TITLE: Those Stubborn Jarheads
AUTHOR: Jessie (a.k.a. Mackyah)
EMAIL: jmackyah@hotmail.com
STATUS: Complete
SPOILERS: None
SEASON/SEQUEL: Prequel to my story Birthday Boredom
RATING: PG-13
CONTENT WARNINGS: Adult Language
CATEGORY: Angst
ARCHIVE: Here and the ColRMakepeaceSG-3 Yahoo! Groups Website.
SUMMARY: Makepeace is in pain, but keeps avoiding the infirmary and Dr. Fraiser.
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.
Feedback appreciated!
April 22, 1998
1300 Hours
Stargate Command
"ACHOO! ACHOO! ACHOO!" Colonel Robert Makepeace sneezed loud and hard as he walked down a corridor of Level 27 in the SGC. "Damn it," he cursed himself, "that really hurt." Makepeace felt a twinge of pain in his lower left abdomen as he continued walking. He tried his best to ignore it.
"Bless you, Colonel," Dr. Daniel Jackson said as he passed him.
"Thanks Jackson," Makepeace muttered barely loud enough for the archaeologist to hear him.
Jackson noticed the older man kind of limping and turned around to look at the him, "Are you all right, Colonel?"
Makepeace kept walking, "I'm fine, Jackson, thanks for asking," he said louder this time as he headed for his office. He winced with every step he took. All he wanted to do was get back to the confines of his office and take some aspirin.
Jackson shook his head at the stubborn jarhead, as Jack O'Neill called the Marines, and continued on his way.
Back in his office on Level 26, Makepeace swallowed four aspirin with some water and collapsed on to his sofa. He wanted to get some rest while he waited for the medication to kick in. He had a meeting with General Hammond at 1500 hours. Makepeace was happy that SG-3 didn't have any missions scheduled for the time being.
April 23, 1998
2000 hours
Stargate Command
The pain in Makepeace's abdomen hadn't subsided at all in the last day and a half. He tried his best to keep his composure as he walked through the corridors of the SGC, but every time a stab of pain hit him, his face would become contorted and he would begin to limp again.
It was obvious to his team that their commanding officer was in pain, but none of them were about to suggest that a highly decorated Marine Colonel go to the infirmary. He would have chewed them each another asshole. Instead they all silently prayed he would go and let Fraiser check him out. Makepeace had become irritable in the last twenty-four hours and they all tried to avoid him.
April 24, 1998
1800 hours
Stargate Command Commissary
Robert Makepeace sat alone at one of the tables in the commissary picking at the food on his plate. He hadn't eaten much in the last two days, but coffee and toast.
Dr. Janet Fraiser sat at another table watching the colonel push the food on his plate around. She had noticed that he had been experiencing some pain, but hadn't asked him about it, hoping that he would go to the infirmary on his own. She finally got up and walked over to him.
"Colonel Makepeace, Sir," she said as she sat down across from him.
"Yes, Dr. Fraiser, what can I do for you?" he grumbled.
"Well, Sir, I noticed that you have been in some pain and I was hoping that you would come to the infirmary and let me take a look at you," she quietly so that no one would hear.
"I am fine, Doctor. Thanks for inquiring," Makepeace said as he got up from the table. He winced a little as he stood, which didn't go unnoticed by Fraiser.
Fraiser stood herself and pushed the conversation a little further, "Colonel, there is obviously something wrong with you. And as the Chief Medical Officer on duty, I want you to come to the infirmary with me."
"Is that an order, Doctor?" Makepeace became annoyed at her persistence.
"No, but I can make it one," she said assertively.
"Well, until you do, I am going to go back to my quarters and lie down for a bit, if you don't mind," Makepeace replied as he limped away from the table to take care of his tray.
Fraiser let a out a frustrated sigh as Captain Samantha Carter walked up beside her.
"What's wrong, Doctor?" Sam asked as she sat down in the seat Makepeace had vacated.
"Oh, just those stubborn jarheads," she huffed as she walked away, leaving a confused Carter behind.
April 25, 1998
0100 hours
Stargate Command Briefing Room
General Hammond, SG-1, and SG-3 gathered for the briefing on a joint mission between the two teams to P2X-314.
Makepeace sat down uncomfortably in his chair as the briefing began. Both teams and the general had noticed the grimace he let out as lowered himself. The pain hadn't let up at all in the past couple days, if fact he had gotten much worse and the Marine Colonel had been sweating profusely. But Makepeace wouldn't go to the infirmary even with the insistence of Dr. Fraiser and General Hammond.
"Colonel Makepeace, are you sure you want to go ahead with this?" Hammond asked quietly to the man sitting to his left, "I think you should go to the infirmary."
"I'm fine, General," Makepeace insisted between clenched teeth. The pain had just reached a new level and it was written all over his face.
With that Hammond stood up, "This briefing will be postponed until Colonel Makepeace has been checked out by Dr. Fraiser."
"Sir, I am fine," Makepeace hissed as he tried to stand like everyone else, but instead collapsed to the floor in agonizing pain.
"Sergeant, call Dr. Fraiser and the medical team to the briefing room, right now!" Hammond yelled as he watched members of SG-1 and SG-3 try to help Makepeace.
Within minutes Makepeace was rushed to the infirmary. Dr. Fraiser diagnosed a strangulated hernia and rushed him into surgery to repair it before there was any further damage.
~Fin
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