Chapter 7
"He gave us quite a scare this time; even by his standards." said the general to the good Doctor as they made their way from her office into the infirmary to check on said patient.
"Yes sir, but he's fine now. Once we had him on a drip for 20 minutes he came round and was absolutely fine." She replied honestly.
"Hello, General." Said Daniel a little too normally for the experience that he had just been through, then again this was a little easier to cope with than some of the other troubles that Daniel had met within the ranks of SG-1.
This was only one of the little details that seemed to point to something being inherently wrong in the infirmary. The room was normally the up most in clinical cleanliness and etiquette, but while the infirmary held up the wondrous record something was most definitely out of place.
The doctor knowing her way round the infirmary better than her own house could pin-point this change instantly and made a beeline for the patient on the gurney and stood before him hands on hips and left foot tapping an angry rhythm.
"Daniel Jackson!"
"What?" a look of fear began creeping on to his face at the vision of the petite napoleon, making the feigned look of innocence almost disappear.
"Now which of my nurses did you have to propose to, to get that flask of coffee."
His eyes went wide in shock, "I haven't even opened it yet!" he forgot about pretending to be innocent as he marvelled at the doctor, his curiosity overwhelming his once growing fear.
"Who?" she asked, a deadly calmness in her voice.
A silence descended between the two: daring challenges in eye movements and body language before all of a sudden a great argument erupted. The sheer volume of the argument was shocking and as it continued the doctors drew so close to each other that they were almost nose-to-nose.
Hammond was shocked at the display before him. 'They sound like an old married couple.' He thought.
"Doctors!" both of them stopped and jerked their heads in the general's direction as if realising him there for the first time during their exchange.
"Doctor, this is your patient!" he said uncomprehending.
"He's fine." She said a little too venomously to be speaking to a superior officer, "Except for a little coffee addition." She continued as she slipped a large flask from under the thin mattress and whisked it away from her patients reach.
"Hey!" cried Daniel, "Just because I didn't drink it doesn't get me out of taking Claire out to dinner!"
"So it was Claire." said Janet triumphantly.
"Damn it!" He sat in a huff; his knees drawn up under his chin, his arms wrapped tightly round them, his glasses sitting askew and glaring from behind them for all it was worth. "Don't know what you're complaining about. Jack, Sam and Teal'c always bring me coffee when I'm in here."
"Yes and when you think none of us are looking you drink their coffee as well! You have a problem Daniel Jackson, with a capitol P."
Again the glare appears from behind the spectacles.
"It saved my life today, if I hadn't dived for the coffee I wouldn't have been half-way under the desk!"
"Diving for coffee? Are you listening to yourself doctor?" said the general now realising how much of a problem the archaeologist had.
"Full de-caf from now on. And no chocolate either!" said the small doctor with a tone of finality in her voice.
"Where is the rest of SG-1 anyway?" he asked curious as to why his team was not there to give him his coffee.
"Taking a removal van to Vorash, and you're going to meet them there, once you've had some rest."