Author's Note: This is NOT a Campers! story. This is just a story.

Disclaimer: I don't own SG-1. If I did, things in season 8 would be a lot different, believe me.

The Broken Weekend

"Hi, Jack."

O'Neill looked up at Daniel, scowling.

"What do you want?"

Daniel grinned. Sam had been right; Jack was in a foul mood. Even for Jack.

"I thought I'd come by and see if there was anything I could get you."

"You want to do something for me? You can convince Doctor Fraiser there's nothing wrong with me so she'll let me out of here."

"I said get you, Jack," Daniel said. "Not do for you." He smiled. "Besides, what makes you think she'd listen to me, anyways?"

"She likes you."

"She likes you, too."

"She likes to torment me."

"You do it to her all the time."

O'Neill scowled.

"That's different."

"Uh huh."

"Go away, Daniel."

"You don't need anything?"

"I need out of here."

"Anything else?"

"No. Go away."

"Have a good weekend, Jack." He turned to go and was promptly struck in the back of the head by a flying pillow. Daniel smiled, stooped down and picked the pillow up and handed it to Janet Fraiser, who was coming through the door just then. "That's Colonel O'Neill's."

"I'll give it to him."

"Take your time."

Daniel left the infirmary. At least it hadn't been the water glass or something like that.

Fraiser walked over to Jack, and handed him his pillow.

"How do you feel?"

"Fine. Can I go home, now?"

"No. You're not fine, Colonel. If you were fine, you're white blood cell count wouldn't be so high, and you wouldn't be fevered."

"I'm not fevered."

"Why are you sweating, then?"

"Because it's hot in here."

"It's not hot in here, Colonel."

"Yes, it is."

"No, it isn't."

"Yes-"

"Would you like some water? A sponge bath, maybe? Something to help cool you off?" Of course, there were some things that took a bit longer to cool – like O'Neill's temper. Janet wasn't worried, though. She knew she could handle whatever he threw at her. Physically and metaphorically.

"No."

Jack took his pillow back and put it behind his head once more, then pulled his blankets all the way up until they covered his face.

"Colonel..."

"Go away, Doc."

"I need to run some more tests. Once I know what's causing the fever, I'll fix it and you can go home."

"Everyone else got to go home."

"None of them came back from PYR-002 with fevers," Janet said, reasonably. "What did you do that they didn't?" She was still trying to figure out what was causing it, and since she had him talking – even though he was being petulant – she'd take advantage of it while she could.

"I didn't do anything." His voice was muffled by the blankets, but she could understand him well enough.

"Did you eat anything?"

"Yeah, Doc. I make it a habit to walk around munching on bushes and trees on every planet we gate to."

Janet sighed, and shook her head.

"The blood work won't be in for a few more hours, Colonel. I'll keep you informed."

"Whatever."

"Call if there's something you need."

"I want to go home. I had big plans this weekend."

"You can't go home. What you can do is stay here and keep me company."

Jack pulled his blanket down just enough that she could see his eyes. He looked at her.

"You're staying?"

"I'm certainly not going to leave you like this all weekend."

"I'm not-"

"I know. You're not sick. But your body is telling me otherwise. Are you hungry?"

"No."

"Thirsty?"

"No."

"Do you want anything? Besides to go home?"

Jack frowned.

"No."

"Try to get some rest, Colonel. I'll be back to check on you in a few hours."

"I'm not tired."

"Of course not."

He looked tired, though. Just like he looked fevered. Before Janet had even finished checking the IV that was feeding antibiotics into O'Neill's bloodstream, Jack was asleep. Fraiser frowned, and pulled his blankets down just a little, then pressed her stethoscope against his chest and listened to his heart and his breathing. His heart was fine, but his lungs sounded a little congested. Janet covered him back up, then went to report to Hammond.