AN: Hello there, Kats and Kittens! Wow! You guys are great. Thanks so much for all your reviews! I'm glad you're liking the story so far. So, here's Chapter Seven. I'll just let you get to it, yea? Enjoy!

Chapter Seven:

Oh shit. Oh shit. Oh shit.

Janet paces the infirmary nervously, sweat visibly pouring down her face as she tries her best to keep her tears at bay.

Oh shit. Oh shit. Oh shit.

"Doctor Fraiser," a nurse says timidly, causing the small woman to nearly jump out of her skin. "Are you all right? You don't look so well. Perhaps you need to go home and get some rest."

"N-No. I'll be fine," Janet shakes her head, ignoring the skeptical look given to her. "Just . . . Go look up someone's stats or something."

"Yes, Ma'am."

Suddenly, the phone in the doctor's office rings, and the small woman runs to answer.

"Fraiser," she says almost breathlessly.

"Doctor, this is Hammond. I need a medical team prepped and ready to go off world in ten minutes."

"Yes, Sir," Janet replies curtly, replacing the receiver in its cradle and rushing into the infirmary to gather a team and supplies.

Oh shit.

0 o 0 o 0

Kaara enters into a room filled with chaos. Nurses run this way and that as medical supplies fling from one hand to another. She catches sight of the small doctor and heads towards her.

"Janet!" She shouts amid the noise, managing to catch the other woman's attention nonetheless. "Janet! What's going on?"

"Medical emergency off world!" The doctor yells back, grabbing her wrist and pulling her towards a less crowded part of the room. "We're shipping out in about two minutes. Damn it! I said seven, Gerardi! Not seventeen!" Janet shakes her head at the confused nurse, who rushes off to place the unneeded supplies back where they came from.

"We could really use your help, if you don't mind," she says, turning back to Kaara. The young nurse's eyes widen in surprise.

"B-But . . . I've never been off world! Don't you need training and . . . and training?" She protests.

"Not under these circumstances. I'm short of staff today and could really use you out there," Janet pleads. Her conscious screams at her from within, but she shoves it aside. There is a more important matter at hand.

"Yes . . . Of course I'll help." Kaara nods her consent, causing Janet's relief to erupt tenfold.

"Oh, thank you, thank you, thank you," the doctor says appreciatively. "This means more than I can say . . . Gerardi! I said seven! If you come back here with more or less then seven, I will personally make sure you never have to count again!"

The nurse's face pales as she hurries back to the supply cabinet to try, once again, to correct her counting skills.

Janet sighs and rubs her temple.

"Let's get a move on, people! We're already running late! There could be people in real trouble out there! C'mon! This isn't a drill!"

"Janet? Where's Daniel? Isn't he supposed to be leaving soon?" Kaara asks, helping load various bags onto carts.

The doctor looks at her apologetically, replying, "SG-1 was deployed early this afternoon. Apparently, there was supposed to be some sort of weather interference when they were scheduled to leave, so the general bumped the mission up."

Janet and her medical crew head towards the infirmary doors and out into the hallway.

"Who is it, exactly, that needs help?" Kaara questions, hoping upon hopes that it is not Daniel's team.

"I'm not sure," Janet says as her steps quicken into a run. "All I'm ever told is 'medical team to the 'gate room' or 'medical team prepped to go off world.' No time for specifics in these kind of situations."

"Right," Kaara nods in understanding as they turn a corner. How anyone is able to find their way through this maze is beyond her.

As they, finally, enter the embarkation room, General Hammond greets them at the base of the ramp.

"Miss Whitten," he nods in a somewhat surprised manner. "Good to see you."

At his questioning glance, Janet explains, "I'm short staffed today, General. I'll be needing Miss Whitten out on the field to help with any medical needs the teams may have."

"May I remind you that she has no field experience, Doctor?" Hammond replies as politely as possible.

"Yes, Sir," Janet nods. "I'm aware of that. I'll see that she stays close to me at all times, Sir. She'll be fine. I'm confident in her capabilities."

Kaara's cheeks turns a slight shade of pink as she glances at her small, white tennis shoes.

"Very well," Hammond nods. "You'll be assisting SG teams two, five, six . . . and one."

At this, Kaara's stomach drops into a bottomless abyss. Daniel? In trouble? Oh God! We have to go now!

Seeing the look of horror on her face, Hammond says, "There have been no reports of casualties yet, and the crossfire is minimal at the moment, but take great care out there. I want everyone back here safe and sound as soon as possible."

"Yes, Sir," the crew seems to respond simultaneously.

"You have a go," the general nods, watching the team enter the shimmering pool of the water-like event horizon until it disappears, leaving him with a sense of loss and helplessness.

0 o 0 o 0

"Colonel!"

Jack looks up from his crouched position behind a large boulder to see Janet and a team of medical personnel running towards him and the few teams around him.

"Doc? What the hell-" Jack is cut off as a shower of staff weapon blasts continue to erode the remaining rock shielding them from the actual crossfire itself.

"Is Kaara with you?" Janet shouts over the noise, causing Jack's hairs to stand on end.

"Why the hell would she be with us?" He demands harshly, turning quickly and returning fire upon the Jaffa across the small clearing they have transformed into a battle field.

"Shit," Janet curses under her breath. "She . . . She came with us . . . I was short handed today. We got separated at the 'gate. When we came through, there was too much dust and debris to see anything."

"Damn it," Jack grits out through clenched teeth.

"Where's Daniel?" The small doctor inquires, realizing that he is the only one missing from the crowded group before her. Jack can only shoot her an uncertain look before having to return to the unceasing onslaught.

Janet bites her bottom lip, directing her staff to various injured personnel. She finds Sam leaning against Teal'c with a nasty looking gash on her forehead. Taking a deep breath, she clears her mind of her missing friends and begins on the task at hand.

AN: Questions? Comments? Vague disregard for any or all words written and established in the mind of one who has no sanity?

Oh dear. Poor Kaara. Lost offworld, eh? What a pickle. Well, until next time! Later, Gators! Catch you on the flip side!