The repeated alarm, Unauthorized Off-World Activation, and spinning red lights followed Janet and her medical team through the corridor. She was headed to the gate room, where SG1 had come back prematurely from a mission carrying wounded. Her team rushed through the blast doors and she relied on her triage experience to absorb the scene. Jack stood in the center of the ramp, yelling up to Hammond. Sam was lying at his feet, not moving, and Teal'c and Daniel were kneeling next to her.
The gate room was still filled with heavily-armed airmen. Janet had to shove one out of the way to reach Sam. Two orderlies flocked her, moving into place to lay down a gurney.
Jack watched as she checked Sam's pupil responses with a penlight. He said, "Ran into Jaffa. Separated in our retreat. They held Carter for two days." An orderly attempted to examine Jack's arm lacerations, but was slapped away.
Sam was stabalized. She remained unmoving. "Ready?" Janet called to her team. "One...two... three." Sam was lifted and transferred to the stretcher. The rush to medical began.
In the infirmary, Sam remained unconscious, but was breathing on her own. Blood matted her hair, and Janet, wincing, could see flecks of her skull. Two lacerations on her arm required stitches, and blood stains darkened her canvas fatigues. Janet noted one at her abdomen, and one at the crux of her hip and thigh.
Teal'c and Daniel were watching from the doorway. Jack was hovering at Sam's shoulder.
"I need you to clear the room." Janet said to Jack
Jack lifted his head, his expression already stiffening with outrage. "What?"
"Get out. Please." Janet looked hard at him. "I need to examine Sam."
He turned on his heel and strode out. Teal'c and Daniel fell into step behind him. The door slid shut.
* * *
Jack paced the hallway. "I have an officer down I can't get to. Why'd she throw me out? I've been there during trauma before. "
"Jack." Daniel was trying to follow his footsteps. He stumbled and reached for Jack's arm to steady himself. "Jack, wait--" Jack shoved him away. Daniel glanced at Teal'c, who simply returned the look. Daniel sighed. "Look, Jack, it's privacy... she was doing a rape kit."
Jack paused mid-step. "The Jaffa--"
"We don't know what the Jaffa did. Janet obviously saw something that--"
Jack whirled around, facing the other two men. "I should still be in there."
Daniel glanced at the doorway. "It's procedure, Jack."
"It's procedure?" Jack's voice rose. He looked at Teal'c.
Teal'c merely looked pensive.
* * *
"I'm sorry, Sam," Janet whispered as she unbuttoned Sam's jacket. "Scissors." She held out her hand. A nurse gave her scissors. Janet began cutting Sam's shirt. Pale skin was revealed as Janet pulled back the cloth. Bruises mottled Sam's belly. Janet repeated the procedure on Sam's sports bra. Red and swollen wounds were on Sam's breasts, but with no more frequency than the rest of Sam's exposed body.
"No bite marks," Janet said aloud. A nurse wrote down the words.
Janet unbuttoned Sam's pants. The nurse, who had already taken off Sam's boots, helped her slide the pants down Sam's legs. Janet readied her penlight, and separated Sam's thighs. "No bruising on the inner thighs," she reported. The nurse wrote. "No vaginal swelling. No tears." Janet turned off the light and slipped it back into her pocket. She put her hands flat on bed railing and exhaled.
"Doctor Fraiser?" Another doctor called softly. "We need a CAT scan on this head wound. Major Carter is reflexively responsive and her pulse is strong, but she hasn't woken up yet."
Janet straightened up and moved to where the doctor was gently probing Sam's head and cleaning away shards of bone. "I agree. Get her prepped, I'll brief her team."
* * *
The blast door slid open sideways and Janet stepped through. She spoke to Daniel, avoiding the eyes of the other men. "We're prepping Carter for a CAT scan, and calling in a neurologist. The damage to her head is troublesome. The results are clean, otherwise."
"We'll...go inform General Hammond," Daniel said. Teal'c bowed, and the two men walked off together.
Janet and Jack turned to each other. "Jack," Janet whispered, stepping closer.
He sighed and took her into his arms. She found herself crying against his chest. "I'm sorry," she murmured. "It's--"
"Procedure?"
She lifted her head. Her eyes were swollen with tears and her face was red. "For good reason..."
"I would never--"
Janet stepped back, withdrawing from his embrace. "You protect her on missions. Can't I take care of her here?"
His eyes widened. "I don't protect her. I support her."
She exhaled. "I didn't mean that. I'm sorry."
"Forget it." He wiped his hands on his jacket. "We're both pretty stressed. Can I see her now?"
Janet closed her eyes. "Yes, Colonel."
* * *
Sam was sleeping. At least, Janet chose to think of it as sleeping rather than a coma. Wounds had been bandaged and Sam had been bathed. Her face lay against a white pillow. She looked ten years younger than she had when she'd gone through the gate three days ago.
"Sam," Janet whispered. She waited to see if her lover would respond to the simple plea. Sam remained still. "Sam," Janet called again, her voice cracking. When no response came, Janet leaned down and pressed her lips to Sam's face. Then she left to find Jack.
* * *
Janet let herself into Jack's quarters. He was lying flat on his back on the bed and staring at the ceiling. Janet began unbuttoning her shirt. "There's a chance she may have brain damage," she said.
Jack didn't move. "How bad?" He said to the ceiling.
"The area of the brain it's in, it's like a mild stroke. She's probably lost motor functions. Maybe some thought and memory. We won't know for another 48 hours." She sat on the edge of the bed and took off her heels.
"You never talk over my head," Jack said, rolling his head to look at her. "Like Carter does. Words just fly out of her mouth."
"We're just on the save wavelength," Janet said. She sighed and fell back on the pillows.
He made a sound of agreement, and then said, "I hate that I can't help her right now."
"I know."
"I hate you for being able to help her."
"I know." Janet let her eyes drift shut.
"We shouldn't be competitive like this." Jack said sadly.
"It was bound to happen sooner or later."
"Yeah."
They rested together, not touching.
* * *
Three days later, Sam sat up in her hospital bed. She was gazing at a tray. Cups of blue Jell-O covered the silver surface. She sucked in her breath, presumably choking down drool, then glanced at Jack. "This is..." She frowned. "This is...um..."
"Awesome," Jack supplied.
She exhaled with relief. "Awesome. Yes." She lifted her spoon and saluted him. "Thank you."
"No problem." Jack folded his arms.
"Any update on the Jaffa on PZ6-743?" Sam asked, scooping blue Jell-O into her mouth.
"What?" Jack blinked.
"The planet we were just on," Sam said around her mouthful.
"Oh. That."
Janet came to Jack's side and smiled at Sam. "We went back," Jack said, beginning to pace. "We killed them. We killed them all. They're dead, every single one of them. And not just the men, but the women and the children, too. They're like animals, and we slaughtered them like animals." He gave a gasping sob.
Sam's eyes widened. She looked to Janet.
Janet furrowed her brow. "Attack of the Clones, honey."
Sam gulped down her Jell-O. "Did I know that?"
"God, I hope not," Janet said.
"It was funny on the Simpsons." Jack cleared his throat. Janet glanced at him, and then away, busying herself with the maching monitoring Sam's pulse. Sam looked between them. She took another bite of Jell-O. "You two are fighting."
Jack exhaled. "Yeah."
Janet's hands stilled on the controls.
"Why?"
"It's not you." Janet said quickly. "I mean, we... We're just working through some things. Functional things. Nothing to do with you."
Sam looked at her hands.
* * *
Three weeks later, Sam was tucked into Janet's bedroom. She still needed around-the-clock medical care.
Cassandra had hugged her and then had run off to a slumber party. Now Jack was standing by her side at the head of the bed. Janet was sitting next to her, knees tucked so that her shoes hung off the side of the bed. She was holding Sam's hand. Jack was looking down at them. "Well, maybe I should head back to the base, if you're all settled in..."
"Stay." Sam said.
Jack glanced at Janet, who nodded. "It's all right."
He sighed.
"Look, guys," Sam said. Jack and Janet both gave her their full attention, raising their eyebrows simultaneously. "I've been lonely these past two weeks. Lonelier than I think I deserve to be."
Jack and Janet glanced at each other.
"I want you to do something." Sam bit her lip. "Make love."
Jack straightened up. "Carter, we're not--"
"--In the mood," Janet finished.
Sam scowled. "Look. I have brain damage. I get to make demands. You two are going to make love for me."
"Direction, mistress?" Jack said, his tone light.
Sam wrinkled her nose. "Stand at the foot of the bed."
"What do we get for doing this?" Janet teased, as she slipped off the bed and walked around it, meeting Jack.
"You get to kiss me," Sam said.
"Ah, kissing," Jack said.
Janet blinked, and looked at Sam, and then back at Jack. "I haven't kissed Sam since the accident."
Jack frowned. "Me either." He laughed.
Sam rolled her eyes and looked up at the ceiling.
"We're very stupid," Janet said.
"Are we competitive in that?" Jack asked.
Janet chuckled. "No, you win." She reached out and clasped hands with Jack.
Sam reached into the drawer of the beside table and pulled out two condoms, tossing them to the corner of the bed. "Kiss," she directed, but Jack and Janet were already moving toward each other. Janet's hands slid up Jack's back to draw him down to her. Her lips met his.
When she drew back from the kiss, Janet was smiling. "Why did we have to be told to do that?"
"I don't know." Jack frowned and shifted his weight. "Were we fighting or something?"
"Got me." Janet shrugged, and then stood on her tiptoes to kiss him again. Jack coaxed Janet's lips apart, and then slipped inside, his warm tongue filling her mouth. She gasped and kissed him harder. Her arms went around his neck. Sam moaned. Janet smiled against Jack's lips and kissed him again, while toying with the collar of Jack's shirt. When they parted again, Janet retained her grip on his clothes and tugged.
Jack said, "No. I want Carter to direct every move." He glanced over at Sam.
Sam squinted at him.
"Why?" Janet asked, reluctantly letting go of his shirt. She slid her hands down his chest.
"To annoy her." Jack grinned.
Sam snorted. "Is 'disrobe' enough?"
Jack said, "Who first? Ow!" Janet poked him in the stomach.
"You, flyboy," Sam purred.
"I love it when she calls me flyboy," Jack said. He untucked his shirt and tugged it over his head.
"Ah, so that's why you're already hard," Janet cajoled. She moved in to stroke his bare chest. She ruffled the gray curls and then kissed him just below the throat.
"One of many reasons," Jack responded. He reached for the button of his pants.
"Let me," Janet murmured, covering his hand with her own.
"But you're busy."
"I can do both at once." To prove it, her mouth covered his right nipple just as she popped the top button of his fly.
Jack groaned. His chest tightened.
Janet ran her tongue over the aureole. "See?" She pulled the zipper down on his pants.
Sam whimpered at the sound.
Janet abandoned Jack's chest and slid down, pulling his pants down as she knelt. She took a moment to carefully unlace his boots, and then helped him step out of his shoes, then his pants. She left his socks on. His feet tended to get cold in the middle of the night. She looked over at Sam and winked, before tucking her fingers into the hem of his briefs and drawing them down his thighs. Jack cock, half-hard, sprang from confinement. Janet was close enough to displace the same air, but she ignored his penis. Instead, she functionally removed his underwear.
Jack looked over at his blonde lover. "Carter, tell her to suck me?" He asked hopefully.
Sam shook her head, clearing the glazed expression she had been wearing as she stared at his cock. "What? No. I want to see her naked, too." She gave Jack a lazy, seductive grin. "Don't you?"
Jack sighed, and helped Janet to her feet. He untucked her cotton blouse from her sweat pants. "I love the way you dress," he murmured to Janet. "So easy to take off." He pulled the blouse over her head and tossed it onto his tee shirt. "Onto the bed," he directed. "If you don't mind, Carter?"
Sam wordlessly shook her head.
Janet shrugged and sat on the bed, working her way up to lie back next to Sam. Sam wrapped her arms loosely around Janet's shoulders, so that her hands cupped the smaller woman's breasts. Janet moaned.
Jack's hand went around his own cock as he took in the sight. His two lovers together, waiting for him. "Man could get used to this," he said, then released his shaft and put one knee on the bed. He grabbed the waist of Janet's sweat pants and pulled. She had to lift her rear so that he could slide the fabric to her calves. Then he lifted one delicate foot and removed Janet's sandal.
Janet's toes stretched toward him. He let the foot rub his chest before gently lifting it, so that Janet was splayed on her back with her leg in the air. His eyes met Sam's. He kissed the arch of Janet's foot just as Sam brushed her nipples with her thumbs. Janet gasped and closed her eyes. Sam squeezed a breast. Her gaze broke away from Jack's in order to watch Janet's changing expressions as they caressed her.
Jack took Janet's toes into his mouth. His tongue stroked the soft pads of skin. Janet mewled. Sam was massaging Janet's nipples into hard points. Jack repeated his ministrations on Janet's other foot. His cock twitched with every sound Janet made. He worked his way up her calf, kissing and biting the muscle. Sam was watching him as she touched Janet's breasts. Janet was arching into Sam's touch and trying very hard not to accidentally kick Jack in the face. He moved between her legs, so that one of her legs was over his shoulder. His face lowered so that he could kiss the dark spot on Janet's panties. Janet moaned. Her heel slid down his back.
Sam made a squeaking sound. Jack grinned and pulled the panties off. He knelt over Janet's nude body, searching her black eyes. "Do you think Sam's ready to start taking orders?"
Janet craned her neck back to look at her patient. "Her skin is flushed. Her pupils are dilated. I think she's just where we want her."
Sam licked her lips. "W-What do you want me to do?"
Janet rubbed her thigh against the outside of Jack leg. The dark red hairs between her own legs were already shining with desire. "Touch yourself," she murmured throatily.
Sam immediately released Janet's breasts and buried one hand in her lap. She was wearing, through poor planning and deference to her medical condition, a long nightgown. She didn't bother even pulling the fabric up, just rubbed herself through the silk. "I want," she said, then exhaled heavily as her fingers touched a particularly sensitive spot.
Jack arched forward, so his cock touched Janet's belly. He rotated his hips, leaving wet circles on her olive skin. "You want...what?"
"I want you to fuck her."
"Fuck her?" Jack raised his eyebrow. "Like normal people sex?"
Sam bit her lip and nodded.
Jack picked up one of the foil packages. He unwrapped a condom and slid it over his erect cock.
"God, Jack, please." Janet pleaded. She wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him down for a smoldering kiss. Her hand slid between their bodies and encircled his cock. She stroked him. Jack moaned, and she pulled away from his lips to murmur to Sam, "He's so big, Sam. He's so ready."
Sam whimpered, her fingers moving rapidly. The wet fabric bunched between her legs gave her additional friction. She touched herself, feeling Janet's shoulder pressed against her arm, feeling Jack's knee against her hip.
Jack lips were worrying Janet's face. He kissed a sloppy trail up Janet's jaw. The doctor, still squeezing his cock, positioned him at her entrance. "You ready?" Janet whispered. In response, his tongue slid into her ear.
Janet carefully guided him into her, groaning as he filled her. He gritted his teeth. Janet was tight around him. He moved slowly, sliding out of her almost completely then thrusting in again. Janet held his shoulders, guiding his movements. They found a rhythm together.
"Fuck," Sam moaned.
Jack kissed Janet again. Her tongue thrust into her mouth as he penetrated her. Sam's free hand flailed toward them, and Jack caught it, drawing it down to Sam's hip. Janet let go of Jack's shoulder with her right hand and interlaced her fingers with theirs.
Jack groaned, speeding up his thrusts. "I'm coming," he whispered against Janet's lips. He arched his lips and gasped as her inner muscles squeezed him. He spurted inside Janet once, then twice. His body was rigid covered with a thin sheen of sweat. He panted.
Janet dragged her nails against Sam's hip as Jack slowly withdrew. "He came inside me, sweetheart," Janet murmured.
Sam squeaked, pressing her hand against herself harder.
Jack discarded the used condom in the wastebasket, and then walked back to the bed. Janet was splayed on the comforter, her body flush with arousal, her legs spread wantonly. He knelt again before the woman he had just taken, and lowered his head between her legs.
"Oh, Sam," Janet moaned. "His tongue..."
"Tell me," Sam begged.
"It's so wet... and it's touching me everywhere..." Janet was panting. "It's like he's lighting me on fire and quenching it all at once... He's rimming me, Sam... Now his tongue is inside me..." Janet cried out softly, and reached for Sam.
Sam grabbed her hand.
"He's kissing my clitoris, Sam. His tongue is so rough and so tender... He's... I'm going to come, Sam..." Janet drew Sam's hand to her face. Sam's arm bent awkwardly. As Jack's tongue worked her, Janet took Sam's middle finger into her mouth. She sucked the digit hard as she came. She shivered violently for several seconds, and then closed her thighs to urge Jack to stop.
He lifted his head, his face shiny with Janet's juices. He met her eyes, and then, by unspoken agreement, moved up to lie next to Sam, opposite Janet. While Janet caught her breath, he reached down to cover Sam's urgently moving hand with his own. "Can I have that kiss now?" He asked her.
Sam turned her head and kissed Jack softly. She tasted Janet on his lips. His tongue danced along the edges of her mouth, and he cradled her gently, conscious of the bandages on her forehead.
Janet, on the other side of Sam, stretched out on her side and covered Jack and Sam's hands with her own. She and Jack touched Sam together, exploring her heat through the nightgown.
Sam, moaning, turned her head and sought Janet's lips. Janet kissed her. Sam freed her hand from the others and allowed them stroke her at their own united pace. She pulled away from Janet's mouth in order to breathe heavily, sucking in air through her nose and staring at the ceiling as her two lovers caressed her.
Jack and Janet lifted themselves off the bed to kiss over Sam. Their tongues dueled as their fingers fought and tangled to penetrate Sam's heat. Sam cried out, then begged them to stop. Their hands stilled together.
"Thank you," Sam gasped.
Jack and Janet were lying on either side of Sam, and their hands stayed linked, resting on Sam's stomach. "How do you feel, Sam?" Janet asked.
"I have the worst headache of my life," Sam confessed. "But I love you both."
Janet winced and slid off the bed, padding naked to the bathroom.
Jack snuggled comfortably against Sam's side. "Your idea, Carter," he admonished.
"Yes, sir," she murmured, as Janet returned with a glass of water and two Aleve. Sam gulped them down.
Janet unfolded the blanket at the foot of the bed and covered her two lovers. She walked around the bed to turn off the lamp, and then returned to her spot. She tucked her chin into the crook of Sam's shoulder, and listened to two uneven breath patterns slowly harmonizing toward sleep. A calloused hand touched her waist.
"We make a good team," Jack murmured.
"Always." Janet closed her eyes.