Title: Volumes In Silence
Author: Wonderland
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: Don’t own ‘em, wish I did, you know who does, yadda, yadda, yadda
Summary: Scenes from the infirmary, team friendship
Season/Spoiler info: none.
Volumes In Silence
“And then Jack said, ‘Well, it must be
cuneiform, then.’ I mean, can you believe it? He’s trying to tell me,
me of all people, how to translate a language? I know, I know! That’s the same
thing I said to him. I mean, anyone with eyes could see it’s Akkadian, probably
Eastern Semitic, judging by the tokens I found. So, if I can just find the
pattern, it would be simple to…”
“Dr. Jackson, Dr. Fraiser said to
remind you that it’s late.”
“Oh, sorry. How late is late?”
“It’s eleven thirty. You should go
home, get some rest.”
“I’ll just bunk on base tonight, you
know, just in case.”
“Well, just don’t let Dr. Fraiser catch
you.”
“Thanks, Nancy.”
*
“Anyway, Bart gets this really
brilliant idea that he can skip school and not get caught. What he didn’t know
was that Homer had called in sick and was hiding out, too. Now, here comes the
good part…”
“Colonel O’Neill.”
“Oh, sorry, am I in the way?”
“If you’d just step outside for a few
minutes, we just need to check his vitals. Why don’t you get some breakfast?
The commissary should still be serving for the next few minutes.”
“Okay, I guess I could. Oh, by the way,
what time did you chase Daniel out of here last night?”
“Sir?”
“And I know he swore you to secrecy. So
I’m just going to casually point out the stripes on my sleeve. None of which
Dr. Jackson has…so?”
“Eleven thirty, sir.”
“Hmm, that’s what I thought. I’ll swing
by his lab and wake him up. Call us if…?”
“Of course, sir.”
*
“Let me see his chart again, Marion.”
“Yes, Dr. Fraiser.”
“Hmmm.”
“I know, ma’am, no change. Do you
think…?”
“I think as long as he’s alive there’s
still hope.”
“To be honest, ma’am, I’m more worried
about the rest of SG-1. If Teal’c doesn’t make it…”
“I know, Marion. I’ve been trying to
approach the subject gently, but, well, you know how they are.”
“I do, ma’am. Oh, good afternoon, Major
Carter.”
“Hi, Marion, Janet. How’s he looking
today?”
“There’s no change, Sam.”
“But he’s not getting any worse,
right?”
“No, he’s still holding his own.”
“Then that’s good news. So, Teal’c,
here’s what I’ve been working on.”
*
“And I finished the translation for
P7R-7790. Oh, shit, damn! I just printed this off…”
“Dr. Jackson, can I help?”
“Oh, sorry, I just spilled my coffee
all over everything. I didn’t burn him, did I?”
“No, looks like the worst damage is
your notes.”
“Luckily, I have the originals on my
computer.”
“Oh, your hand! Looks like you might
have burned it, let me…”
“I’m fine, it’s nothing, really.”
“It’s a burn and it needs to be
treated.”
“I said I was fine. Thank you for your concern
but…”
“I’m sorry, but that’s going to need
something on it. That coffee must have been extremely hot.”
“I don’t need…would you please not
touch me?”
“What’s wrong here? I could hear the
two of you in my office.”
“Nothing’s wrong! I just spilled a
little coffee, that’s all.”
“Dr. Jackson, you’d do well to watch
your tone while addressing me in my infirmary.”
“God, I’m sorry! I just..it’s just a
little burn.”
“I’ll be the judge of that. Louise,
please record Teal’c’s vitals. Dr. Jackson, come with me. Right, sit down and
let me look at your arm.”
“It doesn’t hurt.”
“Maybe not right now, but it’s going to
hurt and bad. Daniel, that has to be a second degree burn. How hot was that
coffee?”
“I just zapped it in the microwave.
Honestly, it’s not bad. I’m sorry I yelled at Louise.”
“And me?”
“And you. It’s just that it’s Teal’c
and it’s been four days and he isn’t…he isn’t…he can’t…”
“Okay, up you go. Come on, nice and
easy, sit down over there and I’ll shut the door so you can have some privacy.”
“I’m not going to cry or anything.”
“You might want to tell your eyelashes
that. Here, now wipe them up, there’s a good boy.”
“It’s just…”
“I know, Daniel, I know. I know you’re
scared and upset and it’s okay to express those emotions.”
“Yeah, I don’t see anyone else bawling
all over Teal’c.”
“Colonel O’Neill broke the string on
his favorite yo-yo and he cursed a blue streak.”
“Oh, no! Not…not Bart?”
“Afraid so. He tried to tell me that’s
why he was swearing. And Sam was so upset that she dropped one of her best
calculators.”
“One of her…? Why would you need more
than one calculator?”
“I have no idea. I only use mine to
balance my checkbook, I’m not trying to figure out how to circumnavigate an
entire solar system.”
“Circumnavigate? You’ve been at the
dictionary again, haven’t you? And are you trying to distract me?”
“See, you didn’t even notice that I
fixed that burn right up. And because I know you’re in pain…”
“Oh, no, I don’t need a shot.”
“It’s not a shot, it’s a sedative.”
“It’s still a needle. And I don’t
need…ouch, that hurt.”
“Don’t be such a baby, just rub it,
you’ll be fine. I’ll even put a band-aid on it. Do you want Barney or
Spiderman?”
“Neither one.”
“You can wipe that pout off your face,
young man.”
“Isn’t there something in the
Hippocratic oath about sedating patients against their will?”
“I had my fingers crossed when I
recited that part. Okay, now you have about fifteen minutes before you conk
out. I’m sending a nurse to get you settled in a bunk room.”
“Um…can you not send Louise? I think
she’s still pissed at me.”
“How about I send Joe?”
“That’s okay. About Teal’c…you’ll let
me know if…?”
“I’ll come wake you up myself. Now try
to get some sleep, I promise everything will look better in the morning.”
“Thanks, Janet.”
“You’re welcome, now scoot along.”
*
“Louise, anything to report?”
“Vitals have picked up a bit, ma’am.”
“That’s what I like to hear. We might
have some good news for the rest of SG-1.”
“About last night, I’d like to
apologize for arguing with Dr. Jackson.”
“Not your fault. He was upset and he
took it out on you.”
“Still, he didn’t come back last
night…”
“That’s because I sedated him and sent
his ass off to bed. Where it should have been four days ago. He’ll be fine
after he’s gotten his nap out. Isn’t your shift over?”
“Fifteen minutes ago, ma’am, I just
wanted to check on Teal’c one last time.”
*
“Dr. Fraiser.”
“Good morning, General, I was just
about to call you. Our patient is showing some signs of improvement.”
“Excellent news, Dr. However, I noticed
Dr. Jackson didn’t sign out again last night.”
“That’s because he’s asleep in one of
the bunk rooms, sir.’
“I’ve always appreciated your sneaky
nature, Dr. Fraiser.”
“And who was it that left word at the
gate that Colonel O’Neill and Sam weren’t to be readmitted to base until after
noon today?”
“Just heading them off at the pass, so
to speak. Please let me know when Teal’c wakes up, Dr.”
“Of course, sir.”
*
“And then, as I understand it, Colonel
O’Neill threw quite the fit before he was escorted back to his truck.”
“Dr. Fraiser.”
“Teal’c! Welcome back, you are
definitely a sight for sore eyes. How are you feeling?”
“I am fine, Dr. Fraiser.”
“Well, your vitals are improving, I’d
say you’re on the road to recovery. I just need to make a quick phone call.”
“Dr. Fraiser, if you intend to rouse Daniel
Jackson, perhaps it would be better for all concerned if you wait until he
has…gotten his nap out.”
“Okay, Teal’c, but you’re going to have
to deal with the aftermath when he finds out why I didn’t call him as I
promised.”
“I am well equipped to handle Daniel
Jackson. If you wish to contact O’Neill, I would have no objection.”
“Okay, how about you just lie there and
let us check you out. Then I’ll call the colonel and Sam. And let them know not
to disturb Daniel.”
“I am in your debt.”
“You don’t know the half of it, Teal’c.
Shane, can you record Teal’c’s vitals for me? Thank you.”
“Okay, Teal’c, just gonna get the old
blood pressure. I understand you’ve been out of it for like four days. You’ve
really missed some excitement. SG-12 misspoke a tribal greeting on PT-something
or other and ended up with some darts in really interesting places. SG-3 tried
to…”