"Welcome back SG-1. Jack, it's so good to see you! Report to the infirmary, followed by the bar. First round is on me!" Hammond greeted them merrily in the SGC Gate Room.

"Yes sir. Thanks. Good to see you too," Jack said, shaking his hand.

"Permission to be excused immediately sir?" Carter requested.

"I think you deserve it. Report to Doctor Fraiser and you're free to do whatever, after we talk. I need a word with you," Hammond looked concerned. "Oh, and I want to thank you again Sam."

"It was nothing sir. Obviously. But thanks," she said. She didn't look at O'Neill during this sentence, but felt like glaring at him. Or perhaps shooting him.

"Okay, catch you up later Carter, D, T, coming?" Jack asked. The three men walked out leaving Sam and Hammond in the gate room.

"Sir?" Carter asked.

"Major, are you all right?" Hammond asked, in a gentle voice.

"Yes sir. I'm fine," She snapped.

"Well I sure as hell don't think so," His voice was angrier now, he was really worried about her. She looked ill.

"Look sir, I'm okay. Don't need to worry about me. Shouldn't it be O'Neill you're talking to? You haven't seen him in 100 days. Lots of hockey scores to tell him aren't there?" She exclaimed. She then turned and headed for the infirmary, leaving the General scratching his head.

He didn't usually get attitude from Carter.

"Well, you guys seem fine - all of you. Carter too," O'Neill commented, as he rummaged through one of the drawers in Daniel's cabinet. The three men were searching the lab for an important memo Daniel had misplaced.

"Mmm," Danny muttered, going slightly red.

"Well, I'm home. I guess. Everything's back to normal," Jack said with a sigh. Daniel and Teal'C exchanged annoyed glances.

"You are mistaken O'Neill. Not everything is back to normal," Teal'C told him.

"What?"

"You can't just come back after 100 days and pretend that everything's fine. That everything's back to normal, because it isn't! And I don't think it'll ever be the same again!" Daniel yelled, losing his temper. It didn't happen that often – only when there was something really bugging him.

"Huh?"

"For the past few months, Major Carter has been working day and night, non-stop for you! I walked past her lab every night at gone midnight and hear her crying because she believed that it was her fault you were stranded off world! We all saw her..." Daniel finished Teal'C's sentence off for him.

"Janet, Teal'C, Simmons and I is us. We saw her piling on the make-up and we saw the clothes getting smaller and smaller. I believe she's currently two sizes less than she was when you first got stuck on Edora," The younger man explained. "She worked 24/7 with practically no rest, and even when she took a break she felt guilty. You really hurt her, Jack. Not just emotionally, but physically too, because she's been on such a whack routine!"

"It isn't my fault I got stuck on Edora."

"No, it isn't. But you were so ungrateful when we showed up," The archaeologist was fuming now, and Jack was still confused.

"You never once said thank you, never once noticed how damn pale she looks, how damn thin! Then she finds you with Laira when she secretly..." Daniel covered his mouth, deciding whether or not to tell him. "When she secretly loves you! How would all that make you feel? Think about that Jack. Think."

Daniel and Teal'C walked out together, leaving him alone in the lab.

He walked down to infirmary, thinking about what his friends had said. 'Nah. They're sssooo exaggerating! Oh well. I'll check on her anyway. They're right about not saying thanks.'

He was walking by the first side room when he saw that the door was slightly open. He could hear two voices. Carter's and Janet's. He peeked through the gap to see what all the shouting was about.

"JANET! Just get all this over with okay? I am fine!" Sam yelled, waving her arms around.

"SAM! I AM ORDERING YOU! GET ON THE DAMN SCALES WILL YOU?" The Doctor hissed. He'd never seen her that angry before. It was kind of scary. He saw Sam climb up on to the scales, reluctantly.

"Thank you. Oh god. Sam, how many times did I warn you about this? Every single time I brought you something to eat or drink! That's how often! Three or four times every day! And you still went on! Does he really mean that much to you?" Janet asked, writing something down on a chart.

"You know he does!" Sam replied, sitting down on the bed. "Besides, it was my job to get him back."

"Enough to loose almost three stone?" Jack gasped, and Sam started crying, silently. Janet sat down next to Sam and put her arms around her. "I'll help you Sam. You just need to stop what you're doing to yourself before you crash. I can get help for you, but you need to make yourself do it."

"How did I get like this Janet? I'm just like Nicole aren't I?" She sniffed.

"No. You aren't going to die. Now you've been neglecting yourself for about three months. You just have to start taking care of yourself now. It'll take a lot of time, but you'll get back to normal. You can stop this Sam. You have to take control. If you do, I know you'll be fine!" Janet assured her.

"Thanks. I will do something about this," She replied quietly. "I just...At first I didn't have time, you know? Then, I just honestly forgot. But after a couple of weeks, I'd get home, pass the fridge. And I'd go to get something, but I couldn't."

"You're damned right you will do something about it!" Jack replied, standing in the doorway. "This is all because of me! It's all my fault! I'm so sorry! I'm so sorry Sam!"

Sam stood up, and dropped to the floor, landing in an unconscious heap.

Re-written. I originally wrote this when I was about 11 or 12, so I polished it and tweaked bits and pieces of it. I posted 5 new parts (last year) on Carterfic but that's the only place they actually made it to, so for most readers those parts will be new! I'm working on an ending to the series – I've mislaid my plans, but I'm pretty sure I can remember most of it. Thanks for reading, please leave feedback. (No flames please, it's just not nice.)