Eve11's sequel, a meme, and SGA questions

[aurora_novarum]

If you haven't read eve11's Folsum Prison Blues and its sequel, you should. And then read the latest addition in her answer to me when I played a writing meme on her lj.

In fact the meme was so fun, I want to play it too (come play with me! It's Friday!):

Name any story I've written, and any character in them, canon or OC. I'll tell you three things about that character which I didn't put in the story.

I plan on posting a rec later today of three awesome fics I've been lucky enough to get a sneak peek of betaed, as soon as someone finally posts hers. ;-)

Oh, and while I'm on here, a couple of SGA canon questions (weirdly for an SG-1 fic, but...don't ask). My SGA canon knowledge comes nowhere close to my SG-1 trivial info. 1) Do we know when Carson developed the Ancient gene? On Earth or on Atlantis? 2) Lorne has the Ancient gene, but is it canon as to whether he has it naturally or from the therapy or can I play either way? 3) How did that Ancient personal shield (from S1 and S3) attach to the person?

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[aurora-novarum.livejournal.com]

1. After Dr. Jacobs had gotten over her shock, she tried to stop them, but they'd already disappeared. She noted in her hand were transfer orders and releases from the hospital...some sections already prefilled out. Not sure what she should do, or whether she'd be reprimanded for her failure, she nervously approached the hospital chief. After barely a glance the doctor waved off her concerns and said in more official language essentially what the janitor had told her the night before.

"Back during the Vietnam War, I used to work for a local hospital near an army base that was building weapons. It wouldn't happen as often as here, but occasionally, we'd see injuries from civilans who worked on things likely classified. Standard procedure was to refer them back to the base hospital. I learned a long time ago it's better not to ask questions on such things."

"But why...?"

"Questions like 'why' especially. You'll never get a satisfactory answer and it'll give you an ulcer trying to puzzle it out. I guess I should've warned you about it, but we hadn't seen anything in several months..." He looked at the papers again. "And this is one of the more dramatic events in a few years. It still doesn't top when we had to evacuate the building for the ER patient shooting out electrical radiation."

"Electrical..."

"Like I said, don't ask questions. Don't worry. I've met Doctor Fraiser a few times over at the academy hospital. If they left with her, they're in good care." And with a paternal smile, he steered her out of his office.

2. A few months later, she was picking up some groceries, and while in the dairy aisle, she spotted a familiar tall woman. She recognized her immediately, but her name didn't instantly come to mind. The woman must've noticed her staring, because she turned and looked, breaking into a puzzled half-smile as if expecting to recognize her from somewhere. Finally the name came back.

"I'm sorry for staring. Major...Carter?"

"Yes," the polite half-smile stayed in place as Major Carter placed a few yogurts in her cart.

"I'm Dr. Karen Jacobs. I saw you in the ER a while back."

"Oh?" Major Carter frowned in puzzlement, then Karen saw when the recognition hit. "Oh." Her expression instantly became more closed, and Karen remembered what her boss said about not asking questions.

"I was just..." What was she going to say. "I just...I hope you and your friend are okay. I've thought about you both from time to time."

Major Carter gave a rueful chuckle. "I bet. Yeah, sorry to have caused you trouble. Um, we're fine. We're both fine. Everyone is fine." She glanced around at the other shoppers with a wide smile before turning back to Karen. "I'm sorry I can't tell you anything more."

"No, I...well, I don't understand. But..."

"Right. Well, good to see you."

Karen watched the major head away with her cart, still not sure what to think about that night.

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[aurora-novarum.livejournal.com]

3. Karen Jacobs had an unusually light Sunday afternoon. Her next patient was a tall man with glasses, she could hear his wife worriedly lecturing him as she headed to the curtained area.

"...shouldn't have been up on that ladder in the first place.

"I've told you before, Mary. Accidents happen. I could've just gone into work to..."

"Oh no. You come home from work with enough unexplained bumps and bruises worrying me to death. Coming here, I can find out what's wrong. Why you don't get reassigned somewhere less dangerous."

"It's not..." The man sighed. "It's everyday stuff. And I'm good at my job." He stopped talking as she came in.

"Hello, I'm Doctor Jacobs. What seems to be the problem?"

"I'm sure it's nothing." The man smiled half-apologetically.

"He could've broken his arm!"

When Karen examined him, she was surprised at the number of older healing bruises. The injury itself appeared to be a sprain, and the x-ray confirmed it. "These are a lot of old injuries, sir." She glanced at the wife. "These are all work related?"

"Yes." The man sighed, and she didn't detect any deception. "I'm...a bit accident prone."

"Well, what kind of work do you do Mister Siler?"

"It's sergeant, ma'am. I work at the local air force base." He twitched a bit more uncomfortably at that.

"Peterson?"

"He works in that damned mountain."

"Ah." Behind her, she heard what almost sounded like a snicker. She turned to see the janitor at the far end of the room. He gave her a wink before going back to his sweeping.

"The base doctor is Doctor Fraiser, right? Well, you can give her this. You should stay on light duty for at least ten days, including no ladders." The wife looked satisfied, if not very happy. She gave him some work release forms and a prescription for pain killers. "And...just be careful, okay?"

Sgt. Siler gave her a grateful smile that she didn't pursue any more questions. "Yes, ma'am."

She caught the janitor giving a small nod to her as she passed by.

[kalquessa.livejournal.com]

Hee! Yay! All of these are fun, but I especially love Sam's "Everyone's fine," and the fact that the last encounter is with poor Siler.

[sg-fignewton.livejournal.com]

LOL! I hadn't even made the connection with Cold Lazarus! Excellent. And yay for Siler!

[aurora-novarum.livejournal.com]

Hee. And yay Siler! (Poor accident prone guy)