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CHAPTER 1I’m gonna kill Jack,
Jon thought to himself for the fiftieth time that day. And it wasn’t even noon yet. And Daniel’s gonna be next!
The two men had been hovering over him for the past two days since they’d gotten back from Cascade. There was absolutely no question of being able to rest comfortably in his usual bed in Jack’s cabin, either. Oh no, instead, he was holed up here in the SGC, under the damn mountain, and had two grown men playing nursemaid-slash-bodyguard. They were driving him freakin’ nuts! And Sam and Teal’c were smirking at the Mother Hens, enjoying themselves at his expense!
Jon took out his frustrations playing Halo on the X-Box 360, alternately imagining his targets with greying or brown hair.
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“Carter!” came a yell from the door to the office.
“You bellowed, Sir?” asked Samantha Carter, looking up from her computer.
“Funny. Just tell me what you've found.”
“Well, pretty much what we expected. The NID disavows all knowledge of the 'rogue agents' operations and deeply regrets the incident. Someone covered up their tracks pretty thoroughly, Sir. The good news is that whatever fried those computers at that research facility seems to have destroyed any data that was transmitted as well as what was onsite. It was a pretty nasty looking virus, but fortunately it seems to have had very limited goals or else it might be spreading still.”
Jack thought Sam sounded like she admired whoever had done it. He thought about telling her that the hacker was some sort of animal spirit, but while it was an entertaining thought, he didn't want to have to deal with the whole “magic's impossible” meltdown. Not that he didn't agree with her, but he didn't have any other explanation at the moment.
“So, basically, the NID is getting off scot free again, is what you're telling me?” Jack said with a grimace.
“Well, those agents are going to jail, but, yes, we can't pin anything on the NID itself. Sorry Sir,” she said apologetically.
He ran a hand through his hair and sighed in frustration. “Not your fault Sam.”
“So how is Jon doing?”
“That reminds me, I gotta go check on him and bring him some of that blue jello.” And he quickly left. Sam just smirked, and went to visit Jon for herself.
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“Jack, I don't want any more jello-” Jon protested, and pushed the bowl away from him.
“Nonsense, it's blue! Who doesn't love blue jello? Come on, you need to get your strength up,” Jack pushed the bowl back across the tray on Jon's lap.
Jon heard a knock on the door. “Come in!” Sam walked in, barely hiding her amusement.
“Hi Jon, how are you feeling today?” she asked.
“I'm fine! Ask Janet, she wouldn't have let me out of the infirmary if I wasn't!” Jon said heatedly.
Walking in behind Sam, Dr. Janet Frasier said, “I heard that. And while I let you out of the infirmary, since the hospital at Cascade did a good job patching you up, it was with the express instructions that you get some rest!”
“Whoa, don't glare at me Doc! Jack's the one that's been pestering me every 10 minutes, and if it isn't him it's Daniel! 'Have some jello', 'let me fluff your pillow', 'can i help you to the bathroom' – fer cryin' out loud, make 'em stop! I can't take it anymore!” Jon begged.
Sam and Janet had to restrain themselves from laughing. Jack just had this sheepish yet stubborn look on his face, as if he was embarrassed to be caught caring so much, but was determined that no one would prevent him from doing what he was doing.
“Come on Sir,” Sam said, taking Jack by the arm, “let's you and me go find Daniel and have a little talk.” Jon shot a grateful look at her, as they walked out.
“So Doc, what can I do for ya?” She pulled out a needle, and he groaned. “Gah, taking or giving?”
“Giving. It's time for your painkiller. No arguments, I know the signs of an O'Neill in pain, oh cranky one.”
“So who's arguing?” and he sighed in relief and sank back onto his bunk. Janet gently brushed the hair out of his eyes, as he slipped into sleep, then put the untouched tray on the nightstand. Then she lowered the lights and closed the door, nodding to the Airmen guarding it, and went back to her infirmary.
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