Title: “Infirmary and Commissary Vignette”
Status Complete – Part of “Strength and Courage” series
Category: POV - developing romance
Pairings: Jack and Janet Friendship. Will become a relationship later in the series
Season: 3 - 4
Sequel/Series Info: “Strength and Courage”
CONTENT LEVEL: C
Content Warnings: none
Summary: Observations on the developing friendship between Jack and Janet by infirmary staff
Disclaimer: Stargate SG-1 and its characters are the property of Showtime/Viacom, MGM/UA, Double Secret Productions, and Gekko Productions This story has been written for entertainment purposes only and no money whatsoever has exchanged hands. No copyright infringement is intended. All original characters are my own - yada yada yada - In other words - I don't own these guys. I never will....I just like to play with them now and then.
Feedback: Yes Please. Constructive Criticism to improve my craft is appreciated. Flames are not.
File Size: 36kb
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Author’s Notes: My thanks to Wendy for her beta-read and suggestions. Her help was appreciated. I had to throw in the bit about Jack whistling.
Colonel Jack O’Neill was whistling as he strode through the hallway towards the infirmary. He stuck his head through the door, looking around quickly. It was a quiet day, so the beds were empty, he noticed with satisfaction. It had been almost 3 weeks since Whitman had been killed, and there had been no off-world incidents since then. Jack walked in; looking through the infirmary until he found the person he was seeking slogging through a pile of paperwork on her desk.
“Hey, Doc”. O'Neill called, jauntily leaning against the door-frame. “The kids and I are headed for lunch. Do you want to join us?”
Janet shot the colonel a greeting smile. Her face lit with pleasure at the invitation, but she shook her head. “I’ve got a bit of paper-work that has to be finished before this afternoon.” She grimaced, and waved her hand over the various piles of files on her desk. “No rest for the weary.” Janet moaned. “I’m on a deadline. If I’m done in a reasonable amount of time I’ll drop by the commissary to see if you guys are still there.”
Jack grinned, ruefully, and nodded. He knew what paperwork could be like. He shrugged, and said hopefully, “See you later”, then turned, and left the room.
It didn’t occur to either Jack O’Neill or Janet Frasier that the two were beginning to meet up for a lot of their on-base meals. They had begun to run into each other for a meal or a coffee at least once a day, although rarely without another member of SG1 present.
The two corpsmen stocking the medicine cabinet in the back looked at each other and grinned.
“Did you see that?” Dave Johnson asked, chuckling.
“What?” Matthew Hobbs asked with mock innocence, and raised eyebrows. “You mean, Colonel O’Neill entering the infirmary voluntarily; at a time when Daniel Jackson isn’t in that bed?”
“Honestly?” Johnson asked, serious for a second. “I think they’re fooling themselves. They’re calling it friendship. I don’t think anything else has even dawned on them. But when was the last time you heard Colonel O’Neill whistling?” Johnson asked, incredulously.
Janet left her office with a pile of files. “
It didn’t take long to arrive at the commissary. Inside the door, Janet looked to see if O’Neill and the others were still there. It took very little time to locate the table where the four members of SG1 were just finishing up lunch. Janet smiled as Sam and O’Neill waved her over. She made her way through the line, and joined them, reflecting as she did that this was one of the favourite parts of her day.
Dave Johnson and Matthew Hobbs met in the commissary for breakfast. Their shift began in a half hour, and they were just finishing their scrambled eggs. Johnson leaned back with his cup of coffee, and glanced around the room. He noticed one of the control room guys coming in the door. He had known Stevenson from a previous command, and waved him over.
“Hey, Stevenson.” Johnson called out, raising his cup in greeting. Do you know who’s in the field?”
Stevenson stopped for a moment, and nodded. “Yeah ---I just got off shift. SG17, and 14 are on that geological expedition to the beach planet.” Stevenson grinned.
Johnson and Stevenson nodded in agreement. They had both had to plug in their car the night before.
Johnson said with relief “So they’re the only ones.” He gave a smile to
“What?” Stevenson asked with upraised eyebrows.
Johnson gave a phony laugh. At least, it sounded phony to
Stevenson nodded, distractedly. He had noticed that the rest of his shift half-way through the line, and said. “Yeah, I can see that.” Then, giving it no more thought, he walked over to join the rest of his shift for breakfast.
“I know – Doctor Jackson and Sam Carter are good friends, too. And even Teal’c,” Johnson interjected. Both men were still slightly nervous around the reticent, but ever alert,
Johnson said. “I know the doc is always" -he wondered how to phrase it – “a bit on edge whenever any of the first contact teams heads out. But you know what she is like with SG1 out there."
“Do you think it’s the whole team she worries about?” Johnson asked.
”I think she worries about every team.”
They took their tray to the appropriate area, and marched briskly towards the infirmary.