Teal'c shifted uncomfortably in the hard infirmary chair. Four days. Four days since they had got back. Four days in which Major Carter had still not regained consciousness.
Janet smiled as she saw the stoic Jaffa, solemnly sitting beside the bed, back ramrod straight. At least one of SG1 had been with her since she had been comatose. She turned and started to head towards her office when a cry Teal'c caused her pause.
'Teal'c?' The voice was so thin and husky, she almost missed it. When she pivoted round she saw the gargantuan man leaning over his teammate. She quickly strode over to see the Major rapidly blinking, while Teal'c grasped her hand, beaming.
'Call Colonel O'Neill and Doctor Jackson' she barked at the airman waiting by the door, before putting her attention completely on the woman in front of her.
Sam waited for her vision to become clear and tried to sort the mist in her mind at the same time. She felt tired and sore, but the exhausting cloud that had seemed to be choking her these past few weeks. She wanted to speak and ask what had happened, but her throat felt like sand paper. She weakly smiled in gratitude as Janet gave her ice cubes, savouring the cool feeling as they slid down her throat.
Jack and Daniel sprinted down to the infirmary as soon as they heard the news, knocking over several airmen on the way. When he reached Sam beside Daniel Stopped so abruptly that Jack crashed into him, sending both forward onto Sam's bed.
'Hey sir.'
'Hey yourself Carter' Jack gave a token wave and pushed himself off the bed, rearranging himself next to Daniel. 'How ya doing?'
'M'ok. You got away from the gould?' Normally Sam pronounced the name properly, but today the slur that the others used was easier to her fraught brain.
'Yeah, thanks to you Sam. These visions could come in useful' Daniel was surprised when slowly Sam shook her head.
'No. Feels'different now. No more sights' Her voice was shaky and faint, but insistent. Daniel was about to ask how when Janet spoke.
'She might be right. The MRI's I took shows her brain activities back to normal, before this entire escapade. If it was being shot twice with the zat, then *maybe* being shot twice with the zat reversed it.'
'Maybe?'
'I don't know Colonel; this is all pretty new ground. It's all speculation.'
'D'n't matter' Janet patted her friends hand one last time before leaving to check on another patient.
SG1 closed in their ranks surrounding their downed member. She looked small and pale, dwarfed in the hospital bed and swarmed with IV lines and monitors. Her eyes were starting to close again and her mind began drift back to oblivion.
'Carter' the colonels' voice snapped her back to reality. 'You shouldn't have come after us. You could be court martialed, for crying out loud!'
She shook her head 's'worth it' As if she would have left them to die.
'And Colonel, I can safely say the Major will not be going up on charges for this' So enraptured by their teammate, nobody had noticed the General enter 'we can hardly blame her for actions taken while under the influence of an unknown alien phenomena' Sam smiled at her psuedo uncle
''anks'
'I hope you recover soon Major' He turned to leave, smiling at his now reunited flagship team. 'And gentlemen; I think Doctor Fraiser would appreciate it if her patient was allowed to rest'
With one last bow to Sam Teal'c departed from her side, satisfied his friend would once again be well. Daniel squeezed her hand before following Teal'c. Jack just smiled.
Sam smiled back. She'd be ok. It might take some time more; being able to know the future was unnerving to say the least, but it would come. With her team around her it would be easy.
'Sir' Jack stopped and spun round to face his major again. 'This time, I heard you' and with that Sam slipped into a deep, dreamless slumber.
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And that's a wrap people. Now wasn't that a nice nauseating ending? Unfortunately complementary sick bags are not provided!
And for my own piece of sappyness can I just say a BIG thank you to anybody who posted a review – it really is easier to write when you know people are actually reading your stuff and bothering to review it, no matter how pants it is.