A/N: Hello people that reviewed my last chapter. Again, I am sorry about the long wait. If there is anyone else floating about, care to drop me a line and let me know you are there? Cheers.
Most things Janet is going to spout about in this chapter are true; though obviously I study rocks and not medicine, so if it is wrong then blame the family medical dictionary not me.

Ring ring. Ring ring. Ring ring.

Daniel rolled over as his hand scrambled for the phone on the table beside him.

He cleared his throat.

"Daniel? It's Janet."

"Janet?"

Daniel moved slightly in the bed so the phone wasn't muffled.

"Yes, Janet… Your doctor?"

"I know who you are Janet, I was just surprised. Why are you calling at this time of night?"

He glanced at the clock beside him reading 3:01, before smiling at the form next to him slowly opening her eyes.

"Jack's going down to the base. He says he isn't feeling too great."

"Hmmm."

"How are you feeling? Only it must be serious for Jack to ring me. At my house. At 3 in the morning."

Daniel heard her sigh down the phone.

"I feel fine." He put his hand over the receiver "How are you feeling?" He whispered to Sam.

"Fine" She mumbled back, confused.

"Sam feels fine too. It can't be the mission."

"Sam's there?"

Daniel slapped his forehead. He looked at Sam, who shrugged and nestled deeper into the duvet.

"Yes," he responded slowly.

There was silence on the other end of the line.

"Janet?"

"I'm still here. I'm really sorry to do this Daniel but could you two come down to the base? Just in case. I'm going to head down there now and check Jack out but if it is something to do with the mission you'll probably all end up showing the symptoms. Well - maybe not Teal'c."

Daniel sighed but he had known it was coming. "Yeah. See you in awhile."

"Sorry Daniel. Tell Sam I'm sorry too."

"It's not your fault."

"We'll see."

Janet hung up and Daniel followed suit. "Sam?"

"Hmmm?" She opened her eyes again and looked at Daniel as he switched on the bedroom light.

"Jack says he's not feeling well. We have to all go down to the base and get checked out."

Sam muttered something that Daniel didn't catch and rolled on to her back.

Daniel climbed out of bed and started pulling on some trousers. Sam stood up and sighed again. "I don't have anything to wear."

"We'll have to go to the base via your house."

Sam nodded and went to fetch her dress from where it hung in the bathroom, and gather up her shoes and bag. Daniel appeared carrying keys and a wallet. "Ready?"

"I hope none of my neighbours see me."

Daniel grinned as Sam walked out the door in a baggy t-shirt, shorts and heels.

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After a quick stop at Sam's house for trousers, a jumper and more sensible shoes, Sam and Daniel headed over to the base. Sam had also taken the liberty of packing a small holdall with some spare clothes. She had no idea why but she had a feeling she might need it. And she didn't really want to walk up her drive in shorts and high heels again.

Daniel had smiled as she put the bag in the car, but he said nothing as they drove to the base.

Entering the infirmary they saw Jack lying down on a bed while Janet spoke briefly to him, shining lights in his eyes.

"So when you say you don't feel well…?"

"Just what it says on the packet. I feel crap. Carter, Daniel! How you feeling?" Jack propped himself up on the bed and looked at them both suspiciously.

"Err." Daniel glanced at Sam. "We feel fine Jack. What's up?"

He was answered by Jack leaning over the side of the bed and vomiting into a conveniently placed bucket.

"Well there's that." He gestured at the bucket and lay back on the bed. "And I ache. Like I've just taken on a planet of goa'uld. By myself. And lost. Also my head feels stuffy."

Janet wrote something down on her chart and took Jack's temperature. Sam and Daniel sat down on an empty bed just as Teal'c appeared in the room carrying a glass of water.

"Major Carter. Daniel Jackson." He nodded to the both and placed the water next to Jack's bed. "Do you know what is wrong Doctor Frasier?"

"I think it might be to do with the alcohol." Janet said, more to herself than to Teal'c. She started prodding Jack in the stomach.

"Tell me if anywhere hurts."

Jack nodded and winced as she hit a tender spot.

"Ah." She stood up straight and wrote more notes on her chart.

"What does 'Ah' mean, doc?"

"Well, I'll have to do a couple of tests to be sure, but I think you are suffering from acute hepatitis." At Jack's bewildered look she explained. "It's an inflammation of the liver. Your eyes are yellowing, the nausea, the flu symptoms, tenderness of the abdomen – all classic signs."

"Liver?"

"Yes Colonel. You did drink a lot of alcohol." Janet underlined the words. "Also, I don't think the aspirin you've been taking for your hangover is going to have helped much. You two haven't been taking any have you?" Janet turned to Sam and Daniel.

"Err, not since we were on the planet." Sam replied.
"Me neither." Daniel nodded towards Jack. "Why didn't Jack get ill earlier?"

"It can take anything up to two or three days for the symptoms to become apparent. The best thing now is bed rest. And a controlled diet… The liver is quite a resilient organ. It will recover by itself. You are going to have a couple of weeks downtime I'm afraid."

"Couple of weeks!" Jack seemed outraged at the idea. "That's ridiculous. I've drunk barrels of alcohol before and not been ill!"

Janet raised her eyebrows at him. "I'll pretend I didn't hear that Colonel. You'll have to remain here I'm afraid. Until we get fed up with you, at least."

Janet glanced at Sam and smiled. "Could I have a word with you Sam?"

Sam glanced at Daniel. "Yeah, sure."

Janet made her way to her office, stopping to give instructions to the nurse on duty. "Could the rest of you remain here for a few minutes? We'll just check the rest of you aren't suffering from your night of partying!"

Jack scowled and looked at Daniel. "This mission just gets worse and worse. You get the girl, and all I get is a damaged liver and a hangover I can't cure."

Daniel looked at Jack and smiled to himself. "Do you want me to fetch you a coffee? That's how I was curing mine."

Jack was just about to nod when the nurse came over to his bed. "I'm afraid not Dr Jackson; The colonel will have to settle for water for the next few days."

A grin exploded on Daniel's face and he smirked at Jack. "I guess we really won't be drinking on missions in the future."

Jack glowered back. "This is your fault Daniel."