Authors note:
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Janet stared at the results in front of her - Jack's hormones were all over the place. No wonder he'd been acting so strange. Eyes staying firmly on the screen in front of her she grasped for the phone she knew would be within arms reach and dialled George.
"Hammond."
"Sir, its Fraiser. I've got Colonel O'Neill's test results in front of me."
"Well, what's the diagnosis?"
"We were right, Sir. Colonel O'Neill has hormone levels through the roof. I'm recommending he begin a course of hormone supplements immediately to counteract the effects and I'd like him restricted to base for the nest 24 hours to monitor him."
"Of course, Dr. Have you told him yet?"
Janet shook her head. "Not yet, Sir. I've only just got the results."
"Ok. I'm on my way down. We'll tell him together, Dr. With the way he's been acting I'm leaving nothing to chance."
"He was fine when he was here earlier, Sir," objected Janet.
"Either way, I'm leaving nothing to chance. I will be there shortly."
Janet sighed and hung up the phone.
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Walking into the restaurant arm in arm, Daniel was the first one to catch sight of the football team.
"They're over there, Sam," he said, pointing towards the rather full table where loud laughter was coming from.
"Do I look alright?" she asked, worriedly. "I'm not over dressed, am I?"
"Sam, I've already told you – you look amazing. So calm down and lets make friends with the High School students," he said, his tone teasing towards the end. "Oh, great," he said as they got nearer to the table.
"What's wrong, Daniel?" Sam asked, scanning the room as she tried to identify the potential problem.
"Becky's sat with them," he explained, when Sam didn't seem to be catching on.
"Becky as in history Becky?" she asked.
"Yep, Becky as in history Becky," he replied. "Just what I needed," he muttered to himself.
"We don't have to stay too long," she whispered. "We'll just say we have curfew or something."
Daniel nodded, glumly. He had the feeling that in between Corey flirting with Sam and Becky interrogating him 'curfew' wouldn't come round fast enough.
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Jack was on the defensive the moment he entered the room and spotted George. This can't be good, he thought to himself. "So, Doc, what's the diagnosis then? Am I dangerous?" he asked, arms crossed tightly across his chest.
Janet exchanged a look with George. "Jack, your hormone levels are not normal. Now, I don't know what's caused it. I would say it was something on that planet but Sam and Daniel don't appear to be showing any signs that they are suffering from the same problem. It could be to do with age-"
"Are you saying I'm old, Doc?" interrupted Jack.
"No, Sir, I am merely hypothesising that the fact that you are older than the other members of SG1 could be a reason why only you are affected," replied Janet evenly.
"So, basically, I'm old," repeated Jack with conviction.
"Colonel, if you're going to continue putting words in my mouth I won't bother explaining and we'll go straight to the treatment," said Janet sharply.
George looked at his small doctor and chuckled to himself. Janet could certainly throw her weight around when she wanted to and George was pleased, he'd been concerned teenage Jack would be a problem. But then, he'd forgotten Janet had a teenager of her own at home. "I'll leave you two to talk it out," he told Janet. "You appear to have everything under control."
"I always do, Sir," she replied. "So, Jack, what way is it going to be?" If Jack O'Neill was going to act like a teenager, Janet decided, she would play along with him.
Jack shrugged his shoulders. "Your way, I guess," he said sulkily.
"My way it is then. Your body had to change more than Sam's and Daniel's to become this age. Now they may start to show symptoms, they may not. At the moment you are the only one and as such the only one I am currently concerned about."
Jack looked at the floor, scuffing his foot along the ground. "So – how do we fix it, Doc?"
"Hormone shots," Janet said simply.
"Needles?" complained Jack. "You have got to be kidding me – there has to be another way to do this?" he begged.
"Yep – but the shots will be more effective. We'll start you on the drugs tomorrow if the shot works, but you'll need shots until Monday," Janet explained.
"And there's no way I can dissuade you from this?"
"None what so ever, Colonel," agreed Janet cheerfully, preparing the needle.
"Could I pull rank?" asked Jack, knowing full well what the answer would be.
"Jack!" Janet said, warningly, giving him the 'don't even go there' look she had perfected years previously.
"Fine, fine, but can I go home afterwards?"
"I'm afraid not. Consider yourself confined to base for the next 24 hours," said Janet. "And yes, General Hammond is fully aware of my decision."
Jack sighed and rolled up his sleeve, hell, he may as well get it over with quickly.