There's a reason for the phrase 'sleep on it'. Tons of people have found that if they go to bed with a problem, the solution will come to them in their sleep. Not because they're magical people, of course, and the answer was sent to them with a wave of the hand or proverbial magic wand, but because while they sleep their subconscious mind has a chance to take over from their conscious mind and sort through the problem using memories and experiences that the person might have had sometime in their life but had forgotten about. The information is still there, of course, it's just a matter of accessing something that is possibly long since buried under a pile of other memories or experiences. The conscious mind doesn't dig through memories nearly as well as the subconscious mind does.

This is true in pretty much everyone, and no less true for Janet Fraiser. While she slept, her mind was on the same problem it had been wrestling with when she'd tumbled into the VIP bed, exhausted and worn out, but still troubled.

"It's simple, Janet," Her instructor – a hapless but brilliant soul whose name had been James Robert Grent. The moment his students had found out the easy-going professor's name, he'd instantly become 'Jim Bob' to them all – including one very young second year med student named Janet Fraiser. "All you have to remember when it comes to dealing with the unknown illnesses is that somewhere out there, there's something that will defeat it. Usually all you need to do is look at the source of the illness – where did it come from, for instance – and ask yourself why does this plant or animal need to produce a defense in the form of a bacterium in the first place. Find out what kills the animal, you'll find out what will kill the bacterium. Not always the same with viruses, but if you're ever facing something you've never seen before – and let's hope you never do – it's the best place to start."

That sparked her subconscious mind once more, and ideas and suggestions flowed from there. She needed to go to the source of the problem – no she couldn't do that, and she couldn't send anyone else. PYR-002 was officially off-limits to all SGC personnel. They couldn't risk anyone else coming down with whatever it was that had dropped O'Neill so quickly and efficiently. She couldn't go to the source.

She couldn't, her subconscious mind told her, but what if there was someone who could? Someone they didn't have to worry would catch the illness, no matter how many little slivers attached to him?

There wasn't.

There was.

Teal'c.

They'd searched him, much as they'd searched O'Neill. Once Janet had known what to look for, she'd had Teal'c checked just as thoroughly as she'd checked Jack O'Neill. The Jaffa had undergone the examination willingly since he'd hoped that it would prove to be some use for the medics who were researching the illness. They'd found several slivers embedded in his skin, and Teal'c hadn't fallen ill. Junior was obviously responsible for the protection from illness, which meant they couldn't do the same for Jack – who'd never accept a symbiote even to save his life – but it did mean that they had someone who could go back to the planet. Someone who could retrace their steps and hopefully find the plant that the sliver had come from, and even better, find an animal or insect that was eating or grazing on this plant. Find an animal that could safely eat the plant, and they'd probably find an animal with a built-in immunity to the bacterium – if it was a bacterium.

Find the built-in immunity, and you'd find the beginnings of an antidote to the illness.

Janet's eyes flew open, and she sat up in the bed so quickly she almost fell out of it. She looked at her watch – she'd been asleep almost 5 hours! Five wasted hours in which she could have already sent Teal'c on his way!

"Damn it!"

No. Not wasted. She'd forgotten completely about Jim Bob. So many other instructors had come and gone, so many other life experiences... Janet knew she'd never have thought of going back to the planet without having first thought of that initial conversation she'd had with one of her first instructors.

She was down the hall in an instant, heading for the infirmary and calling a passing Airman to find Teal'c and ask him to join her there. The soldier took off at a run, knowing Janet wouldn't have ordered it for no reason, and Janet stopped just long enough at a bathroom to take care of personal needs and make sure she didn't look like she'd just woken up – which would never do. Then she entered the infirmary, and headed for Jack O'Neill's room.

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Sam looked up when the door opened, and she felt slightly relieved when she saw Janet. Carter was still sitting on the edge of Jack's bed, and she was still holding his hand, but she was more worried than she'd been earlier. He'd fallen asleep, but his breathing was ragged and hoarse, and she thought that even with the fresh icepacks that had been placed around his body only five or ten minutes before, he seemed to be warmer.

"Sam, how's he doing?"

Janet walked over; motioning for Carter to move so she could take her place, which Sam did willingly. Fraiser took his hand, checked his eyes and frowned when she looked over at the monitor and saw his temperature was rising. She checked his chart to see if the icepacks were fresh, found that they were, and put her stethoscope to O'Neill's chest to check his breathing.

"He's worse, isn't he?" Sam asked.

"Hush, I'm listening."

She had already heard what she needed to hear, though. The elation she'd felt when she'd woken up was tempered by the fact that the bacterium was wearing out O'Neill's immune system faster than Janet had expected. Sam was right; he was getting worse. Was already worse. The fever was too high for safety and the congestion in his lungs was far more pronounced than it had been, which was recognizable in the rough breathing Janet had heard the moment she walked in. She looked over at Sam, who looked panicked, and was quick to reassure as much as she could.

"He's worse, but it's not critical yet, Sam." She pulled the blankets from O'Neill's body and called a couple of corpsmen into the room. "I want him in an ice bath. Twenty minutes in, fifteen minutes out. Keep doing it until I tell you to stop."

"Yes, ma'am."

One hurried off to get a portable tub; the other started oiling Jack to keep the ice from having direct contact to skin, which would cause frostbite far too quickly.

"An ice bath?" Sam asked.

"It'll keep the fever down. He's really getting too warm to avoid it, Sam."

"He won't like that."

"Better he's upset than too hot."

Sam nodded. She wasn't a medical doctor, but she knew the dangers of too high a fever.

"I've got an idea," Janet told her, trying to take her mind off what was happening. "I've sent for Teal'c-"

She was interrupted by the arrival at the door of Teal'c and Daniel, both. Daniel had been dozing at Janet's desk, but had woken just in time to see the Jaffa walking past the door with such a purpose to his steps that he'd jumped to his feet and followed.

"I am here, Doctor Fraiser."

She nodded, and glanced over at the bed. They didn't need to watch this. With a wave, she gestured for them all to leave the room.

"Come with me, please. I have a plan, and I only want to explain it once."

With that, she led them out of the room, and towards the door. To only explain it once meant finding Hammond and explaining it to him, as well, since he'd be the one to authorize Teal'c's trip through the gate.

Curious, and a little hopeful, since it was the first time Janet hadn't looked quite so frustrated, the three followed her.