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Well it is about time...
"Hey..I'm not the one who got into a fight with Janet..hmmm."
That woman is quite stubborn...
"Heh..I warned you not to hurt Sam."
........post the update.......
"Okay..posting"
Author: elfcat255
Title: "Purpose pt 7"
pairing: Sam/Janet
rated: G
spoilers: Nope
Summary: okay..you guys have to let me know if I got to crazy with the medical stuff...okay? This is the surgery scene...so I tried to keep it as blood free as possible..so it didn't get icky..enjoy!
Dr. Janet Fraiser sat behind her desk finishing some paperwork. It had been a slow day in the infirmary, nothing life threatening had occurred on her shift. Sgt Siler did make an appearance; Janet shook her head, the poor man was accident prone she believed. This time the visit was for dropping a heavy piece of machinery on his foot. There were no breaks but Janet had kept him in the infirmary, making sure he kept the foot elevated while wrapped in ice packs until the swelling subsided. Finishing with her paperwork, she tidied up her desk and began preparing to leave for the day. As she walked out of the office, the alert klaxons began blaring and Walter’s voice spoke over the intercom, “Unscheduled off world activation…security team to the gate room.”
She paused in the doorway, there were no teams off world now except for Sam and the skeleton crew at the Alpha site, she thought. Closing her door she walked out into the infirmary, checking on Siler she told him to keep the foot up for another half an hour then he could leave. Suddenly another klaxon sounded…”Trauma team to the gate room…I repeat…trauma team needed in gate room!” Walter’s voice called out over the speakers.
Janet and her staff quickly went into action, stacking equipment on a gurney; they soon were on the way to the gate room. ‘Please don’t let this be Sam,’ thought Janet as they piled into the elevator to journey downwards. The CMO took several deep breaths, calming her nerves, pushing her fears down and putting herself into doctor mode not that of a worried lover. The elevator doors opened and each team member took a piece of equipment, clearing the gurney off as they rushed into the gate room just in time to see the event horizon open up; the horizon stayed calm for a few minutes then the forms of two people carrying a third appeared, running down the ramp to meet them.
Janet stared in shock for just a few breaths as Teal’c and Sam’s replicator double placed her partner onto the gurney; the double was attached to Sam by a blade jutting from her arm leading into Sam’s chest. The replicator looked towards Janet with an anguished grimace on her face, “Janet…you have to do something; I did not mean for this to happen,” she choked out.
Tamping down her personal feelings and fears the doctor rushed forward, checking Sam’s pulse, “Alright people we’ve got a pulse but it’s weak lets get her to a surgery theater stat!” Janet called out; she then glanced at the twin, “You get on the gurney with her; we need to move now people!”
Jack O’Neill met the team as they exited the gate room, “Doc? She going to be okay?” he asked as they sped past him.
“Not now general…ask me that again in a few hours!” the doctor called out as they entered the elevator.
Jack turned to Teal’c who was standing in the gate room doorway, “T…go with them and keep a close watch on that thing,” he told the Jaffa.
Teal’c nodded and ran to join the trauma team before the doors closed. He squeezed up against the wall trying to stay clear of the team as they worked on Carter. Janet was busy inserting an IV needle, to start pushing fluids into the wounded woman.
“Beth…call down to the infirmary, let them know we need all the units of blood Colonel Carter has in storage and we need the heart/lung machine set up as well,” Janet told her head nurse.
Janet glanced towards the double who was sitting on Sam’s legs, trying not to jar the blade as the team worked around her. Taking a deep breath Janet spoke to her, “I’m guessing you pierced her heart…right?”
“Yes…I did. I could not stop myself; Fifth re-established our link and triggered a conditioned order,” the double replied sadly, “as long as the blade is kept in she will not bleed out.”
“Well…we’ll get around that when we get into surgery. You’re going to have to help me, it will be tricky but we can save her,” Janet told the upset double.
Janet needed to stay calm, if she were calm then the rest of the team would be. As much as it tore her up inside she had to stay professional…for Sam’s sake. She looked over to where Teal’c was pressed against the wall, “Teal’c…the replicator will have to come with me into surgery; I’m going to need her help to pull Sam through this. You can scrub up and join us to keep watch over her if you like, but you will need to stay out of our way while we get them ready,” she told the silent Jaffa.
He replied, “Very well Dr. Fraiser; I will endeavor to stay out of your way.”
The elevator reached the surgical floor, its doors opened and they wheeled the gurney into a room where a surgical team waited to prep Carter for surgery. Janet double-checked Sam’s vitals; her pulse was growing weaker and she hadn’t regained consciousness at all during the trip to the surgical theater. She left Sam in the capable hands of her surgical staff, leaving to change and scrub up for the procedure.
While Janet was gone, they nurses cut off the wounded woman’s clothing, sponging her down with a beta-dine solution to sterilize her as much as possible; they draped sheets over her and prepared the area around the blade for the operation. The replicator had carefully climbed down from her perch on top of Sam, trying not to move her arm to much, to allow them to continue preparing Sam; she then allowed the nurses to place an improvised scrub gown on her, while they also scrubbed down both of her arms with the same beta-dine solution used on Sam.
Janet changed quickly and returned to the prep room; looking through the viewing window, she saw they were finished prepping Sam and the double for the surgery. Standing over a large sink the doctor began scrubbing her arms and hands with the disinfectant. Janet began taking deep breaths to try to calm her frantic heartbeat; it would do Sam no good for her to get upset, although she had a million questions to ask of the double and Teal’c. The main one being what had happened to cause this but they would have to wait until she finished saving her partner. Finishing scrubbing up she entered the theater, allowing one of her nurses to place a mask over her face and gloves on her hands.
She walked up to the table, picking up a scalpel from the tray she made the first cut down the midline of her partner’s chest; cutting until she reached the blade, then picking up the cut on the other side. Returning to the first cut, she began slicing deeper through layers of fat and muscle until she reached the sternum. She asked the nurse assisting for the handsaw, using the hook shaped instrument she began sawing through the sternum; reaching the end of the bone, she then used the rib spreaders the nurse held readied to separate the split bones with a loud crack.
The replicator watched all this with fascination. It was amazing watching the small doctor methodically make her way to Sam’s heart. Wincing at the loud crack made by the final separation of bone, she flinched slightly causing the blade to move.
“Easy now…I need you to hold perfectly still while I get the heart hooked up to the H/L machine, then comes the part where I need your help,” remarked the doctor.
“I am sorry…I shall attempt to be still,” the double replied.
Janet just nodded and continued with preparing the heart for the hook-up. It appeared they had been lucky; the blade missed the aorta, piercing the right ventricle instead. Janet clamped off the aorta, making an incision, she attached a section of tubing, sewing it in place. Placing another section of tubing into the left ventricle she was now ready to start up the heart/lung machine; it would keep the blood circulating through Sam’s heart and body while she repaired the damage caused by the blade. Once the machine started up and she was sure it was working properly, she began the task of removing the blade.
Glancing up at the double she asked, “Okay…I assume this blade is a part of you and it can be controlled. Am I correct?
“Yes…you are correct,” the replicator replied.
Janet took a deep breath, “Alright…can you slowly pull it out, giving me time to sew up the damage?”
“Yes…that is possible,” stated the double.
“Then let’s get to work…the less time she’s hooked up to that machine the better,” commented Janet.
“I need you to hold this,” Janet said to the double, placing a scapula in her hand, “you’re going to hold the heart over to the side while I sew; can you do that?”
The replicator nodded and held the instrument in the position Janet showed her. She slowly began retracting the blade from the heart. Janet called for suction, and then began sewing up the rips as the blade retracted. After an hour, they had fully retracted the blade and repaired the damage. Janet removed the tubing of the H/L machine and sewed up those sections as well; Sam’s heart soon began beating under its own power. After a few moments to make sure there was no leakage of blood from the repaired sections, the doctor began the task of closing up the chest cavity.
After the blade was fully removed, the replicator allowed her arm to form back to normal. Looking at her hand covered in Sam’s blood she slowly backed up until hitting a wall, slowly she slid down to sit on the floor watching as Janet closed up Sam’s chest. Teal’c moved to stand next to the sitting replicator, keeping a close watch on her.
As Janet finished the last stitches, closing the incision she sighed in relief. The easy part was over…now came to hard part; waiting for Sam to wake up. She ordered the nurses to transfer Sam to the ICU recovery room and to let her know immediately when Sam showed signs of regaining consciousness. Watching them wheel Sam out she removed the bloody gloves then her mask, tossing them into a bin she turned around to face Teal’c and the replicator.
“Now…which one of you is going to explain to me how all this happened?” She asked, crossing her arms and waiting for one of them to speak.
"Hey..I'm not the one who got into a fight with Janet..hmmm."
That woman is quite stubborn...
"Heh..I warned you not to hurt Sam."
........post the update.......
"Okay..posting"
Author: elfcat255
Title: "Purpose pt 7"
pairing: Sam/Janet
rated: G
spoilers: Nope
Summary: okay..you guys have to let me know if I got to crazy with the medical stuff...okay? This is the surgery scene...so I tried to keep it as blood free as possible..so it didn't get icky..enjoy!
Dr. Janet Fraiser sat behind her desk finishing some paperwork. It had been a slow day in the infirmary, nothing life threatening had occurred on her shift. Sgt Siler did make an appearance; Janet shook her head, the poor man was accident prone she believed. This time the visit was for dropping a heavy piece of machinery on his foot. There were no breaks but Janet had kept him in the infirmary, making sure he kept the foot elevated while wrapped in ice packs until the swelling subsided. Finishing with her paperwork, she tidied up her desk and began preparing to leave for the day. As she walked out of the office, the alert klaxons began blaring and Walter’s voice spoke over the intercom, “Unscheduled off world activation…security team to the gate room.”
She paused in the doorway, there were no teams off world now except for Sam and the skeleton crew at the Alpha site, she thought. Closing her door she walked out into the infirmary, checking on Siler she told him to keep the foot up for another half an hour then he could leave. Suddenly another klaxon sounded…”Trauma team to the gate room…I repeat…trauma team needed in gate room!” Walter’s voice called out over the speakers.
Janet and her staff quickly went into action, stacking equipment on a gurney; they soon were on the way to the gate room. ‘Please don’t let this be Sam,’ thought Janet as they piled into the elevator to journey downwards. The CMO took several deep breaths, calming her nerves, pushing her fears down and putting herself into doctor mode not that of a worried lover. The elevator doors opened and each team member took a piece of equipment, clearing the gurney off as they rushed into the gate room just in time to see the event horizon open up; the horizon stayed calm for a few minutes then the forms of two people carrying a third appeared, running down the ramp to meet them.
Janet stared in shock for just a few breaths as Teal’c and Sam’s replicator double placed her partner onto the gurney; the double was attached to Sam by a blade jutting from her arm leading into Sam’s chest. The replicator looked towards Janet with an anguished grimace on her face, “Janet…you have to do something; I did not mean for this to happen,” she choked out.
Tamping down her personal feelings and fears the doctor rushed forward, checking Sam’s pulse, “Alright people we’ve got a pulse but it’s weak lets get her to a surgery theater stat!” Janet called out; she then glanced at the twin, “You get on the gurney with her; we need to move now people!”
Jack O’Neill met the team as they exited the gate room, “Doc? She going to be okay?” he asked as they sped past him.
“Not now general…ask me that again in a few hours!” the doctor called out as they entered the elevator.
Jack turned to Teal’c who was standing in the gate room doorway, “T…go with them and keep a close watch on that thing,” he told the Jaffa.
Teal’c nodded and ran to join the trauma team before the doors closed. He squeezed up against the wall trying to stay clear of the team as they worked on Carter. Janet was busy inserting an IV needle, to start pushing fluids into the wounded woman.
“Beth…call down to the infirmary, let them know we need all the units of blood Colonel Carter has in storage and we need the heart/lung machine set up as well,” Janet told her head nurse.
Janet glanced towards the double who was sitting on Sam’s legs, trying not to jar the blade as the team worked around her. Taking a deep breath Janet spoke to her, “I’m guessing you pierced her heart…right?”
“Yes…I did. I could not stop myself; Fifth re-established our link and triggered a conditioned order,” the double replied sadly, “as long as the blade is kept in she will not bleed out.”
“Well…we’ll get around that when we get into surgery. You’re going to have to help me, it will be tricky but we can save her,” Janet told the upset double.
Janet needed to stay calm, if she were calm then the rest of the team would be. As much as it tore her up inside she had to stay professional…for Sam’s sake. She looked over to where Teal’c was pressed against the wall, “Teal’c…the replicator will have to come with me into surgery; I’m going to need her help to pull Sam through this. You can scrub up and join us to keep watch over her if you like, but you will need to stay out of our way while we get them ready,” she told the silent Jaffa.
He replied, “Very well Dr. Fraiser; I will endeavor to stay out of your way.”
The elevator reached the surgical floor, its doors opened and they wheeled the gurney into a room where a surgical team waited to prep Carter for surgery. Janet double-checked Sam’s vitals; her pulse was growing weaker and she hadn’t regained consciousness at all during the trip to the surgical theater. She left Sam in the capable hands of her surgical staff, leaving to change and scrub up for the procedure.
While Janet was gone, they nurses cut off the wounded woman’s clothing, sponging her down with a beta-dine solution to sterilize her as much as possible; they draped sheets over her and prepared the area around the blade for the operation. The replicator had carefully climbed down from her perch on top of Sam, trying not to move her arm to much, to allow them to continue preparing Sam; she then allowed the nurses to place an improvised scrub gown on her, while they also scrubbed down both of her arms with the same beta-dine solution used on Sam.
Janet changed quickly and returned to the prep room; looking through the viewing window, she saw they were finished prepping Sam and the double for the surgery. Standing over a large sink the doctor began scrubbing her arms and hands with the disinfectant. Janet began taking deep breaths to try to calm her frantic heartbeat; it would do Sam no good for her to get upset, although she had a million questions to ask of the double and Teal’c. The main one being what had happened to cause this but they would have to wait until she finished saving her partner. Finishing scrubbing up she entered the theater, allowing one of her nurses to place a mask over her face and gloves on her hands.
She walked up to the table, picking up a scalpel from the tray she made the first cut down the midline of her partner’s chest; cutting until she reached the blade, then picking up the cut on the other side. Returning to the first cut, she began slicing deeper through layers of fat and muscle until she reached the sternum. She asked the nurse assisting for the handsaw, using the hook shaped instrument she began sawing through the sternum; reaching the end of the bone, she then used the rib spreaders the nurse held readied to separate the split bones with a loud crack.
The replicator watched all this with fascination. It was amazing watching the small doctor methodically make her way to Sam’s heart. Wincing at the loud crack made by the final separation of bone, she flinched slightly causing the blade to move.
“Easy now…I need you to hold perfectly still while I get the heart hooked up to the H/L machine, then comes the part where I need your help,” remarked the doctor.
“I am sorry…I shall attempt to be still,” the double replied.
Janet just nodded and continued with preparing the heart for the hook-up. It appeared they had been lucky; the blade missed the aorta, piercing the right ventricle instead. Janet clamped off the aorta, making an incision, she attached a section of tubing, sewing it in place. Placing another section of tubing into the left ventricle she was now ready to start up the heart/lung machine; it would keep the blood circulating through Sam’s heart and body while she repaired the damage caused by the blade. Once the machine started up and she was sure it was working properly, she began the task of removing the blade.
Glancing up at the double she asked, “Okay…I assume this blade is a part of you and it can be controlled. Am I correct?
“Yes…you are correct,” the replicator replied.
Janet took a deep breath, “Alright…can you slowly pull it out, giving me time to sew up the damage?”
“Yes…that is possible,” stated the double.
“Then let’s get to work…the less time she’s hooked up to that machine the better,” commented Janet.
“I need you to hold this,” Janet said to the double, placing a scapula in her hand, “you’re going to hold the heart over to the side while I sew; can you do that?”
The replicator nodded and held the instrument in the position Janet showed her. She slowly began retracting the blade from the heart. Janet called for suction, and then began sewing up the rips as the blade retracted. After an hour, they had fully retracted the blade and repaired the damage. Janet removed the tubing of the H/L machine and sewed up those sections as well; Sam’s heart soon began beating under its own power. After a few moments to make sure there was no leakage of blood from the repaired sections, the doctor began the task of closing up the chest cavity.
After the blade was fully removed, the replicator allowed her arm to form back to normal. Looking at her hand covered in Sam’s blood she slowly backed up until hitting a wall, slowly she slid down to sit on the floor watching as Janet closed up Sam’s chest. Teal’c moved to stand next to the sitting replicator, keeping a close watch on her.
As Janet finished the last stitches, closing the incision she sighed in relief. The easy part was over…now came to hard part; waiting for Sam to wake up. She ordered the nurses to transfer Sam to the ICU recovery room and to let her know immediately when Sam showed signs of regaining consciousness. Watching them wheel Sam out she removed the bloody gloves then her mask, tossing them into a bin she turned around to face Teal’c and the replicator.
“Now…which one of you is going to explain to me how all this happened?” She asked, crossing her arms and waiting for one of them to speak.
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