Chapter 16: Avoidance And Stalking
Sam entered the infirmary with trepidation. She had been avoiding Colonel O'Neill the whole week by going places she was certain he would avoid. Her luck had held out on all but two occasions. The most memorable was in Dr Felger's lab. She had never been so glad that Jay had almost blown himself up. His explosion had provided Sam with the cover and the excuse she needed to escape HIS presence.
Not that Sam wanted to escape. No, it was the need she had to be with Jack that she was trying to escape. The need that fueled her nighttime fantasies and had to be muzzled in the light of day. The overwhelming need to touch him, smell him, kiss him.
Sam had found herself walking by Jack's office hoping for just a glimpse of his face. But each time, he was sequestered behind closed doors. Her imagination ran wild with what he was doing in his office all alone. She hated herself for needing him this much… for wanting him this much.
As a result, Sam had put off her final medical checkup with Janet till the end of the day. She was both hoping and dreading that Jack would already be here, but Janet had been adamant. Sam either reported to the infirmary by 1600 or Janet would send security after her. And Janet didn't do idle threats.
Sam had arrived with a whole five minutes to spare and carefully peered around the main room to see if HE was here. She carefully concealed her disappointment that he wasn't.
"Hey, Jan. I made it," Sam stated to her friend when Janet caught sight of her.
"Yes, you did… and earlier than I expected too. Go ahead and take the last bed," Janet smiled at her and pointed out the designated bed. Sam relaxed a bit.
"How are you feeling?" Janet asked casually.
"Okay, I guess," Sam replied as Janet started the exam.
"Are you experiencing any strange side-effects?" Janet continued, checking each of Sam's old injuries.
"Ah… not really," Sam replied with a blush.
Janet gave her a glare, "How about you just tell me, and I'll be the judge of what is and what is not a side-effect?"
"Jan…" Sam started, but Janet's continuing glare stopped her short. She gave a short sigh and started to explain, "I've been feeling very horny… Distractedly horny… a pick-up-a-stranger-at-a-bar-just-to-scratch-the-itch kind of horny…" Sam smiled as Janet blushed.
Janet cleared her throat, "And did you?"
"What? Pick up a guy? No. But I was sorely tempted," Sam frowned. Not that she didn't try. She had been out to a local single bar the last two nights. But in the end, she just couldn't find anyone that interested her. They weren't Jack, and nothing less would do.
"And is the feeling going away?" Janet asked, interrupting her thoughts.
Sam considered the question. "Yes," she finally replied. At least as long as I don't see Jack, the answer is yes. But she couldn't share that with Janet. Hell, she could barely admit it to herself.
"Okay. I'll check your hormone levels. But I would chalk it up to the residual effects of the drug you were given. Since you have been able to control the 'horniness', I don't see that it will be a problem." Janet took off her gloves and gave Sam a pointed look, "I noticed that you didn't cut out the rings."
Sam frowned, "I tried. Hell, I tried every cutting tool short of a blow-torch. Nothing worked. I think they are made of trinium."
Janet frowned with sympathy. Nothing short of a blow-torch would cut refined trinium. "Well, we could surgically remove them… if you want?"
Sam considered her offer. Did she want them out? They were constant reminders of what she and Jack had done together. In a way, they were her souvenirs. Perhaps the only thing that she and Jack would ever share. Could she get rid of them, when merely the sight of them reminded her of Jack? Of how he would suck and play with them? She stopped that line of thought before it could really get started.
"No," Sam finally answered. "They don't bother me anymore… at least without the chains they don't."
"Alright, if you're sure," Janet continued to look at her sternly. "If you change your mind, just let me know. Now, all your cuts seem to have healed nicely. No infection from the bites. So all I need now is some blood and urine," Janet stated as she handed Sam a small sample cup.
"Urine?" Sam asked.
Janet winced, "Pregnancy test."
Sam's eyes grew wide. She hadn't even considered pregnancy. "Okay," she replied in a choked voice, as she accepted the cup.
Janet quickly drew her blood and Sam dutifully provided the urine sample. A few minutes later Janet gave her a sympathetic smile as she showed her the negative pregnancy test.
Sam let out a soft breath. She wasn't sure if she was disappointed or relieved. "Thanks, Jan. For everything."
"Anytime, Sam." Janet scribbled some notes. "I'll have the blood results back late tonight. Do you want me to call with the results?"
Sam sighed, "Only if they are bad."
Janet smiled, "Okay. Provided everything is normal, you are cleared for duty. RTFS as of Monday."
"Thanks. The guys will be glad to be back in the rotation," Sam smiled in relief and hopped down from the infirmary bed. "Let Cassie know that I'll be by tomorrow."
Janet smiled back, "I will. Bye, Sam."
"Bye," Sam replied with a backwards wave to her friend.
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