Stepping through the gate Jack's feet hit the ramp with the familiar thud. He took a few steps, glancing at Sam and then Daniel as they all stopped halfway down. Standing in front of them was, of course, the usually armed men, waiting in case anything went wrong, which had to happen too many times. The big metal doors on the left opened and general Landry walked in, followed by Janet and a med team.

"Welcome back, General O'Neill. You had us a little worried there." Hank Landry called out as he stopped at the foot of the ramp.

"Well, you know me, was getting bored behind that desk and wanted some fresh air." Seeing Landry smile a little at his humour.

Just then SG-9 stepped through the gate, all stopping just behind the three original SG-1 members.

"Good job SG-9, now all of you off to the infirmary, especially you Jack, you look like hell." Stepping aside so Janet could step forward, and everyone coming back could make there way past him and head for there checkup.

Sam and Daniel stayed either side of Jack as he made his way down the ramp and stopped in front of Janet. Janet looked him up and down before calling for the gurney. She didn't become a chief medical officer at the SGC and miss how much pain and discomfort Jack was in. She saw Jack about to protest and held her hand up.

"Don't even think about it, sir." Adding the end bit on just so people could say she wasn't coming across as insubordinate.

Daniel just smiled. Janet never took any of Jack's crap at the best of times, and she still wasn't now, no matter what his rank was. Jack looked at Sam for support but she just looked at Janet, she agreed with her best friend but she wasn't going to say it out loud. Jack walked up to the gurney and turned around ready to push himself up and on to it. When Janet saw how he was walking she turned and asked for it to be lowered. When she was satisfied it was low enough for Jack to just slide on, she moved beside him and watched him more closely. As well as the obvious cuts and scrapes, she saw he was holding himself stiffly, muscle ache most probably. There was also the fact he didn't seem to be able to walk properly or sit right as she watched him trying to shuffle back on the gurney. She would give him a thorough examination, and find out what happened while he was kept prisoner. When Jack had himself seated on the gurney, he swung his legs up and lay down. Janet watched each and every move he made, looking for signs of injuries he had. When he was lying down she signalled he could be wheeled away to the infirmary, Sam walking alongside him. Daniel deliberately held back a little, moving so SG- 9 could get past and follow Jack to the infirmary. When the rest of the team had exited the gate room Daniel fell in step with Janet, both walking slowly as they headed down to the infirmary. When they were in the corridor and Janet was sure there was no one to hear her she spoke.

"How is he Daniel?" Knowing Daniel would give as honest of an answer as he could.

"I can't really say. This is Jack we're talking about. He was strung up in a manner of speaking when we found him, he was also naked. I know he's been beaten, I saw cuts and bruises when we covered him over, plus the marks from where he was tied. Sam's dealt with him, mostly on her own. The rest he should be able to tell you. But this is Jack remember, so you know how he is when it comes to taking, especially about personal stuff. Go easy on him okay, he's had it bad in there. We caught the end of something, and it wasn't nice." Rubbing his face as the memory of seeing Jack strung up, naked, and still partly erect after his latest session was not something he would forget in a hurry.

"Hey, you okay?" Janet's asked as she reached out and took Daniel hand.

Daniel did notice the fact that Janet's scanned the corridor before taking it, but he let it slip. It wasn't like they were a secret, yet they never flaunted their relationship. Daniel just squeezed Janet's hand and kept walking, all he wanted to do was get clearance that he was fine and go home, preferably with Janet, but he knew the chances of that were slim to none existent. Now she had Jack to take care of, and any other patients that had come in from other teams, she wouldn't be going home any time soon. They continued to walk in silence, Daniel keeping Janet's small hand tucked firmly in his until they reached the entrance to the infirmary. He gave her hand one last squeeze before letting go and letting her enter the infirmary before him. He was glad he had when he heard the commotion coming from a bed in the far corner. Turning to look he wasn't in the least bit surprised when he saw Jack causing it. He was about to walk over when Janet stopped him and pointed to a spare bed. He smiled as he watched her straighten to her full height and march across the room, her heels clicking on the floor and the noise echoing around the room.

"Nurse, what seems to be the problem here?" Addressing her staff before she dealt with Jack.

"I only offered to help the general get undressed and into a gown doctor and he went berserk." Holding the gown up and looking between Janet, Jack and then back to Janet as she answered Janet's question.

"Okay, thank you. Just leave that here." Pointing to the gown. "How about you start with bloods from SG-9 and doctor Jackson, I'll deal with the general myself," Janet informed the nurse, watching as she quickly dropped the gown on the bed and darted away.

Janet looked back at Jack and saw he was sat up, sweat beading on his forehead, his face flushed, and his pulse racing. Sam was stood at his side, one hand on his shoulder pinning him back while the other was resting on his thigh.

"Okay general. How about we close the screen and you can have some privacy as you change. I'll be back in a few minutes when your done and we can have a look at you. I'll leave Colonel Carter here if you need anything." Giving Sam a pointed look before drawing the curtains and stepping away.

Janet went and gathered up some supplies and checked on a few of SG-9 before stopping and seeing Daniel. The nurse was just finishing his bloods as she stepped up and took his temperature, quickly scribbling it down on his notes. When the nurse moved away Daniel looked at her then the closed screen around Jack.

"He okay?"

"No idea, he flipped when nurse Simpson offered to help him put his gown on. I'll keep you posted okay." Patting his hand before putting the notes on the table and walking back to Jack's bed.

When she stepped through the curtains she was pleased to see Jack was now in his gown and in a reclined position. Sam was still rooted to the spot beside her, her hand on his arm.

"Okay, general. Let's start with bloods and temperature." Reaching for her thermometer and shoving it into his mouth.

She made sure when she drew blood while his mouth was occupied with the thermometer. She didn't want to hear how big the needle was. When she was done she placed the blood samples on the trolley and reached for the thermometer.

"Mhhh, that's high." Reaching up and placing her cool hand on his forehead.

At the contact Jack jumped backwards, trying to get away from the feeling of a hand touching him, even if it was just his forehead. Sam squeezed his arm in reassurance, letting him know she was still there.

"Other than that cut there, do you have any open cuts, wounds, sores anywhere? This temperature suggests you're fighting something." Watching as Jack looked at Sam then her.

"Few cuts and bruises, nothing major." Shifting uncomfortably under her gaze.

"Well something's going on, I'll have to examine you thoroughly then. Check for possible sites for infection. See if we can explain this." Putting her clipboard down and watching Jack as he squirmed at the idea. "Sam, you'll need checking over as well. Go pick a bed and I'll let you know as soon as I'm done." Smiling as she watched the silent communication between Sam and Jack.

Sam stepped around the curtains and went to sit on the empty bed beside Daniel. She sat and dangled her legs over the side, her back to Daniel. She knew Daniel would join her, he would ask how Jack was, no doubt how she was. She just wasn't sure she wanted to answer, or even how to. Sure enough, she saw movement out the corner of her eye as Daniel came round the bed and sat beside her. He nudged her shoulder as he sat and they both stared over to the corner where Jack was hidden by the screen.

"So, do I have to strip you and look everywhere or are you going to tell me where to start looking? You know I'll do it." Janet stood, her hands on her hips as she stared Jack down.

Jack for his part, just stared right back at her. He wasn't going to give in that easy, that's not it worked. After maybe a minute Janet dug in he pockets and pulled out rubber gloves, snapping them on as she gave Jack her best 'You're not going to win this one,' death stare. Now he was in trouble, the gloves were on and she meant business. He mumbled something before his eyes darted from her, down his body, then back to her. Janet just looked at him, not sure what he had said. When she didn't move he mumbled again, only this time a little louder.

"How about you just look at where I'm supposed to look. That's got to be easier than saying whatever it is you're trying not to say out loud." Hoping maybe he would give up and let her do her job.

Jack sighed before he slowly lowered his eyes, stopping when he reached his groin. Janet followed his gaze and couldn't help the small 'Ohh,' that escaped her lips.

"Ohh sounds about right." Knowing he didn't need to emphasise the predicament he was in.

"Have you got anything on or is," not finishing the sentence as she knew she could possibly be heard.

"All yours doc, just you know, go easy." Knowing he was handing over the care of his most intimate parts to a woman who took pleasure in stabbing him.

Janet walked down the bed and stopped level with the hem of his gown. She took hold of the gown and looked at his face one last time before slowly lifting the gown up in the air. Even with the lightning not being great she could see now why he was reluctant to let her look. She lowered the gown gently back down and moved closer to him.

"Okay, I'll have to get a few things so we can treat that. Plus I need to take some swaps, make sure I'm treating you for the right thing. I'll give you something for the pain now, then I'll go get what's needed." Reaching to the trolley for a needle she had laid on the top.

Jack closed his eyes as she gave him the shot, he had received so many he didn't need to see to know where it was going. He kept his eyes shut, even when he heard the curtain move slightly so Janet could exit before she quickly pulled it back around. Jack sat with his eyes closed, his whole groin felt like it was on fire. He could feel how swollen and hot it was, yet when Janet came back it was probably going to get worse. She would have to touch him, have a good look at the damage. As soon as he thought of her touching him down there the image of his capture doing the same sprang up in his mind. He shuddered, his legs coming closer together to try and hide. Yet closing them hurt, the heat increased as he brought them closer together. He didn't open his eyes when the curtain was opened again, he had heard Janet coming with her heels clipping the floor.

"Right, I'm going to lie you back. That way I can bring the gown up and look properly. I'll tell you everything I'm doing before I do it, okay." Trying to reassure him before she started.

He felt the bed slowly lowering and then a sheet or something similar being draped across his lower legs.

"You ready?" He heard her ask before he nodded his head giving her the go-ahead to continue.

Janet brought the gown up slowly, making sure she lifted it high enough up so she didn't catch him with the material. She had just managed to get it level where she was starting to expose the lower half of his ball sack and the very bulbous head of his penis when she felt his vice-like grip on her arm. She stopped instantly and looked at him, watching as his breathing increased and his heart rate sped up. She waited, watching his face for any sign she could continue. After several deep, steadily breathes his grip loosened enough on her arm and she continued. Once his groin was exposed she moved the folded sheet up and lay it high enough so she could cover him if needed, but low enough so it didn't get in the way. Looking over the redraw broken skin on Jack's penis, Janet was surprised he was still functioning. The slit was practically covered, the skin around it had small blisters and cuts on it. Janet as gently as she could reached for Jack's penis, gently taking him in her hand as she lifted him up so she could see the underside and sack. It all looked the same, redraw, blisters, and weeping sores. Letting him go she moved the sheet to cover him before turning to the trolley and taking the equipment needed to fit the catheter.

"Sir, I'm going to fit a catheter until this clears up." Leaning as close to him as she could so the conversation was private. "Once that's in I'll apply some cream which should help start to alleviate some of the symptoms. This is going to take a couple of days before you notice any difference, it's not going to clear up overnight I'm afraid." Giving him the facts up front.

Jacked nodded his head in understanding and giving her permission to continue. When she took hold of his penis the second time he hissed, again taking hold of her arm and stalling her.

"It's okay, sir, no rush." Knowing he needed time to process what she was doing as she did it.

She had some difficult threading the small tube inside him and he stopped her a couple of times. Then it was in and he felt instant relief, his bladder emptied and there was no stinging as he passed urine. Definitely a good decision. It was when she started to apply the cream or whatever it was that things started slipping. His mind convincing him it wasn't Janet helping him, it was the mad woman as she played and manipulated him.

"Stop." He hissed at Janet as he grabbed her hair and pulled her head backwards. "You've taken enough from me bitch, you won't get any more." He snarled out as the room became strangely silent and all he could hear was his own ragged breathing.

Janet was in trouble and she couldn't see a way out, not with the "Do not disturb" sign hung outside his room