SG-1 Ficlet: With Benefits
Mar. 19th, 2008 01:49 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
andverygingerTitle: With Benefits
Fandom: SG-1
Disclaimer: They're not mine. Really. I'm just borrowing your Humvee. Oh wait. Wrong movie...
Rating: K+, for innuendo
Summary: O'Neill suffers a mishap while learning to use a "valuable piece of tactical equipment." (Out of the gutters, gals. That's for later...) (S/J implied.)
Notes: Posted in response to a prompt by![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
padawan_aneiki for Sam/Jack and an unexpected trip to the hospital. Hope this meets with approval, dearie!
***
Doctor Barbara McCray leant against the counter in the consultation room, clipboard balanced against her hip as she scrawled the time and date across the top of the appropriate form. She adjusted her glasses as she looked up. “Name?”
“O’Neill. Jack. Ah, with two ‘l’s.”
McCray chuckled. “With two ‘l’s. Got it.” Gesturing to the leg O’Neill had propped on the examination table, she asked, “That the reason you’ve come to see me today?”
“It’s probably just a sprain –“
“A sprain doesn’t swell up to the size of a soccer ball.”
The doctor looked to the trim blonde standing next to him. As she watched, the blonde folded her arm across her chest. She turned to McCray. “It’s probably broken.”
“Well, we’ll just have to take a look, won’t we?” Setting aside the clipboard after making a few more notes, McCray moved toward the examination table. She removed the large ice pack that had been shielding the injured joint from view. The discoloration and swelling made her grimace; it couldn’t be comfortable.
O’Neill’s attention was drawn to the blonde beside him. “I’ve had worse.”
“From the field,” the woman replied. “I’d hardly call this in the line of duty.”
“Well, I was learning how to use that little hand-held GP-thingy.”
“It’s called a GPS.”
O’Neill waved her off. “Whatever. I was still learning to use a valuable piece of tactical equipment.”
“On the roof.”
He nodded. “On the roof.”
At this, McCray paused in her examination. She turned her confused expression on to her patient. “On the roof?”
“I was getting signal interference from the – Ow!” O’Neill stopped mid-sentence as McCray prodded an exceptionally sore spot on the top-right side of his foot, near the ankle. “Easy there, doc.” He looked back to the blonde. "I can't help that the roof was a little...slippery."
McCray pursed her lips. “Well,” she said, removing her latex gloves, “I think you’re both right. I won’t know for certain until we get your x-rays, but I’d say this is probably what we’d call a severe sprain – involves both tissue damage and a possible chipped bone.” She scribbled a few notes on her clipboard. “I’m going to have one of the nurses bring in an aircast for Mr. O’Neill. Mrs. O’Neill, if you’d see that he –“
“Oh, no. I’m not –“
“Oh, I’m sorry, ma’am. The way you two were talking, I –“ The doctor blushed slightly, clearing her throat. “What was your name?”
“Carter -- Sam.”
“Well, Sam, if you’d see that your friend gets plenty of rest over the next few days, stays off that foot for a while, his recovery should be fairly quick.” She looked from the chart to Carter. “I’ll be back in a few minutes, after I’ve taken a quick peek at the x-rays.”
Closing the door behind her, Barbara was confused as she heard a chuckle emerging from the other side.
“My friend, eh, Carter?”
“Don’t go there, sir.”
“Why not?”
“Not unless you want to walk home.”
“Ah, right.” He paused. “This mean our fishing trip this weekend is canceled?”
“Not on your life.”
Shaking her head, McCray moved back toward the small radiology lab. Strange, that pair. Still, fishing would probably be just the right activity for the injured O’Neill. It might even take his mind off the pain.
Ah, if only she knew what we know...
Fandom: SG-1
Disclaimer: They're not mine. Really. I'm just borrowing your Humvee. Oh wait. Wrong movie...
Rating: K+, for innuendo
Summary: O'Neill suffers a mishap while learning to use a "valuable piece of tactical equipment." (Out of the gutters, gals. That's for later...) (S/J implied.)
Notes: Posted in response to a prompt by
padawan_aneiki for Sam/Jack and an unexpected trip to the hospital. Hope this meets with approval, dearie!***
Doctor Barbara McCray leant against the counter in the consultation room, clipboard balanced against her hip as she scrawled the time and date across the top of the appropriate form. She adjusted her glasses as she looked up. “Name?”
“O’Neill. Jack. Ah, with two ‘l’s.”
McCray chuckled. “With two ‘l’s. Got it.” Gesturing to the leg O’Neill had propped on the examination table, she asked, “That the reason you’ve come to see me today?”
“It’s probably just a sprain –“
“A sprain doesn’t swell up to the size of a soccer ball.”
The doctor looked to the trim blonde standing next to him. As she watched, the blonde folded her arm across her chest. She turned to McCray. “It’s probably broken.”
“Well, we’ll just have to take a look, won’t we?” Setting aside the clipboard after making a few more notes, McCray moved toward the examination table. She removed the large ice pack that had been shielding the injured joint from view. The discoloration and swelling made her grimace; it couldn’t be comfortable.
O’Neill’s attention was drawn to the blonde beside him. “I’ve had worse.”
“From the field,” the woman replied. “I’d hardly call this in the line of duty.”
“Well, I was learning how to use that little hand-held GP-thingy.”
“It’s called a GPS.”
O’Neill waved her off. “Whatever. I was still learning to use a valuable piece of tactical equipment.”
“On the roof.”
He nodded. “On the roof.”
At this, McCray paused in her examination. She turned her confused expression on to her patient. “On the roof?”
“I was getting signal interference from the – Ow!” O’Neill stopped mid-sentence as McCray prodded an exceptionally sore spot on the top-right side of his foot, near the ankle. “Easy there, doc.” He looked back to the blonde. "I can't help that the roof was a little...slippery."
McCray pursed her lips. “Well,” she said, removing her latex gloves, “I think you’re both right. I won’t know for certain until we get your x-rays, but I’d say this is probably what we’d call a severe sprain – involves both tissue damage and a possible chipped bone.” She scribbled a few notes on her clipboard. “I’m going to have one of the nurses bring in an aircast for Mr. O’Neill. Mrs. O’Neill, if you’d see that he –“
“Oh, no. I’m not –“
“Oh, I’m sorry, ma’am. The way you two were talking, I –“ The doctor blushed slightly, clearing her throat. “What was your name?”
“Carter -- Sam.”
“Well, Sam, if you’d see that your friend gets plenty of rest over the next few days, stays off that foot for a while, his recovery should be fairly quick.” She looked from the chart to Carter. “I’ll be back in a few minutes, after I’ve taken a quick peek at the x-rays.”
Closing the door behind her, Barbara was confused as she heard a chuckle emerging from the other side.
“My friend, eh, Carter?”
“Don’t go there, sir.”
“Why not?”
“Not unless you want to walk home.”
“Ah, right.” He paused. “This mean our fishing trip this weekend is canceled?”
“Not on your life.”
Shaking her head, McCray moved back toward the small radiology lab. Strange, that pair. Still, fishing would probably be just the right activity for the injured O’Neill. It might even take his mind off the pain.
Ah, if only she knew what we know...