Stargate SG-1 Fanfic
Title: Circumstance
Summary: Carter and Fraiser have a chat, post Hathor-incident.
Word Count: 1,130
Spoilers: Everything up to the episode 'Hathor' in season one. So... not much.
Fortunately for the personnel at Stargate Command, Hathor didn't seem particularly interested in returning. At least, the gate didn't randomly dial and the safety of the base seemed less and less of a concern as the hours ticked away. As well, the entire fiasco was met with minimal injury. Teal'c had a couple bullet wounds, and Fraiser took one through the elbow, but the former would heal in days and the latter had nothing about which to worry. Sure, the whole thing was weird, but eventually they'd all be able to look back on it and laugh.
Unfortunately, there were reports to write, even if no one set foot offworld. Well, except for her, but she didn't count, Carter thought to herself. Five cups of coffee later after sitting down, and, for once, she'd made no headway at all. The nearly blank document remained a bare outlined skeleton. Her summary consisted of the phrase 'At approximately thirteen hundred hours.'
It wasn't everyday that a Goa'uld queen took over one of the most secure facilities on earth. With ease.
Shoving her half-drained sixth cup of coffee aside, Captain Carter closed her laptop and stretched her legs out as far as possible under the table. She slid down in the chair a little, arms reaching out behind her momentarily before she slumped, rolled her eyes, and finally decided that a break from staring at the computer screen probably wouldn't kill her. What better place to go than the infirmary to check up on the injured? It probably also wouldn't hurt to see if the airmen they'd incapacitated during the whole... situation... were recovering, as well.
Of course, the longer she stayed away from General Hammond, the better.
Though the halls were dimmed at night, and staffed with minimal security, people still busied themselves therein. Sometimes it seemed like the SGC never shut itself off, which would certainly be an accurate assessment. Someone always stayed in the control room, someone always manned the weapons stores, there were always people watching the security feed. And, of course, the medical staff in the infirmary never slept.
The first thing she saw when she arrived was Fraiser sitting on the nearest bed, arm in a sling, laptop open in front of her, as she tried to write her own version of what the hell happened. The doctor looked up when Carter entered, appearing fairly relieved for the distraction. Her good arm ceased typing, reached up, and closed the computer. "If you're here to visit Teal'c," she said, "He's over on the other side, past the critical care room."
Carter shrugged. She knew her Jaffa friend would be fine, and she'd definitely visit him tonight. "How're you doing, Doc?"
Fraiser definitely looked somewhat overwhelmed. She took a deep breath, held it, decided not to say what she was going to say, and just shook her head. "I'm used to taking bullets out of people," was where she finally settled.
"First time being shot?" Carter asked, unable to help a bit of a smile.
Fraiser responded, "You could tell."
"Actually, I couldn't. Not at first, anyway." Grabbing a stool, she set it down next to Fraiser's bed. "You handled yourself pretty well. Everyone did, considering."
"One of the nurses told me to stop whining." Fraiser chuckled a little, opening the laptop again. Carter craned her neck to look at the file, which looked about as blank as her own. "And since then, I've been trying to keep myself busy. But I can't leave, and I can't see to the other patients. I think that whole invasion has me thinking about going into active field duty. With the running around and all... Not that I'd be good at it, but anything's better than sitting at the moment."
Confused, Carter asked, "How long are they keeping you here?"
"Tomorrow morning."
Carter laughed. To be fair, she did know the high that came from a successful mission, and while she'd learned to temper that over the years she'd been active in the Air Force, she remembered a time when it was hard to sleep at night. Hell, she still had trouble sleeping at night. And the first time she went through the Stargate, she didn't sleep for almost a week. "I kind of always figured it was just the realization that you're still alive. I don't know... I guess that's something to feel good about. You took a bullet, Doctor Fraiser. After that, I'm not surprised you feel like running."
Fraiser smiled. "Actually, I'd just settle for a walk right about now. I have a list of things in my head that I have to do, and sitting here isn't getting them done." She typed the word 'the' before setting the computer aside again. "You're right, though. I feel like if I sleep, I'll be missing something. I thought it was ridiculous. Seriously, look at them." She nodded over to a couple of the airmen they'd knocked out, both of whom were sleeping like babies. "I'm almost jealous."
The doctor leaned back against her pillow, grunting a little as she moved her arm the wrong way. Carter hadn't ever taken a bullet through the elbow before... Not that she'd been shot all that much, but still, she could imagine the pain. Admittedly, there were points during Hathor's invasion that things really seemed completely hopeless, even if everyone knew that they had to keep going, or risk an all-out Goa'uld invasion on earth. Their own men were firing at them, they were still dealing with a relatively new enemy. The odds were against them the whole time. "You know, I think if it hadn't been for you, we'd still be stuck in that room."
"You would have thought of something," Fraiser said, voice somewhat bland. Tired. "I just came up with it first, Captain."
It seemed silly to Carter to continue on with titles when they'd been in a situation where they'd nearly died. Sure, they were both military. Sure, a certain amount of detachment was needed, and respect owed. Even so, was there anything wrong with having friends? She held out her hand. "Sam."
Fraiser was confused for a second, then smiled. She had to turn in the bed a little so she could extend her own hand comfortably to shake Sam's. "Janet."
Sam sat there for awhile, chatting with the doctor as the minutes ticked by. Janet's text file remained almost blank, the airmen continued snoring, the other patients politely tolerated the two women who had more in common than they originally imagined. The Stargate program was crazy, Sam thought to herself as an alarm quietly sounded the fact that morning was approaching. And there was absolutely nothing wrong with having a few people around who could keep you sane.
Summary: Carter and Fraiser have a chat, post Hathor-incident.
Word Count: 1,130
Spoilers: Everything up to the episode 'Hathor' in season one. So... not much.
Fortunately for the personnel at Stargate Command, Hathor didn't seem particularly interested in returning. At least, the gate didn't randomly dial and the safety of the base seemed less and less of a concern as the hours ticked away. As well, the entire fiasco was met with minimal injury. Teal'c had a couple bullet wounds, and Fraiser took one through the elbow, but the former would heal in days and the latter had nothing about which to worry. Sure, the whole thing was weird, but eventually they'd all be able to look back on it and laugh.
Unfortunately, there were reports to write, even if no one set foot offworld. Well, except for her, but she didn't count, Carter thought to herself. Five cups of coffee later after sitting down, and, for once, she'd made no headway at all. The nearly blank document remained a bare outlined skeleton. Her summary consisted of the phrase 'At approximately thirteen hundred hours.'
It wasn't everyday that a Goa'uld queen took over one of the most secure facilities on earth. With ease.
Shoving her half-drained sixth cup of coffee aside, Captain Carter closed her laptop and stretched her legs out as far as possible under the table. She slid down in the chair a little, arms reaching out behind her momentarily before she slumped, rolled her eyes, and finally decided that a break from staring at the computer screen probably wouldn't kill her. What better place to go than the infirmary to check up on the injured? It probably also wouldn't hurt to see if the airmen they'd incapacitated during the whole... situation... were recovering, as well.
Of course, the longer she stayed away from General Hammond, the better.
Though the halls were dimmed at night, and staffed with minimal security, people still busied themselves therein. Sometimes it seemed like the SGC never shut itself off, which would certainly be an accurate assessment. Someone always stayed in the control room, someone always manned the weapons stores, there were always people watching the security feed. And, of course, the medical staff in the infirmary never slept.
The first thing she saw when she arrived was Fraiser sitting on the nearest bed, arm in a sling, laptop open in front of her, as she tried to write her own version of what the hell happened. The doctor looked up when Carter entered, appearing fairly relieved for the distraction. Her good arm ceased typing, reached up, and closed the computer. "If you're here to visit Teal'c," she said, "He's over on the other side, past the critical care room."
Carter shrugged. She knew her Jaffa friend would be fine, and she'd definitely visit him tonight. "How're you doing, Doc?"
Fraiser definitely looked somewhat overwhelmed. She took a deep breath, held it, decided not to say what she was going to say, and just shook her head. "I'm used to taking bullets out of people," was where she finally settled.
"First time being shot?" Carter asked, unable to help a bit of a smile.
Fraiser responded, "You could tell."
"Actually, I couldn't. Not at first, anyway." Grabbing a stool, she set it down next to Fraiser's bed. "You handled yourself pretty well. Everyone did, considering."
"One of the nurses told me to stop whining." Fraiser chuckled a little, opening the laptop again. Carter craned her neck to look at the file, which looked about as blank as her own. "And since then, I've been trying to keep myself busy. But I can't leave, and I can't see to the other patients. I think that whole invasion has me thinking about going into active field duty. With the running around and all... Not that I'd be good at it, but anything's better than sitting at the moment."
Confused, Carter asked, "How long are they keeping you here?"
"Tomorrow morning."
Carter laughed. To be fair, she did know the high that came from a successful mission, and while she'd learned to temper that over the years she'd been active in the Air Force, she remembered a time when it was hard to sleep at night. Hell, she still had trouble sleeping at night. And the first time she went through the Stargate, she didn't sleep for almost a week. "I kind of always figured it was just the realization that you're still alive. I don't know... I guess that's something to feel good about. You took a bullet, Doctor Fraiser. After that, I'm not surprised you feel like running."
Fraiser smiled. "Actually, I'd just settle for a walk right about now. I have a list of things in my head that I have to do, and sitting here isn't getting them done." She typed the word 'the' before setting the computer aside again. "You're right, though. I feel like if I sleep, I'll be missing something. I thought it was ridiculous. Seriously, look at them." She nodded over to a couple of the airmen they'd knocked out, both of whom were sleeping like babies. "I'm almost jealous."
The doctor leaned back against her pillow, grunting a little as she moved her arm the wrong way. Carter hadn't ever taken a bullet through the elbow before... Not that she'd been shot all that much, but still, she could imagine the pain. Admittedly, there were points during Hathor's invasion that things really seemed completely hopeless, even if everyone knew that they had to keep going, or risk an all-out Goa'uld invasion on earth. Their own men were firing at them, they were still dealing with a relatively new enemy. The odds were against them the whole time. "You know, I think if it hadn't been for you, we'd still be stuck in that room."
"You would have thought of something," Fraiser said, voice somewhat bland. Tired. "I just came up with it first, Captain."
It seemed silly to Carter to continue on with titles when they'd been in a situation where they'd nearly died. Sure, they were both military. Sure, a certain amount of detachment was needed, and respect owed. Even so, was there anything wrong with having friends? She held out her hand. "Sam."
Fraiser was confused for a second, then smiled. She had to turn in the bed a little so she could extend her own hand comfortably to shake Sam's. "Janet."
Sam sat there for awhile, chatting with the doctor as the minutes ticked by. Janet's text file remained almost blank, the airmen continued snoring, the other patients politely tolerated the two women who had more in common than they originally imagined. The Stargate program was crazy, Sam thought to herself as an alarm quietly sounded the fact that morning was approaching. And there was absolutely nothing wrong with having a few people around who could keep you sane.