When Janet left the room, she almost collided with Daniel, who had been running around the hall like a chimpanzee. The doctor knew Doctor Jackson very well now and could imagine how anxious the young man was about his friend. However, Janet knew even with her friendship with Daniel, she could not break her secrecy, no matter how bad she wanted to.
Because what Jack O'Neill needed now more than anything was support from his friends, even if he did not think so at the moment. Janet hoped very much that the stubborn man would at some time give himself a shake and confide in someone. But Jack O'Neill was the type of man that had to find out for himself when he needed help. Sadly, Janet knew it was something that would never change. But as it was often said, the hope dies last. Therefore, all she could do was hope.
Daniel attacked the young woman at once with lots of questions. He did not even take the time to get a breath of air. Finally, Janet grabbed him with both hands on his shoulders and forced him to give her his attention. She wondered again and again whether this was only a phenomenon of the SGC, or whether men generally had slight attention deficits. Her last date with a real guy had been so long ago that she did not have any real memories.
Slightly aggravated, she pushed the linguist to one of the uncomfortable chairs, which were located against the walls of the corridor, trying to keep him silent so not to wake Jack back up.

"Stop it!" she cried, as he kept chattering.

The young archaeologist looked at her with wide eyes, and actually paused for a moment to open his mouth again, but Janet Frasier held a hand warning:

"Now I'm the only one talking Daniel," she said firmly.

"To answer your first and most important question, Colonel O'Neill is doing well. He is sleeping. Sleep is what he urgently needs right now and he has not gotten much in the past few days. After that, he will feel much better. I cannot say any more than that. If you want to know anything else, you will have to ask the Colonel yourself."

Janet said the last sentence quite professionally, but Daniel could see that she wanted so bad to confide in someone the hurt that she herself was having to hide.

"Then I might as well just talk to the wall behind me! Janet, you know how he is." Daniel said defiantly.

Janet put her hand on his and told him again to talk to Jack, to at least try to get Jack to tell him what was going on. She had the slightest hope that maybe Daniel could get his friend to talk to him before he did something stupid. Above all, she was afraid the stubborn Air Force officer would make his plan come true, and disappear to Minnesota. She had made up her mind to talk to him about it once he had dinner with her tonight. She guessed the officer was not quite sure what was going to happen to him. Even though the worst of the crises had not happened yet, what had happened so far had turned his life upside down. Janet knew that with an illness like this, it was almost impossible to cope with alone, and she wanted Jack to know that, to know that he had friends to help him through this. However, she felt so sure that he would not listen to her and it saddened her greatly.

Daniel Jackson could tell by Janet's words and actions that whatever was wrong with his friend, it certainly was not insignificant. He had so hoped that the doctor could soothe him as she always did and reassure him that everything would be alright, but this time she did not. She had not said anything else, but her tone and hints still blindsided the young man. After a while, she left him alone, she still had a lot to do. Daniel headed back down the corridor to his office, not that he would be able to concentrate on his work, no, not after what had happened. He sat down at his desk, put his glasses aside, rubbed his slightly reddened eyes before reaching for the phone. He knew what to do!

Janet was also sitting tense at her desk, reviewing all the recent research in Jack's file. She just could not understand how any of this was possible. Mistakes happen, of course, we are all just human, she thought, but in this case, it was not about a mistake! Suddenly Janet stumbled upon a thought, a thought she did not like and yet it seemed it could be possible. The only logical explanation in her mind was deliberate manipulation of the results of the investigation.

At the thought, she was really sick. The more she thought about it, the more logical it seemed to her. Suddenly she jumped up, swept all the files with one hand from the table and cried with tears in her eyes:

"Why? Who is doing such a terrible thing? "

Then she fell back into her chair, laid her head on her arms, which now rested on the table and let her feelings run wild. All day she had managed to remain largely professional, to suppress her feelings, but that was even now too much for the doctor herself.