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femslash_fluffTitle: Don’t Cry for Me
Author: kimly
Challenge: [53] Sam/Janet, infirmary, Kleenex
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ncruuk
Fandom: SG-1
Rating: PG
Word Count: 1,330-ish
Disclaimer: Don't own, don't profit, only fluff
Spoilers: None – but Heroes never happened in my playground
Janet walked out of the operating theater pulling off her surgical gloves. The mask was already off her face and bunched under her chin. Holding the latex in one hand, she ran the other across the back of her neck trying to loosen the tight muscles but really only succeeding in getting a damn sweaty hand in the process.
An emergency appendectomy had forced her back to the base at the ungodly hour of 3:15am. At least it wasn’t anything more serious. The Marine was being transferred to recovery so she would make one quick sweep of the ward and then head to her quarters for a few more hours sleep before pre-mission physicals for SG-7 at 0930.
Pneumonia in Bed-2 was sleeping. Fever’s down, that’s good. She noted its downward progression from the chart but used the backs of her fingers across the airman’s forehead and cheek. She moved over to Staff Burns in Bed-4. She grabbed the chart and moved to the bank of monitors relaying the patient’s status. Pulse and heart rate were elevated along with the adrenal readings. Janet opened the valve on the drip containing the morphine. She reached in through the neck of her scrubs and fished a pen out of her shirt pocket to note the increase in pain meds.
The rest of the infirmary was empty except for her staff. Almost.
Janet made her way back to the isolation room across from her office just wanting to stick her head in and make sure her least favorite guest, but most favored person, was resting as ordered. She hated pulling rank. It was only her status as CMO that allowed that luxury anyway; Majors don’t tend to order Lieutenant Colonels to do anything.
But drastic steps needed to be taken.
~~~~~~
Sam hadn’t more than cat napped since SG-1 returned from retrieving yet another Tok’ra from yet another random G’ould prison. It hadn’t even been ten hours post mission when the Asgard beamed in ‘requesting’ help with some newly discovered power source which wasn’t found with an owner’s manual.
Bruised and slightly dehydrated, Lieutenant Colonel Carter sequestered herself in her lab with her new toy and promptly forgot to eat, sleep or even shower. Janet even went so far as to wonder with dark humor when Sam would demand a catheter and a colostomy bag to eliminate her need to leave her lab at all.
Janet had hinted and prodded as both a friend and a lover for Sam to take some downtime. She wasn’t even demanding Sam leave base; just a hot shower, a complete meal and a full night’s rest. After four days of broken promises, Janet arrived in Sam’s doorway flanked by two MPs.
“Lieutenant Colonel Carter,” she barked. “You can accompany me to the infirmary under your own power or be dragged there. Choose.”
“Hey, Janet,” Sam greeted distractedly, not even looking up from the current simulation she was running.
Janet stepped to the side and signaled the MPs. They gave a brisk nod and moved behind the unsuspecting officer picking her up by her arms marching her out of the room. Sam protested and struggled the whole way to the medical center. The guards deposited her on a gurney and took up positions behind.
“Okay, Janet, I get the point, I’ll take a break.” Sam truly looked contrite but the CMO wasn’t buying it.
Without even acknowledging Sam’s words, Janet produced a syringe and moved to Sam’s side.
“Hey, that’s not necessary! I said I’d take a break!” Sam went to stand up only to be forced to site again by the MPs.
“This isn’t a sedative,” Janet began. “I am going to run a panel. If the results are within normal parameters, you can go back to your lab and I’ll quit bugging you. If not, I am quarantining you. You will shower and eat a decent meal if I have to bathe you and feed you myself. Then you will be escorted to Isolation Room 3 until I believe you are fit to resume duty.”
Sam watched her blood being drawn and then handed off to a tech with very specific instruction about its priority. She held out no hope for it getting her out of the dog house. She’d have to resort to rank.
Her expression hardened as she checked under the cotton to assure she wasn’t still bleeding. Having to give a direct order to Janet while on base wasn’t something she was looking forward to doing. But the Asgard were depending on her to at a minimum give them a new direction of study.
Sam was so deep in thought she didn’t realize Janet had left her side until she noticed the doctor striding back towards her, printout in hand. Janet didn’t even give her a chance to start. “I have already briefed the General as to my plans.”
The orders were delivered crisply in such a no non-sense manner Sam almost snapped to attention. Janet instructed the MPs to wait outside before delivering her final announcement.
“I know you’re pissed at me for going over your head. But as CMO I am responsible for you as a military officer. Realize that if I followed my heart, this would have happened two days ago. That piece of equipment was undiscovered for eons. A few days, a week, hell a month is not going to affect it. But it will affect you. You don’t have eons, Sam, so I’d like to keep you healthy for as long as possible.” Janet turned on her heel and walked away. Sam was still standing at a relaxed parade rest when the MPs returned to escort her to the showers.
~~~~~~
Janet hesitated before the isolation room door. It wasn’t locked – Sam was nothing if not a consummate solder. The Lieutenant Colonel should have been asleep, but on the off chance she wasn’t, Janet felt the need to prepare herself for the fact that Sam might still be as angry as she was that first evening. It was for her own good. It was my duty to assure her continued health. Janet continued her mantra although it did nothing to alleviate her anxiety.
With a final deep breath, she turned the knob and peeked inside – amazed at the site before her. Lieutenant Colonel Samantha Carter was wide awake, sitting in the middle of the narrow bed and surrounded by dozens of kleenex flowers. Janet counted five discarded tissue boxes in the corner of the room.
“Honey? What are you doing?” Janet closed the door behind herself and wandered slowly towards her lover.
“Janet!” Sam scooped up an armful or flowers. “Look what I made you!” She cleared off a section of bed and signaled Janet to sit.
“I forced you to relax and I broke you, didn’t I, Sam.” Janet picked up a bloom and examined the intricate folds. “You’re not still mad at me I take it?”
Sam took Janet’s hands in her own and shook her head. “I got over that once I got a good night’s sleep,” Sam admitted with a sheepish smile. “It took me a while to unwind and fall asleep that first night, but I woke just before dinner the next day so evidently you were right.”
Sam scooted closer to the doctor. “I tried making paper airplanes but tissues don’t have enough structural integrity.”
Janet finally noticed a small stack of kleenex on the bedside table. “Sam, what’s that?”
“Oh. Well, they wouldn’t give me my laptop or even my notes. I stewed about that for a bit. Thought about you. Stewed some more. Realized I’d been an ass. Thought some more about you and me and various vacation themes.” Sam smiled. “And somewhere amongst all that ‘unimportant’ thinking, I think I solved the power conversion issues that had been giving me fits.”
Janet just rubbed the fingers of her right hand across her eyes and chuckled. “Is that a fact?”
“Yeah, guess I just needed a new perspective.”
“Imagine that.”
~fin~
Author: kimly
Challenge: [53] Sam/Janet, infirmary, Kleenex
Challenger:
ncruukFandom: SG-1
Rating: PG
Word Count: 1,330-ish
Disclaimer: Don't own, don't profit, only fluff
Spoilers: None – but Heroes never happened in my playground
Janet walked out of the operating theater pulling off her surgical gloves. The mask was already off her face and bunched under her chin. Holding the latex in one hand, she ran the other across the back of her neck trying to loosen the tight muscles but really only succeeding in getting a damn sweaty hand in the process.
An emergency appendectomy had forced her back to the base at the ungodly hour of 3:15am. At least it wasn’t anything more serious. The Marine was being transferred to recovery so she would make one quick sweep of the ward and then head to her quarters for a few more hours sleep before pre-mission physicals for SG-7 at 0930.
Pneumonia in Bed-2 was sleeping. Fever’s down, that’s good. She noted its downward progression from the chart but used the backs of her fingers across the airman’s forehead and cheek. She moved over to Staff Burns in Bed-4. She grabbed the chart and moved to the bank of monitors relaying the patient’s status. Pulse and heart rate were elevated along with the adrenal readings. Janet opened the valve on the drip containing the morphine. She reached in through the neck of her scrubs and fished a pen out of her shirt pocket to note the increase in pain meds.
The rest of the infirmary was empty except for her staff. Almost.
Janet made her way back to the isolation room across from her office just wanting to stick her head in and make sure her least favorite guest, but most favored person, was resting as ordered. She hated pulling rank. It was only her status as CMO that allowed that luxury anyway; Majors don’t tend to order Lieutenant Colonels to do anything.
But drastic steps needed to be taken.
~~~~~~
Sam hadn’t more than cat napped since SG-1 returned from retrieving yet another Tok’ra from yet another random G’ould prison. It hadn’t even been ten hours post mission when the Asgard beamed in ‘requesting’ help with some newly discovered power source which wasn’t found with an owner’s manual.
Bruised and slightly dehydrated, Lieutenant Colonel Carter sequestered herself in her lab with her new toy and promptly forgot to eat, sleep or even shower. Janet even went so far as to wonder with dark humor when Sam would demand a catheter and a colostomy bag to eliminate her need to leave her lab at all.
Janet had hinted and prodded as both a friend and a lover for Sam to take some downtime. She wasn’t even demanding Sam leave base; just a hot shower, a complete meal and a full night’s rest. After four days of broken promises, Janet arrived in Sam’s doorway flanked by two MPs.
“Lieutenant Colonel Carter,” she barked. “You can accompany me to the infirmary under your own power or be dragged there. Choose.”
“Hey, Janet,” Sam greeted distractedly, not even looking up from the current simulation she was running.
Janet stepped to the side and signaled the MPs. They gave a brisk nod and moved behind the unsuspecting officer picking her up by her arms marching her out of the room. Sam protested and struggled the whole way to the medical center. The guards deposited her on a gurney and took up positions behind.
“Okay, Janet, I get the point, I’ll take a break.” Sam truly looked contrite but the CMO wasn’t buying it.
Without even acknowledging Sam’s words, Janet produced a syringe and moved to Sam’s side.
“Hey, that’s not necessary! I said I’d take a break!” Sam went to stand up only to be forced to site again by the MPs.
“This isn’t a sedative,” Janet began. “I am going to run a panel. If the results are within normal parameters, you can go back to your lab and I’ll quit bugging you. If not, I am quarantining you. You will shower and eat a decent meal if I have to bathe you and feed you myself. Then you will be escorted to Isolation Room 3 until I believe you are fit to resume duty.”
Sam watched her blood being drawn and then handed off to a tech with very specific instruction about its priority. She held out no hope for it getting her out of the dog house. She’d have to resort to rank.
Her expression hardened as she checked under the cotton to assure she wasn’t still bleeding. Having to give a direct order to Janet while on base wasn’t something she was looking forward to doing. But the Asgard were depending on her to at a minimum give them a new direction of study.
Sam was so deep in thought she didn’t realize Janet had left her side until she noticed the doctor striding back towards her, printout in hand. Janet didn’t even give her a chance to start. “I have already briefed the General as to my plans.”
The orders were delivered crisply in such a no non-sense manner Sam almost snapped to attention. Janet instructed the MPs to wait outside before delivering her final announcement.
“I know you’re pissed at me for going over your head. But as CMO I am responsible for you as a military officer. Realize that if I followed my heart, this would have happened two days ago. That piece of equipment was undiscovered for eons. A few days, a week, hell a month is not going to affect it. But it will affect you. You don’t have eons, Sam, so I’d like to keep you healthy for as long as possible.” Janet turned on her heel and walked away. Sam was still standing at a relaxed parade rest when the MPs returned to escort her to the showers.
~~~~~~
Janet hesitated before the isolation room door. It wasn’t locked – Sam was nothing if not a consummate solder. The Lieutenant Colonel should have been asleep, but on the off chance she wasn’t, Janet felt the need to prepare herself for the fact that Sam might still be as angry as she was that first evening. It was for her own good. It was my duty to assure her continued health. Janet continued her mantra although it did nothing to alleviate her anxiety.
With a final deep breath, she turned the knob and peeked inside – amazed at the site before her. Lieutenant Colonel Samantha Carter was wide awake, sitting in the middle of the narrow bed and surrounded by dozens of kleenex flowers. Janet counted five discarded tissue boxes in the corner of the room.
“Honey? What are you doing?” Janet closed the door behind herself and wandered slowly towards her lover.
“Janet!” Sam scooped up an armful or flowers. “Look what I made you!” She cleared off a section of bed and signaled Janet to sit.
“I forced you to relax and I broke you, didn’t I, Sam.” Janet picked up a bloom and examined the intricate folds. “You’re not still mad at me I take it?”
Sam took Janet’s hands in her own and shook her head. “I got over that once I got a good night’s sleep,” Sam admitted with a sheepish smile. “It took me a while to unwind and fall asleep that first night, but I woke just before dinner the next day so evidently you were right.”
Sam scooted closer to the doctor. “I tried making paper airplanes but tissues don’t have enough structural integrity.”
Janet finally noticed a small stack of kleenex on the bedside table. “Sam, what’s that?”
“Oh. Well, they wouldn’t give me my laptop or even my notes. I stewed about that for a bit. Thought about you. Stewed some more. Realized I’d been an ass. Thought some more about you and me and various vacation themes.” Sam smiled. “And somewhere amongst all that ‘unimportant’ thinking, I think I solved the power conversion issues that had been giving me fits.”
Janet just rubbed the fingers of her right hand across her eyes and chuckled. “Is that a fact?”
“Yeah, guess I just needed a new perspective.”
“Imagine that.”
~fin~
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