Jack turned towards the General, who had just entered the gate room. "Sir,
permission to return to PY1-486?"
"Permission granted, but only to get SG-4 back. I want everyone to be out of there within an hour. You can go back for a more permanent stay when we have a firm handle on the situation, Colonel."
Jack gave his 'I really don't want to obey you, but you've given me an order, dammit' sigh, and said "When can we leave, General?"
General Hammond was already leaving. On his way out, he said "Now," before heading up to the control room to give the orders to redial.
"C'mon, kids, let's go," said Jack to his slightly diminished team, as they headed back through the gate.
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On the other side of the gate, Jack said, "Okay, Daniel, go to that temple place, and get pictures of as many of those wall things as you can. Meet us back at the gate in an hour. Teal'c, you guard him." He jogged to the lab and told SG-4 what was going on, and said, "We need to get as much of this stuff outta here as possible, especially the sciency stuff."
"Sir," said Major Garham, "What's wrong with Major Carter? Is she okay?"
"She's, uh...asleep," said Jack. "They don't know what's wrong with her yet, but Hammond's ordered us out until we know more about the situation. We have an hour to get as much stuff as we can carry through. I want Major Carter's supplies—especially her sample things—and Dr. Jackson's...uh...paraphernalia and stuff."
"Sir," the Major said, as he and his team started working, Jack toting with the rest of them.
---------------------------------- An hour later...
As soon as SG-1 got back through the stargate, they headed towards the infirmary, Daniel carrying papers, Jack juggling a few dozen vials, and Teal'c picking up what either of them dropped.
When they entered the infirmary, Jack scanned the room for Janet, quickly found her, and dumped the vials into her arms. "From the planet," he said.
Janet looked confusedly up at him, then realized what he meant, and said, "Uh, thank you."
"So how is she?" asked Daniel, trying (in vain) to shuffle his papers into some form of order.
"Absolutely no difference whatsoever," Janet sighed. "All we've managed to do is confirm my initial diagnosis."
"You what?" asked Jack.
"We confirmed that she's asleep," said Janet. "We can't wake her up for more than a few seconds, and she's hardly what could be considered awake when we do. Brain activity and REM are normal for somebody who's asleep, but even if she were horrendously sleep deprived, she could still stay awake for a few minutes at a time. I took some blood half an hour ago, but the results haven't come back yet. She's not in a coma, but she may as well be."
"Um, what does that mean?" said Jack. "That last thing, I mean."
Daniel sighed. "It means she won't wake up, Jack."
"Oh," said Jack. "Well. That's...depressing."
Daniel was looking towards the ground. He looked up at Janet for a second, then said, "You'll tell us if anything changes?"
Janet smiled at him. "Of course," she said. Daniel gave a not-smile, nodded, and turned, carrying his papers towards his office.
Jack stayed for another minute, gazing at Janet, trying to think of something to say. "Ah," he said, finally, "Good luck." Janet nodded and murmured a 'thanks.' Jack walked out of the infirmary, Teal'c directly behind him.
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After that, Janet was constantly chasing Jack out of her infirmary. It wasn't fair, Jack thought. Daniel had something useful to do, and Teal'c could accept that there was nothing he could do. But all Jack could do was bug Janet.
Two hours after their return with SG-4, all conscious members of SG-1 went to the briefing room for the usual meeting. Janet was there as well, today, due to Sam's collapse.
It was quick, because nobody really knew what to say beyond what had been said. All the other panels Daniel had translated so far only described the history of PY1-486, and none of it had to do with purple dirt or people suddenly collapsing into long bouts of slumber. Janet had determined that yes, the purple stuff was in Sam's blood, but she had no idea what, exactly, it was doing to her, or what she could do to reverse the effects. Jack and Teal'c related their own versions of what had happened, but other than that, Jack felt utterly useless. It's not like this is helping, he thought. All this is doing is confirming how much we don't know. After the meeting, Jack went back to yo-yoing, interrupted by his thrice-hourly checks on Sam, all of which involved Janet saying patiently, "No changes, Colonel," and then chasing him out with threats of big pointy things. Finally, at 2300, she ordered him to get some sleep. "What if it's contagious?" she asked.
Jack, of course, replied that if all it did was make one sleep, it was a bit ludicrous to go to sleep to prevent it, but that didn't dissuade Janet, who pushed him out of her office, and said, "Now don't come back for at least eight hours!"
He was convinced he wouldn't sleep, but after staring at the ceiling for what seemed like an hour, he eventually did.
"Permission granted, but only to get SG-4 back. I want everyone to be out of there within an hour. You can go back for a more permanent stay when we have a firm handle on the situation, Colonel."
Jack gave his 'I really don't want to obey you, but you've given me an order, dammit' sigh, and said "When can we leave, General?"
General Hammond was already leaving. On his way out, he said "Now," before heading up to the control room to give the orders to redial.
"C'mon, kids, let's go," said Jack to his slightly diminished team, as they headed back through the gate.
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On the other side of the gate, Jack said, "Okay, Daniel, go to that temple place, and get pictures of as many of those wall things as you can. Meet us back at the gate in an hour. Teal'c, you guard him." He jogged to the lab and told SG-4 what was going on, and said, "We need to get as much of this stuff outta here as possible, especially the sciency stuff."
"Sir," said Major Garham, "What's wrong with Major Carter? Is she okay?"
"She's, uh...asleep," said Jack. "They don't know what's wrong with her yet, but Hammond's ordered us out until we know more about the situation. We have an hour to get as much stuff as we can carry through. I want Major Carter's supplies—especially her sample things—and Dr. Jackson's...uh...paraphernalia and stuff."
"Sir," the Major said, as he and his team started working, Jack toting with the rest of them.
---------------------------------- An hour later...
As soon as SG-1 got back through the stargate, they headed towards the infirmary, Daniel carrying papers, Jack juggling a few dozen vials, and Teal'c picking up what either of them dropped.
When they entered the infirmary, Jack scanned the room for Janet, quickly found her, and dumped the vials into her arms. "From the planet," he said.
Janet looked confusedly up at him, then realized what he meant, and said, "Uh, thank you."
"So how is she?" asked Daniel, trying (in vain) to shuffle his papers into some form of order.
"Absolutely no difference whatsoever," Janet sighed. "All we've managed to do is confirm my initial diagnosis."
"You what?" asked Jack.
"We confirmed that she's asleep," said Janet. "We can't wake her up for more than a few seconds, and she's hardly what could be considered awake when we do. Brain activity and REM are normal for somebody who's asleep, but even if she were horrendously sleep deprived, she could still stay awake for a few minutes at a time. I took some blood half an hour ago, but the results haven't come back yet. She's not in a coma, but she may as well be."
"Um, what does that mean?" said Jack. "That last thing, I mean."
Daniel sighed. "It means she won't wake up, Jack."
"Oh," said Jack. "Well. That's...depressing."
Daniel was looking towards the ground. He looked up at Janet for a second, then said, "You'll tell us if anything changes?"
Janet smiled at him. "Of course," she said. Daniel gave a not-smile, nodded, and turned, carrying his papers towards his office.
Jack stayed for another minute, gazing at Janet, trying to think of something to say. "Ah," he said, finally, "Good luck." Janet nodded and murmured a 'thanks.' Jack walked out of the infirmary, Teal'c directly behind him.
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After that, Janet was constantly chasing Jack out of her infirmary. It wasn't fair, Jack thought. Daniel had something useful to do, and Teal'c could accept that there was nothing he could do. But all Jack could do was bug Janet.
Two hours after their return with SG-4, all conscious members of SG-1 went to the briefing room for the usual meeting. Janet was there as well, today, due to Sam's collapse.
It was quick, because nobody really knew what to say beyond what had been said. All the other panels Daniel had translated so far only described the history of PY1-486, and none of it had to do with purple dirt or people suddenly collapsing into long bouts of slumber. Janet had determined that yes, the purple stuff was in Sam's blood, but she had no idea what, exactly, it was doing to her, or what she could do to reverse the effects. Jack and Teal'c related their own versions of what had happened, but other than that, Jack felt utterly useless. It's not like this is helping, he thought. All this is doing is confirming how much we don't know. After the meeting, Jack went back to yo-yoing, interrupted by his thrice-hourly checks on Sam, all of which involved Janet saying patiently, "No changes, Colonel," and then chasing him out with threats of big pointy things. Finally, at 2300, she ordered him to get some sleep. "What if it's contagious?" she asked.
Jack, of course, replied that if all it did was make one sleep, it was a bit ludicrous to go to sleep to prevent it, but that didn't dissuade Janet, who pushed him out of her office, and said, "Now don't come back for at least eight hours!"
He was convinced he wouldn't sleep, but after staring at the ceiling for what seemed like an hour, he eventually did.