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Part 8 - Sam [by PHO]
Uh oh. This is not good. The General's talking to the Colonel, and the Colonel, well, the something he wanted to hit earlier has turned into the General. Don't, please don't.
Oh. Good. Ja…the Colonel's relaxed just a bit. I don't believe General Hammond even noticed the tightening of his fists, just the anger on his face, in his voice. But that was enough. Hammond's talking again, and there's anger in his tones now. Damn! Too far away to hear the words, and too near to slip away unnoticed. I'm well and truly stuck. What is wrong?
Holy Hannah. Daniel. What the heck does he think he's doing? He can barely stand, and he's walking, well, I wouldn't call it walking, exactly, more like vertical crawling. At any rate, he's trying to reach the Colonel. Obviously he can hear what they're saying. He's saying something. Good, their attention is focused on him. Maybe now I can slip aw… Who am I kidding? I've got to get closer. Maybe they won't notice.
Daniel looks so weak, so frail, so ... guilty. What'd he just say? What does he mean he doesn't belong on the team? What kind of rubbish is that? Of course he belongs. He just made a mistake. But he won't do it again, will he? What was it Janet said? That the physical symptoms are fading, but she's not sure about the changes at the cellular level. Could they cause him … no, Samantha, that person in my lab is gone forever. I'm sure of it.
Oh, look out! Catch him; don't let him get hurt. The cry dies in my throat as the Colonel lifts the too thin form into his arms. Daniel looks much too young as his head lolls against the Colonel's shoulder. Colonel O'Neill shifts Daniel's weight in his arms, and turns to say something, I'm afraid to find out what, to the General.
His words never come as he spots me. I find myself gulping under his intense stare. "General, Colonel. I…I, uh, came to visit Daniel." Thank God it's true.
"Captain." Both of my superiors are watching me suspiciously, probably wondering how long I've been there, what I might have heard. Wish I could tell them … too much and not enough. Damn! If I'm gonna hang, I'd at least like to know for what.
The Colonel looks at the General. When did Hammond become the enemy? "If that's all, sir, I need to get Daniel back to bed."
The General looks at the Colonel. I do not like this at all. A low moan from Daniel, pulls all of our eyes in his direction. "Yes, Colonel. That's all … for now. But we will talk later."
The Colonel puts on his best neutral officer face, the one I don't like because it's so unreadable. "Yes, General. I look forward to that."