Back at Stargate command, things were not good. Daniel Jackson was in the infirmary, and none of the doctors knew what was wrong with him. They had run tests, but none of them revealed anything abnormal. They had preformed a biopsy, which also revealed nothing. Jackson himself looked terrible. His eyes were bloodshot, his face pale and hollow.

Within seconds there had been a team of medics, rushing to help Daniel, who had fallen to the floor, blood surrounding him. They had taken him to the infirmary instantly. Mitchell and Carter had waited for news. Teal'c was off world with the Jaffa, and of course Vala was off somewhere unknown to anyone at Stargate command. So, only Mitchell and Carter were there to await for the news.

"He's stable now," the doctor said.

"What happened?" Carter asked.

"We don't know. We're running some more tests, but so far we've found nothing."

"Well, is he going to die, or what?" asked Mitchell with a look that suggested that what they were hearing wasn't helping any.

"We don't know yet. I'm sorry," the doctor said, and disappeared again into the lab.

"Well can we see him?" asked Mitchell.

"Yes!" the doctor called, bending over a microscope. Sam and Cameron wasted no time in going into the room to see Daniel. He was awake, and his face looked worse than the Ori with their red eyes.

"I can't believe it! I've got to get that formula finished, or I'm going to be in a bad situation," was Daniel's opening comment.

"Dude, have you looked in a mirror lately?" asked Cameron. Daniel could be dying and here he was talking about how he had to finish a formula. There must be something wrong with his head, also.

Jackson glared and shouted at one of the nurses to stop sitting there and figure out what was wrong with him. "I don't know why Landry even pays you to work here if you don't do anything!" he yelled at the top of his lungs.

"Okay, I don't know what's wrong with you. But when you start making random accusations to people you don't even know, and even worse, to the people you've known for a long time, it's crossing the line. Okay? Vala is gone, we have no idea where she went, and we don't know how to get her back. You can thank yourself for that!" Cameron said.

"What?" Daniel asked. A look of confusion crossed his face, as if he couldn't remember. "Don't you blame ME for telling the truth! If you don't see what I can, that's your problem, not mine!" he yelled.

"Daniel, relax. If you get some rest, I'm sure that you'll get better sooner than if you exert yourself with yelling at everyone for no reason," Sam said soothingly. Daniel didn't calm down. He sat there, glaring at everyone who passed the room.

Sam and Cameron left the room after Jackson started saying that they were most likely working as double agents for the Ori and that he would have to work on a report to give Landry, exposing them.

"I don't like this," Mitchell said. "What do you think happened?"

"Your guess is as good as mine," Sam told him seriously. "He probably picked up some kind of parasite on one of our recent missions. The only problem is that they can't find anything. Which is also the case with me locating Vala's location."

"You don't have anything yet?" asked Mitchell impatiently. "It's been two days. Even Vala couldn't have made that code disappear after such short notice."

"I don't know. But I'm ready to say that I give up."

"If you give up, we'll never get her back," Mitchell said. He sighed. "I wonder what Jackson said to her," he passed a hand over his eyes. "Man, that look on her face..." he trailed off.

"Well, it's gone now. We just have to find out what's wrong with Daniel. Then we can try to find Vala." No sooner had Sam said this, than one of the doctors walked into the room.

"I thought that you'd like to know that he's gone into a coma now," he said quietly. Sam looked over at Mitchell, who blinked his eyes twice, and walked from the room.