Jack had gone to the infirmary to find Daniel sprawled on his bed. Even deep in sleep he had worry lines around his eyes and his expression looked pained. Jack rubbed his eyes. It wasn't fair that something like this should happen to a guy like Daniel who had never done anything wrong in his life. He had never hurt other people; he had always been there to help out even when it hurt him. How could he possible deserve this?

Jack saw the bandages wrapped up Daniels arms. They were fresh and as white as Daniel's skin.

Jack looked at the twisted face. I should have known. With all my training, I should have suspected something had happened. I could have stopped this and I didn't. None of this should have happened. I should have been able to fight the drug and stop Hathor. I have been trained for that kind of stuff…well not quite that kind of stuff, but similar. Jack dropped his head back as though he was looking at some vengeful god above him.

He looked back at his friend, who had managed to have a limb at every corner of the bed how he laid. Jack stretched a hand out to pat Daniel's closest hand. "We'll fix this all up, Danny. I just hope you will be the same." Not that he ever will be again.

Daniel whimpered and his hand pulled away. All his limbs pulled in until he was huddled up into a little ball. His eyes opened, red rimmed and swollen. They glistened with unshed tears. He was looking right back at Jack.

"Hey there, buddy," Jack started softly. "How're you feeling?"

Daniel nodded his head almost undetectably as if it were a yes or no answered question. Jack understood him. "Feel like talking?"

Daniel shook his head slightly but with more decisiveness. Jack just nodded back. He'd expected that. "Heard you were talking to Sam." Jack laughed a little to himself. "I'm feeling a bit left out! Gosh I sat with you here after you came in for hours and you wont talk to me, but Carter is here for a few minutes and gets you to open up." Jack smiled to let his friend know he was joking. Daniel didn't laugh. He just watched Jack. At least he didn't turn away. Jack smiled at his thoughts. He was making progress.

Then he turned to a more serious note. "It wasn't your fault, what happened. You couldn't have prevented it. Just like I couldn't stop Hathor from making me into her Jaffa."

Daniel then tried to turn away. He clearly didn't want to hear this.

Jack grabbed his shoulder. He raised his eyebrows. "I don't think so. We need to talk. Or at least I need to talk and you need to listen. You are a much better listener than I, so suck it up."

Daniel stopped pushing against him and let Jack roll him back over, but he shivered under Jack's hand. "Cold?" Daniel shook his head. "Care to explain?" another head shake.

"Daniel, you can't blame yourself. This was not consensual sex. In fact, it was non-consensual sex. You know what that is, right?" Daniel gave Jack a dirty look then shook his head.

"You don't understand?"

Daniel's hand snaked out from under the covers and pinched the bridge of his nose. He was silent for so long that Jack thought he wasn't going to respond. "I understand Jack. But you're wrong." He opened his eyes again and looked Jack straight in the eye. "I didn't fight it. I chose it. I wanted it just as much as she did." Jack couldn't believe his ears. This was worse than Sam had let on. He was in self-denial of being raped. So Jack decided to be blunt. "Daniel, you were raped." Daniel looked at his friend in shock, but part of him seemed relieved. "I know you. You never would have chosen that for yourself. You love your wife and will do anything to find her. Which is partially why I'm here." He looked straight into Daniel's amazingly blue eyes. "Promise me that you will never try to kill yourself again." Daniel looked away. "Daniel… Who is supposed to save your wife from the goa'uld? You are. You have a duty to her that you can't just let go of so easily. Promise me." Jack wasn't asking, he was demanding.

At the mentioning of Sha're, Daniel's eyes began to overflow. He put his hand over his face for a moment. Then pulled it away and looked into Jack's eyes, a sadness gleaming with in their endless pits. "For Sha're," he promised.