Registered: Nov 2001
Location: Topeka, KS, USA
fic: comfort measures
Title- Comfort Measures
E-Mail - [email protected]
Category- Missing Scene, episode Tag, smarm
Archive Heliopolis, Stargatefan, Comfort Zone, Anyone who wants it, please let me know
Spoilers ? Desperate Measures big time, little for Ascension, Fire and Water, Serpents Venom, In the Line of Duty, Red sky, very vague ones for 1969 & 2010
Content Warning- Nothing too bad
Summary- Desperate Measures just ended too soon is all.
Disclaimer Stargate Sg-1 and its characters are the property of Stargate (II) Productions, Showtime/Viacom, MGM/UA, Double Secret Productions, and Gekko Productions. This story is for entertainment purposes only and no money exchanged hands. No copyright infringement is intended. The original characters, situations, and story are the property of the author. This story may not be posted elsewhere without the consent of the author.
Note- I know I already wrote one tag for Desperate Measures but this idea just would not leave me alone. Our guys needed some nice warm and fuzzy moments. And this is my attempt to give them some.
Read on, enjoy and feel free to tell me what you think.
Jack tried to shift into a more comfortable position. It wasn?t working. Damn it felt like a mule had kicked him. Ok more like a 9mm slug, close enough. He took a second to thank whatever little bit of paranoia that had made him put on a vest and to wonder if he?d been doing this too long if he could tell the caliber of bullet from how much it hurt.
From where the pain was originating from that son of a bitch had to have shot him square in the back. He had a funny feeling without the vest a piece of his spine would be missing right about now.
?Just how tough would it be to put sleeves on these things?? he asked Sam, more to take his mind off the fact that he was lying face down in a puddle with blood running down his arm than a real desire for conversation. ?I mean I don?t want to waddle around like the Doughboy but for Pete?s sake I?m sick of being poked fulla holes.?
Not getting a response he pushed himself up a bit on his elbows and turned his head towards Carter who was still kneeling beside him. In the dim light he could see that her eyes were closed and she was breathing rapidly. Something was wrong; he just knew that something was wrong. ?Carter?? He ignored the pain in his wounded arm and grabbed her hand that was braced against the ground. He felt her hand tense under his then go totally limp as she passed out, collapsing to the damp surface in a soundless heap. ?Son of a?Carter!? He grabbed for her wrist, grateful when he felt the faint pulse.
Ignoring the roaring pain in his back he rolled to his side, fumbling for the radio she?d let fall. ?Daniel!? he barked into the device studying his second. She looked like she was simply asleep her eyes closed and her mouth slightly open. Just like she?d looked back on Volia when she?d passed out after Orlin had gotten too touchy feely. Despite himself, his eyes darted, searching for a nice glow in the dark alien he could blame this on.
?Jack? What?s wrong??
?Carter just passed out or something, get down here,? he ordered, letting go of Sam?s wrist and wrapping his fingers around the pistol laying loosely in her other hand. There could very well be a snakehead lurking in the shadowy corners of the tunnel. A goa?uld that could have a field day with two relatively helpless humans.
?Ok. We?re almost there. Just don?t shoot us,? Daniel answered. Jack didn?t even take time to think about how Daniel knew he now had the gun.
?Yeah, just hurry up.? Jack let go of the radio and grabbed Sam?s wrist again his fingers feeling for her pulse. Damn, what the hell had he been thinking, dragging her down here goa?uld hunting? God only knew what those two morons had been doing to her the last week. Sure she?d said she was fine, she?d also said she was fine when she?d come back from Nasyia with a snake in her head. Actually he knew exactly what he?d been thinking. The alternatives were to either leave her with Maybourne or with the two assholes that had been doing god only knows what for the last week. All things considered she, and they, were safer if she was with him.
He squinted his eyes, trying to focus better in the dim light as he searched for any obvious signs of abuse. On the surface she looked fine, but he needed no education on just how inhumane man could act towards its fellow man or woman. Sometimes the worst abuse wasn?t physical.
?Jack?? he heard Daniel call as a flashlight beam crept around the corner.
?Over here.? Jack uncocked the pistol and set it down, carefully pointing it away. Daniel led Teal?c and a pair of paramedics into the tunnels.
?Jack?? O?Neill pointed at Sam indicating that the paramedics check her out first. ?What happened??
?She just keeled over and passed out,? he reported as one of the medics squatted by him checking his still bleeding arm.
?Yeah, we got that part. How about you??
?I got shot Daniel,? Jack ground out as the medic oh so gently poked and prodded his arm. ?You digging for gold?? he asked the man, who ignored him.
?They?re just doing their jobs. Who shot you??
?I didn?t see.?
?Mike, what you got?? The medic checking out Sam asked his partner.
?Through and through in the right bicep,? He said wrapping a small pressure bandage around Jack?s arm. He then grabbed Jack?s wrist and checked his pulse. ?Did you lose consciousness?? he asked.
?I don?t think so. What about her??
The medic looked over to his partner who shook his head slightly. ?Nothing that we can see. We?ll take you both in.?
?We need to go to McChord Base Hospital,? Jack insisted.
?Sir, we don?t transport there.?
?You do now. I?m a colonel in the US Air Force, she?s a major. We go there,? Jack ordered. All it would take was one blood test and the SGC would have another can of worms to deal with.
?Fine whatever. Mike, help me out here.? The two paramedics lifted Sam and gently placed her on the gurney, covering her with a blanket and securing the belts.
?You want to walk or will you wait for us to get back?? Mike asked Jack.
?I?ll wait for the next one. Murray, you stay with Carter.? The Jaffa nodded and followed the two men back down the tunnel.
Jack slumped a bit, resting his head on his good arm. ?What?s wrong?? Daniel asked.
?I?m just not in the mood to climb those stairs.?
?Right. Now the truth,? his friend demanded.
Jack sighed. ?The slug hit my back?my legs are sorta?numb,? he admitted grudgingly.
?Numb?? Daniel?s voice rose.
?I think it?s just the shock but?numb,? Jack said closing his eyes, a note of resignation in his voice.
Daniel jerked awake with a start. He ran his fingers through his hair and sighed. A glance at the watch confirmed that it was early evening. Wait; was his watch on Colorado or Seattle time? He couldn?t remember. The flight out had been such a flurry of information and the studying of e-mailed floor plans that he honestly couldn?t recall if he reset his watch.
Aah well, what?s an hour; he shrugged, looking at the figure in the bed. She was still out of it, or maybe simply asleep. He didn?t know for sure.
Of course, given what the doctor at the base hospital had told him, he half expected her to sleep for another week or so. Severe hypo-glycemia had been the diagnosis, along with dehydration and a veritable laundry list of sedatives swimming in her blood stream.
He felt a surge of anger at the pair of doctors who?d done this to his friend. For a minute he wished the military had had jurisdiction so the two ?doctors? would be in their custody instead of civilian authorities. He was no lawyer but he had a funny feeling that there would be no charges pressed. The main reason for Sam?s kidnapping seemed to be Jolinar and the changes wrought by the symbiote. A symbiote whose very existence was classified. And that need to keep the secret would outweigh the need for justice. Hell the way things worked those two guys would likely be offered jobs are Area 51. His blood boiled at the whole unfairness of it all.
A rustling of the starched cotton sheets drew his attention to the bed as Sam awoke with a start, sitting upright and frantically scanning the room, an unfamiliar look of fear on her face.
?It?s ok. It?s ok. You?re safe at McChord Base Hospital. It?s ok.? He shot from his chair and grabbed her arms, making her look at him.
?Daniel?? she gasped, frowning.
?Yeah. You?re ok. You?re in McChord Base Hospital,? he repeated.
?McChord?Seattle? What the hell am I doing in Seattle??
?The aah?the bad guys. You passed out in the tunnel. Remember?? he prodded.
She slumped and plopped back down on the pillows. ?Right.? She pulled up her left arm decorated with an IV.
?You were dehydrated and your blood sugar was practically non-existent. Not to mention whatever drugs they used, I can?t pronounce them,? he reported. ?There?s a few bruises, but nothing permanent.? He didn?t add the other examinations that the doctors performed, the ones proving that a few non-consensual tests were all they?d done to her. He hadn?t missed the profound looks of relief that passed over Jack and Teal?c?s faces. He knew if those men had violated their friend they?d likely be dead now, no matter whose custody they were in.
?How?s the colonel?? she asked, running her hand through her tousled hair.
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