Sorry bout that....took longer to finish than I thought. Hope you enjoy it more than I'm enjoying trying to find ways to write it...

"Sam?" Daniel replied. "You're awake?"

"What are we doing here?" asked Sam. "Where's Janet?"

"Um," said Daniel, "she's, uh, doing something at the gate. They needed a medical team, and the staff in the infirmary is pretty low today."

"Okay," said Sam, getting up. "So why are we here?"

"Um," said Daniel again, "are you...sure you should be getting up?"

"Daniel," said Sam, "Just tell me why we're here."

"Well, uh, you fainted yesterday."

"Right," she said, remembering. Then: "Yesterday?"

"Uh, yeah," said Daniel. "Almost exactly a day ago, actually. We brought you back through the gate."

"Oh," said Sam. "So what's wrong with you?"

"Oh, I got sick," he said, and grimaced.

Sam frowned. "How?"

Daniel shrugged. "They don't know. Actually, everyone was a lot more worried about you," he said. "You were kind of comatose for a while."

There was a commotion near the door, and both SG-1 members looked towards it. Sam was halfway between the two beds, and Daniel was still sitting on his temporary bed, knowing if he got up he'd probably fall. He hurriedly put the thermometer in his mouth, remembering that he was supposed to be taking his temperature.

A nurse entered, and readied the bed on the other side of Daniel. "What happened?" he asked.

She looked over at him. "SG-8," she said. "One of the men had an allergic reaction to a bug bite."

"Ow," said Sam. The nurse looked up at her, shocked, then ran out of the room, crying, "Dr. Frasier!"

"What am I, a ghost?" asked Sam, annoyed.

Janet ran into the room. "Sam, thank god!" she said. "Here, sit down."

"Why?" asked Sam. "I'm fine."

"Indulge me," said Janet. "You've been unconscious for 24 hours. We worry, you know."

Sam sighed, smiling, and sat down in the chair next to Daniel's bed. Daniel took the thermometer out of his mouth. "How's SG-8?" Sam asked.

Janet was procuring yet another miracle cure from her 'shot closet.' "Oh, Lieutenant Peters was stung by something. He'll be a bit uncomfortable for a while, but he's certainly not in any danger." Janet laughed, and turned around. "I can't believe you're awake, Sam."

"Why is everyone finding this so amazing?" Sam asked, annoyed.

Daniel was starting to feel dizzy, but he said quietly, "Nobody knew what was wrong with you."

Something in his voice alerted Janet to his state, and she looked at him and said quickly, "Lay down, Daniel." Sam looked at him, and stood to help him do so. "Thanks," he said, closing his eyes. He felt Sam taking his glasses off again.

Janet handed the shot to a nurse, saying, "For Lieutenant Peters," and then went to Daniel. She took the thermometer from his limp hand, and put it in his mouth until it beeped. "103.5," she said. "Fever's getting higher." She went to the medicine closet and removed a bottle of liquid Tylenol.

"Isn't that stuff for kids?" Daniel asked weakly.

"I find that when people are lying down, it's easier to give them something liquid than make them take a pill," said Janet. "However, if you want a pill..."

"No," said Daniel, and coughed. "Liquid's fine."

"Good," replied the doctor. She came over with a spoon, and dosed him. He licked some stray medicine off his lips, then turned over to try to sleep.

As he did, Janet gestured Sam to sit on the bed she'd occupied until recently. She did so, and Janet began to check her out again. "What's wrong with him? Is he going to be okay?"

Janet shook her head. "I have no idea, Sam. I wish I did. Well, anyway," she said, having finished all she could without blood or brain- wave tests, "You seem fine. How are you feeling?"

"Uh, great," said Sam. "Really...really great, actually."

Janet raised her eyebrows, but before she could respond, Jack said from the doorway, "Sam!"

Sam looked up. "Hey," she said.

Jack ran over, pushed Janet carefully to the side, and enveloped Sam in a huge bear hug. "Hey!" he said, "You're awake!"

"Oomph," said Sam, as she was crushed by his firm grip. Jack heard, and let go, concerned. "Thanks," she said. "Much as I appreciate it, sir, that was a pretty strong hug."

Jack had turned to Janet, though. "Why didn't you tell me she was awake?" he demanded.

"That she was awake? Colonel, it's been a little busy down here, you know. It's only been about ten minutes, anyway."

"Oh," said Jack. "Well, so how are you?" he asked, turning to Sam again. "We were worried about you."

"I'm fine," she said. "Look, is anyone gonna tell me what's going on?"

"You fainted," Jack began.

"No, I know that part," she said impatiently. "Colonel, what's wrong with Daniel?"

Jack turned to the doctor. "Janet? What's wrong with Daniel?"

Janet sighed, and said, "I don't know. His blood samples have the—purple...material in them, or whatever they are. But his reaction is completely different from Sam's."

"Purple...you mean the stuff that was in the soil on PY1-486?"

Janet nodded. "I should really check your blood again, Sam. We need to understand how this...disease...works."

Sam nodded too. "You should get the colonel's blood too, Janet." Jack spluttered, and Sam grinned guiltily. "Sorry, sir, but if it's a new disease it's important to know about all the stages of it.

"Including incubation," said Janet grimly. "I should get Teal'c's and SG-4's as well."

"Misery loves company," Jack grumbled.

"Hey, where is Teal'c? Janet asked. "I haven't seen him all day."

"Oh, he's having a fun-filled day of Star Wars and kelno'reem," said Jack.

"Ah," said Janet. She turned to Sam. "Well, let's get those samples."