Janet Fraiser wasn't asleep at her desk, but she was very close to it. Her head resting in one hand with her elbow propping that hand up so she could look at the results from the plethora of tests she'd run on Anthony, her eyes were closed and her mind was numb with exhaustion. She needed the sleep, but she was frustrated and baffled, and both were keeping her from leaving her office to find a place to crash for a few hours.

"Doctor Fraiser?"

She looked up, startled, and found Jacob Carter standing at the door to her office. The Tok'ra had a small case in his hands and moved into the room when she waved him in.

"General Carter," she greeted him, hoping that maybe the Tok'ra had some idea of what was wrong with her patient – although she knew that was probably not the case. Sam had mentioned giving her dad a call to see if he knew of any kind of experiments the system lords might have used on humans before. Since she was already grasping at straws, she was more than willing to take any help she could get.

"Jacob, please. I came as soon as I could."

"Please tell me you have some idea what might be wrong with Officer Ruff…?"

He shook his head.

"We – and by we, I mean Selmak and I – haven't had a chance to look at him yet. But we're here to help – and we brought some equipment that might give us a better range of results than the equipment here in the SGC."

He held up the case he was holding.

"I've done every test I can think of," Janet told him, reaching out and holding up the stack of test results. "Most of them more than once. Colonel O'Neill had an idea that maybe Ba'al had done some kind of test or experiment on him that might have changed his body chemistry to a point where he couldn't survive away from the ship – or maybe even Ba'al himself, but if that's the case, I'm not seeing it."

"Jack thought of that, huh?" Jacob asked, walking over and peering down at the stack of papers.

"He read it in a book."

"Jurassic Park," Jacob said, nodding. "I read that one, too."

"The problem is, as dumb as it sounds, it wasn't a bad theory."

"You've cross-referenced these results with the tests you ran on him when he arrived?"

She nodded.

"It was the first thing I did. There are some differences, of course, but as far as I can tell, it's a result of the new symptoms, not because of any change in body chemistry."

"Nothing from his medical files from before he was grabbed by Loki that might explain it?"

She shook her head.

"Nothing."

"Well… let us run some tests of our own," he said, setting the case on her desk and opening it. She saw several small devices, but none that she recognized. All of them looked quite alien – which only made sense, she supposed. "These might show us things that your CT scans and MRIs might have missed."

No one liked to be told that their equipment wasn't good enough to do the job, but Janet was more than willing to let that pass. Especially since he had equipment that she didn't.

"Is there anything I can do to help?"

The Tok'ra shook his head.

"Just tell your staff not to kick us out when we start setting up."

She gave him a tired smile, but before she could mention that they'd hardly get kicked out with her standing there watching them, Jacob spoke up again. Only this time his voice was much deeper and she knew it was the symbiote speaking.

"You should get some rest, Doctor. Our tests will take some time, and you look exhausted."

"I'm fine," she told him – them. There was no way she'd be able to sleep, no matter how tired she was. "I'll go set up a workstation for you."

The last thing he was going to do was argue with the doctor in her own infirmary.

"Near Officer Ruff, if you would," Jacob requested, his voice back to normal now. "That way we can keep track of what we're learning."

"Certainly."

She just hoped they'd learn more than she'd managed to.

OOOOOOOOO

Daniel Jackson was tired. The drive to Denver hadn't been all that long, but his day had been filled with meetings at several different agencies all around the city, and minor city officials and politicians – all of which could only be told so much about the current situation but argued that they should know much, much more. Which meant that he'd needed to use all the tact and diplomacy that he had at his command – which was a fair amount, he had to admit, smugly. Spending so much time with Jack had certainly paid off. He'd managed to do everything he and Kira had set out to do that morning – even though the last of the meetings had finished only an hour or so before, and had been the hardest one of the day.

But he'd gotten what he'd come for.

It was too late to drive home – and he was too tired to even want to try. He wasn't the only one. Kira looked just as tired – and smug – as he felt. So instead of risking the chance of falling asleep behind the wheel, they'd just decided to stay in Denver and get an early start the next morning. He'd gotten them each a hotel room and had told her to order whatever she wanted from room service rather than have the two of them try to find an all night café somewhere. It was just easier that way.

As he undressed he debated calling and checking on Anthony, but a quick look at his watch told him it was way too late to do that. It was after midnight, and everything would be quiet in the infirmary. No sense in bothering anyone when he'd see the guy the next morning, anyway. Opening the laptop case he'd been carrying around all day, he pulled out one of the files he'd been fleshing out during each meeting. He sat down on his bed and opened the file, and smiled.

The baby was absolutely adorable. Blonde hair and blue eyes, the foster family who had been taking care of him since his mother's death had told Daniel that he had a sunny personality and seemed to be developing at exactly the pace that the pediatrician had told them he should be. They'd been sorry to hear that they were losing him, which had been another reason Daniel had decided to wait until morning to leave – to give them a chance to say their goodbyes without him and Kira hovering over them.

"Agustin Anthony Ruff…" Daniel murmured to the picture. "You're a cute kid, Auggie."

He put the file down and noticed for the first time that his cell phone had been on vibrate all day. When he picked it up, he saw that there were a number of missed calls – probably from Jack and Sam trying to figure out where he'd vanished to, he decided with a smile. They'd be surprised – but nowhere near as surprised as Anthony would be. He set the phone aside – the messages could wait until morning. He was tired.

Tomorrow would be a good day.