"We've found it..."

Fraiser looked down at the paper the lab technician handed her, unwilling to agree with the young man until she'd seen it for herself. After looking through the papers for a short minute, though, she allowed herself a nod, and saw him answer it with a relieved and very tired smile.

"Yes... that's the one we're looking for." Janet agreed, turning the page and double-checking the figures. They were the same. "Have Doctor Grent run the test once more, just to make sure." There was always the chance the results were a one-time only thing, so she wanted them run again. Janet Fraiser never took any chances when it came to the health of the people she was responsible for. Especially when the staff was tired and there was always a chance of a mistake being made from lack of sleep.

"Yes, Ma'am."

The technician left, and Janet went to check on Jack.

OOOOOOOOO

He was in bed, with his team settled in chairs around him. Daniel was dozing in one chair, his head tilted at an angle that was destined to give him a crick in his neck when he woke up. Sam was dozing as well, but she was far more comfortable, having curled into a compact ball on the edge of the bed, her own head resting on the pillow next to Jack's. Janet was certain she hadn't actually intended to fall asleep like that – it was a fairly intimate position for her to be caught in – but Carter had been staying close to O'Neill, and Janet had to admit that she had probably been the difference so far. If she wanted to strip down and sleep naked with him, Fraiser wouldn't say no. Of course, Hammond and the rest of the brass probably wouldn't agree with that, but they weren't there, and they didn't see the battle that had been going on between Sam's will for Jack to live and Jack's exhaustion and readiness to give up.

Teal'c looked up when Fraiser quietly entered the room. He wasn't sleeping and wasn't tired. He'd been watching as the others slept, naturally taking the role of silent guardian as he did so often when it came to the members of his team. He was just as worried about O'Neill as the others, but unless you knew him, you'd never know it by looking at him. He hid his emotions extremely well. Janet knew him well enough to know, though. Knew by looking at him, and also by the constant vigil he'd been keeping since he'd returned from PYR-002. Teal'c tended to keep to the background, but now he was right there with the others, just as unwilling to leave O'Neill alone as the others were.

Janet ran her hand gently along Daniel's shoulder as she walked up to the bed. It was a good way to wake him up without startling him, Janet knew. His blue eyes opened and he looked around as he sat more upright, but Fraiser had already moved on to the bed. She rested her hand softly on Carter's shoulder as she looked down at O'Neill.

It was astounding to see the difference only a couple of days had made. Jack's face was flushed from his fever – which was down just then since he'd only been out of the hated ice bath for about twenty minutes – and was haggard and worn from his battle with the illness. Even asleep, he looked exhausted, and Janet wasn't positive she'd be able to wake him if she needed to. She didn't need to, though. Not just then. She would have liked to have him awake, and talking and joking – or even complaining – but she didn't need to wake him to ask how he was feeling. She already knew that answer.

"Janet?"

Sam was watching her sleepily, but there was fear and worry in her eyes.

"I think we have the first antigen about ready to try, Sam," Fraiser said, reaching past Carter and double-checking the lines going into O'Neill's IV to make sure all the moving they were doing hadn't tangled anything. She knew better, though. Her medical staff would never make a mistake like that – no matter how tired they were.

"Have you given it to him, yet?"

"I'm running another test right now. If it comes out with the same results, then we'll try it."

"How long?"

"It won't take long to test, and the results we've seen so far seem to indicate that the antigens attack the bacterium almost immediately – we're just making sure that it won't attack anything else in Colonel O'Neill as well."

Sam nodded; that made sense, even though she hated the wait. She realized then that she was practically cuddled up against Jack, and she sat up a little more, moving away a tad. But not much.

"Will it work?" Daniel asked, rubbing his neck, with a pained look in his expression. Janet had been right about the crick in his neck.

"That's what the tests are for, Daniel," Janet said. "It's looking promising, though."

"Doctor Fraiser?"

They all looked up when the same medical technician knocked on the door, softly. In his hand was another set of papers, which he held up for her. Janet walked over and took them, and everyone in the room – except Jack – watched her as she flipped through the results. Finally she looked up, nodding.

"Let's try it."

The med tech nodded, and left, and Janet swept out of the room after him, telling the occupants that she'd be right back.

"That's probably a good sign," Daniel said, watching as she left.

Sam couldn't help but agree. Janet had certainly looked hopeful. She looked back down at O'Neill, and pressed the back of her hand against his damp, flushed cheek. There wasn't any reaction to her touch, but she wasn't surprised. He hadn't responded to anything she'd done for a long time, now, and only the monitors and the fact that she could see him breathing and feel his heart beating gave her any indication that he was still fighting.

"Let's hope so..."

It was only about ten minutes later when Fraiser returned with a syringe in her hand. Without preamble, she went over to the bed and injected the contents of the syringe into the IV tube that was attached to O'Neill's hand. Then she gave them a small, forced smile.

"Will it work?" Sam asked.

"We'll have to wait and see, Sam."