"Daniel?… Daniel? Can you hear me?" Janet's voice interrupted Daniel's dreamless sleep and he opened his eyes, trying to figure out where he was. The ceiling looked very familiar. The infirmary. Great. What the hell happened to me this time?
"Daniel?" Janet spoke again.
"Hm?" was all he could manage for the moment. He strained to look at Janet but felt her hand stop him.
"Try not to move. I still need to run more tests to make sure you're alright after the state of the rest of SG-1. How are you feeling?"
"Um… okay," he managed, "maybe a little groggy. What happened?"
"I was hoping you could tell me. Sam said you were a Goa'uld. There's what looks like an entry wound on your neck but other than that I can't find anything. I've run an MRI, nothing is showing up. No Goa'uld, no protein marker, nothing. Do you remember anything?"
Daniel closed his eyes, willing memories to come forward. "We were on a mission… PJ5 483 I think. We met a woman. What was her name?" he tried to remember, "L'Anya, that's it. We brought her back through the gate. That's the last I remember."
"You don't remember going back to Colonel O'Neill's house yesterday?"
Daniel frowned. "Doesn't ring a bell…"
"He said you turned up sometime around four-thirty. You had a couple of beers. He doesn't remember anything else." She paused, uncertain whether to continue. After a few seconds she spoke again. "I've treated the colonel for a concussion, and Teal'c for a shot wound… Sam says you were holding the gun."
Daniel's expression was blank. "I'm sorry… I don't remember."
Janet thought about his response. If Daniel said he didn't remember then he didn't remember. She trusted him. "Okay, well I want you to stay here for a while until I can declare you fit for duty." She put one hand on his shoulder and smiled before leaving for her office.
Daniel closed his eyes. Sleep seemed like a good idea, and Lord knows he's had more than his fair share of all-nighters in the past few months. Maybe his memory would return and he could shed some light on the situation after a bit of shut-eye.
Daniel awoke shortly after to the sound of soft footsteps. "Hello?" he asked. No answer. His curiosity was soon satisfied as Jack's face appeared over him, smiling a slanted smile, making him look even more stupid to Daniel than the large plaster fixed to his forehead made him look.
"Hey," Jack offered.
Daniel blinked softly, "Hey."
There followed a long silence, both men searching for something to say. Jack rocked back and forth on the balls of his feet, hands in pockets, while Daniel continued to stare at the ceiling. Eventually, Jack spoke.
"You look like Hell"
Daniel smiled, his eyes once again closed "Thanks, not so bad yourself." Jack smiled and once again there was silence. Jack decided that now would be a good time to leave and walked across the infirmary towards the door.
"Night-night sleeping beauty," he whispered. Daniel half laughed and adjusted his head on the pillow to get more comfortable. Jack got to the door and suddenly stopped. He turned back to Daniel and walked slowly towards his bed. As he passed a medical trolley he grasped a syringe and concealed it behind his back. As he neared Daniel's bed, Daniel opened his eyes and looked over at Jack.
"Back so soon?" he joked. Jack didn't answer. Instead he stared straight back at Daniel. "Jack? You okay?" Daniel strained to sit up as he spoke. He reached out a hand towards his friend, only to be stopped by Jack's own hand grabbing Daniel's throat, forcing him back sharply and painfully against the wall. Daniel grabbed Jack's wrist with his own hands, his strength not enough to release the grip that prevented him breathing. As Jack held tighter, he swiftly brought his other hand from behind his back and jammed the needle into Daniel's shoulder, causing him to scream in pain as the cold metal pierced his skin, his cries choked out by Jack's grasp. As Daniel became drowsy Jack released his grip and Daniel lunged forward as far as he could. His vision became blurry and he couldn't think straight. Jack evaded Daniel's arms and calmly stepped backwards, watching Daniel fight the drug. Daniel felt his eyes closing rapidly, "You stupid son of a…" his words died as his body went limp and he collapsed onto the bed. Jack walked out of the infirmary, his eyes glowing.
