Author's Note: No, no Sam. This is somewhat of a buffer chapter, so I'm sorry if it's too short, it's just the way I write. And I'll have you know I did it in fifteen minutes! Lol, my brain was just on the right track today. Tell me what you think, and I'll update later.

Pacing around the infirmary 'waiting room', Jack was waiting to see how Daniel was doing. He didn't know why he had punched his friend in the shoulder, aside from disobeying him. But hey, he did that all the time.

"Damnit Daniel, the ice cream tasting was tomorrow", Jack cursed under his breath as he paced back and forth, being constantly watched by that young Major Sheppard who he had not so long ago flown with.

Suddenly, from behind the curtains, Jack heard a soft, distinctive sigh of Daniel. Stepping forward, Jack felt a hand on his shoulder, gently holding him back.

"Sir, I think it's best we wait for ok from Beckett", the younger man commented to the superior officer.

Wanting to jump in there an apologize, and then scold Daniel to death, Jack decided that it was better for everyone if they just held off right now. General O'Neill stood silently; ready to pounce at a moment's notice. He had to be sure that he didn't seriously injure his long time friend.

Finally, after what had seemed like forever, he was allowed back to see Doctor Jackson, whose arm was once again in a sling.

"This time, I don't have to ask," Daniel commented, rolling his eyes, "And I know what you're going to say, Jack. That it's my fault, and we should've never come here. We should've taken it back to Earth for testing. That I could've killed us all..."

Before Daniel could go on with his rambling that he does so well, Jack stopped him by holding up his hand, "Stop Daniel, just stop. Yeah, I'm mad at you. Yeah, you disobeyed me. None of that changes the fact that I'm really sorry about your arm, and I shouldn't have punched you."

"Thanks, Jack", Daniel breathed; he did not know what to say to his commanding officer.

This was amazing; Jack was being nice again, after Daniel had done something so wrong that if he was in the military, and they were back at Earth, he'd be in such major trouble.

"So, how's the arm?" The elder gentleman asked, smiling softly.

"Oh, I'll live. I'll be out of here later today, and I'm going to help McKay with some translations", Daniel smiled wholeheartedly.

Jack frowned at the statement, "What about..."

"That's what these translations are about, Rodney thinks. He's been having a lot of trouble with them. Apparently, some natives from another planet have been trying to help him, but they don't really know the language that well", Daniel shrugged with his good arm.

The ugly orange scrubs were bothering both of the old friends. General O'Neill, however, was the first one to give the good doctor a funny look regarding them.

"That's all we got from Earth, don't blame me", Carson said defensively under the glare.

Both Jackson and O'Neill laughed together, so, it was their fault. When they got back, they'd have to send them a descent color.