TITLE: Home is Where the Hurt Is

AUTHOR: Doggy J

SPOILERS: none – anytime before THAT season

WARNING: mild language, no pairings just one big happy family

SUMMARY: response to Challenge by Ozy and Alientje

NOTES: The injury described is from an actual call for medical assistance I received while working for a Police/Fire Department as a dispatcher.

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. This story may not be posted elsewhere without the consent of the author.

 

Home is Where the Hurt Is

 

"The man is from Texas, for cryin’ out loud! They can’t play hockey in Texas! Where they gonna practice? The Circle H Hockey Ring and Cattle Ranch?" Jack subsided against the back of the couch, tirade over with for the moment. He took a long drink of his beer and glared at Teal’c, who was staring at him impassively. "Well, what do you think? This Mike Modano cowboy is whuppin’ our asses out there!"

Teal’c raised an eyebrow, then answered calmly. "In actuality, Mike Modano was born in Michigan. He was first drafted by the Prince Albert Raiders at the age of sixteen. He was then selected for the Minnesota North Stars, and played for them for five years, until the franchise was transferred to Dallas." Teal’c frowned. "I do not believe he has ever been a cowboy. Or were you referring to the football team of that name also in Dallas? I do not believe he ever played professional football, however."

"You know, Teal’c, sometimes I think you are from another planet with no basic understanding of hockey whatsoever," Jack groused, turning his attention back to the television. "And I knew that," he added under his breath. Teal’c allowed his mouth to quirk in a small smile, and sat back to watch the game.

From the kitchen, Daniel and Sam watched the antics of the two men.

"See, Sam? You do have children of your own, and there they sit, squabbling as usual," Daniel commented. He turned to drop some more silverware in the seldom-used dishwasher. Living by himself, and being off-world or on-base much of the time, he had never had occasion to develop a method for loading the dishes in the racks. Now he frowned, trying to fit in one more bowl and a couple of cups, leaving the door open for further deposits and the bottom rack extended.

The team was ending an unexpected two-week break from ‘gate travel due to the installation and programming of a new computer system on base. Sam and Daniel had been kept busy testing the systems and programs that they used, while Jack and Teal’c had been involved in the increased security precautions due to the large numbers of unfamiliar people on base. So far, the break had not involved any actually rest time for anyone. On the contrary, all personnel from the most basic Airmen on up to General Hammond had put in many extra hours during the transition.

Finally, all seemed to be done except for the clean up. Daniel had offered his apartment for a team dinner and general goof-off day before ‘gate travel resumed tomorrow. Sam had brought a pre-cooked turkey breast that they warmed up, and fixed her famous green bean casserole. Jack and Teal’c had come in with a case of beer, a bag of rolls, and a plastic container with a pre-mixed green salad, complete with a packet of dressing inside.

Daniel had offered to fix a favorite of his, ‘killer’ mashed potatoes. Actually, he fixed a box of instant potatoes and added in a modest helping of horseradish and garlic. Hesitant at first, the rest of his team members found themselves pleasantly surprised. In fact, they had just about finished the whole box off.

Now Daniel and Sam were cleaning up and trying to decide what to do with the leftovers. "Okay, the turkey is in the freezer, but I don’t think there’s enough of this other stuff to save, do you?"

Daniel grabbed the serving spoon from the green beans, scooped up the last bit and popped it into his mouth. "No, not this," he mumbled, his mouth full.

Sam made a face and set the casserole dish in the sink to soak. "What about the salad?"

"We better throw it away. I learned the hard way not to leave anything in the fridge that won’t last at least a month. We can put the rolls in the freezer, though, those should be all right," he answered.

"You kids need any help in there?" Jack called from the living room.

"No, thanks, we got it," Daniel called back.

"Good. Teal’c didn’t want to come in there anyway." Sam and Daniel exchanged a look, then went on with their chores.

"What about these potatoes?" Sam asked, picking up the pot from the stove.

Daniel peered into it and thought for a minute. "No, I don’t guess so. Here, give it to me and I’ll put it in the sink." Somehow, between Daniel taking hold and Sam letting go, the handoff was fumbled. The pot fell to the floor, upside down, of course.

"Oh, man." "Oh, no." "Sorry." "I am so sorry." They stopped and looked at each other, then burst out laughing. "What a mess!"

"What’s going in there? Cleaning up shouldn’t be that much fun. Do I have to send Teal’c in there?" came a voice from the couch.

"Shut up, Jack," came the disrespectful reply.

Sam bent over to pick up the pot and Daniel edged around her to grab the paper towels. Turning back, he bumped into her, and they did a weird little dance in the middle of the kitchen.

Daniel’s foot ended up skidding in the mashed potatoes. His arms windmilled frantically but he was already too far off-balance. He crashed down onto the rack extending along the open door of the dishwasher. The knife they had used to carve the turkey was in the basket, pointing upward. The blade caught Daniel’s right arm, slicing through shirt, skin and muscle.

Daniel gasped as his upper body rolled off the dishwasher door onto the floor. He grasped his upper arm with his left hand, eyes squeezed shut in pain.

"Daniel!" Sam cried. She grabbed the fallen roll of paper towels and knelt by the bleeding man. "Colonel! Teal’c!"

Both men came running, stopping for just a moment to assess the situation. Taking in the potatoes on the floor, the open dishwasher door, the bloody knife, and the moaning man, they drew their conclusions fairly quickly.

"Teal’c, help Sam. I’ll get the first aid kit from the bathroom." Jack hurried down the hall, returning shortly with the red box.

When he got back, Sam and Teal’c had Daniel sitting up against the wall, helping him take his shirt off. The mashed potatoes had been scooped up in the paper towels and were off to the side, where they could cause no more damage for the moment. Daniel’s eyes were open, his lips pressed tightly together as he leaned forward for Sam to draw his shirt around behind his back. Teal’c moved the dishtowel he was holding against the still bleeding wound while Sam stripped the shirt down his arm quickly. Teal’c instantly put the towel back against Daniel’s arm.

"Okay, let me see. Jack eased in next to Daniel as Sam took the shirt and moved away. Teal’c removed the towel again, and they watched the slash on his arm as it continued to ooze blood. Daniel hissed as Jack pulled at the wound slightly.

"Well, Danny boy, I think this calls for stitches. Sam?" he called.

"Yes, Sir," she answered from the doorway. She had brought another shirt with her, suspecting that Daniel would need to go to the ER.

"I need to take him to the ER for stitches. You guys coming with or staying here?" Jack stood back and helped Daniel stand up while Teal’c maintained the pressure on his arm with the dishtowel.

"Um, sir, do you really think you should drive?" Sam ventured.

"What? Do I… oh," Jack ran one hand over his hair while he mentally counted his beers and assessed his condition. "Yeah, I’m okay to drive."

"Well, then, I guess Teal’c and I will stay here and finish cleaning up. Okay with you?" Sam turned to the Jaffe.

"It would be my honor to assist in this manner," Teal’c said with a small inclination of his head. "Besides," he continued, a twinkle in his eye, "this way I can observe the final moments of the hockey game."

"You dog," Jack growled. He turned back to Daniel. "Okay, let’s get you dressed. Can’t take you out in public half-naked."

"Jack, I can probably drive myself," Daniel tried, sticking his left arm into the sleeve of the shirt Sam was holding.

Jack just glared at him. Daniel smiled slightly. Well, it had been worth a try. He felt bad for ruining the one day that they had to kick back and relax.

Later, they all sat together in companionable silence. Daniel shifted his arm, still in the sling, to a more comfortable position and yawned hugely. Sam patted his leg affectionately. "Tired?"

"A little," Daniel admitted. "Probably the drugs, though."

"We should allow you to rest," Teal’c stated.

"Yeah, I guess so," Jack said. "You and your ten stitches. Teal’c, you staying the night?"

"Yes I am, O’Neill. DanielJackson had already invited me." When they had some downtime, it was not uncommon for either Daniel or Jack to invite Teal’c to their homes, since he was not allowed to live off base.

"Good. Well, then, I’ll be by to pick you up in the morning. Daniel, are you coming in? The doctor said you should rest for a few days," Jack reminded him.

"I’ll feel better at work, Jack, you know that. Besides, I guess I’d better check in with Janet, let her take a look at this. Tell me how long I’ll be grounded." Daniel struggled to stand. Sam, sitting next to him on the couch jumped up to help him. "Thanks, Sam," he murmured with a smile.

"Daniel, I am so sorry…" she began, once again, but he stopped her quickly.

"Sam, it was an accident. If I hadn’t left the stupid dishwasher open, none of this would have happened. You know what they say, most accidents happen in the home." Daniel and Teal’c walked Sam and Jack to the door.

Jack turned and quirked an eyebrow at Daniel. "Home is where the hurt is," he quipped.

-End

Information on Mike Modano obtained from: http://www.mikemodano.com

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