Once Alisen Brightman was done with her quick exam, Janet shooed her away and slipped out of the cubicle as she straightened her coat. Doctor Warner had taken Daniel to one of the exam rooms to treat his injuries before placing him in isolation as well. Despite getting away relatively unharmed, he and Alisen had both insisted Janet let herself get checked out. She had reluctantly agreed, realizing it hadn't been that long ago when she'd insisted on the same course of action after Alisen had been attacked.

Combing through her hair with her fingers, Janet wasn't surprised to find Teal'c around the corner. "Teal'c," she gave him a warm smile, "I wanted to thank you for-"

"That will not be necessary, Doctor Fraiser," he interrupted her curtly.

"Well, if it hadn't been for you…" she let her voice trail off, reeling at the thought of what could have happened. Daniel was a lot stronger than her under normal circumstances and now that he was affected too the raised levels of testosterone gave him an extra advantage.

Clasping his hands behind his back, Teal'c raised his brow skeptically. "I do not believe my assistance was required, Doctor Fraiser. Was Daniel Jackson not already unconscious before I found you? Therefore, I believe you are fully capable of defending yourself."

Janet was unsure of how to respond to his praise and simply gave a modest nod. "I guess for once Daniel's cramped office was a good thing," she shrugged, thinking of the – most likely antique and one of a kind – ceramic vase she'd been able to reach and knock him over the head with.

"Indeed," he dipped his head with a smile gracing his features. "Were your injuries examined by Doctor Brightman?"

"Yes," she nodded slowly, a small frown on her face. "I'm fine, just a few bumps and bruises. Where did Doctor Brightman go?" She looked around the medical bay. "And why were you coming to Daniel's office?"

Teal'c straightened to his full height and gestured towards the corridor leading to the isolation rooms. "O'Neill and Colonel Carter have both regained consciousness. I believe Doctor Brightman is assessing their situation."

Walking briskly to keep up with the tall Jaffa, Janet followed him while her mind was racing. "They're both awake? I'd hoped at least General O'Neill would remain sedated for a few more hours… we can't give him any more sedatives at the moment."

"What of Colonel Carter?"

"Well," she pursed her lips as they rounded the corner, "ever since Jolinar and her altered physiology, she's been able to withstand a lot more when it comes to sedatives or stun guns. Not sure about her pain threshold, since that was always pretty high," Janet added as an afterthought. "I had hoped she'd stay under a few more hours, but hadn't really expected it. Doctor Brightman or Warner should examine her vitals before making a decision, but she can probably take another dose."

"I see."

Janet slowed down as they neared the rooms holding the General and Sam, frowning in confusion at the noise and the personnel in the corridors. "What's going on?"

"As I stated before; O'Neill and Colonel Carter have regained consciousness," Teal'c solemnly replied.

As her curiosity got the best of her, she slowly pushed through the small crowd of medical personnel looking for Warner or Alisen. "What's with all the noise?" Janet nearly shouted, trying to make herself audible as she reached Alisen.

Alisen held up her hand to stall the CMO for a moment as she continued giving instructions to the head nurse. When she was done, she turned to Janet. "Within ten minutes of Colonel Carter waking up, the General awoke as well and they've been screeching, yelling, shrieking… whatever you want to call it," she shrugged, "ever since. It took eight men," she gestured at the orderlies in the corridor, "to hold General O'Neill down as a nurse and I took his vitals."

"I take it you haven't administered another sedative?" Janet questioned, wincing as the screeching got louder.

"No, I don't want to risk it," she shook her head, handing her boss the chart.

Skimming the contents, she nodded her understanding. "So, now what?"

"Actually," Alisen smiled shyly, "I was hoping maybe you'd have an idea. That's why I asked Mr. Teal'c to see if you were still here, but I didn't want to bother you with it after your ordeal…"

"Nonsense," Janet huffed, glaring at the Jaffa. Seeing something white out of the corner of her eye, she frowned and gestured towards the bandage. "What's that?"

The corners of Teal'c's mouth drooped as he looked down at his arm. "In an attempt to escape, Colonel Carter bit me."

"She bit you?" She echoed, her eyes wide.

"Indeed."

Alisen gave an uncomfortable chuckle, unable to hold it in. "I'm sorry," she muttered under her breath. "I checked the wound, cleaned and dressed it. It should heal just fine with an extra dose of tretonin every day for the rest of the week."

Janet processed all this, wondering why there were always crises when her shift was over. "But Sam didn't do any other damage?"

Teal'c shook his head slowly. "I removed the intravenous line before she could harm herself."

"She did manage to get free from the gurney, though," Alisen reported with a scowl. "Looks like she managed to tear the material with all her struggling, but all the sharp instruments and possibly dangerous equipment had already been removed and she was alone."

Taking a step closer to the door, Janet opened the small shutter to look for herself. "Oh my," she gasped, seeing the mess Sam had made. "She's going to injure herself if she keeps that up."

"I know, the General has already managed to punch some holes in the wall and his hands are bleeding, but nothing we do seems to calm him."

"It merely seems to spur his actions on," Teal'c concurred. "It appears he and Colonel Carter are attempting to remove the obstacle separating them."

Alisen watched the CMO as she absorbed this new information. "I don't know what to do; if they keep this up they'll get hurt and might even succeed in breaking down the wall, but as soon as we enter the room of one, the other goes crazy."

"Perhaps we should relocate them."

"I don't know," she turned towards the Jaffa, pursing her lips in thought. "We tried moving General O'Neill when you went to look for Doctor Fraiser and we were checking his vitals, but the further in the room we took him, the louder Colonel Carter became."

Crossing her arms, Janet took a deep breath. "Keeping them here is too dangerous, but they appear to become more aggressive if we move them further apart. Letting them share a room is not an option, although if they keep this up that's probably the end result."

"Indeed."

After a few minutes of silence, she looked up. "I have an idea; Teal'c, would you mind going to their on base quarters and get something with their scent on it? Clothing, bed sheets, used towels… whatever is in their laundry."

"I would not," he inclined his head. "I shall retrieve the items you have requested and bring them here."

"What are you thinking?" Alisen questioned as the Jaffa took off.

Grinning, Janet shrugged minutely. "Their sense of smell seems to be highly developed; perhaps giving them an item with the other's scent on it will calm them down. Hopefully enough so we can move each of them to the opposite ends of the corridor."

"That might just work!" She smiled brightly, bobbing her head in excitement. "Although there aren't that many rooms available… we might have to move some of the patients around."

"You can look into that, while I go check with Warner how Daniel's doing. We'll only move them if the item calms them down, otherwise we'll have to look for another solution."

Alisen nodded slowly, deep in thought already. "Moving them so far apart might just work, since we have done the same with some other… 'couples'," she made air quotes as she referred to some of the other patients who'd sought each other out as mates. "They haven't shown this type of aggression, which could be because they have been placed on opposite ends of the isolation wing from the start."

"Let's hope this will work," Janet agreed as she placed the General's chart back. "I'll be right back after conferring with Warner."

Satisfied her patient was all settled in, Janet turned to leave the new isolation room which housed her friend. "Let's move people," she ushered the medical personnel with the gurney out of the room and waited for Teal'c to join her in the corridor to lock up the room. She bit back a grin when she saw the hint of an amused smile on the Jaffa's face. "I guess that means they're both settled in. Now we'll just have to wait until they regain consciousness from the zat blast to see if their behavior changes now that Sam has the General's shirt and he has her bedcover."

"Indeed."

Locking up the room, she took a moment to enjoy the silence in the corridors now that General O'Neill and Sam had been knocked out for the moment and the rest of the patients seemed to have settled down as well. "I'm just glad zatting them again worked out."

Teal'c simply inclined his head in agreement. Once he had returned to the infirmary with the requested items, Doctor Fraiser had told him they would need to move their friends immediately because they had grown too aggressive and it would not be safe to enter the room in their current condition. He had suggested they'd use the zat'nik'tels to render his friends unconscious again before opening their rooms, to avoid the danger of administering more sedatives. O'Neill had immediately been wary when he had stepped inside but had not been able to attack before he had fired the zat'nik'tel. "How is Daniel Jackson?"

"Doctor Warner assured me he'll make a full recovery. Looks like he has a concussion, a broken nose and some bruising – but no internal bleeding," Janet informed him as they moved down the corridor.

"He was most fortunate it was you who he attacked."

She gave a soft chuckle, shaking her head. "That's what Warner said as well; some good placed punches without doing too much internal damage."

"I must concur," Teal'c intoned, stopping when he reached O'Neill's newest residence. "It appears O'Neill is settling in to his new accommodations as expected."

Janet gently pushed the Jaffa aside to look into the small window and bit back a smile as she took in the tough general cuddled into Sam's bedcover. "I guess so, Teal'c."

After Doctor Fraiser closed the shutter, he resumed their path to the end of the corridor. "What of Daniel Jackson's research? Or was that a mere ruse?"

"No, I think it was genuine," she replied honestly. "I find it hard to believe he would lure me all the way down to his office simply to… attack me. I'm not even sure if he realized he was affected by the virus, let alone still be capable of concocting such a plan in his state of mind."

"I see. Did you learn anything useful, Doctor Fraiser?"

As they stopped by the elevator, Janet swiped her pass and waited for the car to reach their level. "Actually, there might have been something about the virus on the ruins… Daniel hadn't completed his translation yet and I haven't looked over all his notes – I completely forgot with all the commotion."

"I shall accompany you," Teal'c informed the Tau'ri doctor as the elevator doors opened. "Perhaps his notations will provide a clue that can aide us in our quest for a cure."

Carrying a stack of books, Nyan slowly made his way through the corridor from his office to Doctor Jackson's office. He offered Teal'c a small smile when he noticed Doctor Fraiser yawning loudly upon entering the room. "These might help with the last of the translations," he explained, placing the books on a counter. "A few are also about Ancient Greece, specifically titles and ranks, Athenian democracy, Minoan culture and king Minos."

"Some light reading?" Janet joked, eyeing the stack of books wearily. "I'm going to need more coffee if we have to plough through those."

Nyan shrugged as his fingers tapped the stack. "Daniel asked me to look into these yesterday and I've already made a lot of notes, but haven't completed all of them yet."

"Perhaps an intermission would be best," Teal'c intoned with a raised brow. "Your body is in need of sleep, Doctor Fraiser."

Nyan rubbed his tired eyes and nodded slowly. "He's right, you've been in the infirmary all day and even though you're supposed to be sleeping you're here, going through all Daniel's notes with us."

"You're here too." She narrowed her eyes at the brown-haired Bedrosian, who'd come to Earth a couple of years ago and had been working as Daniel's research assistant ever since.

"Nyan and myself are not required to report for duty in less than three hours," Teal'c replied stoically.

Janet rubbed her temples and let out a deep sigh. She so didn't want to be reminded about starting her dayshift, even though it seemed like they had all the patients infected with this virus in isolation now. She was sure some other crisis would happen while she was slaving away at the infirmary, leaving no time to research a cure for her patients. "But you still require sleep. Ack!" She held up her hand as both aliens tried to protest. "Just because you weren't born on this particular planet," she glared at Nyan, "doesn't mean you don't have a human physiology!"

"I shall continue then while you rest."

"No Teal'c," Janet shook her head, "you don't have your symbiote anymore and need to sleep. Just a couple of hours of kelno'reem aren't enough for your body anymore, despite the tretonin. We will all get some shuteye and get back here tomorrow."

Teal'c reluctantly concurred and stood, gathering the last of the pictures that needed translating in a small stack and placed them at the corner of the desk. "Very well."

Nyan followed the two of them out of the office and locked up behind him. "Doctor Fraiser, what I don't understand is how Daniel could have gotten infected? I mean, I thought you told General Hammond that the people who had continued taking their antihistamines after the Touched incident wouldn't get infected this time."

"That's true," Janet conceded, nodding slowly as they walked towards the elevator. "However, I hadn't taken his change in treatment in account. For his allergies, I mean."

"Did Daniel Jackson not continue taking the oral medication you provided?"

Swiping her card through the elevator's reader again, she slowly stretched her small frame before answering. "Only for a few days after the incident. He expressed his concerns about a repeat of the situation," she told them cautiously, weighing what she could tell him due to doctor-patient confidentiality. "That something similar might happen off-world, preventing him from taking his antihistamines. So, I looked into some different treatments and we ended up doing hyposensitization therapy." Seeing the puzzled expressions on the faces of the two aliens, she sighed. "Allergen immunotherapy, to induce an immunologic tolerance by basically vaccinating him against the allergens and… Never mind," she shrugged, rolling her eyes at their confusion. "It means he didn't have to take antihistamines anymore once we completed the treatment."

"I see," Nyan murmured, stepping into the car when the doors opened. Pressing the button for level twenty-five, he stepped back. "But that therapy was the cause of his infection now?"

"Let's just say that if we'd waited two more weeks, in which he continued taking the antihistamines, the virus would have been flushed from his system like what happened to Teal'c and myself since it couldn't feed on us. Instead, he didn't take the antihistamines because he stayed on base – thus didn't need the medication – until we started the therapy," Janet explained, suppressing another yawn.

"Oh, okay," he nodded sleepily. "Thanks."

"I wish you both a goodnight's sleep and pleasant dreams," Teal'c stated once the car came to a halt and the doors opened.

Janet nodded and made her way down the corridor. "Good night," she mumbled, before turning the other corridor.