Pete sat at his desk staring at his cell phone. The bitch hung up on
him. Well that was good news and bad. O'Neill must be pushing up
daisies by now or close to it but why she didn't turn to him. He'd just
call her later and see if she were alright; see if she needed him and
his broad shoulders to cry on. Oh and he would be so happy to accompany
her to the funeral if just for the pleasure of kicking some dirt on
O'Neill's coffin. Yeah, he'd call her in a few hours, if she didn't
call first.
As he fantasized about the funeral with his arm firmly wrapped about Sam Carter, taps being played in the background and having to bit his lip to keep from smiling, his phone rang.
"Shanahan."
"Memorial Hospital"
He recognized the voice and had no answer.
"Finish it." And the line was disconnected.
Pete begged off to his supervisor claiming family emergency and tore off back to Colorado Springs. He had to figure out the answers to the questions she would surely ask. 'How did you know where to find me?' and 'How did you know what had happened?'. The fact that he was a detective with connections was an old standby. And oh she sounded so upset on the phone, he just knew that she could use some one to lean on. He knew a lot of women fell for that bullshit line and would put out for a little comfort. And he had the opportunity in his job to meet a lot of women who needed some comfort. He gave them what they needed and he took all he could get.
This was going to be complicated. He had to off O'Neill there in the hospital right under their noses. First of all, he had to get to Memorial before they transferred him to a more secure place like the mountain, then it would be next to impossible to get to him. And he had to figure out how. Maybe if he were lucky O'Neill would croak before he got there.
OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO
The alien device felt cold and strange on her hand. A swirl of thought flooded her mind. Here lay General O'Neill needing her help, so often she turned to him for permission, for the authority to do things or for strategic advice; here lay the man she knew once no, no, many times put his life on the line for her and now it was time for her to step up to the plate. It was time for her to take command of the situation. She was afraid to fail him. She wondered if this was why she never pursued a relationship between them, this fear of failure. But if you never tried, you never really knew. And she was a scientist she learned by theories tested, trial and error. No success without the leap of faith . And so armed with Teal'c's confidence in her, Daniel steadfast support and her deep feeling for the man laying before her she concentrated, allowing her strength to flow through her entire being, through the device and into Jack O'Neill. The healing device glowed and the healing beam flowed onto and into the mangled leg .
She felt the power flow through her into him . She felt her very life force flow through her finger tips. She silently prayed that she was doing more good than harm. She became aware of the change in his breathing. His breath was now coming in short rasping gasps. Then the soft moan of someone in intense pain. She lost her concentration and the device ceased to glow. Her strength too was completely sapped and Teal'c supported her while Daniel hurried to procure a chair. O'Neill moaned and babbled and began to writhe in pain. Sam was beside her self.
"I've only made it worse; only given him more pain."
Dr. Warner had lifted the sheet over O'Neill's badly damaged leg and gasp in shock.
As he fantasized about the funeral with his arm firmly wrapped about Sam Carter, taps being played in the background and having to bit his lip to keep from smiling, his phone rang.
"Shanahan."
"Memorial Hospital"
He recognized the voice and had no answer.
"Finish it." And the line was disconnected.
Pete begged off to his supervisor claiming family emergency and tore off back to Colorado Springs. He had to figure out the answers to the questions she would surely ask. 'How did you know where to find me?' and 'How did you know what had happened?'. The fact that he was a detective with connections was an old standby. And oh she sounded so upset on the phone, he just knew that she could use some one to lean on. He knew a lot of women fell for that bullshit line and would put out for a little comfort. And he had the opportunity in his job to meet a lot of women who needed some comfort. He gave them what they needed and he took all he could get.
This was going to be complicated. He had to off O'Neill there in the hospital right under their noses. First of all, he had to get to Memorial before they transferred him to a more secure place like the mountain, then it would be next to impossible to get to him. And he had to figure out how. Maybe if he were lucky O'Neill would croak before he got there.
OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO
The alien device felt cold and strange on her hand. A swirl of thought flooded her mind. Here lay General O'Neill needing her help, so often she turned to him for permission, for the authority to do things or for strategic advice; here lay the man she knew once no, no, many times put his life on the line for her and now it was time for her to step up to the plate. It was time for her to take command of the situation. She was afraid to fail him. She wondered if this was why she never pursued a relationship between them, this fear of failure. But if you never tried, you never really knew. And she was a scientist she learned by theories tested, trial and error. No success without the leap of faith . And so armed with Teal'c's confidence in her, Daniel steadfast support and her deep feeling for the man laying before her she concentrated, allowing her strength to flow through her entire being, through the device and into Jack O'Neill. The healing device glowed and the healing beam flowed onto and into the mangled leg .
She felt the power flow through her into him . She felt her very life force flow through her finger tips. She silently prayed that she was doing more good than harm. She became aware of the change in his breathing. His breath was now coming in short rasping gasps. Then the soft moan of someone in intense pain. She lost her concentration and the device ceased to glow. Her strength too was completely sapped and Teal'c supported her while Daniel hurried to procure a chair. O'Neill moaned and babbled and began to writhe in pain. Sam was beside her self.
"I've only made it worse; only given him more pain."
Dr. Warner had lifted the sheet over O'Neill's badly damaged leg and gasp in shock.