A few more chapters left to go. I have a sort of idea going round for my next fic though it might not be a sequel. I probably will write a sequel to this sometime however.

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Daniel woke up slowly, a luxury he didn't usually have. He first became aware of a continuous beeping sound, somewhere near his head, and a faint ache from his shoulder, and his left wrist itched slightly.

He must be in the infirmary.

Now why was he here this time, he blinked and flexed his muscles experimentally. Definitely his arm, though whatever painkillers they'd put him on had reduced the pain to a slight twinge.

"Daniel?" Sam was here? He turned his head; she was sitting up, leaning against the raised bed. An open book in her head, gazing at him intently. He opened his mouth to reply and the memories came flooding back.

"We died again?" Sam gave him a slightly relieved smile,

"'Fraid so."

"Twice?"

"Oh yeah." Weird.

"So that makes how many times now?" He gingerly sat up, slightly unbalanced with his injured arm unusable.

"I've lost count, more for you than for me though." He frowned, she had a point.

"Only because aliens prefer possessing you or chatting you up though." Sam raised her eyebrows,

"You aren't exactly one to talk on that Daniel."

"What? The possessing or the chatting up?"

"Both."

"Oh come on! Name me three aliens who flirted with me."

"Lets see there was Shyla, who wanted to marry you, Ke'ra who couldn't keep her hands off you, Hathor who thought you'd make a great father for her kids-"

"Okay Sam, I get the point!" Daniel leant back, a smile on his face. It was good to be home. Sam was smirking a little and looked set to continue her list, when Janet walked in.

"Ah Doctor Jackson, you've decided to join us then." The smile on the doctor's face reassured Daniel there was nothing wrong for one. He winced, well, nothing seriously wrong at any rate. He suddenly realised someone was missing. "Umm Janet? Where's Teal'c?"

"I released him to his quarters about an hour ago." Janet was checking his chart. "He just needs some rest which he can do there as I know he'll actually rest." She glanced at him, and to Sam, "unlike other people I know." Sam looked like she was going to protest, but then Janet pointed at the book in her hand, 'Deliberations on the string theory' and she shut her mouth. Janet smiled and put his chart down. "Well, I should be able to let you out of here in a couple of days if you behave yourselves. SG1 can be back on active duty in about a month, when Daniel's arm is healed."

Simultaneously, "A month!?"

Janet was smiling again, he wished she wouldn't, "Yes, a month. You can both be back on light duty in a couple of weeks however." She was sympathetic, "Be patient, these things take time to heal."

Daniel glanced at Sam, her face mirroring his anxiety. They sure did. And a bone or two weren't the only things that needed healing.

Sam sighed as Janet checked her chart again, "Janet we're both fine, can you stop fussing?" As usual, her friend ignored her, and made a note at the bottom. "By the way, Colonel O'Neill will be here at 1600 assuming the two of you are up for visitors. I told him to stay away till then unless he wanted to stay here himself a few more days." Sam smiled,

"How did he take that?"

"Loudly." She grinned, exchanging amused glances with Daniel, who suddenly sat up straighter, wincing. "1600? What time IS it?" Janet sighed (she seemed to do a lot of that when Daniel was in the infirmary,) and went over to raise the bed so he could lean back. "It's 14:23 Daniel, as you, Sam, and Teal'c didn't actually sleep till past 2300 last night, and had been up for two days straight, I'm surprised you all woke as soon as you did."

"When did Teal'c wake up?"

"About 0900 this morning." Janet was looking more than a little amused by Daniel's flustered appearance. Or maybe it was just Daniel. Don't go there Sam. Janet still has you captive. "I gave him a final check-up and discharged him. I believe the Colonel paid him a visit after I offered to give him an extra check-up."

Yes, that would have moved the colonel pretty quick. Sam was slightly relieved. As touching as it was the Colonel wanted to check up on them, she preferred to be conscious and…well smarter. As good as it was for her health, fourteen or so hours sleep did not bode well for her hair. And…

As glad as she was to be home and safe, she was worried. She had seriously messed up out there. She had hesitated in obeying orders, which could have led to the death of her team. She knew it was unlikely Colonel O'Neill would report her, but maybe she should report herself. Their job was risky enough without members of their own team further endangering their lives. She settled herself back against the bed, trying to rid herself of such disturbing thoughts.

Teal'c rose from his bunk. Though his injuries were superficial in nature, they did as yet cause him some pain. The tretonin accelerated his healing to above that of the Tau'ri but could not completely compensate for the loss of his symbiote. He went to answer the knock on his door that had woken him. He already knew who it would be. Few Tau'ri had the courage to knock so insolently and loudly on his door.

"O'Neill." His friend stood rather stiffly outside his door. Obviously O'Neill's injuries were still causing him discomfort also.

"Hey Teal'c, want to come visit Carter and Daniel?" Teal'c frowned,

"Are there not twenty minutes remaining before Doctor Fraiser will grant you access to the infirmary?"

O'Neill shuffled, "Well yes, but a measly twenty minutes won't matter." He straightened up, "You coming or not?"

With an inward sigh, Teal'c nodded and followed O'Neill down the corridor. Though he was pleased his younger colleagues would recover, he was not looking forward to this visit. It was partially due to his actions that they were injured so severely, O'Neill too. Teal'c had been the first to undergo the alien's test, and had sent his friends to their deaths with little of the reluctance O'Neill had showed. Perhaps if he had performed better during his trial, the others would have been spared. He had been unable to prevent the alien's attack on their comrades, or to stop the Unas injuring O'Neill. He knew his friends would not reproach him for his actions, but they must surely blame him. It was possible his presence would make Daniel Jackson and Major Carter uncomfortable. Something he had no wish to do. However there was no choice now but to accompany O'Neill to the infirmary and face those he had failed so grievously. With a heavy heart, he followed.