Epilogue
"What are you doing?" Sam asked, trying to get a look at what Jack was drawing on her cast. Janet had insisted on keeping her in the infirmary for a day and a night due to the mild concussion, but she was going to be released soon. Jack had shown up for breakfast with a paint pen to sign her black cast with, but he had been drawing on it for about fifteen minutes, and he was sitting on her bed with his back blocking her view of what he was doing.
"There! Done!" he stated proudly, capping the pen and shifting positions so she could see his magnificent artwork.
"What on earth is that supposed to be?" she asked incredulously.
"That's Thor!" he said defensively. "And a ship, see? And he's giving you a new reactor and..."
"Just looks like a bunch of blobs to me," she insisted, but she was grinning.
Janet smiled to herself and finished up her notes on her friend's chart as Jack objected, "Hey, you try drawing on one of these things, it's not easy! Plus you kept on squirming around..."
"Good morning, people," General Hammond's voice said from the doorway.
Janet and Jack stood quickly at attention.
"At ease," he said, coming over to the foot of Sam's bed and smiling at her encouragingly. "Well, Major Carter, how are you doing?"
"I'm fine, sir," she said with an overly-enthusiastic grin that had both Jack and Janet rolling their eyes.
"Good to hear, Major. Colonel O'Neill informed me of the nature of your injury, but I'm still unclear on a few details, if you wouldn't mind answering a few questions..."
"Of course, sir," she said, swallowing and exchanging a scared look with Jack. For all they might argue with each other, they both knew neither was going to get the other in trouble with General Hammond. And faking a broken leg to keep your 2IC hostage on her downtime would probably qualify for getting the Colonel, and Janet potentially as well, in trouble.
"I was about to give Colonel O'Neill a ride to the base yesterday morning, sir. His neighbors were playing soccer and I tripped over the ball. It was just one of those things."
General Hammond looked at all of his subordinates in turn. They were all hiding something, and he had a very good idea of what it was. "Very well," he said. "You've just bought SG-1 4-6 more weeks of downtime, Major." He turned to Dr. Fraiser. "It would probably be best if someone accompanied Major Carter home for a while, don't you think, Doctor?" he asked.
"Yes, sir, that would be wise," Janet said immediately, nodding seriously.
Hammond nodded briskly at them all and strode towards the door, all business. He yanked it open, then turned back to look at them, wondering if they actually, truly believed they had fooled him. "Oh, and Colonel O'Neill? Major Carter?"
"Yes, sir?" they asked simultaneously.
"Next time be a little more careful," he said cryptically before striding out of the infirmary purposefully.
They all looked at each other.
"Do you think he..." Sam started.
"No way," Jack said firmly.
"I don't know, sir..." Janet put in.
She signed off on Sam's chart and said, "Okay, Sam, you're free to go. Try not to kill each other."
"Ready?" Jack asked, helping her up onto her crutches.
"Yup. I've got quite a few things I could use your help with..."
"Uh..."
"Oh yeah, my lawn needs to be mowed, I promised Daniel I'd help him archive all of his video footage from all of the planets we've been to..."
"No, Sam. Please. No," he begged.
"Then I told Cassie I'd take her to the mall to get her belly button pierced..." Sam continued as they headed down the hall.
"Saaam..."
"What?" she asked innocently as he punched the elevator button rather harder than was necessary. "You know what they say about payback."
"What are you doing?" Sam asked, trying to get a look at what Jack was drawing on her cast. Janet had insisted on keeping her in the infirmary for a day and a night due to the mild concussion, but she was going to be released soon. Jack had shown up for breakfast with a paint pen to sign her black cast with, but he had been drawing on it for about fifteen minutes, and he was sitting on her bed with his back blocking her view of what he was doing.
"There! Done!" he stated proudly, capping the pen and shifting positions so she could see his magnificent artwork.
"What on earth is that supposed to be?" she asked incredulously.
"That's Thor!" he said defensively. "And a ship, see? And he's giving you a new reactor and..."
"Just looks like a bunch of blobs to me," she insisted, but she was grinning.
Janet smiled to herself and finished up her notes on her friend's chart as Jack objected, "Hey, you try drawing on one of these things, it's not easy! Plus you kept on squirming around..."
"Good morning, people," General Hammond's voice said from the doorway.
Janet and Jack stood quickly at attention.
"At ease," he said, coming over to the foot of Sam's bed and smiling at her encouragingly. "Well, Major Carter, how are you doing?"
"I'm fine, sir," she said with an overly-enthusiastic grin that had both Jack and Janet rolling their eyes.
"Good to hear, Major. Colonel O'Neill informed me of the nature of your injury, but I'm still unclear on a few details, if you wouldn't mind answering a few questions..."
"Of course, sir," she said, swallowing and exchanging a scared look with Jack. For all they might argue with each other, they both knew neither was going to get the other in trouble with General Hammond. And faking a broken leg to keep your 2IC hostage on her downtime would probably qualify for getting the Colonel, and Janet potentially as well, in trouble.
"I was about to give Colonel O'Neill a ride to the base yesterday morning, sir. His neighbors were playing soccer and I tripped over the ball. It was just one of those things."
General Hammond looked at all of his subordinates in turn. They were all hiding something, and he had a very good idea of what it was. "Very well," he said. "You've just bought SG-1 4-6 more weeks of downtime, Major." He turned to Dr. Fraiser. "It would probably be best if someone accompanied Major Carter home for a while, don't you think, Doctor?" he asked.
"Yes, sir, that would be wise," Janet said immediately, nodding seriously.
Hammond nodded briskly at them all and strode towards the door, all business. He yanked it open, then turned back to look at them, wondering if they actually, truly believed they had fooled him. "Oh, and Colonel O'Neill? Major Carter?"
"Yes, sir?" they asked simultaneously.
"Next time be a little more careful," he said cryptically before striding out of the infirmary purposefully.
They all looked at each other.
"Do you think he..." Sam started.
"No way," Jack said firmly.
"I don't know, sir..." Janet put in.
She signed off on Sam's chart and said, "Okay, Sam, you're free to go. Try not to kill each other."
"Ready?" Jack asked, helping her up onto her crutches.
"Yup. I've got quite a few things I could use your help with..."
"Uh..."
"Oh yeah, my lawn needs to be mowed, I promised Daniel I'd help him archive all of his video footage from all of the planets we've been to..."
"No, Sam. Please. No," he begged.
"Then I told Cassie I'd take her to the mall to get her belly button pierced..." Sam continued as they headed down the hall.
"Saaam..."
"What?" she asked innocently as he punched the elevator button rather harder than was necessary. "You know what they say about payback."