Author's Note: I always end up making a couple little technical mistakes... Hope you all can bear with them.

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Sam sprang to her feet immediately, with Hammond, Teal'c and Janet right behind her. All four of them stared as Dotty Adams walked into the room. Beyond her initial statement, she didn't stop to talk. She walked directly to the chaos that was going on around Jack's bed, and was followed by Sam and the others, all wondering what she was doing there, and how she'd known something was happening.

"Don't, Dotty," Sam warned as the woman reached out a hand towards Jaffer. "He's been snapping at everyone right now."

The medics watched in surprise, though, as Jaffer accepted her touch, turning his tired brown eyes from Jack to Dotty.

"He was forced to, Sam," Dotty said, noticing the blood all over the black lab. She stroked his ears – which were free of blood – for a moment, then moved her hand to Jack's chest.

"What are-"

"I won't hurt him, Doctor Fraiser."

"You can't hurt him," Janet said, bleakly. "He's-"

"I can help."

She'd done it before. She'd healed Jack and Jaffer both, although Jack hadn't been so badly hurt that time. None of them had seen it done, though, and really, they'd all forgotten about it.

"Can you heal him?" Sam asked, hope in her voice where only moments before there'd been nothing but agony.

"Shhh..." Dotty put her hand against Jack's lower belly, unwilling to rest it on the bloody mess that was all that was left of his chest. She closed her eyes, and everyone in the room held their breath as time seemed to stop for a long moment.

As they watched, the wound on Jack's chest started healing. From the inside out, they could see flesh binding itself together in a gruesome but fascinating manner, and could see the flow of blood trickling from the injury slow and then cease as the arteries and veins that had been torn began to seal themselves. Jack's pale face began to regain some of its normal color and the room was so silent that everyone in it heard the stuttering gasp he made as he tried to breathe on his own around the breathing tube that Janet had put in.

Dotty opened her eyes, and looked down at him. The wound in his chest was still there, but it was no more serious looking now than a bad abrasion, and she moved her hand from his belly to his chest, now, so she could feel his heart under her palm beginning to find its own rhythm once more. There was a deep sigh – this time from Jaffer, and the black lab's head came down on Jack's upper thigh, his eyes closing as he seemed to collapse. Certainly he was sprawled flatter than Sam had ever seen him.

She stepped forward, her hand going to Jaffer's head, but the lab didn't open his eyes at the touch.

"Is he okay?" Sam whispered, wondering what was wrong with the dog. "Should I get his vet?"

"He's fine, Sam," Dotty said, reassuringly. "Just leave the two of them alone for a while. Jack's not completely healed, but he's in no danger, now."

Carter's hand went from Jaffer's bloody head to Jack's chest, and she looked down at him, fighting back tears once more – although these weren't the helpless ones she'd wanted to cry only a few minutes before.

"I can't thank you enough..."

"You don't need to thank me at all," Shawn's mother assured her with a smile. She rested her hand on Sam's shoulder for a moment, and then turned and saw Daniel lying still and silent on the bed next to Jack's, still surrounded by doctors and medics, although all of them were staring at Dotty. Blood was dripping off the table from the open wound in Daniel's leg, but none of the people in the room noticed.

"Daniel was hurt?"

"His leg," Fraiser confirmed, needlessly. There was no mistaking the serious injury, and one of the doctors looked down, realized they were letting it bleed unchecked, and pressed a bandage on it.

"Can you help him, Dotty?" Sam asked.

She nodded, and rested her hand on Daniel's thigh, and closed her eyes once more. Again, they all held their breath, but it wasn't so long this time before her eyes opened and she removed the bloody bandage the medic had pressed down on it. This one was healed completely. There wasn't even a scar to show where the wound had been that moments before had threatened Daniel's entire leg.

"Jack!"

Daniel came to immediately, and jerked so hard that he rolled himself completely off the table he'd been on. Teal'c and a doctor jumped forward, and the Jaffa grabbed Daniel in a tight grip before he could hurt himself.

"Easy!"

Janet cupped her hands on Daniel's face, forcing him to look at her. His eyes were wild and slightly out of focus, and Sam and the others could well understand why. The last he'd known, they were under attack, and now he was surrounded by people. It was a terrible way to wake up. Although it was much better than waking up without your leg.

"Daniel, it's okay. Calm down." Her voice was calm, and her hands were forcing her to look at him and not everywhere else.

"Jack..."

"He's okay."

"No! He's hurt!" Daniel had seen the shot. He knew it was serious. He struggled to free himself from Teal'c's grip.

"Daniel!" Her voice rang through the infirmary, and he was forced once more to look at her. "He's fine."

"No..."

"Yes."

She turned his head so he could see the bed Jack was laying on, and Daniel struggled to his feet so he could get a better look. He didn't look completely well, but he looked a lot better than Daniel had thought he would have.

"He's okay?"

Janet nodded, then turned to her medics. "Let's get him into a bed, people."

"No."

"Yes."

She made a gesture to one of the nurses and the woman handed her a syringe, which Janet injected into Daniel before he could object. A moment later, he slumped in Teal'c's grip.

"Put him to bed, Teal'c," Fraiser said, gesturing for one of the medics to lead the way. The Jaffa picked Daniel up easily, and carried him off.

"He'll be okay?" Sam asked.

"I'll make him sleep the rest of the day, then give him a chance to wake up slowly, so he can gather his wits about him." She turned to Dotty, and if the relief in Sam's face was profound, it was even more so in Janet's. "Thank you."

Dotty nodded, smiling.

"You're welcome."

"How did you get in here?" Hammond asked.

"How did you know...?" Sam asked right afterward.

"I was called," Dotty said, moving over to the bench and sitting down. Healing wasn't easy, and she was a little tired.

"By who?"

"It doesn't matter."

The look in Hammond's eyes said it did matter, but he was just as relieved as the others were to have Jack and Daniel healed, that he was willing to let it slide. If she didn't want to answer, he wasn't going to press the issue. Not that he could have anyways, he was sure.

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