Taking Leave, by: niamaea. (PG)

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Fandom: STARGATE SG-1
Pairing: Gen
Length: ~ 3,000 words
Author on LJ: niamaea
Author Website: You can find her stories in this post linked.

Why this must be read:

This is a future view on what might happen when SG-1 is getting decommissioned. The solution is wonderful. It is to wish them that they explore their own planet after visiting so many across the universe. Warm and teamy and hopeful.

Lam cleared her to go home, but not to drive, and before she had even thought to call him Daniel was standing at the infirmary door with two laptop bags and a duffle over his shoulders, his coat folded over one arm. His eyes tracked a nurse across the infirmary, watched her fuss over the screens monitoring Cam sleep, and then grabbed a free chair, drew it up alongside her bed. “Heard you’ve been released for good behavior.”

“I got into one fight,” Sam said, easing herself up to sitting with a wince. “The other guy started it, though.”

“I bet.” Daniel said, glancing quickly again across the room to Cam’s bed. His eyes were crinkled with a smile when he looked back, and he kindly didn’t patronize her with a guiding hand when it took two tries for her to swing her legs over the edge of the bed and stand up. “Well, I’ll be your parole officer for the evening, so – chair or no chair?”

It wasn’t so bad, standing. Sam curled her bare toes against the cold cement floor. “No chair. It’s just the medicine. Can you give me ten minutes to pick up the prescriptions from Lam and –“

“Done. Brought you a change, too.” Daniel swung the duffle up on the bed, unzipped it with a flourish.

“Really?” Sam reached in and found pill bottles and her favorite sweatshirt among the folds of fabric. Beaming, she nodded to the curtain. “Give me five, then.”

“Sure. I’m gonna go poke Mitchell, see if he moves.”

Taking Leave.