A/N:I wasn't planning to put this up for a few more days, but, well, I love reviews and you wonderful amazing people have been so nice with this story, that I decided to post this chapter now. Oh yes, zsuszu, sparks between Kate and Field? I didn't realize I had written any, cause honestly I don't even like the guy. However, if people tell me that they want some sparkage between the two, I'll see what I can do. That's a hint to review, by the way, cause if you don't I really will continue writing Field as an absolute ass. An Kittn did you mean that KATE has no self restraint? Which after how little sleep she's had up to this point, a lack of is understandable. Anyway thanks for the reviews, as you can see I do read them. Remember please review. Reviews make me happy.
Chapter 7
Gloria Fordman had been a nurse at the SGC for seven years. She remembered all the times that Kate O'Neill had flow in from various military hotspots to help Dr. Frasier with one medical emergency or another. Personally, she liked the energetic civilian, and thought she was extremely funny. Nurse Fordman also didn't care about Dr. O'Neill's last name. She didn't care if the doctor was some sort of relation or other to Col. O'Neill. The lady did her job, she was dedicated to her patients and what was best for them, and she treated all nurses with respect. Dr. Frasier and Dr. Warner did also, but Gloria had always been able to sense that for some reason, Kate O'Neill had even more respect for nurses than the other two senior doctors at the SGC did. That respect and even admiration that Kate O'Neill displayed had long ago earned her the mutual respect of the nursing staff. Normally the leaders of the rumor mill, the nurses had not participated in spreading the word of Dr. O'Neill's arrival. And that respect was why Gloria had taken it upon herself to acquire clean BDU's from supply for the young doctor. Gloria knew the icky feel that BDU's and scrubs acquired after you've worn them for several days, and from the brief glimpse she'd gotten in the infirmary, the new doctor had been on her feet in OR for days.
Other people at the SGC would have taken an opportunity like this to haze the new doctor, or to show her exactly how protective they all were of Maj. Carter. Gloria, however, just wanted to help the tall brunette feel somewhat welcome in a hostile new place.
On her way back to the infirmary, Gloria stopped at the commissary. A cup of coffee would also help the exhausted doctor, who she remembered once saying, "With coffee, all things are possible."
When she arrived back at the infirmary, she had to smile. SG-1 was obviously trying to accept her, the Colonel looked vulnerable and scared (something Gloria never thought she'd see, even after being tortured by Ba'al, the Colonel hadn't cracked to revel the man inside) and Kate looked like she could use a hand in fending off the zillions of questions Dr. Jackson could ask in a minute. Help in fending off the cute archaeologist, Gloria couldn't give, but with coffee and clean clothes she could at least help her new boss feel vaguely human again.
"Ma'am?" Gloria quietly approached the group.
"Yes, Lt. Fordman?" Kate asked, reading Gloria's nametag.
"Some hot coffee and clean BDU's ma'am."
"Thanks a million Lt. I know I desperately need both."
"Well ma'am, I've had to wear scrubs for days on end a few times, and in the end it is never a fun feeling. If you like the infirmary showers are behind you, third door on the right."
"Lt. a hot shower, hot coffee, and clean clothes? You must have missed the rumor mill; I'm the second most hated person on this base!"
"The nursing staff remembers you ma'am. Anyone as good as you who still respects us and the patients, we feel we can stand behind. Besides we've been waiting for someone to put Field in his place and keep him there."
"Nice to know I'm good for something." Kate grinned and hopped off the infirmary bed and grabbed the clothes from where Gloria had set them next to the coffee. Before she entered the shower doors, Kate turned back to the nurse, "Lt.? Next time Dr. Field disrespects you or any of the other nurses I want you to inform me. I don't tolerate that kid of disrespect with my surgeons. Good nurses are hard to find and all nurses take enough crap from people all day, the least us doctors can do is give a ton of respect and listen to what you have to say. Sometimes I think nurses spend more time in med school than doctors!" With that final quip and a typical O'Neill half-grin/half-smirk, Kate disappeared into the showers, where her first hot shower in four years awaited her.
Gloria ducked her head at Kate's complement, than before the members of SG-1 could begin to grill her for information, she slipped away and resumed her duties.
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Ten minutes later, Kate emerged from the room freshly showered and wearing truly clean clothes for the first time in she didn't know how long. After tossing the scrubs in the 'soiled linens' container she sat down on the infirmary bed next to her father, again. "Is the coffee still hot?" she asked as she picked up the cup and cautiously sipped it.
"Well we just spent the last ten minutes keeping Danny boy here from drinking it by accident, so you'll have to tell us." Jack grinned at his daughter; he still wasn't too sure about her being at the SGC, and despite what they had been telling him for the last few minutes, he wasn't sure SG-1 could handle working with her. And since Sam hadn't stepped out of her 'perfect 2IC' routine, he couldn't tell if he and Sam could survive the sheer fact that he had a daughter. Especially a daughter who was practically the same age as Sam. Even as worried as he privately was about his two worlds colliding, he couldn't help but grin at his Katie as she savored the first cup of decent coffee she'd had in a while, and since it was the horrific stuff they served in the commissary, he shuddered at the thought of the sludge she'd been living on for the last few years.
His enjoyment of watching Katie savor the coffee was broken when the klaxons started going off and Sgt. Harriman's voice rang out over the PA system, "Unauthorized off-world activation. Repeat unauthorized off-world activation." SG-1 sprang to their feet and Janet emerged from her office.
"Nine times out of ten that means us Kate," She said, hoping her new CS wasn't so tired that she couldn't perform surgery if need be. While SG-1 had already left for the control room, Kate and Janet readied the carts, gurneys, and people they might need if a med team was called to the Gate Room.
Sure enough, as Robert Field sauntered into the infirmary and took a seat, a med team was called. When Field didn't automatically go for the door with the rest of the emergency personnel, Kate turned on him.
"Get on your feet Field! What are you waiting for? An engraved invitation?"
"I'm coming, girl. Hold your horses," he muttered slowly rising to his feet."
"Oforcryingoutloud! Move it Field or I will have you out of here before you can say Stargate!" With that, Kate wasted no more time on the surly doctor, racing to catch up with the rest of her team.
"Don't mind him ma'am," Gloria Fordman grinned at her as they ran to the Gate room, "he's an ass."
"Yeahsureyabetcha," Kate tossed back before the group of doctors and nurses entered the Gate room.
When the doors opened most found themselves in shock. Never had they seen this many refugees and SGC personnel injured before. Kate took it all in stride, all too used to scenes like the one before her. Quickly organizing a triage the group set about finding the worst of the injured to get into surgery. Kate's long trained eye quickly found the most badly injured man. None of the doctors or nurses had yet to notice him and the refugees and SGC teams were avoiding him; but Kate, a doctor to the core, approached.
"I need a gurney over here now!" she called. "This guy's first, chest and head wounds." When no one seemed to hear her, she repeated her order in a tone she had learned from her father years before. As always, it worked and a gurney was brought by to members of SG-2.
"Ma'am, he's a Goa'uld!" one said, Kate didn't care which.
"Doesn't matter gentlemen. I have a duty to all life. Not just the forms of life we like."
Nodding they accepted what she said, they knew who this lady was and if she was anything like Jack O'Neill, angry was not the mood they wanted her in, and they helped her get the injured man onto the gurney. As she was rushing out with the wounded man, Kate didn't notice as they passed by Teal'c, who had come to carry people to the infirmary. She missed the look of recognition on his face, and since she didn't know his recent history, wouldn't have cared much if she had. She was too wrapped up in trying to save a dying man's life.
She didn't know who the injured man was. But Teal'c did.
It was Tanith.
