Green Eggs And Sam
by John O'Connor
Disclaimer:  Stargate SG-1 and its characters are the
property of Stargate (II) Productions, Showtime/Viacom,
 MGM/UA, Double Secret Productions, and Gekko 
Productions. This story is for entertainment purposes
only and no money exchanged hands. No copyright
 infringement is intended. The original characters,
situations, and story are the property of the author.
Rating:  PG-13.
"INCOMING TRAVELER! SECURITY TO THE GATEROOM!"
The words echoed through the subterranean corridors of
the SGC accompanied by the clamor of the warning
klaxon. Air Force security teams in olive-drab
fatigues raced towards the cavernous Gateroom.
General Hammond entered the Command Center from his
office. "Report!" he barked.
Sergeant Harriman glanced up quickly from his console,
"The Gate has been activated, sir. No incoming signal
though."
Hammond eyed the closed iris, the wormhole's shimmer
surrounding it like a corona. Unless a recognition
code was received, the iris would remain closed and
whoever was coming through would be pancaked against
it.
"Sir! It's SG-1! I just received the signal!"
"Open the iris!"
Just as the iris opened with a metallic groan, SG-1
came through. Jack O'Neill was holding Samantha Carter
upright. Daniel Jackson and Teal'c both stood to the
side, concern evident on Jackson's face.
"Sorry about the signal, Sir!" O'Neill shouted up to
the Command Center. "Guess I kinda forgot!" O'Neill
attempted to shrug but Sam's arm over his shoulder
hampered the motion.
"Medical Team to the Gateroom. Doctor Fraiser, you're
needed up here," Hammond said into microphone.
After getting a reply from the Med Center, Hammond
headed down to the Gateroom.
"Major Carter?" he asked as he reached the foot of the
ramp. Looking at O'Neill, he said, "Report, Colonel."
"Well sir, things were going okay. The Geisellans were
great! They fixed this big feast. We're talking big,
General! Food, booze, wom... Anyway, one of the dishes
used a particular type of egg, I found out later."
O'Neill stopped when Janet Fraiser charged into the
room, leading her people.
"Sam!" she yelled. Looking at O'Neill, she asked,
"What happened?"
"I'll be awrigh', lemme go," Sam pushed upright away
from her CO. Swaying for a moment, she turned very
pale and leaned back against O'Neill, emptying her
stomach onto the platform and the colonel's combat
boots.
"Aw, Carter!" O'Neill groaned. "Jeez!"
"Sam, hold on. We'll get you taken care of," Janet
said as she took Sam's shoulders and propelled her out
of the suddenly reeking Gateroom towards the
infirmary.
"Colonel, my office," Hammond said sharply. "And
someone, get that cleaned up."
The rest of SG-1 followed Hammond out of the Gateroom
and up to his office.
* * * * * *
"He-ey, how're you feeling?"
Sam squinted at the bright overhead lights, "Where am
I? What happened?" She realized as soon as she asked
that she was in one of the smaller rooms off the main
Med Center.
"Before you puked on Colonel O'Neill's boots?" Sam
winced as Janet continued, "I have no idea. Yet.
Afterwards, we got you down here, with only a few
spots the HazMat teams are cleaning up, and got you
mildly sedated so you could rest. You've been out for
about six hours now."
"HazMat?" Sam asked in alarm.
"Just a joke, Sam. Don't worry about it," Janet said,
calming her favorite patient. "How's your stomach?"
"Feels wonderful," Sam said sarcastically.
"Well, it doesn't appear to be anything worse than an
allergic reaction." Seeing Sam's questioning look,
Janet sat next to her on the bed. "Seems you ate
something that didn't agree with you..."
"Those damned green eggs!"
"Excuse me? Green eggs?" Janet sidled closer to Sam.
She had heard about the eggs already from the other
members of Sam's team. They were all fine but
apparently Sam started getting woozy before she could
finish even one of the 'eggs' they were served.
"Yeah, some kind of delicacy there. They're not really
eggs but little jade-colored nuts that look like dyed
hardboiled eggs. The 'yolk' was an emerald green. They
were delicious but..."
After lowering the sheet to Sam's waist and pulling
the hospital gown up, Janet gently felt Sam's exposed
stomach, applying slight pressure. "Okay. How's that
feel?" Her hand started to move in a circular manner
on Sam's warm flesh.
"Hmm...better." Janet's touch always made her feel
better. And this was so soothing.
"Were you here all night?" Sam asked.
Janet didn't respond but watched her hand rubbing in
gentle circles on Sam's flat stomach.
"You did! Oh Janet, that's so sweet. But what about
Cass?"
"She's camping, remember?" Janet replied.
Sam placed her hand on Janet's briefly and said,
"Thank you."
Janet smiled lovingly at Sam, "You didn't honestly
think I could go home, did you?"
Sam smiled and her hand returned to her side. Janet
resumed the soft, tender massage.
"So, tell me about these 'eggs' you ate. Did the
colonel and the rest of the team eat them too?" Sam
nodded, confirming what Janet already knew.
"Must've been an allergic reaction then," Janet said
casually. Her eyes bored into Sam's though, the look
making Sam's heart beat faster.
"But, wh...whuuhy didn't Daniel get...ss--ick?" Sam
finally asked. The love and the compassion she saw in
Janet's eyes was very distracting.
"Not everyone is allergic to the same things. Daniel
and I happen to have some similar reactions to more
common allergies and take similar antihistemines. Some
allergic reactions are different and not always
recognized as such. Follow me?" Janet smiled.
"Anywhere," Sam whispered.
Grinning broadly, Janet continued, "So, some people
can break out in hives, some get hay fever symptoms,
some have internal reactions. Sometimes it can just be
an inflammation of the mucus tissues. You happened to
get a tender tummy..."
"It feels a lot better now," Sam said. She was hoping
Janet could see how she felt about the beautiful
brunette.
"When I was little, my mother used to rub my stomach
when I was feeling sick," Janet said. "Sometimes, that
little TLC can make all the difference..."
Sam glanced over Janet's shoulder, seeing the security
camera was pointed away from the bed and seemed to be
stuck there. She whispered, "I love you."
Janet smiled again, and glanced around quickly to make
sure the room was still empty. She leaned over and
kissed Sam, saying into the blonde's mouth, "I love
you too."
Janet stood and said, "Okay, you seem to be feeling
better. Stay here until the end of the shift and then
I'll take you home. Okay?" She stood in the doorway,
haloes by the brighter light in the outer ward.
"More than okay." Sam said.
"Alright then, see you in a bit, Sam-I-Am," Janet
teased.
"Hey!" Sam yelled at the empty doorway. 'I guess, I
will eat green eggs and ham,' the blonde mused. 'That
is, if this is the kind of care I get...'
She was already looking forward the house call.
 (c) John O'Conner
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