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I was wondering when I finish this one, should I consider writing a prequel to show how Janet and Sam's became a couple? I have been asked about it, but I'm unsure I could do it justice using it as flashbacks as they recover from their ordeal. (Though I plan on using some of it…)

Chapter 4

After General O'Neill left the room, Doctor Franklin turned to Janet's chief nurse Captain Abby Walker, and General O'Neill's wife Sarah. "Well, ladies, let's get them assessed and then we'll transport them to the Mountain for further evals, and testing."

Since she reconnected with her husband, Sarah O'Neill had been cleared by SGC security and had been informed about the true mission of the SGC. Although she had been offered a full time position in the infirmary, Sarah still preferred her position at the Academy Hospital, but had been "volunteered" to "help out" upon several occasions when the base had been overrun with refugees or traumas.

"Abby, you take Janet, and Sarah, you take Sam. Check their vital signs, and then I want to assess Janet first," Althea ordered. Janet has still not completely stopped crying since they had arrived on the scene. I've never seen her like this. I'm afraid I'm going to have to sedate her before we even get started, she thought to herself as she mentally planned her next steps.

However, all planning was thrown out the window as they approached their patients, for Sam looked up and said, "You're going to need to get Major Thompson. She's going to need to process us for evidence before you can medically assess us."

"Sam, let us assess both of you and then we can see what needs to be done next," Althea tried to reason, but stopped speaking after taking in the stubborn set to the blonde soldier's jaw.

"Captain Franklin, I understand where you are coming from but that was an order. With whom I killed, if we don't do this now and do this right, a lot of shit will rain down the SGC, and Dr. Fraiser and I in particular," Sam said forcefully as she tried to corral her emotions and shove them back in their box til she could deal with them later when she was alone. For now she must be brave, and be the perfect soldier for Janet. Turning her gaze back to Althea, she added, "Al, this could be real bad is we can't prove to the cops that he did this - all of this - and that I had no other choice but to put him down."

Seeing the logic in her patient's words, even if she didn't like it it one bit, she walked over to the doors and opened them slightly before speaking to Teal'c. She saw Colonel Mitchell standing there as well. "Teal'c, I need you to get Major Thompson, and tell her I need her assistance ASAP, please."

"Of course, Dr. Franklin," he said with a bow of his head.

Before he could step away, Mitchell held up his hand to stop him. "Teal'c, stay here on guard. I'll get Thompson," he ordered before he charged up the stairs. All this standing around and waiting was beginning to get on his nerves, and Cam needed to do something even if it was only running and fetching.

After closing the doors, the young doctor turned back to temporary staff. "We are going to need some clothes for them to change into once Thompson is done."

Sarah volunteered a suggestion. "I could go upstairs and ask Thompson to get them some clothes before she comes down here."

A quiet voice from the couch interrupted them. "Cassie finished the laundry this afternoon before she went to Janice's, but her email said she hadn't had enough time to get all of it upstairs and put away. You should be able to find us something in the laundry room," Sam told them.

"I know where that is. I'll go get them some sweats or something, and some thick socks," she suggested to her blonde friend, and Sam nodded her agreement.

As Sarah was leaving, Major Thompson, and Lt. Amy Parker entered the room. "Doctor Franklin, you sent for us?"

"Actually, I insisted you come and processed us and what's left of our clothing before the Doctor examines us, Major," Sam said by way of explanation to the redheaded officer. By now, Janet was down to hiccupping sniffles and occasional full body shivers, and Sam hoped she would be up for this. Taking a deep breath, Sam began. "Major, the dead man upstairs is Denver Police Detective Pete Shanahan. Both Dr. Fraiser and I were beaten by that man," and she said "man" in disgust. "The blood on my face and shirt is mainly his. I bite his tongue when he tried to French kiss me. My face was struck by the hand he held his gun in. He also struck the back of my head with something hard enough to knock me out for several minutes." As she was speaking, both Parker and Thompson were taking notes. "When I awoke I found my hands secured behind my back by handcuffs, and my legs were secured to the legs of the chair by ropes. He unbuttoned my shirt, and with these buttons you might be able to find his prints. He also unhooked my bra and unsnapped and unzipped my jeans. Although he never got to the point of penetration, he molested and pinched my breasts."

Lt. Parker couldn't believe how calm Colonel Carter appeared to be as she related the facts of her attack. It might be the shock talking but Amy doubted it, for Carter had a reputation of remaining completely calm under the worse types of pressure. The base grapevine was full of stories about never seeing her sweat. If it were her, Amy knew that she would be a blubbering idiot, who would be lucky to remember her name, and would have never had the presence of mind to tell the physicians examining her that someone needed to collect what evidence that could be found first. She just wasn't that strong. Mentally shaking herself, Amy got her feelings under control and her mind back into the game.

At that moment there was a gentle knock before the doors parted just enough for Sarah O'Neill to slip back into the room. At the stern look from Thompson, she explained. "I got some clothes for them to change into once you're done." At the even stormier look on Major Thompson's face, she quickly added, "I got the clothes from the laundry room, which is by the garage."

Katie sighed in relief. When she saw the returning Mrs. O'Neill and the clothes she carried, Katie's first instinct was that someone had allowed her to contaminate the primary crime scene… and if that'd had happened, she would've had to kill Dr. Roberts and hide the body since she had left him in charge of the scene until she got back.

Within minutes of stepping into the bedroom upstairs, Thompson knew that it had all the making of a real disaster. Before she even thought about the victims and what evidence that might be on them, Sam had insisted that CSI techs get to carry out the first assessment of the couple and their clothing. "Parker, I'll do the visual assessment, and evidence collection. You're in charge of pictures. Document everything." At Amy's nod of understanding, Katie set up her kit and pulled on a fresh pair of gloves, before she stepped to the Colonel's side.

While the Major was getting set-up, Sam knew that she had to get through to her wife so that she could be assessed as well. The only sounds that Janet had made since she had removed her gag were to cry or sob. Gently, she turned Janet's face until they made eye contact. What she saw made her heart ache. Fear and sadness filled her wife's face. "Jan baby, we have got to let Katie check us for evidence, and then Al will do our medical checks. Afterwards, they'll transport us to the base. We know everyone in this room, and we are safe. Teal'c's just outside on guard duty, and Mitchell's out there as well. Other members of the SGC are here, and they are protecting us. HE IS DEAD, sweetheart," she told her emphatically. "He is dead," she repeated, "and he can never hurt us again. I promise."

Slowly, her wife's words seemed to penetrate the fog that had filled Janet's mind since that gunshot rang out. Janet had been so sure that Sam was dead after that bastard fired, for Sam hadn't move or answered her when she yelled for her, that she just wanted to be dead as well. The next thing she vaguely remembered was being held securely in Sam's arms, and being carried down their stairs, but she had really thought it was just a figment of her imagination. By then a flood of emotions kept swamping her each time she tried to separate reality from fantasy. It wasn't until she looked into Sam's beautiful sky blue eyes again that she began to believe that she might just still be alive.

Turning her head to look around the room, she now saw Al, Abby, Sarah, Katie, and a young female tech whose name she could not remember. Looking back at Sam, she whispered, "Where's the General?"

Sam shook her head. "I don't know," and looked to Sarah in question.

"Janet, he went back to the Mountain. He needed to call Hammond. Daniel and Vala went to tell Cassie," she added. Seeing the fear flaring in Janet's eyes, Sarah hurried on, "…and then they are taking her to the Mountain. She will meet you there."

Janet looked back at Sam, and Sam nodded that she knew about Daniel and Vala getting Cassie. The petite doctor sighed in relief. She didn't want her daughter in their house right now, but she didn't want her to be alone when she found out either. Looking back at the Major, she nodded her agreement with Sam's assessment, and whispered, "Let's get this over with." Looking deep into Sam's blue eyes, she began to speak. This way she could block everyone else in the room out and pretend that she was only talking to the love of her life. "Sam called me to let me know that she was finally on her way home. Cassie was spending the night at the Morrisons' for a sleepover and then tomorrow… now later today… they were going up to the lake for the weekend. You sounded so tired after the flustering day you'd had. I came down from the bedroom so that I could pull out the fruit and cheese tray I had gotten at the market, and open the Merlot so that it could breathe a little before we poured it. I'd also planned on going outside to restart the hot tub. I'd used it earlier so I knew it wouldn't be too cold yet. Before that could happen, I felt the presence of somebody behind me. Before I could react strong arms surrounded me, and a funky smelling cloth was firmly pressed over my mouth and nose. Reacting like you and Teal'c had taught me, I began to fight back: a swift elbow to the ribs, and a sharp kick to his shin since I couldn't get my leg high enough to get a kick at his crotch. But I had breathed in too much chloroform and it finally overwhelmed me.

"When I awoke, I found myself tied spread-eagle on the bed…" she couldn't bring herself to say "our" bed for it would never be that again. "I was gagged by my own underwear. He had torn my nightgown up the middle and it was just barely hanging on my arms. He was kneeling over me. He told me he wouldn't lower himself to rape me, but he could still have fun. He then began to raining punches down on my abdomen till I nearly passed out from the pain. When I was able to realize what was going on again I found that bastard kneeling between my legs while masturbating, and then… and then he ejaculated all over me." She shivered in disgust, and had to swallow several times to get back down the bile that had risen as she spoke. After several deep breaths she was able to continue. "I heard you arrive, sweetheart, and call out for me. I wanted to warn her, God, I wanted to warn you, but he told me that he would kill you if I did."

Sam smile slightly in understanding, and hugged her wife a little tighter for she knew there was nothing Janet could have done to stop this. Nothing.

"When you came into the room, he struck you on the back of the head with the butt of his gun. You were out about ten minutes." The longest ten minutes in her life, Janet thought to herself. "He secured her to a chair. After she awoke, he paid more attention to Sam than me." She sighed in relief as she finished. She knew this would hardly be the last time she would have to tell this story, but she was glad she was able to do it the first time while being held securely in her wife's arms.

After the two officers finished talking, Major Thompson prepared the area in front the couch for their assessment. Katie cleared her throat and then asked, "Colonel, if you can, I need you stand on this paper sheet."

After receiving a nod from Janet, Sam slowly released her hold on the petite physician, and helped her to slide off of her lap and onto the couch. While grimacing in pain, the blonde physicist slowly stood. When she began to weave back and forth as she tried to fight off her dizziness and nausea, Katie grabbed her arm and helped her to stay upright. Quickly, but methodically, she obtained the samples she needed, and then helped Sam out of her clothes. After helping her to sit back down, Katie folded up the paper sheet, and then bagged it and tagged it… just as each item obtained had been.

In the meantime, Al and Sarah rapidly moved in and began to assess the blonde physicist.

After changing her gloves, Katie turned to Janet next, and held out her hand to help her to stand. With all the pain she could see etched on the "hard as nail" physician's face, Katie was truly unsure if she would be able to stand after all. She noticed that Abby had also donned a pair of gloves before moving to stand on the other side of the petite doctor.

As soon as Janet tried to straighten to full height, she cried out in pain. Katie and Abby stepped in to steady her as they lowered her back to the couch. Quickly, Katie removed the shredded nightgown, scrapped her fingernails, and swabbed different areas that looked to be dried body fluids while Amy snapped photographs of the multiple bruises and abrasions. As soon as Katie stepped out of the way, she was replaced by Dr. Franklin, who began to assess Janet's abdomen.

Looking over her shoulder at Sarah she ordered, "Get the stretchers in here. We need to get them to the Mountain ASAP."

Grasping Althea's hand, Janet squeezed it until she had the young's attention. "Your assessment," she ordered.

Sighing, Althea thought to herself, Two things I hate: treating doctors, and treating friends… and Janet's both. Meeting her boss' eyes, she replied, "I think that bastard has at least bruised your spleen, but I am afraid it might be leaking."

Moaning in pain, Janet had to agree. No matter how much she wanted a shower to wash that bastard off of her skin, a shower just might kill her. "I also think I have a couple of ribs either bruised or broken on the right side. It's been getting harder to breathe since I stood up."

Moving as quickly and as painlessly as possible, Abby pulled a long, button-up sleep shirt around Janet and rapidly buttoned the shirt closed to cover up the important parts before the Corpsmen arrived. The dark blonde-haired nurse covered her legs with a cotton throw that Sarah had found in the laundry room as well.

Janet smiled her thanks to Abby before turning her attention back to her wife. The petite doctor became even more concerned for Sam when she didn't resist all the help being offered as she got onto the stretcher. With moments the Corpsmen were back for her, but when she tried to move, it just hurt too much and she involuntarily cried out in pain.

The next thing Janet knew was that Teal'c was in the room. He gently scooped her up into his arms like he would a small child, before he carefully laid her onto the stretcher. Turning his gazed towards the Corpsmen, he growled, "Be careful."

Speechless and more than a little intimidated, both men nodded rapidly before they slowly rolled the stretcher out of the room, and then out of the house.

A second crisis occurred when Janet realized they were going to be transported in separate ambulances, but as Althea pointed out to her boss they needed the extra room to be able to work quickly and efficiently. Finally, Janet reluctantly agreed.

After giving orders to Sarah for Sam, Althea elected to ride with Janet. With Abby's help, they were able to get oxygen mask applied to her face, EKG monitoring equipment connected to her chest, and a couple IV's started in her arms. When Janet wasn't looking, Althea gave her 4 mg of Morphine and 1 mg of Ativan by IV. She knew her boss would kill her when she was feeling better, but she would just have to risk it for she hated to see her in so much pain.

Leaning close, she whispered in her ear, "Boss, as soon as humanly possible, we'll get you cleaned up. I know you want a shower and if I could I would let you have it. But until we know what is going on in your abdomen, I just can't risk it."

Squeezing her friend's hand, Janet agreed. "I understand, I really do, but I can still smell him and feel him on my skin." She shivered as her feeling of revulsion raised its ugly head. She took several deep breaths to get it back under control. "And when I feel better I'm going kick your ass for knocking me out," she said as she drifted off.

Returning the squeeze to her friend's hand, the young doctor whispered, "You'll have to catch me first, boss." With tears in her eyes, she looked at Abby, and ordered, "As soon as possible I want to get her washed from head to foot, and then I want to do a GYN exam. I don't trust that bastard. He could have raped her while she was knocked out."

Grimly, Abby nodded her understanding and agreement.

~*~

In Sam's ambulance, Sarah swiftly carried out Dr. Franklin's orders as she got a nasal cannula, and EKG machine attached to her friend and patient. When the ambulance stopped at a red light, she quickly started two IV's. Before Sam could protest, she gave her 1 mg Morphine, and ¼ mg of Ativan IV. Since Jolinar, Sam and medications didn't mix well. Some medications she was overly sensitive to, some medications didn't work at all for her, and some medications caused severe adverse reactions. With the blow to the head and the definite concussion, Dr. Franklin had ordered just enough medication to take the edge off.

By the time the ambulances arrived at the Mountain, both patients were dozing quietly.

TBC…

Well, let me know what you think. It will probably be next Sunday before I post again. Was too sick this week to keep up with my writing.

Have a good week…