"That insurance money's been in the bank over six months, Sam," Janet said mildly. "And much as I love having you in the car with me more often, don't you think it's time you replaced your truck? Before the winter, hon? You know I trust you on your bikes, but the winter's nearly here. When the snow and ice come, you just won't be safe. And our ( Read more... )

"Why would you want to change your vacation?" Janet asked Sharon.

"It starts Wednesday," Sharon said.

"So?" Janet asked.

"I want to be here for you. And Sam. In case you need me. The sarcophagus," she said pointedly. "On Thursday."

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"So?" Sam demanded when O'Neill finally arrived at her lab. She and Janet were waiting impatiently to learn the outcome of his negotiations.
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"Hey Sharon," Janet smiled as her favorite nurse came on duty. "Is everything still okay for Saturday?"

"It sure is," Sharon grinned. "We're all really looking forward to it. Mikey can't wait."
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"Hey, sweetie, you okay?" Janet looked over at Sam as she buckled herself into the passenger seat in the car.

"I'm okay," Sam sounded just a bit too cheerful to Janet's ears.

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Janet hadn't realized how tired she was until she awoke four hours later, Sam's warm arm still wrapped tightly round her waist. She looked over at Sam and noticed that she was awake. Sam reached out with her other hand, and ran it gently through Janet's hair.

"Hey," Janet said softly.
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After about 15 minutes, Janet realized that Sam had fallen to sleep. She slid out from underneath her, still holding her hand, and sat at her bedside.
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O'Neill quietly let himself into Sam's room at 0700hrs the next morning. He had hoped to see Janet sleeping, but the small medic was seated by Sam's head, holding her hand between her own, and just staring into her lover's face.

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Sam drifted in and out of consciousness, as Janet held her in her arms. Her breathing seemed worse if anything, and her fever continued to rise. "102.9," Janet whispered to Sharon, who had insisted on staying with her two friends. "She's getting worse."

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"We should call Ella," Janet said, as she sat in the helicopter, holding Sam's clammy hand. "Tell her we found her."

"Is her number in your phone?" Sharon asked, as she reached into her friend's pocket.

Janet nodded.

"I'll call," Sharon said, as she flicked the phone open.

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