"Medical Considerations" by OzKaren (R)

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Rec Category: Janet Fraiser

Pairing: none
Category: Janet, Jack, General Hammond, episode related, drama, team
Warning: language
Author on LJ: karenmiller
Author's Website: SG-1 fic by OzKaren

Link: Medical Considerations

Why This Must Be Read:
Stories told from Janet's POV (with some great input from General Hammond) give us a unique view of SG-1. This story - a series of episodic missing scenes from the early seasons - is an absolute classic. It's Jack-centric, but the whole team is there, forming the beginnings of the cohesive unit we know and love. Readers of the recent SG novel Do No Harm will recognise scenes, remixed (as it were) for the book and, in amongst the drama of life at the SGC, lashings of Janet's snarky sense of humour will have you laughing out loud.

There are two kinds of people in this world: the ones who stay behind to clear up after the party, and the ones who don't.

By the time the sun had slipped below the horizon and the first stars were twinkling and most of the food was just a smeared memory on the plates, there was only us left. The General, Sam, Teal'c and me. To be fair, some people did help a little before rushing off to other commitments or to rescue their babysitters or to somewhere, anywhere, that didn't remind them of death and loss and barely controlled grief. The rest just couldn't be bothered, but that's par for the course. Oh, well. I gave up bitching about human nature years ago.

Sam was washing up. Teal'c was drying: oh, for a camera. The General -- he keeps telling me to call him George when we're not on duty but I don't know. Seems disrespectful, somehow. Well. George was putting everything away with a deftness that suggested he knew his way around Jack's kitchen a damned sight better than business only interaction warranted. I was playing hunt the potato chips between the sofa cushions, and herding stray beer bottles back to the corral.

As for Jack, he'd retreated to the roof hours before, and by tacit consent we'd left him there. It would have been cruelty to dumb animals to make him pretend any longer.