When she got to the farm the barn was lit and the house was dark. A shaft of light was coming through the barn roof. Sam dropped the bike and headed for the barn. There was a pile of wood, including a large crossbeam on the floor of the barn. Part of the roof had fallen in and O'Neill was under it all. She started moving debris off of him.

"Sam?"

The sound of her name surprised her. "I'm here."

"It was so loud. I think it was a tornado."

"I'll get you out of here in a minute."

"You can't lift this." He patted his hand on the crossbeam that was lying on his chest.

Sam looked around. She got a rope and her pulleys. She tied the rope around the beam and used the pulleys to give her leverage. She was only able to lift the beam a couple inches but the pulleys locked as intended and she placed some wood under the beam. She released the locks and pulled the beam up a couple more inches. That was enough for her to be able to pull Jack out.

She used a cart to get him to the house. They were both soaked by the time she got him inside. She sat him in a kitchen chair and started removing his shoes and then his shirt. He had a wound on his head and his chest was already bruising. She put her hands on his chest and he gasped in pain. His ribs might be broken, which made her worry about a collapsed lung or internal bleeding.

"I'm fine."

"That's the head wound and male bravdo talking. You're clearly injured."

"Head wound?"

"You have a big lump and a cut."

"Oh."

"I'm going to get the first aid kit. Stay where you are."

"Ok."

When Sam returned from the bathroom Jack was trying to stand up. "I told you to stay put."

"You did?"

Well that confirmed the head injury theory. "Yes, now stay sitting so I can wrap your ribs and clean up that cut."

"Ok." He sat back down and grimaced as he hit the chair.

She gave him some gauze and had him hold it to the cut on his head as she turned on some lights. She wrapped his ribs first and then she cleaned the cut and closed the wound with steri strips. She helped him up and walked him to his bedroom. She unbuckled his pants and let them slide down before he sat on the bed. She pulled the pants off and took off his socks while she was at it. She piled up some pillows and helped him sit back. She got out an oxycotin and brought it to him with a glass of water.

"Take this and try to rest."

"Where are you going?"

"The barn. I need to check on the animals."

"We have animals?"

"We do. Now rest. I'll be back in a few minutes."

"Ok."

Sam went back out to the barn and was surprised to find that the animals were all fine. Most of the damage was over Jack's workbench not the stalls. Once she knew all the animals were secured for the night she went back to the house.

Jack was asleep so she took off her wet clothes, picked up his wet clothes and hung them up to dry. She washed off in the sink and came back to check on him. His bruising was still getting worse. She knew it might take a couple hours to see the full range of his injuries. His breathing was shallow but steady and it sounded even on both sides so it looked like he had escaped a collapsed lung but she was still worried about internal bleeding and a concussion.

She gave him about another twenty minutes to sleep and then she touched the side of his face. "It's time to wake up." He didn't move. She rubbed his shoulder. "I need you to wake up for me."

"Sam." Hearing her name again was a shock.

"Yep, it's me."

"I have a headache."

"I bet you do. You probably have a concussion."

"Why?"

"You were under a big beam that fell in the barn."

"Barn? Why was I in a barn?"

"I think you were taking care of the animals."

"Animals?"

"It's a long story but for now you can go back to sleep."

"Where are you going to be?"

"Right here."

"Good. I like that." He closed his eyes again. Sam set an alarm to wake them both in two hours. She curled up beside him and watched him sleep. She had just dozed off when the alarm rang. She sat up and looked at him. His face was pale and his muscles were slack. She pulled back the covers and checked his abdomen. There were some small bruises. She pressed on his lower abdomen and it felt normal. She decided to leave his chest alone since it was wrapped. His head wound wasn't bleeding any more but the knot was larger than a golf ball.

"It's time to wake up again." She shook him gently. He moaned a little but didn't wake up.

"Wakey wakey." She sang it in his ear but still got no response.

She got a wet washcloth and came back into the room. She placed the wet cloth across his forehead. She groaned. She moved it to his neck and he reached towards it.

"Hello. How are you feeling?"

"Cold and wet."

Sam removed the wash cloth. "Sorry. I needed to wake you up."

"How about try wake up next time."

"I'd been there and did that. Talk to me for a few minutes and you might earn some more pain medicine."

"So how did a smoking hot babe like you end up in a gin joint like this?"

"Gin joint?"

"Yeah, no really, where are we?"

"We're home."

He looked around the room. "Home?"

"Our new home, Uraba. We've been here for almost ten months."

"That's a long time. Why don't I remember?"

"You hit your head."

"Oh."

"What is the last thing you do remember?"

He squinted. "Jello. We were eating jello with Jackson."

"Ok." That told her next to nothing about how much of his memory he had lost.

"Can we have jello again soon?"

"We haven't found anything jello-like here but I'll keep my eyes open."

"Your eyes are so beautiful. They are so blue and shiny."

She sucked in her breath. "Thank you." She so wished it wasn't his head wound talking.

"How about I get you something to drink?"

"Ok." He smiled.

She went to the kitchen and poured him a glass of milk. By the time she got back to the bedroom he was asleep. She put the glass of milk back into the refrigerator. She reset the alarm, curled up next to him again, and went back to sleep.

Two hours later Sam woke him again. It took several tries to wake him but she didn't have to resort to cold water.

"Hey there." She smiled at him as his eyes open.

"Hey. My head is killing me." He started to sit up and groaned. He grabbed for his ribs. "Awwww."

"I think your ribs are broken."

"Pretty damn sure you got that one right. Dang it." He lay back on the pillows.

"Would you like some more pain medicine?"

He sighed. "In a minute. What happened?"

"You were in the barn when part of the roof fell in. A crossbeam fell on you."

"That sounds bad."

"It looked pretty bad but you're doing fairly well considering."

"I don't feel like I'm doing fairly well."

"I meant compared to how bad it could have been."

"If you say so."

"How about you stay awake long enough this time to drink a little milk. I'll be right back."

"This time?"

"Yeah, we've done this a couple times already tonight." She rolled off the bed and went to the kitchen. She was pleased that he was awake when she same back. He took the drink and winced as he lifted it to his lips.

"Do you need some help?"

"I got it." He took another sip.

"I'm going to poke on your belly a bit. Let me know if it hurts."

"Why?"

"I want to be sure you don't have any internal bleeding."

"How would poking me tell you that?"

"If your belly gets rigid or you're in a lot of pain you might have internal bleeding."

"Oh. Did you ever poke someone on facebook?"

She pushed on his lower right abdomen. "You know about facebook pokes?"

"Well duh."

She pushed on his lower left abdomen. She moved up and around his upper abdomen and was satisfied that everything still felt fine.

"I think I poked Cassie a few times but I never really understood the point of it all."

He finished his milk and handed the glass to her. As she leaned over to put the glass down he poked her in the ribs. "Poke."

She jumped in surprise, which made him laugh but his laughter was cut short by pain. He grabbed his ribs. "Ahhhhhh."

"No laughing."

"Got it." His face had paled a little as he grabbed his ribs.

"It's past time for more pain medicine if you'd like it."

"Yeah, load me up."

She took his glass, rinsed it out, filled it half way with water, and brought him a pill. He swallowed it quickly and handed her back the glass. She sat it beside his bed.

"Do you want anything else right now?"

"Can you lie back down beside me while I go to sleep?"

"Of course."

"I like waking up and seeing you there. That was always one of the perks about being off world."

Sam's head tiled to the right and she grinned, "Really?"

"You look like you're thinking even while you sleep. I suspect you never stop thinking."

"Some of my best ideas come to me at night."

He shook his head slightly. "Of course they do. My nights don't tend be that productive."

"You look peaceful when you sleep."

Sam laid down beside him so he turned his head to look in her direction. "You watch me sleep?"

"It seems only fair since you watch me."

"We really are sad." His eyes were drooping.

"Sad?"

"We watch each other sleep," He was slurring his words, "but we never talk about it." The it came out in a hiss and he was asleep again.

"You're right ,that is sad." She ran her fingers through his hair. Even here he had been keeping it short. She'd let hers grow out. She set her alarm again, curled up beside him, and fell asleep.

Two hours later the alarm rang and Sam groggily rolled over. She turned off the annoying alarm.

"I assume that means it's time to get up."

Hearing him wake up to the alarm made her happy. "Good guess."

"It's still dark outside."

"You're right. I'm sorry. You can go back to sleep."

Sam didn't set the alarm again. She knew the sun would be up soon and that would be enough to wake her. She slept well for almost three hours before the sun shining on her face roused her. She rubbed her eyes and sat up. Moving the bed was enough to make Jack moan.

"Sorry. I guess you're awake."

"I am now."

"Do you remember what happened?"

"Not so much. Can you turn down the lights a bit?"

Sam looked up at the window. The curtains were thin and up until now that hadn't been an issue. "Let me see what I can do about that." She went to their shared closet and got out a blanket. She draped it over the curtain rod. It helped make the room dimmer.

Jack opened his eyes a little. "Is the room spinning or is that me."

"I'm afraid that's you. You have quite a knot on your head. I think you have a concussion."

"Not my first. I'll be fine in a few days."

"I'll make you some breakfast."

"Just some toast. I suspect nausea is going to be an issue."

"Toast it is."

He was able to eat a whole piece of toast and take another pain pill before he fell back asleep. Sam took a shower and went out to inspect the barn. She stepped over and around the debris in the barn until she could get to the food stored in the back. She fed the animals and headed back to the house. She made herself a small breakfast and checked on Jack.

She gave him another hour then she made him a fruit smoothie and took it to the bedroom. She sat it beside the bed and sat on the edge of the bed beside him. "Time to wake up."

"Ummmmm." It was mostly a groan with a bit of a moan.

"Would you like some help getting up?"

"Getting up?"

"I figure by now you need to use the rest room."

His eye slid open."Now that you mention it I guess I do."

"I'll put my arms behind you and give you some help up. You swing your legs over the side."

He groaned as he moved. She supported him the whole time and he leaned forward once his feet were touching the floor. He took a moment to catch his breath.

"I've broken a lot of bones over the years but ribs always seem to bother me the most."

"At least with ribs you can still get a shower, broken arms and legs making showering a real pain."

"True. True. Although I think for today I'll be skipping the shower."

"Makes sense. Are you ready to stand up?"

"As ready as I can be."

Sam stood in front of him and gave him his arm. He pulled up to a bent over standing position. He couldn't straighten but he was able to hobble to the restroom, with Sam acting as a crutch. He stopped at the door.

"I'm good from here."

"You sure."

"Quite positive. If I need you I'll call."

He pushed the door behind him and grabbed for the sink. Sam closed to door. She straightened up the bed and got him a fresh glass of water to go along with his smoothie. She raced back to the bedroom when she heard the bathroom door open. She helped him back to bed. She added a couple more pillows so he could sit up more. He leaned back, closed his eyes, and groaned. There was a sheen of sweat on his forehead.

Sam sat on the edge of the bed. "I made you a smoothie."

"Thank you. What's in it?"

"The pink stuff and yellow stuff."

"Colored stuff?"

"That's what you call them. The rest of the planet called them mari and jinny berries."

"Ran out of strawberries and bananas?" He took a sip and grinned. "Not bad actually."

"These are two of your favorite berries here."

"Here is?"

"Uraba. We've been here about ten months. You were hurt when part of the barn roof fell in during a storm last night."

"How many times have you had to tell me this?"

"Only a couple."

"I hate concussions as much as I hate broken ribs."

"Reasonable but again you can still shower with a concussion."

"You're really hung up on that showering thing."

She giggled. "I guess I am."

"So we live here together?"

"Yes."

"We've made a cozy little home here, huh?"

"We're doing ok. We have good friends and our farm has been successful so far this year. After this harvest we should have enough food to make the winter."

"So this storm that took down part of the barn roof didn't hurt anything else on our farm?"

Sam's head started to race. She'd been so preoccupied with Jack that she hadn't thought about the crops. "The animals are fine but I haven't checked the fields."

"Based on the look on your face I am thinking you should do that."

"You'll be ok?"

"I'm in bed and I have a smoothie, what could go wrong?"