"So what's this all about?" Daniel asked Janet as she closed the curtain around the bed where he sat perched, anxiously awaiting the examination. She didn't look up at him, instead just wheeled her tray of instruments over to his side as she pulled on a fresh pair of gloves.
"Janet?" Daniel asked in response to her lack of one. She looked up holding a stern look and trying to remain impartial.
"Open your mouth" was all she said as she picked up her penlight. Daniel frowned at her and crossed his arms.
"Why have we been recalled from the mission?" he persisted. The lines of frustration and worry were evident on Janet's features.
"I need to check for any signs of an alien contagion" she replied gripping the penlight tightly. Daniel watched this and frowned before looking down at the tray. Amongst the usual supplies, he could see a few new ones that caught his interest. There was a specimen jar, several vials to draw blood, cotton swabs with individual containment covers, several plastic bags and a shot of morphine.
"Just the regular check up?" he asked eyeing the morphine suspiciously. Daniel had been surprised when Janet had actually nodded in response. He let out a laugh and raised his eyebrow at her.
"Janet, you're going all out for a 'regular check up' don't you think? I mean seriously, a morphine shot? The term overkill comes to mind" Daniel joked but Janet didn't see the humor in it.
"Daniel, I need to run some tests to see if you've contracted an alien virus while on the mission." She said warningly "The morphine is just a precaution" she assured him "if you co-operate, I won't have to use it" she added with a slight smile.
"I thought Sam was just tired? Has she caught something? Is she alright?" Daniel asked connecting the dots
"Daniel?" she pleaded, instructing him to open his mouth. He rolled his eyes but obeyed.
Janet was quick during the examination, Daniel noticed. He also noticed she seemed nervous. When he'd stood up and started loosening his pants so she could give him a standard injection, she'd jumped back and he could have sworn she'd gone to grab the morphine shot in panic.
"Ok, I need you to go give me a sample now" she said finally as she picked up the specimen jar and handed it to him.
"Of what?" he asked as he accepted the container.
"Hmm?" she asked distracted with labeling the vials
"What do you need a specimen of? Urine? Faeces? Semen?" he asked impatiently
"Oh, urine" she replied and he nodded as he went to walk to the bathroom. She turned to him curiously first. "Why would I need a semen specimen?"
He paused and looked at her with a frustrated blank look.
"You tell me, you're the doctor" he shrugged and then turned towards the bathroom
When Daniel returned, Janet had most of the equipment and supplies packed up and she was sitting on the bed idly with her a chart on her lap and a pen ready to take notes.
"Here" Daniel spoke as he placed the specimen container on the tray and then stuffed his hands in his pockets in a typical Jack fashion.
"I need to ask you a few questions" she told him as she drummed her fingers anxiously against the chart.
"I need, I need, I need… can't you explain anything to me?" he complained as he sat on the bed next to her. At this she stood up.
"I know this is frustrating Daniel but I just need… I have to see if an alien virus has affected you in anyway." She told him as she folded her arms around the chart.
"How sick is Sam?" Daniel asked crossing his arms as well
"She's fine, I ran the same tests on her and she's perfectly healthy, she's feeling a little fatigued and has raised levels of glucocorticoids, glucagons, epinephrine and norepinephrine" Janet explained while Daniel just blinked.
"Uh…" he joked
"Stress hormones" Janet explained and he nodded "but it's all pretty normal considering…" she trailed off a little and glanced down at her chart.
"Considering what?" Daniel persisted as usual but Janet didn't look like she'd registered the question.
"Have you made any changes to your diet lately?" she asked the first question. Daniel stared at her in frustration.
"No, I've been eating the same old crap the air force feeds us. Considering what?" Daniel asked again in frustration.
"What about off base?" Janet avoided the question
"Define lately, I haven't been off base much lately" he replied still holding the stern look "Considering what Janet?"
"What about on the mission? Did you eat or drink anything on the planet that you didn't bring from earth?" she asked obviously avoiding the question.
"No" he sighed "considering the working situation...? Considering she'd been sick..? Considering she's been pushing herself..?"
"Daniel, she's stressed. It's normal considering she's stressed" Janet snapped "now; have you felt sick or weak at all? Any fatigue or nausea? Ache's or pains? Increased or decreased sexual activity? Behavioral or emotional changes you find unusual?"
"No, I'm fine! Nothings changed since the last check up" Daniel snapped back
"Calm down Daniel" Janet ordered picking up the Morphine
"Tell me what's going on!" he demanded testing her as he stood up and grabbed the arm holding the morphine and held it out to the side as he gripped her collar. Daniel saw panic flicker across her features as she stared up at him. He saw this and his hands shot back as he stepped back from her. "Janet I…"
"You can go now" she told him sternly as she placed the morphine back on the tray.
"Uh…" he stuttered watching her in shock
"We're done Daniel" she ordered, her hands shaking as she tucked them into her lab coat pockets. Daniel reached over to place his hand on her shoulder comfortingly but she pulled back, dropping her head down.
"Just go"
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