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Like so many jobs, being a doctor has its ups and downs. Moments your treasure and moments you wish you could forget. This moment? Aaaah… this moment was one for the record books. Our redoubtable Colonel O’Neil was lying prone on an infirmary bed. With some difficulty I’d persuaded him to remove his ruined combat trousers. And his boots. And his socks. The only missing was the bear skin rug. I’d’ve grabbed a camera – if only I weren’t sure he’d tie my arms in a pretzel for trying… Oh well. A girl can only dream. |
Like so many jobs, being a doctor has its ups and downs. Moments your treasure and moments you wish you could forget. This moment? Aaaah… this moment was one for the record books. Our redoubtable Colonel O’Neil was lying prone on an infirmary bed. With some difficulty I’d persuaded him to remove his ruined combat trousers. And his boots. And his socks. The only missing was the bear skin rug. I’d’ve grabbed a camera – if only I weren’t sure he’d tie my arms in a pretzel for trying… Oh well. A girl can only dream. |
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The Bitter Hearth is a short story, which was published by Titan Magazines in Stargate SG-1/Atlantis: The Official Magazine 16.
Publishers Summary
As Teal'c approaches his fourth year as part of the SG-1 Team, memories of his time among the Jaffa continue to haunt him and he is compelled to visit the Land of Light.
Chronological Placement
The events depicted in this adventure are set during season 4 of Stargate SG-1.
Extract
An extract from the short story:
Like so many jobs, being a doctor has its ups and downs. Moments your treasure and moments you wish you could forget. This moment? Aaaah… this moment was one for the record books. Our redoubtable Colonel O’Neil was lying prone on an infirmary bed. With some difficulty I’d persuaded him to remove his ruined combat trousers. And his boots. And his socks. The only missing was the bear skin rug. I’d’ve grabbed a camera – if only I weren’t sure he’d tie my arms in a pretzel for trying… Oh well. A girl can only dream.
Face buried in his folded arms, the colonel said, muffled: “I can’t believe it, Carter. You shot me in the ass.”
On the other side of the curtained cubicle, Sam cleared her throat. “I’m so sorry, Colonel. Really.”
“In the ass, Carter,” he repeated. “I had no idea it was that big a target.”
If it helps, sir, I wasn’t aiming at you. I was aiming at Daniel.”
“Oh, thank you very much,” said an aggrieved Daniel Jackson, also on the other side of the curtain. “-”
“No, Captain, it doesn’t help,” said the colonel, ruthlessly interrupting. He does that when he’s peeved. “Daniel’s ass is twice the size of mine. You know, this exercise was meant to benefit, but if you’ve been glued to a microscope so long you can’t-”
“Telescope, sir” said Sam, interrupting right back as Daniel protested incoherently. “I’m an astrophysicist, not a biologist. But I kept up my weapons’ ratings. 97 per cent accuracy last practice session.”