mitchell. Now"
Cameron was ejected from the infirmary by a furious looking Dr Frasier. Jack turned back to Sam and Daniel and Teal'c went over to her. Alex was left with a feeling of guilt and dread, as a physical feeling in his chest. He turned over and tried not to cry.
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Alex was sitting with Sam when she opened her eyes. He smiled at her. "Hey, Sam."
She glared at him accusingly. "Oh it's you. The person who killed me."
Alex frowned. "What?"
Sam smiled innocently at him. "You heard. You killed me."
She took off the jacket she was wearing and Alex could see blood seeping through her top. He looked uncertainly up to her face, except it wasn't her face any more, it was horribly deformed; a nightmare face of skin and bones and blood. Alex could hardly stop himself from screaming.
"You killed me!" yelled Sam.
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Alex sat bolt upright in bed, sweat pouring down his face, gasping for breath. It had been two weeks since they went to that stupid planet and Sam was still unconscious.
Dr Frasier didn't understand why she wasn't waking up. The four lab rats didn't know what she had been hit with. No one could help. And Alex's conscience was still making him guilty. He hadn't had a proper night's sleep in two weeks. He wasn't hungry. He felt like crap.
Cameron still wasn't talking to him. Alex had a sneaky suspicion that he felt bad about his outburst but there was no way to tell. Daniel and Teal'c were as friendly as they had been before. And Jack… Jack hadn't seen him, let alone talked to him.
Alex was beginning to think that maybe Janet was right and there was something going on between them. He got out of bed. It was useless trying to sleep anyway.
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Further down the corridor, Jack rolled over again. Man, sleep was hard coming. He kept thinking. Mainly about Carter… He shook his head. He should snap out of it. It wouldn't do to be having those sort of thoughts about his 2IC.
He turned his mind to other things. Like Alex… he'd been avoiding him. He admitted it. Jack had never been too good with the emotional side of things and comforting people had never been his strong point. That had been Carter and Daniel's thing. He guessed it was because Carter was a woman. He had no idea about Daniel.
Jack knew that if he talked to Alex he would only make things worse. So he avoided contact altogether. That was best, right?
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Alex read through his report on a piece of machinery bought back by SG6 from a desert planet. Then he looked at one of Sam's reports on a similar thing. He sighed. His looked nowhere near clever enough. Shucks, taking over Sam's job was hard. Very hard. But talking to or even going near Sam herself was harder.
OK, she wouldn't be able to hear him, but still. It could be comforting.
Alex sighed again. Nuts. He went to go and find Janet.
When he found her she was sitting at her desk in her office, with her hand over her head, groaning loudly. Alex frowned, concerned.
"You ok, doc?"
She looked up quickly and smiled. "Yea. Just… thinking about Sam."
Alex smiled encouragingly. "Yeah I know the feeling."
"She should be waking up. She's not in a coma. She's just asleep. It's annoying. And I really wanna ask her about her and Jack." She added cheekily.
Alex glanced at his shoes. It was a nervous twitch thing, Janet realised. He always did it when he had done or was about to do something he found embarrassing. She waited for it. Alex looked up again.
"Would it help if…SG1 went back to the planet and got the weapon? We're sure that's what it is right?"
Frasier nodded. It would help. A lot. But she wasn't telling Alex that. It would only make him more determined to go back to that damn planet. And get himself killed most likely. She wondered whether he was trying to atone. Alex grinned.
"OK, I'll go and ask General Hammond…"
He started walking off but… "Janet!"
He turned around. Hey, that had sounded like… "Sam!" Janet yelled, making all her nurses jump.
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That one was a bit long but I hope you enjoyed reading it….
Please review and tell me if you would like another Alex Rider/Stargate SG1 adventure, because I have loads of ideas zipping around in my head! Thankyou for reading.
