"How long have you been awake?" Janet asked, blushing furiously.

Jack grinned, his dark eyes gleaming. Oh, he was sooo glad he'd woken up!

"Somewhere around..." Jack raised his voice a bit higher, 'if you don't kiss me, I'll just die...'"

"I didn't say that," Janet objected, still beet-red.

Bregman snorted in amusement, despite the fact that he was just as red as Janet was.

Fraiser hit him with her pillow, which only made him chuckle.

"Oh... Emmett... kiss me... I neeeeed –"Jack's teasing was cut off when Janet's pillow struck him in the face, but he was still smiling evilly. Janet knew she hadn't heard anywhere near the last of that.

O'Neill tossed the pillow back to Emmett, who tucked it carefully behind Janet's back.

"So, I take it you're feeling better?" Jack asked.

"I'm fine," Janet said. Damn! There was that word, again! "I'll probably be out of here before you are."

"What?" Jack scowled. "No. They said I get to leave tomorrow."

"I'm in charge of the infirmary, Colonel," Janet reminded him, her own eyes gleaming with humor, now. "I decide who leaves and when, and it looks to me like you're feeling a little under the weather..."

"You wouldn't..."

"Of course I would."

Yeah, he knew she would. Bah. The goober.

"Fine. Kiss him all you want to. See if I care..."

Janet gave him a triumphant look, and then turned back to Bregman.

"See? He's practically ordered me to kiss you."

She put her hands on his cheeks and pulled his face close enough for her to kiss him once more, this time wetly. She'd intended for it to be theatrically naughty just to see what O'Neill would say, but a heated flush went through her at the contact, and Bregman deepened it before either of them even thought about it.

"Oh, geeze!" Another voice interrupted them this time. "Get a room you two. Or at least close the curtain!"

They jerked apart so quickly that there was actually a wet sucking sound as their lips parted, and Cassie Fraiser made a face at both the sound and at the fact that she'd literally caught her mother sucking face with Bregman.

"I told them they should charge admission," Jack told the girl, who set a small pot of coffee and a couple of cups on the stand next to Janet's bed. "Is one of those cups for me?"

"I can't believe you let them do that, Jack," Cassie said, pouring a cup of coffee and bringing it over to Jack.

"She threatened to make me stay here longer..." Jack said, taking the cup from Cassie. "Thanks, Cass."

Cassandra giggled, and sat down on the edge of Jack's bed. She certainly didn't want to get too close to those two just then!

"How do you feel, Jack?" She asked, watching him take a sip of coffee and set the cup to the side. Jaffer eyed it for a moment, but then ignored it.

"I feel like..."

O'Neill reached out and pulled Cassie close to him, ignoring the stab of pain from his shoulder, and pressed his lips hard against her cheek, imitating the deep passionate kiss the two of them had witnessed, and making loud wet noises which made the girl giggle even more.

"... a great big kiss!"

Janet blushed again, but she also hadn't missed the fact that a sudden movement like that had to hurt. Even though Jack hadn't even winced, she was doctor enough to know it must have. However, Jack was doing her the great big favor of relaxing Cassandra even further, and Janet wouldn't spoil that by nagging him about it just then. She loved watching him play with her daughter like that, even if it was at her own expense.

"You two are asking for it..." She threatened.

"We're asking for it?" Jack asked, incredulously. "We're not the ones making out in the infirmary, doc..." He still had his good arm around Cassie, though, and he pulled her against his side once more. "Of course... Sam is going to be big and bulky soon, and I might need someone else to cuddle with once she doesn't fit in our bed... you interested in the job, Cass?"

"That's what you have Jaffer for," Janet told him. "And I can't wait until Sam hears what you just said."

"I'll deny every word. She'll never believe you."

"Cassie will back me up, won't you?"

Cassie smiled, looking over at Jack, who gave her his sad puppy eyes. She hugged him, glad that he was always there for her and proud that she was one of the few people he let his guard down completely with.

"I didn't hear anything..."

Janet scowled, and shook her head.

"Traitor."

"Speaking of Sam..." Cassie said, letting go of Jack and sitting up a little. "She wanted to be told when you woke up. I'll go get her."

"Thanks, Cass. Ask her to bring me something to eat, will you? I'm starved."

"Colonel..."

He looked over at Janet.

"Come on, Doc... I didn't have breakfast... for that matter, Jaffer didn't either. It's after lunch time, now... Are you going to make me go all day without eating? Do you have any idea how grumpy I'd get if I went all day without food?"

Cassie looked at Janet, who sighed and then nodded.

"Fine. Have Sam bring him a light meal. Nothing heavy – some soup and toast, or something like that."

"A steak, Cassie. And mashed potatoes." O'Neill corrected. "She's delirious, she doesn't know what she's saying."

"Bread and water, Cassie."

"Chicken."

"Just a piece of bread crust and water..."

"A hoagie sandwich."

"Water..."

"Fine... soup."

Cassandra giggled again and hopped off Jack's bed.

"Keep an eye on them, Jack." She warned, as she headed down the aisle.

Smiling, O'Neill watched as Cassie left, then turned to look at Janet and Bregman.

"Round two?"

Emmett flushed, but Janet just smiled.

"How's the shoulder?"

"Fine."

"You shouldn't rough house like that when you're-"

"I'm fine, Doc," Jack assured her. "It didn't hurt, and she needed it."

Janet nodded.

"Yes. She did. Thanks."

"So... does that mean I get to leave here tonight?"

"No chance in hell."

Bah.