Stargate SG-1: When We Dream, 2/5
Original post date: March 6, 2007.
Title: On My Way
Author: Lhinneill
Summary: Daniel was the first to clear the event horizon, supporting a wounded Teal’c as well as he could...
Rating: PG
Length: About 1300 words.
Category: General
Pairing: Team, implied Sam/Jack
Fandom: Stargate SG-1
Spoilers: Set sometime in season 10 before The Quest, but there aren’t any real spoilers.
Author's Note: Written for fic101, prompt #31, desk.
Got Pants? | Chapter 1/5
On My Way
--- 24 hours earlier ---
Daniel was the first to clear the event horizon, supporting a wounded Teal'c as well as he could. The Jaffa was bleeding from multiple shrapnel wounds on his left side and leg, and his right arm was broken. Daniel was no doctor, but he guessed the bones had been shattered.
A team of medics in hazmat suits were waiting at the bottom of the ramp. Until they knew the nature of the explosion in the labs back on PY8-C56, General Landry couldn’t risk contamination of the SGC.
The event horizon rippled three times in quick succession as the remaining members of SG-1 returned to earth. Mitchell and Vala supported an unconscious Sam between them. As soon as they had cleared the wormhole, the iris slammed shut behind them. Daniel left Teal'c in the capable care of the medics and rushed to help Cam and Vala lower their comatose teammate to the ramp. More medics in hazmat suits followed close behind.
"Excuse me, sir," a medic said, laying a hand on Mitchell's shoulder.
Mitchell started to protest, but the medic’s grip was firm. He sighed and the three reluctantly moved back to give the medics space to work.
Unlike Teal'c, Sam didn't have a scratch on her. Teal'c said she'd set off some kind of explosion that had thrown him back and crushed his arm, but there had been no visible effect on her. Well, aside from the coma she'd slipped into. Daniel still hadn't gotten the full story on how that had happened. By the time the other three teammates had made it to the lab, Teal'c had passed out and Sam wasn't moving. Mitchell had radioed the SGC to inform them of the situation while Vala and Daniel had performed emergency first aid on their friends.
"Dr. Jackson?" A young airman in a hazmat suit touched Daniel's shoulder, pulling him from his thoughts. "Time for decontamination, sir."
Daniel nodded. "I'm coming."
---
It took well over an hour for the decontamination team to finish their tiring routine. When they finally let him go, Daniel started for the isolation room to check on Sam, only to be apprehended by one of the on duty doctors. It took another 40 minutes for the doctor to finish a very thorough examination. By the time he was released, Daniel was ready to strangle the next white-coated person he saw.
He didn't make it far before Dr. Lam ambushed him. Unaware of the archaeologist's mood, she planted herself in his path and held out a hand to stop him. "You should be resting, Dr. Jackson."
Daniel sighed impatiently. "I'm fine. I just want to check on Sam."
"I'm sorry. You can't see her right now," Dr. Lam insisted.
Daniel caught the flicker of understanding in her eyes, but it didn’t change his mind. "I won't stay long, Doctor. I just--"
"No," she firmly asserted. "You should go clean up and rest. You could use a shower...” Dr. Lam broke off, sighing. “It’ll help you feel better. And get some sleep, Daniel. You can see her in the morning, Daniel.”
Daniel tucked his chin close to his chest and let his eyes slide closed. Yes he was tired, but there was no way he would get any sleep until he knew his teammate was going to be okay. That was the way the team worked. When one of them was down, they all felt it. As it was now, the team had two out of the game. No, there would be no sleeping tonight.
"Dr. Jackson?"
Daniel sighed. "Okay. Just let me know if anything changes."
"I will," the doctor promised. She started for her office, but Daniel caught her arm as she walked past. "What about Teal'c?"
"Teal'c will be fine. You can see him once you get some rest."
There it was again. Didn't she know he had to see them?
She must have recognized the look in his eyes. Sighing, she shook her head. "Fine. You can see Teal'c, but only for a moment. Deal?"
He nodded. "Thank you."
She gave him a don't-thank-me-yet look. He half expected her to give him another reminder to shower and rest. She didn't. Instead, she started for a curtained-off space in the back corner of the infirmary. Evidently they had decided Teal'c wasn't infected with anything threatening and moved him from isolation. That, at least, was good news.
Dr. Lam reached up and drew back the curtain. "Two minutes."
Daniel nodded and moved past her. At the sound of their voices, Teal'c stirred and opened his eyes. Daniel thought he looked better. "Hey, Teal'c," Daniel greeted with a smile. "How are you feeling?"
"I will recover," the Jaffa assured, dipping his head in a minute nod. "How is ColonelCarter?"
The smile faded, and Daniel glanced back at Dr. Lam. She frowned and shook her head.
"I don't know," Daniel replied honestly. He met Teal'c's gaze. If he hadn't known the Jaffa so well, he would have missed the look of self-recrimination in his friend's eyes. "Teal'c - it's not your fault."
In all the years he had known Teal'c, Daniel had never been disappointed by his friend. He'd witnessed the man's strong sense of duty towards each member of the team. From the beginning, Teal'c had taken it upon himself to protect them, just like any big brother would. While the archaeologist appreciated his friend's protectiveness, he knew how hard Teal'c was on himself whenever he believed he'd failed. Frowning in concern, he reached out and gave his friend's shoulder a gentle squeeze.
Dr. Lam stepped closer and touched Daniel's right elbow. He glanced back questioningly.
"Time's up, Dr. Jackson."
Daniel sighed. He gave Teal'c's shoulder a final pat and stepped back. "I'll see you in the morning."
---
Jack pushed his chair back from the desk and ran his fingers through his hair. A thoughtful frown touched his face. He'd forgotten to stop by the barber's again, hadn't he? He measured the strands with his fingers and leaned forward to peer at his reflection in the glass of a picture on his desk. Yep. He was starting to look decidedly shaggy. Sighing, he dropped his hands to the desk and scooted the chair forward. The hair would have to wait. He still had a stack of paperwork demanding his attention. And then there was the letter he'd been meaning to finish for the past month.
The thought deepened his frown and brought another sigh. Yeah, he needed to finish that letter. He'd already put it off far too long.
Resignedly, he reached for his favorite pen and then dug a paper with official USAF letterhead from a stack to his left. He poised the pen beneath the first line he'd already written, took a breath, and...
The phone rang.
Jack glared at it for a moment. Didn't they know he was busy?
It rang again.
Who would be calling this late anyway?
At the third ring, Jack reached for the phone with his free hand. "Hello?"
"Hey, Jack."
Jack sat up straighter. Well, that was a familiar voice. "Daniel."
"I called your apartment. You weren't home."
"No, I wasn't."
There was a pause.
"How you doin'?"
"Fine, Jack."
"That's...good."
Daniel sighed. "Jack."
"Daniel?"
"We ran into trouble offworld..."
Damn it. Jack scooted forward in his chair. "Carter? Teal’c?"
"They both got caught in an explosion. Teal'c's okay, but Sam's been out for...quite a while. Dr. Lam doesn't know what's wrong yet."
Jack glanced at his wristwatch. 2248. Too late to requisition a military plane, especially for personal reasons. He would have try for a commercial flight. He started to page his secretary, Caitlin, but remembered he'd sent her home an hour before. He would have to schedule his own flight.
"Jack?"
"Yeah, Daniel. I'm on my way."
Title: On My Way
Author: Lhinneill
Summary: Daniel was the first to clear the event horizon, supporting a wounded Teal’c as well as he could...
Rating: PG
Length: About 1300 words.
Category: General
Pairing: Team, implied Sam/Jack
Fandom: Stargate SG-1
Spoilers: Set sometime in season 10 before The Quest, but there aren’t any real spoilers.
Author's Note: Written for fic101, prompt #31, desk.
Got Pants? | Chapter 1/5
On My Way
--- 24 hours earlier ---
Daniel was the first to clear the event horizon, supporting a wounded Teal'c as well as he could. The Jaffa was bleeding from multiple shrapnel wounds on his left side and leg, and his right arm was broken. Daniel was no doctor, but he guessed the bones had been shattered.
A team of medics in hazmat suits were waiting at the bottom of the ramp. Until they knew the nature of the explosion in the labs back on PY8-C56, General Landry couldn’t risk contamination of the SGC.
The event horizon rippled three times in quick succession as the remaining members of SG-1 returned to earth. Mitchell and Vala supported an unconscious Sam between them. As soon as they had cleared the wormhole, the iris slammed shut behind them. Daniel left Teal'c in the capable care of the medics and rushed to help Cam and Vala lower their comatose teammate to the ramp. More medics in hazmat suits followed close behind.
"Excuse me, sir," a medic said, laying a hand on Mitchell's shoulder.
Mitchell started to protest, but the medic’s grip was firm. He sighed and the three reluctantly moved back to give the medics space to work.
Unlike Teal'c, Sam didn't have a scratch on her. Teal'c said she'd set off some kind of explosion that had thrown him back and crushed his arm, but there had been no visible effect on her. Well, aside from the coma she'd slipped into. Daniel still hadn't gotten the full story on how that had happened. By the time the other three teammates had made it to the lab, Teal'c had passed out and Sam wasn't moving. Mitchell had radioed the SGC to inform them of the situation while Vala and Daniel had performed emergency first aid on their friends.
"Dr. Jackson?" A young airman in a hazmat suit touched Daniel's shoulder, pulling him from his thoughts. "Time for decontamination, sir."
Daniel nodded. "I'm coming."
---
It took well over an hour for the decontamination team to finish their tiring routine. When they finally let him go, Daniel started for the isolation room to check on Sam, only to be apprehended by one of the on duty doctors. It took another 40 minutes for the doctor to finish a very thorough examination. By the time he was released, Daniel was ready to strangle the next white-coated person he saw.
He didn't make it far before Dr. Lam ambushed him. Unaware of the archaeologist's mood, she planted herself in his path and held out a hand to stop him. "You should be resting, Dr. Jackson."
Daniel sighed impatiently. "I'm fine. I just want to check on Sam."
"I'm sorry. You can't see her right now," Dr. Lam insisted.
Daniel caught the flicker of understanding in her eyes, but it didn’t change his mind. "I won't stay long, Doctor. I just--"
"No," she firmly asserted. "You should go clean up and rest. You could use a shower...” Dr. Lam broke off, sighing. “It’ll help you feel better. And get some sleep, Daniel. You can see her in the morning, Daniel.”
Daniel tucked his chin close to his chest and let his eyes slide closed. Yes he was tired, but there was no way he would get any sleep until he knew his teammate was going to be okay. That was the way the team worked. When one of them was down, they all felt it. As it was now, the team had two out of the game. No, there would be no sleeping tonight.
"Dr. Jackson?"
Daniel sighed. "Okay. Just let me know if anything changes."
"I will," the doctor promised. She started for her office, but Daniel caught her arm as she walked past. "What about Teal'c?"
"Teal'c will be fine. You can see him once you get some rest."
There it was again. Didn't she know he had to see them?
She must have recognized the look in his eyes. Sighing, she shook her head. "Fine. You can see Teal'c, but only for a moment. Deal?"
He nodded. "Thank you."
She gave him a don't-thank-me-yet look. He half expected her to give him another reminder to shower and rest. She didn't. Instead, she started for a curtained-off space in the back corner of the infirmary. Evidently they had decided Teal'c wasn't infected with anything threatening and moved him from isolation. That, at least, was good news.
Dr. Lam reached up and drew back the curtain. "Two minutes."
Daniel nodded and moved past her. At the sound of their voices, Teal'c stirred and opened his eyes. Daniel thought he looked better. "Hey, Teal'c," Daniel greeted with a smile. "How are you feeling?"
"I will recover," the Jaffa assured, dipping his head in a minute nod. "How is ColonelCarter?"
The smile faded, and Daniel glanced back at Dr. Lam. She frowned and shook her head.
"I don't know," Daniel replied honestly. He met Teal'c's gaze. If he hadn't known the Jaffa so well, he would have missed the look of self-recrimination in his friend's eyes. "Teal'c - it's not your fault."
In all the years he had known Teal'c, Daniel had never been disappointed by his friend. He'd witnessed the man's strong sense of duty towards each member of the team. From the beginning, Teal'c had taken it upon himself to protect them, just like any big brother would. While the archaeologist appreciated his friend's protectiveness, he knew how hard Teal'c was on himself whenever he believed he'd failed. Frowning in concern, he reached out and gave his friend's shoulder a gentle squeeze.
Dr. Lam stepped closer and touched Daniel's right elbow. He glanced back questioningly.
"Time's up, Dr. Jackson."
Daniel sighed. He gave Teal'c's shoulder a final pat and stepped back. "I'll see you in the morning."
---
Jack pushed his chair back from the desk and ran his fingers through his hair. A thoughtful frown touched his face. He'd forgotten to stop by the barber's again, hadn't he? He measured the strands with his fingers and leaned forward to peer at his reflection in the glass of a picture on his desk. Yep. He was starting to look decidedly shaggy. Sighing, he dropped his hands to the desk and scooted the chair forward. The hair would have to wait. He still had a stack of paperwork demanding his attention. And then there was the letter he'd been meaning to finish for the past month.
The thought deepened his frown and brought another sigh. Yeah, he needed to finish that letter. He'd already put it off far too long.
Resignedly, he reached for his favorite pen and then dug a paper with official USAF letterhead from a stack to his left. He poised the pen beneath the first line he'd already written, took a breath, and...
The phone rang.
Jack glared at it for a moment. Didn't they know he was busy?
It rang again.
Who would be calling this late anyway?
At the third ring, Jack reached for the phone with his free hand. "Hello?"
"Hey, Jack."
Jack sat up straighter. Well, that was a familiar voice. "Daniel."
"I called your apartment. You weren't home."
"No, I wasn't."
There was a pause.
"How you doin'?"
"Fine, Jack."
"That's...good."
Daniel sighed. "Jack."
"Daniel?"
"We ran into trouble offworld..."
Damn it. Jack scooted forward in his chair. "Carter? Teal’c?"
"They both got caught in an explosion. Teal'c's okay, but Sam's been out for...quite a while. Dr. Lam doesn't know what's wrong yet."
Jack glanced at his wristwatch. 2248. Too late to requisition a military plane, especially for personal reasons. He would have try for a commercial flight. He started to page his secretary, Caitlin, but remembered he'd sent her home an hour before. He would have to schedule his own flight.
"Jack?"
"Yeah, Daniel. I'm on my way."