Colonel Jack O'Neill held on gritting his teeth, summoning every
last ounce of stubborn Irish courage he had in him, one last
time. He knew his ability, to hold on to the precarious one-handed
grip, he had on the crumbling rope bridge, would be only
temporary. His strength was almost exhausted. Daniel was no
longer the slender gawky youngster he once was. Over the last few
years with training, and Jack's urging, he had bulked up, adding at
least twenty-five pounds of pure muscle to his five foot eleven inch
frame. Jack at six feet two inches, and one hundred and eighty-five
lanky pounds, weighed in at less than his now much heavier
friend. Daniel, and the added weight of his pack alone, was too
much weight for Jack to hold, without the added stress of swinging, here
in mid-air, over a gaping chasm, especially one handed. But hold
him he would. At least till his strength failed, and they both
plunged into the deep canyon below. He was not going to lose Danny
Daniel looked up into Jack's trembling face, noting the emptiness of
despair reflected there. Jack's strength was failing. He
trusted that Jack would hold onto him as long as he could. But, the
fierce desolation he saw now spoke to him of utter defeat; and he knew
without a doubt that Jack would not save himself and would die with
him. He had seen this utter hopelessness in Jack's eyes before and
it frightened him far more than his own impending death. Jack had
last looked at him this way on Baal's planet, after his long days of
torture and suffering, when he had finally given up. He had seen it
in Jack O'Neill, Hard Ass Colonel, the first time they had adventured
together on Abydos all those years ago; he knew it was only seconds
before Jack's hold on their lifeline failed. Desperately, he let go
of Jack's hand with one of his own, reaching for his radio to call
Teal'c for help.
"Teal'c, Sam, you have got to hurry! We are running out of time
Daniel felt a sudden "popping" sensation in the arm, which Jack was
using to hold onto him. Searing pain was clearly visible in Jack's eyes
for a second, before he could hide it from Daniel's questing
gaze. Miraculously, Jack still held on, despite his rapidly
"Guys you have got to hurry we are at the end here!"
Looking intently into Jack's eyes, Daniel tried pleading one last
"Jack you have got to let me go. I don't want you to fall with
me. Please Jack!"
Jack closed his eyes briefly and summoned up raging anger, to give
him added strength Then he opened them, as he tightened his
right-handed grip on the rope ladder and his left-handed grip on
"You go we both go! Just hang on Daniel. Carter and Teal'c
will get here in time." He rasped, clenching his teeth, he willed
it to be true
Jack was well aware that his elbow had just dislocated. He could feel
the jagged, searing, sensations of pain and gradual numbness that
heralded torn ligaments and tendons He knew that the arm was about
to give out; they had only seconds left. But he'd never left anyone
behind, if it was within his power and he certainly would not let Daniel
Then Jack did something he hadn't done in sometime, he
prayed. He prayed that he could hold on till the others
arrived. And he prayed that if they did die today, someone else
would watch over the rest of his team. He made no prayers to save
himself and maybe that is why his prayer was answered.
Teal'c and Major Samantha Carter rounded the large stand of trees
that had so far blocked their view of the other two, breathless and
The Colonel and Daniel hung from the tattered remains, of a once
sturdy rope bridge, which had spanned a deep canyon here on
PX00311. Luckily, they were very near the end of that bridge, at
the lip of a cliff face.
Teal'c quickly secured a thick rope, around a huge tree, near the
trailhead, wrapping it around his waist.
Sam put on her gloves, using her body for leverage; she prepared to
help Teal'c pull the others up.
Teal'c quickly added another length of rope to his makeshift harness;
he would use it to secure, the oddly silent O'Neill, to the rope bridge,
while he pulled Daniel up.
It was slow going at first, as the big Jaffa did not wish to add to
the sway of the rope bridge, dislodging O'Neill's from his obviously
precarious hold. Finally, reaching them, he secured O'Neill's belt
with the rope to the undamaged portion of the bridge. Then, moving
gracefully below the still straining Colonel, he snagged the swaying
Archeologist, hoisting him to safety.
As soon as Jack was sure T' had Danny, he allowed himself to relax
his hold Finally giving in to the pain, Jack dangled over the
precipice from his makeshift harness.
As Daniel pulled his own body over the lip of the cliff, Teal'c
latched onto the now unconscious Colonel, dragging his inert body to
Daniel exhausted and trembling, due to the sudden withdrawal of
adrenalin, crawled over to the Jack's limp form, urging the others to
check him for injuries.
"Sam we need to get Jack back to Janet, I heard his arm give way back
there. I can't believe he held on as long as he did."
'The pain had to be excruciating to topple Jack into oblivion,' he
thought Or maybe it was a combination of pain and
stress. Either way, Jack needed help and he needed it now!
Together the three concerned companions wasted no time in getting
their leader and friend, to the Stargate and back home.
Dr. Janet Frazier was waiting at the end of the Stargate's ramp, in
the SGC, impatiently. She had an entire infirmary full of fallen SG
teams relying on her expertise today. SG-3 and SG-4 had returned
under fire, a little less than six hours ago, leaving both her and her
staff, with their hand's full; more than a dozen had been
wounded. Now after only a brief reprieve, she had been summoned to
the Gate Room for SG-1. Her only warning, a terse, "Colonel O'Neill
has been injured." Thanks to the duty sergeant by phone.
The wormhole was shimmering closed, as the team finally rushed
through, Teal'c cradling the semiconscious form of his Commander in his
arms. Janet hurried over to help ease the stricken man onto the
General George Hammond, Commander of the base, had also hustled down
to the Gate Room to meet SG-1.
"Dr. Frazier take the Colonel to the infirmary." Noting the
disheveled and concerned Archeologist he added.
"Dr. Jackson you too. Major report! Is anyone else injured?"
"No Sir, only the Colonel Sir. The rope bridge that they were
crossing, suddenly gave way... It appears to have just disintegrated
Sir! The Colonel managed to grab the remains of it and hang onto
Daniel." She told him breathlessly
"Teal'c and I were approximately two clicks away, so it took us over
twenty-five minutes to reach them Sir. By then the Colonel was
almost out of strength" Taking a deep calming breath, she rushed on.
"I really don't know how he did it Sir. As Daniel tells it,
every time the Colonel got a grip, the rope would sway and start to give
way. But somehow he was able to inch his way along, with Daniel holding
onto his vest. Then suddenly, when they were about ten feet from
the end, his vest ripped and Daniel would have tumbled into the deep
canyon below, if the Colonel hadn't caught him one handed and held
"Indeed General. I have rarely seen such a feat of strength and
determination, in all my long years. O'Neill is indeed a warrior to
be reckoned with" Teal'c was proud of his friend and warrior
brother; his uncompromising will, to never leave a comrade behind,
touched the big Jaffa and it was evident in his voice now.
"General with your permission I would like to find out how O'Neill is
before we debrief further." He said, bowing slightly in respect to
the base Commander.
General George Hammond was far from offended by the request. In
fact, he too wanted to know just how his Second in Command was
faring. But, his duties prohibited him from that luxury as yet.
"Understood. Teal'c, Major Carter, both of you report to the
infirmary We will debrief further after you have all been checked
out and rested a bit."
After handing off their weapons to the duty officer, they hurried
along. The elevator was especially slow today and it took almost
fifteen minutes to reach the infirmary As they neared the open
door, they were greeted by the sounds of O'Neill, in his most petulant
mode, arguing with the ever-adamant Janet Frazier. Sam and Teal'c
exchanged amused and relieved smiles. Joining Daniel, they stood
just outside the drawn privacy drape, eavesdropping on the exchange
between the two stubborn combatants.
It was no secret that the Doctor, small though she appeared, was
every bit the warrior the Colonel was, once her protective instincts had
been aroused. They also knew that once he was fully conscious, Jack
would deny he was in any discomfort and declare himself fit, even if he
could barely stand on his own two feet.
"Colonel that arm is badly swollen and despite your arguing to the
contrary, I am fully aware it is very painful. I am not about to
'just slap a sling on it' as you so aptly put it. We will x-ray it
and if necessary, I will run an MRI, to ascertain the extent of the
damage. Then and only then, will I consider letting you attend the
debriefing. If all goes well you'll be able to go home later
today. Is that understood Mister?"
Janet hated having to resort to using that tone, but she was tired
and frankly, she did have other patients to worry over today.
"Ya know I do out rank you and I resent the tone Doctor." Jack
was really aggravated. He hated her damn penlight shining into his
eyes and he hated being at her mercy.
Mostly he hated the searing and excruciating pain he was currently
experiencing. It made him decidedly unreasonable.
"I am not a little boy anymore and do not need a Mother!"
"Then stop behaving like a five year old and allow me to do my job,
Sir!" Janet was really getting tired of this routine. She admired
and loved the man, but he could drive a saint to murder, when he was in
his stubborn mode.
"The quicker you stop arguing, the quicker we get through
this. Now let me examine that elbow."
"Ouch! Don't take your anger out on my poor person
Janet. For such a little thing, you've got the grip of a bear!"
Realizing, that now was the time to make his presence known and stop
their bickering, Teal'c cleared his throat.
"Doctor Frazier do you require assistance?"
"Ah the Calvary has arrived!" Janet quipped smugly. "Teal'c
the Colonel needs an escort to Radiology. Would you please take him
by wheel chair?"
"Doc I can walk!" 'Man she was not giving an inch today,' Jack
thought, with irritation.
"Colonel, I know this is all about your manly pride. You can be
a stubborn mule at the best of times, when it comes to accepting help;
but you will do as I say today. I have a dozen other patients to
attend to who do appreciate my help"
Janet was really fed up now and was not going to take it
"We will 'chat' again when I have the films. Now get into that
wheelchair or I'll call an SF!"
Then rounding on Daniel, she demanded. "Now Dr. Jackson it is your
turn. Follow me."
Daniel was startled at first by her tone. Casting the others an
uncertain look, he hurried to follow her into the other room.
"Napoleonic Power Monger! Teal'c I can walk for crying out loud!"
Jack felt tinge of guilt. He really had not meant to rile up the
good Doctor. Now realizing he had had an audience, he was ashamed
and embarrassed, by his own behavior But, he was also too proud to
"O'Neill, I have just been informed that you are not the only injured
person to require Dr. Frazier's attentions today. Both SG-3 and
SG-4 are also guests in the infirmary. Many are badly wounded after
a most heated dispute with a large group of Jaffa. Knowing the high
esteem in which you regard her, I am most certain you will accede to the
Doctor's wishes and cause her no further distress."
Teal'c gently admonished him, with a benign expression, nodding
toward the wheelchair he had drawn up alongside Jack's bedside.
This new information brought Jack up short. Having arrived in
the infirmary semiconscious, he'd failed to see that the infirmary was
full of other patients. As usual, he'd been placed in a side room,
away from the other occupants. Dr. Frazier had begun the practice
as soon as she had realized he often struck out or called out, in his
various states of consciousness. She did so, he knew, to protect
his privacy, as well as her staff. Now he felt like a complete
ass. His concern turned outward and he wanted to know just who was
injured and how badly
Noting the silent presence of Major Carter, he gave her one of his
inquiring looks. The unspoken command registered quickly on her face,
wiping away her indulgent smile
"I'll have a full report ready for you Sir as soon as you return from
X-ray." She told him lightly, answering his unspoken plea.
"Thank you Carter. At least someone around here remembers I am
the Second in Command of the SGC."
With that he plopped into the wheelchair and pointing with his good
arm demanded sarcastically
"Doctor Frazier has already stated O'Neill that she will not allow
you to go to your home, until she is satisfied with her findings."
"Not funny T'." Jack heard the faintest hint of humor, in the
Jaffa's tone, despite T's feigned look of innocence and knew he was
being reminded to behave himself.
Shrugging it off, he commanded. "Right. To X-ray!"
Sam Carter suppressed her own amusement. After she had been
cleared by one of the infirmary staff as fit, she gathered the Intel the
Colonel would be impatient to hear. She was waiting with a full
report along with the now cleared Daniel Jackson, when Teal'c returned
the Colonel to his small infirmary room, two hours later.
Jack was not happy with the information Carter relayed to
him. Three members of SG-3 had died from their wounds in the last
few hours; two more were critical. SG-4 had fared better, but all
would be guests of the infirmary for the next few days Jack
realized he needed to go easy on 'old' Doc Frazier. She had to be
exhausted and he was not going to add to her woes. He respected and
liked the Doc, so would do his best to be a good little soldier for her
"Your films are negative for fractures Sir. However, as we
already suspected, it is a bad dislocation. From the gross amount of
swelling, I suspect you have significant damage to the ligaments and
tendons. We need to realign the elbow Sir. I won't try to make
light of it, it is going to hurt like hell."
Janet hated having to inflict more pain on his much-abused body, but
she had no choice
"I am going to give you something to lessen your pain and then we
will get busy"
"Doc I've been here before. I can take it just go
ahead. You know how I feel about the drugged out thing."
Jack would not take anything more for the pain, than was absolutely
necessary. He feared becoming addicted to damn much. Pain was
something he knew quite well. He knew how too supplant it when he
"On this I will not give in Doctor."
Janet understood his reluctance, but she could not give up without
one last try.
"I do not agree with you." She informed him firmly. "Look,
I will only give you a mild dose of Versed. It's short acting, so
you won't be totally out of it."
Jack had experienced the *wonderful world* of that particular drug
before, having found it had none of the side effects, or long lasting
remnants of dopiness, the others gave him. Moreover, he had been
assured, it had none of the addicting effects of the usual narcotics.
"Alright, one small dose. But, then I don't want any more
demands for me to take anything stronger than a mild
"Actually Sir, we have a few new medications we can try. So yes
Janet promised him, as she proceeded to give him a small dose of the
Versed. As he visibly relaxed, she knew it had done its job and set
about realigning his arm.
One of the amazing things about the drug was that the patient stayed
virtually cognizant throughout the procedure and thus cooperative, but
had no memory of the event afterward Thank God for that! It
was obvious from his reaction to the procedure that his pain was very
Jack came back to himself slowly, noting that Janet was talking to
him about follow up. He had no idea just exactly what she had been
saying prior to those words. But, it was obvious she had been in
the middle of a sentence.
"..Then we will do an MRI to see just how much soft tissue damage
Noticing that he was now fully "with it" but unsure as to when he had
come around and what he'd remember she added.
"Are you on board with all that Sir?"
Jack used his own patented "What?" quip. It was his response of
choice, when he had failed to pay close attention; it had served him
well these many years
Janet couldn't help smiling at that constant, realizing it's full
meaning and repeated.
"You can go home with the arm in a sling and ace wrap. But I want you
back in forty-eight hours, so I can check to see if the swelling is
decreased enough for us to run an MRI. I am afraid there is quite a
bit of soft tissue damage. Unfortunately, I see physical therapy in
your future Colonel."
'My poor staff!' Janet thought. O'Neill was even more of a
problem when on the mend.
"I am giving you a prescription for a new
anti-inflammatory. Follow the directions on the label and please
take them. They will help reduce the swelling faster. The
faster the swelling goes down the faster you'll be released to active
Seeing the doubt in his eyes, Janet realized a threat was warranted,
she knew him far too well!
"Or I could keep you here, apply ice packs and make sure you take the
"Alright Doc as long as we agree no narcotics."
Jack realized this new med may just help him get back to the job
faster and while he hated the whole thing, he was willing to give it a
try. As long as he could go home and relax in his own
space. He so hated the prospect of becoming a prisoner here in the
infirmary once more.
"May I go to the debriefing now?" He asked with mock
"Daniel is bringing the wheelchair over now."
Noting the stormy look in his eyes, she drove her demands home.
"Yes you will ride in it and yes he will drive you home. Or you
will be staying here with me and the other SG teams."
"Fine. But I don't have to like it." He sighed and checked
his rising temper.
It was hard to be cooperative when she was so very bossy, he
thought. Knowing he had no choice but to ride, if he wanted to go
easy on her; Jack climbed aboard the wheelchair, allowing Danny to
Daniel, for his part, was shocked, as the day came to a close and
Jack O'Neill was a model patient, allowing Daniel not only to assist
him, but also drive him home, without one complaint.
Once he was home, Jack firmly refused further help, sending Daniel on
"I am fine Danny boy and frankly beat. I'm going to take the
little magic pills Doc gave me, apply ice and hit the sack. Go on
home, you've had a hell of a day yourself."
So Daniel left. Jack did head for bed ice pack in hand, but he
did not take the little magic pills. At least not yet.
Back at the SGC, Janet Frazier finally allowed herself a nap on the
cot she had set up in her office. She'd arranged for her daughter,
Cassie to stay with friends, so she could be available round the
Both Major James St. Clair and Captain Trina Johnsen, were still
critical and she was loath to leave them. It was not that she
didn't trust her staff, her relief Dr. Hiram Washington was an
experienced field surgeon; it was just that, she like O'Neill, felt
responsible to those under her command and care. That was probably
why she understood Jack so well.
Thinking back to the heated exchange she had had with him earlier
that day, she felt ashamed Usually she did not resort to threats,
or raise her voice to cajole him into allowing her to provide him with
proper. Knowing the Colonel's history only too well, She understood his
fear of losing control and therefore, rarely became incensed with his
antics. But today she had almost lost it. Realizing she was
thoroughly exhausted, Janet allowed herself to sleep, promising the
powers above, she would call to check on her most recalcitrant patient,
first thing in the morning
Jack slept fitfully for a time. But the nagging pain of his
tortured arm prevented true rest. Around 0300, he had made his way
down to the kitchen and tossed back a shot of fine whiskey, to help numb
his pain. Then, he flipped on the all night sports channel and
crashed on the sofa.
He was just dozing off; when he remembered he had promised Janet he
would try those little anti-swelling pills of her. He considered
getting up to take a couple, but he was comfortable at last and besides,
he had the arm packed in ice. Deciding to take them in the morning,
he tossed back another shot of liquor and faded into deep sleep.
Janet Frazier was rudely pulled back from the restful oblivion of
sleep, by the jagged shrill of alarms going off. One of her
patients was arresting and a code had been called. She jumped up
and ran to the ICU, only to change course when she realized the alarm
was for the general ward.
As she arrived, Janet took note of just who had arrested, with
shock. It was one of SG-4, young Captain Zachary Smith. He was
the least seriously wounded member of the team, having sustained mostly
bumps and bruises, along with a badly sprained ankle. She and her
team worked on him for over an hour, but could not save
him Finally, with reluctance, she declared him dead and requested
his chart for review
Captain Kris Martin was the charge nurse for the night shift and the
one who had called the code.
"Dr. Frazier may I have a word with you in private?" Kris asked
Janet was too preoccupied to see the looks passed between the Captain
and the other nurse on duty.
"Give me ten minutes to complete these forms, then meet me in my
office." She informed the nurse distractedly.
"I respectfully request you wait, before completing the forms
Doctor." Kris insisted urgently. "Please Ma'am, can it wait
till we have had a chat?"
Realizing something had slipped past her notice, Janet nodded and led
the way to her office
"Alright Kriss what is it?"
"Dr. Frazier something is very wrong here." Kris began, her
expression intense. "I checked on the Captain not twenty minutes
ago. He was giving his nurse a hard time, about waking him so
early, to take his medications. He was totally fine Ma'am. Not
one indication anything was out of the ordinary We had just started
him on those new meds that the Academy sent over."
Shaking her head in frustration, Kris continued.
"If I did not personally know the Captain and his history, I would
not be here right now. But he was one of the healthiest men I
know! That he would suddenly go into respiratory arrest makes no
Kris was shaken. Zack was her best friend's fiancée, how would
she tell Sherry?
Janet was prevented from replying, by the sound of another alarm
heralding a code blue
This time it was for the ICU and Captain Trina Johnsen. The team
rushed to her aide immediately. They had better luck this time and
stabilized the Captain, within twenty minutes. However, she was not
breathing on her own and had had to be intubated, assisted by a
'It makes no sense!' Janet thought, frustrated. Trina had been
recovering nicely; in fact Janet was going to move her to the general
ward later today. Pulling the nursing staff aside, for a quick
debrief, she found no reason for the arrest in their report, or the
charted vital signs.
Bewildered, Janet ordered a battery of new tests and was about to
continue her conversation with Captain Martin, when the alarms sounded
again for the general ward. Another code blue!
As the team made it's way there, Major St. Clair's monitors went
crazy, indicating he was in the throes of a seizure!
The team split forces. Janet stayed with the Major and Dr.
Washington went to the general ward, to attend to the stricken patient
Janet had barely brought the Major back from the brink of arrest,
when the alarm again sounded and she and her mini team rushed back to
the general ward. Another member of SG-4 was arresting! They
almost lost the battle with this man too!
Dr Washington was angry, as well as perplexed, once the ongoing
crisis had subsided He'd barely been able to save his patient and
it fried his cookies!
"Dr. Frazier something very strange and I fear, sinister, has
occurred here. It is just not possible, for so many arrests, to
occur in such a short time; especially with our particular caliber of
"Agreed." Janet responded with equal vehemence.
"But, right now, I think we need backup. Captain Martin call the
Academy and request reinforcements, I will clear it with General
Janet ordered, while she picked up the red phone and called the Duty
Officer, to inquire as to the General's current location and was
informed he'd just arrived.
Fearing to leave the infirmary, in case another patient arrested,
Janet requested the Duty Officer alert the General that his presence was
requested in her office STAT.
General Hammond had just battle a freak Colorado blizzard, to get up
the mountain and to his post. He had wanted a nice cup of coffee
and a few minutes to get his bearings, but knew Dr. Frazier would never
request him STAT, unless something was very wrong He made it to her
office in record time. But had to wait to speak to her, as another
code was called.
Captain Kris Martin was the unlucky person, who had to fill in the
Base Commander, about the events of the morning so far. She was
well aware that both the General and the Chief Medical Officer Dr.
Frazier would frown upon any further delays in confirming the order for
reinforcements from the Academy. She quickly filled him in and the
General confirmed his agreement with the order. Kris proceeded to
make the call to the Academy, only to be informed that they had a
similar crisis and had declared a state of disaster for that facility.
It was a very harried Janet Frazier, who was finally able to meet
with the General, three hours later. They had lost only the one
patient. But virtually every occupant of the infirmary had arrested
within a short span of time! Ten normally healthy able-bodied
airmen had ceased to breath on their own; a respirator now assisted
eight! Only Major St. Clair was able to breath on his own as yet
and he was the only patient who had been ill enough to be a candidate
for arrest! None of the rest of the patients had been in distress, nor
had their vital signs indicated possible problems.
Perplexed, Janet and Dr. Washington had ordered every test they could
think of. But, so far nothing had been confirmed!
Calls to the harried staff of the Academy Hospital, had confirmed,
they too, had a similar crisis unfolding and had launched a separate
investigation. Now they had to watch and wait. She was hopeful
the post mortem on Captain Smith would help them solve the mystery
Major Samantha Carter had stayed on base to complete an experiment
she had left unfinished, due to her last mission. Hearing the
repeated code blue warnings, she had gone to the infirmary to offer her
assistance. Janet had assigned her the task of coordinating the
various lab technicians, along with Captain Mike Forrester. Teal'c
was currently assisting the General and Daniel Jackson in rereading the
mission reports tendered by the able members of the two stricken SG
teams, for possible off world factors that may have caused the
crisis. Thus, none of the usually concerned friends remembered to
call and check up on Colonel Jack O'Neill, till much later that morning.
Jack had slept well past his usual wake up time, by several
hours. When he finally did awaken, he wished he hadn't. He had
a slight hangover from the whiskey cure, he'd prescribed for himself
last night. His arm was throbbing to a tempo reminiscent of a mambo
and his hand burned, where the skin had been torn away, in his desperate
efforts to pull Daniel and himself up the disintegrating rope
Glancing at the clock, he was surprised to see it was 1100. 'Its
rather dark for this time of morning,' he thought. Things were
strangely quiet; the usual neighborhood street sounds absent for a
weekday morning. Except for the howl of the wind, the only other
sound was that of his clock, chiming the hour in the den Gingerly
raising his stiffened body up and off the couch, he limped over to the
window, to glance outside and took in the blizzard raging there.
Flipping on the weather channel, he was just in time to catch the
forecast and radar. According to the data, six inches of heavy snow
had already fallen, while he'd slept and they were in for at least
another six more, before nightfall. Ever the tactician, he padded
to the kitchen to check his supplies. If he was in for a long stay
indoors, incapacitated with his arm taped up and in a sling, he needed
to be sure he had enough beer; oh and food, to last him till the world
was plowed open again
Just then his cell phone rang. He considered letting it ring; he
didn't feel like talking just yet. But the incessant ringing jarred
his throbbing head, so he picked it up, hearing Daniel's familiar voice
on the other end.
"Jack, you doing alright? Need anything?"
"Peace and quiet Danny." He said irritably.
"Come on Jack, don't be an ass. How are you doing really?"
"That bad huh? Are you following all of Janet's orders?" Danny's
voice held a shadow of doubt.
"You know Jack, you really need to take care of yourself, we have a
situation here at the SGC and we'll all be tied up for quite
awhile. With the blizzard and all, we won't be able to come and
check up on you for several days" The worry and guilt over not
being able to be there for his friend was apparent in his voice.
"I am a big boy Danny don't sweat it. What situation?" Jack
felt a shiver of dread run down his spine.
"Not a foothold I trust?"
"No Jack not a foothold, weirder."
Daniel took a moment, to steady him, knowing Jack wouldn't like the
news he had to impart.
"Of the ten injured members of teams three and four, one is dead, and
eight are on ventilators, to help them breath." Hearing Jack's
sharp intake of breath he rushed on.
"Some kind of reaction, we are guessing but to what, we have not
determined yet Janet has figured out that something is blocking the
impulses the brain sends out, which cause involuntary respiration."
"Who is the casualty?" Jack felt annoyed he was not there in the
thick of things, lending a hand. He wondered just who had been lost
while he was sleeping
"Young Zachary Smith died." Daniel's voice was filled with
sadness and impotent rage.
"He was only twenty five years old Jack."
"Life sucks sometimes Danny. He was a good kid." Jack had
learned long ago not to dwell on the pain of such a tragedy. "Any other
leads or theories?"
"Not yet. We doubt it is off world related, as the Academy
Hospital has had a dozen similar events this morning. They have
declared a state of disaster themselves But Teal'c and I went over
the last mission report and MALP data, just to be sure. Janet is
running every test in the book. If it is possible we'll find out
just what the heck is going on."
"Anyone else affected?" Jack wondered if this was the work of
some terrorist faction.
"Not so far. But the General is not taking any chances. He
has us all on high alert for now. That is why I called your cell,
since it's a secure line Jack do you need anything?"
"I repeat Daniel I am fine. Keep me posted on the situation if
you can. I'd come on in, but with this arm and the blizzard out
there, it would most likely result in my being a renewed guest of the
infirmary myself. Besides, it sounds like Janet has her hands full
'Damn,' he thought. There is not much I can do from
here. Jack was a hardheaded fellow some of the time but he was not
a fool. He'd be no use to anyone in his current state
"I will. Oh and Jack, Janet said to remind you to keep the arm
elevated, use ice." Daniel paused, listening to instructions
dictated by the little Napoleon herself. "Ah yeah, she wants me to
remind you about the anti-inflammatory she prescribed for you and no
beer with those, its a bad mix. Once all this is settled, she is
hoping your swelling will have decreased enough for her to run that
"I repeat Daniel, I am a big boy. You just stick to the problem
at hand. Oh and Danny, keep your eyes open." He
cautioned. It was his way of reminding the trusting Archeologist to
watch his back.
Once he'd hung up, Jack needed to distract himself from his pain and
the rage, feeling so helpless had aroused. He removed the ace
wrappings and sling, from his battered arm and took a nice long
shower. Then, he scrambled some eggs and made coffee. He once
again noticed the bottle of anti-inflammatory Janet has given him, but
chose a beer instead.
Back at the SGC, Captain Mike Forrester and Major Samantha Carter had
made a list of possible causes for the current situation. For the past
several hours they had been busy cross-referencing, every possible
common link, between all the victims General Hammond had
established a direct communication hook-up with the Academy Hospital
team and downloaded all their possible factors as well. Daniel
Jackson and Teal'c joined them in the lab to assist. It was a slow
process at first, but gradually two common denominators shone through;
the anti-inflammatory medication that the Academy was currently using
and the pain medication, also new
A major pharmaceuticals company had provided each, at no cost to the
Air Force for a trial period, with the assurance that each was perfectly
safe and had few, if any side effects. Mike Forrester and Sam were
now breaking both drugs down for careful chemical analysis. Dr.
Janet Frazier anxiously awaited the findings. All the victims were
stable and slowly regaining the ability to breath on their own, without
the aid of a respirator. But, all still required careful
Additional analysis of blood samples revealed that traces of an
unknown chemical was indeed present in each of her stricken patient's
blood streams! Now it was up to Sam and Mike, to correlate their
findings and pinpoint which of the drugs had been the
culprit. Every effort had been made to communicate their findings
to the Academy Hospital ICU. Where the crisis had spread like wild
fire. When it had become clear that the Academy could be of no help
in providing additional medical staff or technicians, SG team members
who had had extended medical training, were called in to help man the
infirmary, giving the harried staff, much needed assistance Many
had braved the blizzard to come into the base, once the call had gone
As things had begun to settle down and the second shift made it in,
Dr. Frazier had allowed some of her exhausted staff to go home for some
much needed rest. Bleary-eyed, Janet was reviewing test results,
when she suddenly remembered that she had prescribed one of the possible
culprits to the Colonel. 'My God!' She thought, 'he could be lying
there dying alone!' Grabbing the phone she tried to reach the
Colonel, praying that he had just this once, disobeyed her instruction
totally. A rapid busy signal indicated the line was not in
order She tried his cell phone number and was informed that the
system was out of service Further inquiry, revealed that the lines
on that side of Colorado Springs, had been toppled by the raging winds
of the blizzard and it would be hours before they'd be
"Alright Janet take it easy. There is a fifty percent chance it
is not the anti-inflammatory and you have nothing to worry
about." A very worried Samantha Carter reassured her.
"You know the Colonel is the world's worst patient and rarely takes
his medication, unless someone is there to nag him. I am sure he is
fine. Daniel spoke to him not six hours ago."
"I know Sam I was eavesdropping. But, at my insistence he
reminded the Colonel to take his medication. I don't like it Sam,
we have to contact the Colonel!" If he died because of her nagging,
Janet would never forgive herself!
"Dr. Frazier, I just got off the phone with the main gate and the
State police All the roads down the mountain and around much of the
city aren't passable, due to the forty mile an hour winds and over
fourteen inches of heavy new snowfall The Duty Officer is currently
checking the roster, to determine if any of the SGC personnel live close
enough to the Colonel, to make it to his house in this storm." The
General informed her. He was as worried as the rest of the group
and it showed on his face, if not in his steady voice.
"Major Carter, Captain Forrester, how long before we'll know just
which of those drugs caused all this insanity?"
"Shouldn't be long now General. Actually, our preliminary
findings so far, indicate that neither drug's composition, totally
matches the chemical equations, listed on the inserted
literature. That in itself complicates things Sir, as it may be
both drugs, acting in tandem, which caused this crisis." Mike
Forrester informed him confidently.
"Then Colonel O'Neill may not be endangered at all. He only has
the one medication, isn't that correct Dr. Frazier?" The General hoped
that was indeed the case.
"Yes Sir. The Colonel refused the pain medication. Most
likely, he would have refused the anti-inflammatory as well, but I
threatened him Sir." Janet replied. Her guilt and feelings of
responsibility continued to consume her. If anything happened to
their friend and hero she would never forgive herself.
"Ah, I am well aware of our Colonel's stubborn streak Doctor. I
have had to resort to that kind of tactic a time or two. You are
not responsible, you had no way of knowing that there might be a
The General understood her feelings all too well. He had been in
her shoes more times than he liked to remember.
"Jack O'Neill has been in more dangerous situations and
survived. Lets just pray his luck is holding up tonight."
Just then the phone rang and the General picked it
up. Listening, his face brightened a bit.
"Doctor you informed me earlier that you had sent some of your staff
home at 1500. Was Captain Martin one of those dismissed?"
"Yes Sir, she had been on duty for twenty hours and was a close
friend of both Captain Smith and his fiancée. I felt she needed the
break Sir and as things were calming down..."
Speaking once more into the phone he ordered.
"Attempt to get a message to Captain Martin." A look of frustration
passed over the General's face. "Do you have her cell phone number
then? Good. Give it to me. You continue to try to reach
her and see if any other members of the SGC, are able to get to the
Disconnecting the call, he then dialed the number he had jotted down
a look of determination on his face.
Exhausted and saddened, Captain Kris Martin had just finished a long
hot bath and was eating a light meal, when she heard the unmistakable
sound of her cell phone ringing. She had battled the blizzard for
over two hours, just make it to the end of her snow filled drive way and
wanted nothing more than to be left alone.
Snagging her cell phone, she flipped it open and barked.
"This had better be damn important!"
"General Hammond here Captain." His voice was calm, despite her
insubordinate tone. "I know you are exhausted after the day you've
had Airmen, but I need your help."
Unconsciously standing at attention, Kris was instantly
awake. "Yes Sir. Begging the General's pardon Sir.."
"At ease Airmen. I need you to try to make it to Colonel
O'Neill's home.." He proceeded to fill the Captain in on all the
current information and the possible situation the Colonel was in.
"Yes Sir, General Sir. I do have a rescue kit in my Jeep. I
just happened to teach a CPR certification class last week and left it
there, along with an oxygen tank, ambu-bag and portable defibrillator,
Sir. The Colonel's address is about two miles from here, if I am
lucky, I can make it in my Jeep. May I speak with Dr. Frazier
briefly Sir?" She inquired politely, needing to check into the
status of the recovering team members for any additional symptoms, just
in case she might encounter something similar, when she reached the
Janet Frazier filled her in quickly and Kris was off to get dressed
and make her mercy run, hoping she would find that the Colonel, had
stayed true to his usual routine, of ignoring medical advice. She
had had enough of death and crisis for one day
Jack had spent the day puttering around his house catching up on
bills and chores. It had helped distract him from his pain and the
worry, he couldn't deny, over just what was going on at the SGC. He
had tried to call the mountain at about 1700, but his cell and home
phone, were out of commission; most likely from the storm. He was
grateful he still had electricity as yet, but doubtful that he would for
much longer. It was really blowing outside. It looked like at
least two feet of snow had actually fallen, but the winds had created
huge drifts, making it seem deeper. He lit a fire and was preparing
supper, when his eye again settled on the little bottle of
anti-inflammatory medication. Remembering his promise, he decided
he would eat and then take a half dose, just to please the
Doc. That would save him the disappointed looks and lecture, she
was sure to give him, otherwise
He had just finished his meal, when the lights went out and he was
plunged into the artificial twilight, created by his
fireplace. Sighing, he collected blankets and pillows, making up
the couch close to the fire, to settle in for the night. Realizing
he would need to bring in more firewood, now that there was no heat, he
geared up as best he could with an arm in a sling, slipping into a ski
jacket and his snow boots. Just before he headed out to the
woodpile, he tossed back a shot of fine Irish whiskey and took one of
those magic pills of the Doc's. He'd been cautioned about beer
mixing poorly with the medication, but not hard liquor.
The wind nearly knocked him off his feet, as he trudged out the
backdoor and over the drift, where his deck used to be. It took him
quite a bit longer to reach the woodpile, than he would have
liked. The icy wind nearly took his breath away and he regretted
not putting on a hat, before he'd made this little journey He
quickly filled his wood sling up and headed back inside, to fill up the
wood box beside the fireplace. After making several trips, he was
feeling very tired and oddly, short of breath. Promising himself
this was the last trip before he bedded down for the night, Jack made it
to the woodpile once more and then dizzy fell to his
knees. Realizing something was very wrong, he dropped the wood he'd
begun to gather and headed back for the house, only to collapse just
outside his own backdoor. He was finding it damned hard to breath.
Kris Martin once again thanked the good lord she drove a Jeep, as she
plowed through yet another huge drift. Glancing at the dashboard
clock, she noted that it had taken her over forty minutes, to travel,
the relatively short, two miles, to the Colonel address. But, she
had finally made it and slid into his drifted over driveway At
least, she hoped it was his driveway. Every house in this area of
the suburb was dark. The electricity must have finally gone, she
Pulling her heavy-duty flashlight from the back of the jeep, Kris
grabbed her rescue gear It was slow going through the deep snow,
trying to get to the front door. Finally getting close, she noted a
waist high drift had formed, effectively blocking the
entrance. Deciding to try the backdoor, she went around to the side
of the building As she rounded the corner, her flashlight shone on
a figure, almost half buried, in the snow drifting around the backdoor
of the house. For a breathless second she stood frozen in shock and
dread. 'My God!' She thought, 'I am too late!' But then
her nurse's reflexes took over and she rushed to his side.
Turning the Colonel face up, Kris checked him for a pulse and finding
a weak one, gave up a silent prayer of thanks. The door was wide
open and a small drift of snow had blown into the entry. Kris
dragged his limp and cold body, into the house for a better
look. Once inside, she noted the roaring fire in the fireplace and
continued to drag the unconscious man, toward it. Placing him
directly beneath the hearth, she set about removing his sodden outer
clothing, to better examine him.
The Colonel's breathing was almost nonexistent and at first, she
thought he had stopped breathing all together. But no, he was
taking a few, very shallow, breaths each minute. Realizing he
needed oxygen to assist his inadequate breathing, she went back outside
for her rescue pack. Then, with a mighty shove, she shut the
backdoor on the still raging winds.
Ripping open the rescue pack, Kris cracked the oxygen tank and
applied the mask over his face. Then, she continued to remove all
his wet and partially frozen clothing, rolling him into the blankets she
found nearby. Next, she tried to reach the SGC by cell phone; to
report what she had found and see if anything new had occurred But
her cell phone was out of service. 'Damn!' she thought, we are on
our own here.
"Sir can you hear me?"
She tried lightly slapping his face but received no response. His
breathing had become shallower.
Remembering what Janet had told her on the phone, Kris realized she
needed to give the Colonel something to stimulate his respirations. But
she had no further supplies with her, beyond the small CPR rescue kit.
Frustrated she searched her mind for possible solutions. In his
present state, coffee was out and so was anything else he needed to
swallow. 'Think Kris,' she thought. 'You don't want to lose
another friend today' Suddenly, she remembered she had an
epinephrine pen in her purse. Thanking God she had slipped the small bag
into her parka, along with her cell phone, she rummaged around in the
big pockets. She was never more grateful to have allergies than she
was now! Praying it would be enough to stimulate him and counteract
the effects of the suspected drugs, she checked his dog tags, and to be
sure it would not be a further detriment to his condition. His tags
listed no allergies and she proceeded to inject him with the epi-pen.
Despite the blazing fire, the room had become cold, probably due to
the wide open backdoor It was going to be a long night without
electricity, but luckily they had the fireplace to stave off the frigid
night air. Concerned now about hypothermia, she reached out to
touch the Colonel's brow, finding it was stone cold. Fearing the
worst, she took an axillary temperature and found he was already
severely hypothermic. Using her flashlight, she added more wood to
the fire, found more blankets and bundled Jack further in them. Then
stripping off her outer clothing, including her wet jeans, crawled in
beside the still unconscious man, wrapping him in her warm
embrace. His entire body was chilled and she gently rubbed her
hands over him, trying to instill some warmth. Exhausted though she
was, she couldn't help but admire the hard muscled strength of
him. He hadn't earned the nickname "Hard Candy Colonel," merely
because he was such a hard nose one minute and a sweetheart the
next. All the women of the SGC had secret crushes on this
man. He was ruggedly handsome, with a lanky lean build. He had
a wickedly sarcastic wit, mixed with a huge capacity for compassion that
despite his best efforts, shone through his tough veneer. Kris had
been attracted to him from the start and if things had been different,
she would have pursued him with a passion. But as Second In
Command, of the SGC and thus her superior officer, he was totally out of
Slowly his breathing improved and his body warmed. Grateful her
efforts had been rewarded and he was out of immediate danger, Kris
allowed herself to drift off to sleep, with the Hard Candy Colonel,
carefully wrapped, in her tender embrace.
The storm had raged on, bringing with it more winds and drifting
snow. The entire staff of the SGC had been informed of the possible
danger to their much beloved and respected Second in Command. Despite
several voluntary tries to get through the blocked roadways, they had
yet to reach him. After one team of SF's had become stranded in the
snow, the General had reluctantly called a halt to any further tries,
till the storm had abated.
Major Carter and Captain Forrester had finally isolated the chemical,
which had caused the entire trauma. It was similar in composition
to the drug known as Curare; having the same paralyzing effects as that
plant resin. But it was an experimental and so far, little known,
artificial form. SG-1 had brought the chemical formula it had been
derived from, back from planet PX999426, last year. It was supposed
to be top secret. How it had been added to the formulas of both the
new pain medication, as well as, the anti-inflammatory, was still a
mystery. But a mystery the Federal Government would now
pursue. Once they had isolated it, they had notified the Academy
Hospital at once and each patient, had been given mild stimulants to
help counteract its still lingering effects. All the stricken team
members in the infirmary were now in no danger and stable.
"I am still hoping Jack is being his usual stubborn, bad boy self,
and didn't even take the drug, Janet."
Daniel Jackson was still trying to reassure himself, as well as the
"Kris must have reached him by now. She is one hell of a great
nurse and she can take care of herself quite well. If anyone can
look after Jack, she can."
"I hope you are correct Daniel."
Glancing at her watch, Janet could hardly believe it was only
Midnight. It seemed like a week since she had been thrust headlong
into this nightmare.
"With the phone lines down and the roads still blocked, all we can do
now is pray."
"Alright. I want all of you to get some sleep." George
Hammond stated, looking around at the exhausted group.
Seeing the stubborn look in one diminutive whirlwinds eye, he added.
"That means you Dr. Frazier. We can be of no use to Colonel
O'Neill, till the situation changes and I see no reason, to further
exhaust ourselves. Dismissed."
The General had an obligation to look after the welfare of all under
his command, not just that of a certain Bird Colonel.
Jack slowly pushed his way up from the depths of sleep. He was
feeling decidedly warm and cozy. Something was covering his mouth
and irritating his chin. He could smell the faintly unpleasant
odor, of all too familiar compressed oxygen, flooding his nostrils and
the memory of being unable to breath, assailed him. He wondered how
he had gotten to the infirmary? 'Its dark,' he thought, 'the
infirmary is never this dark.' There was a faint glow beyond his
closed eyelids. Summoning his reserves, he roused himself fully and
opened his eyes.
Glancing around quickly, he realized he was at home, lying near his
own blazing fireplace and that; it was the source of the flickering
glow. More aware now, he also realized he was not alone. The
presence of a warm and definitely female body was wrapped loosely around
his naked form. Her scent was vaguely familiar, but her face was
turned into his chest and he could not see her features. Dark wavy
hair tickled his neck, as he gently shifted to get a better look.
Shocked, he recognized the heart shaped and pretty face, of Kris
Martin. She was his usual night nurse, whenever he was laid up in
the infirmary. He knew her quite well, but not this
well. Concentrating on the events prior to awakening, he remembered
the storm, loss of power, and his collapse. He realized she must
have found him passed out, in the snow, suffering from
hypothermia. So, she'd resorted to basic survival tactics and
shared her body heat, he reasoned. He would have done the same.
Fearing he would disturb her slumber and frighten his rescuer, he
carefully extracted his good arm and pulled the mask off his
face. The movement sent shards of jagged pain through his left arm
and he gasped softly. But Kris slept on. She must be
thoroughly exhausted, he decided. He could hear the wind howling
still outside The room around them had a slight chill, despite the
steady fire in the fireplace and he snuggled deeper into their bed of
blankets to get warm. He noted the soft caress of her angora
sweater, against his skin and realized that despite his nudity, she was
decently clad. Shifting his legs slightly, he felt the softness of
her own bare legs, as she wrapped their long length around him, in her
sleep. Startled, he allowed his hand to roam to her generously
rounded derriere, finding it encased in cotton panties. 'This is
very nice,' he thought, only mildly embarrassed. After all, he was
no stranger to the female form and she, had seen him buck naked
before. Drowsy, he allowed himself to enjoy their shared warmth and
drifted back to sleep.
Dawn's light crept slowly over the two sleeping companions. The
fire had long since died, but the power had been restored and the heat
had come on slowly, warming the room once more. Kris was too
hot. She pushed the blankets off and stretched out her hands,
encountering a hard male chest, covered with soft downy hair. Her
eyes popped open in shock. Then she remembered the previous night's
events and relaxed. Looking closely, she noted the Colonel was
breathing normally once more and must have removed his oxygen mask,
sometime during the night. Oh well, the oxygen would have long
since run out anyway, she thought. Careful not to awaken him, she
checked him out further noting his normal pink color and warm
skin Relief flooded her and she laughed lightly.
Exuberant, she gently kissed him on the mouth, gasping in shock, when
her innocent kiss, was returned warmly. He was awake!
Breaking the kiss, she pushed away slightly, to look into his eyes,
noting the tender laughter there.
"My heroine!" he joked lightly, caressing her cheek with his good
"Sir I.." What must he think of her?
"At ease Kris. Looks like I have you to thank for saving my
Taking a more serious tone, he rushed on.
"I know that was just a kiss of thanksgiving and I returned it in
kind. I must have been in rough shape, when you found me. Want
to fill me in?"
"I am still sketchy on some of the details myself Sir.."
"Kris, considering the position we currently find ourselves in, I
think it would be alright for you to call me Jack."
Jack's perverse sense of humor had taken over and he couldn't resist
teasing her slightly, wiggling his eyebrows and leeringly at her.
Flushing with the realization that he was nude and she still had her
legs wrapped lazily around his, Kris shifted her body away and tucked
the blanket, more deeply around them. Deciding to take her cue from
him, she relaxed and filled him in on the previous days adventures.
"So let me get this straight. I was almost killed because I
obeyed my Doctor's orders to take her little magic pills?" Jack
found the whole thing ironic, now that he was recovered. He could
use this incident to his advantage, next time Janet tried to control his
life once more.
"She had absolutely no idea Jack. I can see the wheels turning
and know what you have in mind. I know you far too well. You
should be ashamed of yourself!" Kris couldn't help smiling. He was
such a charming rogue. 'Poor Janet,' she thought.
"Considering the close proximity we share, I'll concede you do know
me quite well." Again, he couldn't help giving her a hard
time Especially as her continued presence, wrapped so closely in
their makeshift bed, was starting to cause him some discomfort, of a
very personal nature.
Realizing, it was past time to allow him to get dressed, Kris
admonished him mildly.
"Be a good boy and avert your eyes, while I slip back into my
jeans. I would have left them on but they were sopping
wet." She stated, flushing slightly
"Ah, but then I would have missed the joys of soft warm thighs
wrapped around me and the distinctly erotic feel, of cotton panties
covering a warm rump." He stated wryly and closed his eyes.
"My own night time revelations were no less interesting,
Jack." She could give as good as she could get. "My memories
will warm me for many cold nights to come."
Now it was his turn to blush.
"Truce! I'll behave. How about you start some coffee, while
I hop into something less revealing?" He slowly stood up, still
wrapped awkwardly in the blankets.
"Deal." She said, as she padded off to the kitchen. "It was so
cold in here last night without power, I am confidant we could both use
a cup to get us going."
"Thermostat is in the front hall, go ahead and turn it up a tad, if
you'd like. I'm going to grab a hot shower."
Finding the water cool, Jack took a brief shower and dressed himself
warmly, in sweater and jeans. Then, he returned to the now fragrant
kitchen, where Kris had whipped up some eggs and toast, as well as, a
pot of strong coffee. The two sat down amiably to a hearty
breakfast. Noting he'd left off his sling and was having some
difficulty buttering his toast, she took it gently from him, finishing
the job. 'This feels so right,' she thought. Catching herself,
she gazed at him, but he didn't seem to notice her intense
look. Wondering if he was fully recovered she asked.
"How do you feel? Any lingering side effects?"
"I feel remarkably fine. Except for the arm. It twinges a
bit." He would never admit it hurt like hell. She would
probably start mothering him and insist he swallow a couple of Tylenol,
"Hey don't worry, after what happened yesterday it'll be a long time
before I'm comfortable pushing any meds on anybody, let alone you
Jack." Suddenly she had no appetite.
Jack noticed her pallor and understood her dismay.
"Kris, there was no way for you to know something so rotten would
happen. Besides, we still don't know the whole story."
"That reminds me, we really should check in with the SGC
Jack. The power is back on, maybe the phone lines have been
repaired too." Kris grabbed her cell phone and gave it a
try. "Nope. They are still out of commission"
Just then, the backdoor burst open to reveal a worried Archeologist,
stone faced Jaffa, one overworked Chief Medical Officer and a seriously
"Sir you are all right!"
"Thank God Colonel!" Dr. Frazier almost collapsed she was so
Jack smiled broadly. 'Its nice to be loved,' he
"No Doctor, thank the Captain here. If not for her quick
thinking, I'd be on my way to the morgue."
"Can't take all the credit Sir. It was a team effort. After
all, I would never have tried to get to you, if the General hadn't
called me and Dr. Frazier hadn't filled me in." Kris quickly
reverted to the proper military protocol.
Jack found he missed their relaxed banter. He realized he had
found a kindred spirit in Kris, but regulations would prevent more than
casual friendship between them He was her Commanding Officer once
Knowing they needed a full report and that Janet would not relax till
she knew what had transpired, Jack directed the conversation.
"O.K. Fill me in on just what we've missed and then, Kris will
fill you in Doc."
The details were quickly exchanged. Janet was at once appalled
by the events and pleased, that Kris had instinctively chosen the right
course of action, effectively saving the Colonel's life.
Jack was mildly amused, when informed of the lengths that his team
had gone to, getting here to "rescue" him, despite the still snow
covered roadways As soon as the winds had died down, Teal'c had
commandeered a snowplow, from the motor pool and had driven the group
aggressively, through every snowdrift between his home and the
SGC. Calling the plow, "A most effective mode of travel."
The ringing of his cell phone alerted them that communications were
coming back on line. Jack picked it up and hearing the General's
concerned voice, quickly filled him in.
George Hammond allowed himself to sit back in his chair and take a
breather. Jack really did have the luck of the Irish. Or
maybe, he had a guardian angel looking out for him. Once again
George was grateful his friend and Second in Command, had averted
The Pharmaceuticals company was denying any knowledge, of just how a
top-secret chemical, had come to be added, to not one but two,
supposedly harmless medications and then given to the Air Force.
But it was no longer in his hands. Now, the investigation was
under the jurisdiction of the Federal government and the NCIS. His own
people were recovering nicely, thank God. But he still had the sad
and unpleasant task, of writing letters to Captain Smith's family and
the other SG team member's, who had been lost in the initial battle,
with the renegade Jaffa, not two days ago. The plight of a General
was not always a pleasant one.
"Jack I am looking forward to a long weekend off. What say you
and I, take in a nice relaxing Hockey game?"
"It's a date George. Then, we'll have a nice steak dinner at
O'Malley's. It'll be my treat."
Jack ended the conversation with his friend and C.O. Then, turned
back to the quietly waiting group.
"As for the rest of you." He said, in his best hard assed Colonel
voice "Dinner tomorrow night on me. You all pick the place."
"After your MRI Colonel." Janet insisted.
"Janet, haven't you learned anything from all we've just been
Jack couldn't help it. She really could be quite a Yiddish Mamma
sometimes and he being the brat he was couldn't miss an opportunity to
rub it in just a little.
"Alright Doc after my MRI we all go out for a nice friendly
They all exchanged amused expressions, knowing somehow Jack would
sway them into going out for his favorite meal of Pizza and beer.
"It doesn't matter where we go Sir. We are just glad we'll be
going there together."
Sam summed it up for them all quite nicely.
Kris was gladdened to be included in the group. It would seem
she would be seeing more of Sg-1 in the future. A situation that
included seeing more of her "Hard Candy Colonel" and that suited her
just fine. Just fine indeed.
Now On to