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TITLE: Drowsy Drowsy The headache went away after she took the pills.Another mission, another injury. Janet doctored her with exasperated tenderness, and ordered her home in the care of one of her team-mates. Teal'c was out of the question, Daniel skived off to do some translation, the Colonel drew the short straw. While he went to collect his bits and pieces, Janet handed Sam the pain meds. "You stay home and in bed for the next twenty-four hours, okay?" "Yes, Doc." Her tone of voice didn't impress her friend. "Cassie and I will be over tomorrow morning to check on you, of course." "Looking forward to it." "Oh, and take these pills now. Just so I know you at least got your first dose." She huffed with mock-exasperation, but Janet was resolute. And by the time the Colonel came to collect her, Sam felt pleasantly hazy, like a city in the fog. Instead of harsh edges and cold glass, the world around her had a tinted blur to it, tainting her perceptions with comfortable softness. They meandered up to the surface in silence, her hands tucked deeply in her jacket pockets, his hands tucked deeply in his. "So I guess you'll be more careful about headbanging the natives, Carter?" "Mm-hmm. Sir." She nearly forgot his mode of address. And she mustn't forget that. The truck was cold at first, but her body heat soon warmed up the chair, and his body heat soon warmed up the cabin. She decided he was useful for more than just giving orders. Good for him. As they drove down the mountain, Sam realised he was speaking. He was saying something and she was listening - but not to his words. Grumbling something about Maybourne - or maybe it was Makepeace. Hmm? It had been a long time since she'd seen Makepeace around the base?several years at least... His voice drawled on, lovely and low and sweet in her ears. When he got angry or irritated, his voice developed an edge, but the voice he was presently using was soothing. Very pleasant. She propped her elbow up on the window ledge, and leaned her temple against her palm. An inch away, the world outside was cold, but she was nice and warm and quite content in the truck cabin. If there'd been space, or if she'd been home, instead of in a friend's truck driving home, she would have kicked her shoes off and curled her feet up under her, rather like Schroedinger used to do before she'd given him to Narim. "Carter?" He'd realised she wasn't listening to him, and was intently at her, a slight frown crossing his face. "Carter, is everything okay?" She smiled faintly at him and shut her eyes. "Yes, sir." And drowsed off. * |
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