The paper airplane sailed right past Janet Fraiser's nose and on towards its intended target, landing in a spectacular crash against the CO of SG-10's pristine white cast. The Captain grinned, and used her good arm to send her own forces out against the intruders – which were coming from all directions. A Sergeant from the other end of the infirmary flung a speedy, super aerodynamic plane towards the Captain missed her completely and the pointed end of the doomed plane landed in Janet Fraiser's ear.

Jack O'Neill snickered at the look of annoyance that crossed Fraiser's face as she picked up the plane and added it to a growing stack of confiscated aircraft at the foot of her bed.

"Colonel..."

He gave her an innocent look, even as a big glider came soaring in and hit him in the forehead. Jack picked the plane up, and smiled when he saw that someone had actually drawn a little pilot guy in the cockpit and a flag on the side with the letters USAF. Of course, they were all just as bored as he was, so why not add a little extra artwork? With a practiced flick of his only free hand, Jack sent the little pilot out on another mission, aiming for the Science officer of SG-3.

"Doctor?" His pilot sent away, Jack had a moment to spare, even as he reached for another piece of paper from a large stack at his side. He had to replace the lost airplane, after all.

"Shouldn't you be sleeping?"

"I'm not sleepy."

None of them were. They'd all slept well through the night, and in the morning had been given a healthy breakfast before the duty shifts changed and new personnel came in to take care of the patients in the infirmary. Jaffer had been fed, and Sam had shown up almost immediately after they'd all had breakfast, looking a little pale, but assuring him after she kissed him and Jaffer both that she was okay, and had taken one of Fraiser's little pills to stave off the morning sickness enough that she could have some breakfast.

She asked him how he was doing, then went over and made a fuss over Janet for a while, much to Jack's amusement and that of all the other patients. Fraiser finally kicked her out of the infirmary, and Jack had her take Jaffer with her, deciding the lab definitely needed to get some fresh air and different surroundings for a while. Sam didn't mind at all. Jaffer was good company and hadn't eaten any of her experiments in a long time. She asked if he needed anything, and he requisitioned a stack of paper. A great big stack, he'd told her. Enough to write a novel.

She noticed he didn't ask for an ink pen, though, so Sam had a fair idea what he wanted the paper for. She smiled, and brought him an entire stack – 500 sheets of perfectly good copy paper – and told him to have fun as she and Jaffer had walked out of the infirmary.

Janet was going to kill Sam, she decided, as yet another plane came soaring in. You'd think Air Force personnel would have better aim, she thought with a certain resignation as the plane crashed onto her laptop. She picked it up and added it to the pile, but already O'Neill was creating another replacement plane that would instantly be thrown to some target on the other end of the room. The plane would make its way from injured person to injured person – some wouldn't make it too far, if they crashed off a bed, or into a passing medic. These were the doomed planes, but there were plenty to make up for the losses – Colonel O'Neill could make a paper airplane astoundingly fast with only one hand – and sometimes losses were just part of the battle, right?

"I could have them give you something to help you sleep," Janet told him.

"What?" Jack gave her a look of mock surprise. "You'd dope up a more or less healthy person, just to get them to sleep?"

Right about then, she was willing to whack him over the head with a frying pan if it meant no more airplanes in her bed. And there was at least half a stack of paper on Jack's bed, waiting to be transformed.

"I-"

"Am I interrupting?"

Janet looked over at the new voice and smiled. While she'd been distracted by Jack, Emmett Bregman had entered the infirmary, followed by a very hesitant cameraman. Ben Crane looked around at the injured personnel, and was struck almost immediately by a passing plane – one that was probably meant for O'Neill and just hadn't had enough momentum to get there. Crane smiled, and tossed it back in the general direction it came from, then walked over to O'Neill, giving Emmett a chance to talk to Janet privately – as privately as they could with a full infirmary, that is.

"Good morning, Ben." Jack said, already making another plane.

"Good morning, Colonel. How do you feel?"

"Not too bad. I should be out of here today."

"That's good to hear."

They were carefully polite to each other, but there was no animosity in Jack's voice at all, and Ben relaxed a little more.

"Want help with that?" He asked, pointing at the plane Jack was almost finished with.

"Nah, I got it..." Jack gestured to the stack of paper. "You might make one or two for me, though, while Emmett there talks to Doctor Fraiser. I think they're getting killed faster than I can build them."

Janet ignored that comment, and the fact that even more planes were being assembled. She only had eyes for Bregman just then. He came over and sat on the edge of her bed, and took her hand.

"How do you feel? Any pain?"

She smiled, and shook her head.

"Just a little. Nothing I can't handle."

"Is there anything I can get you? Bring you?"

Janet shook her head again. She didn't need anything, and she didn't want him to leave just yet. He'd only gotten there, after all.

"Just your company."

Emmett smiled, and leaned over and kissed her softly, and was promptly struck by an incoming aircraft.

"Sorry, Bregman."

"No problem, Colonel." He picked the plane up, tossed it towards Ben, and ignoring the amusement of those who were watching, he bent and kissed Janet softly once more.

"They've been flying their little missions all morning," Janet told him when he'd pulled away. She was slightly flushed, but it had nothing to do with her injury.

"That's what they do, though, right?" Emmett asked her.

"They're not supposed to be doing it in my infirmary, though."

Janet wasn't really all that annoyed, of course. Of she was, she would have made them stop a long time ago. It was good for them to have something to do that would amuse them and keep them in good spirits. Someone heals a lot faster when they're cheerful than they do when they're grumpy, and she knew it. It wasn't as if anyone was going to have an eye poked out or anything, right?

A plane sailed past her from the other end of the room, and a moment later Jack clutched his face in mock agony.

"My eye!"

Janet sighed.