Okay. Um, thanks, everyone, for the reviews...People actually like my story! Joy!

Uh, yeah, forgot to put the 'disclaimer' in yesterday, so it's stuck in the 4th chapter for some reason: I sure wish I owned them, but I don't.

Also, Teal'c has decided he doesn't want me to write him this time, so just ignore his abscence, k? Thanks!!!

Janet got up at 0700, having gotten only six hours of sleep, but unable to sleep any more. After dressing, she headed over to the infirmary, and found Colonel O'Neill at the foot of Sam's bed.

"No change, doctor," he said with a wry smile.

Janet ignored his attempt at humor. "I told you eight hours of sleep," she said sternly, hands on hips.

"Yeah, couldn't," said Jack. "Besides, I see you haven't gotten the required eight hours either. Unless you were right behind me on the way out last night," he said slyly.

"And I see you finally understand your addition," said a slightly congested voice from behind Janet. She turned, to see Daniel.

"I'll bet you didn't get the proper sleep dosage either, Daniel," said Jack leeringly. "For your information, I've been excellent at addition since the tender age of twelve."

Daniel ignored Jack, and said, "How's Sam?"

"Well, according to Dr. O'Neill here, she's the same. How he figured that out, however..."

"I asked the nurse," Jack said, slightly annoyed.

Janet walked over to Sam and gave her unconscious form a cursory check-up. "Yes, that would explain why you were correct." She turned to Daniel. "Now, what's wrong with you?"

Daniel looked up at her, startled. "Me?"

"Yeah, you sound a little hoarse," she said.

"Oh, that. I was looking at the dirt a few minutes ago," he said. "You know how organic stuff hates me."

As Janet moved to a closet, presumably to get something with which to dose Daniel, Jack said, "Why were you looking at it?"

Daniel shrugged. "I wasn't getting anywhere with the translations."

Janet approached with a needle. "So you decided to give yourself an allergic reaction?"

Daniel sniffed, and started rolling up his sleeve: he knew the drill for allergy shots. "Dirt usually doesn't affect me, Janet."

She swabbed his arm, inserted the needle, pushed. "Well, let me know if it gets worse," she sighed. Her usual instructions.

"Yeah," said Daniel. "And let us know if Sam gets worse."

"Or better," said Jack. "Not that you'll need to find me," he added, occupying an empty chair.

"Actually," said Daniel, "she will." He pulled Jack up out of the chair, who looked at Daniel questioningly. "I know from experience how much more can get done when you're not around, Jack." He started pulling Jack out of the infirmary.

"So..." Jack said.

"So you're coming with me." As he pulled his friend and team leader away from the infirmary, he looked back, to see Janet mouthing 'thank you!'

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In Daniel's office, Jack was juggling balls of paper—with little success—while Daniel muttered in several different languages, looking for something new from the temple, something he hadn't seen before.

"Alas!" said Jack, behind him. "Poor Yorick; I knew him well." Daniel turned, and saw Jack, striking a dramatic pose, Daniel's Complete Works of Shakespeare in one hand.

"Jack!" Daniel grabbed the book.

"That got your attention," said Jack. "Let's go to lunch; it's 1500 already."

Daniel sighed. "Jack, I'm still not really good at military time—"

"3:00," said Jack. "C'mon, I'm hungry.

"Well, I'm not," said Daniel. "You go ahead."

"Sure? There's a lot of jello—"

"Yes, Jack, I'm sure. Go...pig out on jello."

Jack dropped the clown act for a minute. "You okay, Daniel?"

Daniel sighed. "I'm not hungry, Jack."

Jack looked at his friend, diligently working on translation, then shrugged and left the room.

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On the way back from the commissary, Jack stopped by the infirmary.

"I thought Daniel was going to keep you out of my way today," said Janet, smiling.

"He's been doing it all day. I figure he deserves a break," said Jack. "So how's Sam?"

"Still the same," said Janet, the smile sliding off her face. "I don't know what's wrong with her!"

Jack said, "Can I see her?"

"Sure," said the doctor, shrugging helplessly. She walked towards the far end of the ward, gesturing him to follow.

Sam was lying just as she had that morning—as though asleep.

Janet sighed. "So," she said, clearly trying to make conversation, "were you driving Daniel crazy all day?"

"Mwa?" he said. "Of course not; I was amusing him."

"Mmm," said Janet, as though she didn't believe him.

"'Mmm,'" Jack repeated.

They looked at each other, out of things to say. Then Jack said, "Maybe you should come visit Daniel."

Janet frowned. "Why?"

"Well, you're so good at threats, you know. Make him eat something."

The frown deepened. "Why isn't he eating?"

Jack shrugged.

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"Gah!" Daniel dropped his pencil and ran his hand over his eyes. He'd translated dozens and dozens of panels, but he hadn't found anything that could help Sam or shed any light on the situation. To make things worse, Janet's antihistamines weren't working anymore, and his head was throbbing.

Someone knocked on the door, and he said hoarsely, "Come in."

The door opened to reveal Janet and Jack. "Daniel?" Janet asked.

Daniel smiled wanly. "Hey," he said. "Is Sam all right?"

"Still no change," said Janet. "How are you?"

Daniel contemplated lying, but knew Janet would catch it, and that would make anything she did to him a lot worse. "Oh, your antihistamines wore off," he said, trying to sound as casual as possible. "So I've got a headache... But it's not that bad," he said, trying to put a balance between truth and lie.

"Right," said Janet vaguely, as she walked over to him. She took his wrist, and put her free hand on his forehead. "Pulse is a little fast, and you've got a slight fever," she said. "When did you last eat?"

Daniel looked at Jack accusingly. "You put her up to this, didn't you?"

Jack gave his friend look for look, and said, all traces of humor gone for once, "I was worried about you. You have no idea how pale you look, do you?"

Daniel sighed, and closed his eyes. "No, now that you mention it. None whatsoever." Then he told Janet, "Last night. I wasn't hungry at all today."

"All right." Janet had taken her hand off his forehead, but had kept holding onto his wrist. Now, she used her grip to pull him up. "Can you walk okay?" she asked, concerned.

"Yes, I can walk," he said, annoyed. "Look, if we're going to the infirmary, at least let me bring my stuff." He started gathering up his papers.

"You said it wasn't there," said Jack.

"I said I couldn't find it," Daniel said. "It has to be there." Finished, he stepped away from the table, then hurriedly put a steadying arm out as he swayed.

"Daniel?" said Janet.

"I'm fine," he said, his eyes closed.

"Sure y'are," said Jack, swinging his arm around Daniel's shoulders. With his and Janet's help, Daniel walked to the infirmary.