Jenna was restless. It had been a couple of weeks since the hybrid had been killed and the bombs were removed. The rest of SG-8 were doing fine and were currently on leave since three out of four were currently at various stages of recuperation. The base had settled down and things were back to normal.

Now, five days since being removed from ICU, she lay propped up in bed wondering when Dr. Fraiser would let her leave the infirmary. She'd tried twice to leave already only to be helped up off the floor by Janet, who she heard mumble, "Why am I not surprised," before giving a lecture on the fine points of recuperation and the consequences for not listening. She actually gave Jenna a choice between being guarded and being strapped down if she tried it again.

The guard ended up being one of the resident nurses. Not a small one either. The Lieutenant was big enough to stop her and knew enough to know if she tried to fake anything. She should have known Janet was serious.

The real reason she couldn't stand to be in the infirmary, however, had more to do with having too much time to think. Emillynn was gone. She never thought that she could feel such a loss as she did with her symbiote. But there hadn't been any choice in the matter. Her heart had stopped not long after she'd been put into ICU. Janet had tried for five minutes to resuscitate her to no avail and Emillynn had had no other option but to vacate her body in order to keep the promise that Jenna had thrust upon her or risk dying too. A promise, thankfully that she didn't need to keep.

It was as the symbiote was being taken through the stargate to be implanted in a new host that, back in ICU, Jenna started breathing again and a convulsive reflex had made her grab a nurse's arm as he was removing an IV line. The nurse developed a new understanding for the phrase 'getting the crap scared out of you.' The poor guy was called 'Johnny' thereafter.

Despite the humor that could be found in her 'resurrection', she couldn't shake the emptiness she felt, but with Jonas' help, she was coping. She just felt she'd be able to cope better if it weren't in the infirmary.

"Hey, Bower," Jenna said, pulling herself from her thoughts and looking up at her 'guard', "are you done with the comic section yet?"

"Yeah, hold on." The RN sitting near the end of her bed went through the papers he'd placed on a tray until he came up with the requested section. "Here."

"Thanks," Jenna read the first page barely registering the humor. She folded the paper in her lap and sighed. If she didn't get out of the infirmary soon she'd scream.

"It's about time you got up." Jenna looked up to see Jack strolling through the door and smiled. "I came by this morning and you were drooling all over your pillow."

"Sir." Bower said, standing to attention, newspaper crumpled at his side.

"At ease, Lieutenant," Jack said, shoving his hands into his pockets. "Why don't you take a break for a few minutes, I'll stay with Ms. Reeyu."

"Colonel, Dr. Fraiser gave me specific orders to make sure she didn't leave."

"You won't have to worry about that," Jack said, looking down at his friend, "she's not going anywhere and I have no intention of incurring the wrath of the good doctor."

"Yes, sir," he said, collecting the remains of his newspaper. "I'll just be in the next room then if you need anything."

Jenna and Jack watched him make his way into the small office at the end of the room. He pulled the door behind him, leaving it ajar.

"There goes someone who knows what I'm talking about," Jack said turning back to Jenna.

"I think everyone has born witness to the 'Wrath of Fraiser' at one time or another," Jenna smiled. Tossing the sheets aside, she slowly swung her legs over the edge. "Can you bring that wheel chair over here?" she asked, indicating the one by the door. "I don't want to fall again and that'll make for a quick get away."

Jack glanced at the chair then back at her before grabbing the cuffs of her green hospital pants and lifting her legs back into bed.

"Come on, Jack," she whined, slumping down against her pillows.

"Sorry, kid," he said, readjusting her blankets. "I won't risk being victim to Napoleon's temper for anyone but myself. But I suggest if you want to argue for your release, wait until you look less pitiful. I.e., less bruising, fewer scratches, the tissue of your arm healed up enough to put into a cast." Jack pulled the vacated chair to the bedside and straddled it. Sometimes she reminded him of Daniel. That wasn't necessarily a good thing the way trouble seemed to find her.

"I thought you were supposed to be getting ready for an off-world trip?" Jenna asked, a little annoyed.

"It was cancelled," Jack replied, resting his arms on the back of the chair. "Sudden electrical storm popped up so the trip's been postponed. Figured I'd come see how you were doing. Let you know that Jonas will be down as soon as he can get away from one of the other research geeks. Take joy in the fact that this time it's not me stuck in the infirmary."

"Anyone ever tell you that you're an ass?"

"An old friend of mine used to all the time, everyone else knows better. So. How are you holding up?"

"Wonderful," Jenna said, rubbing the end of her braid between her thumb and fingers.

Jack could always tell how she was feeling by the way she played with her hair and the way she handled it now said she was more than a little irritated with him and not as down as she'd been the day before. Mission accomplished, he thought, smugly.

"Colonel, I was just going to call you," Janet said as she entered the room. Jack watched as she walked to the foot of the bed, a little spring in her step.

"Doc. You seem a bit more chipper than usual. What's up?"

Janet looked from her patient to the Colonel then back again. And it was all she could do to contain herself. "Well, I have the results of the test you asked me to perform. Sorry I didn't have them for you sooner, but with everything that's been going on I'd completely forgotten about it and didn't do the blood typing until a couple of days ago. It wasn't as hard as I thought to weed through the possible candidates once I narrowed it down by blood type…"

"What were the results?" Jenna asked cutting her off. If there were anything that could take her mind off Emillynn and her confinement, this would be it. "It's Col. Wilcox isn't it?"

Janet smiled.

AN: I'm not evil for stopping there. ") Nope, not evil at all. You should know what's going to happen. Or will you? I don't think I've been that subtle. ") heh Review me! See that's not subtle.

PS: Just in case, although I doubt I need to say this, 'Johnny' refers to the Johnny on the Spot port-a-potties that are commonly seen at construction sites and fairs. Hey! It's possible that there are folks out there that have never heard or seen them before. Really.