"Ian-"

"Jack," Sam's voice cut into whatever Jack was going to say and he looked over at her. She was just getting to her feet as well. "He's had a rough night, give him a little slack..."

Visibly putting a rein on his own temper – which was flaring – Jack scowled and looked at the dark-haired cadet.

"Tell me what happened."

"How the hell should I know? They're your guys, you ask them."

"What?"

"The guys... the commando types? The ones that-"

"What commandoes?"

"The ones that woke us up," Shawn said, rubbing his head. "They were military..."

"They're not my guys," Jack said, moving Shawn's hand and trying to get a look at his head to see if there was a cut still. The boy's hair had grown back a bit since he'd had it shaved at the start of the school term, so it covered more now and Jack couldn't see anything. "What happened?"

"They came in our room and were whispering about something or the other..." Ian began, and then he trailed off when he started looking for a door out of the room and saw the main view screen that he'd somehow managed to miss before in his anger and confusion. A whole wall with a moving picture of the earth as it might have been seen from space. That was pretty impressive. He walked towards it, followed numbly by River, who had just noticed the screen as well.

"What were they whispering about?" Jack asked. "Did you hear?"

"What?"

Ian couldn't get his eyes off the screen. The view even made him forget that he was mad about being treated so roughly by O'Neill and his cronies.

Jack went over and put his hand on Ian's bare shoulder, turning him around roughly. He didn't have time for gawking just then; he needed to know what had happened, and Ian was the only one that really seemed all that lucid. Ian shrugged his hand off his shoulder, his dark eyes flashing in renewed anger at yet another conceived assault.

"Stop that, all right? I'm fucking tired of being b-"

"Shut your fucking mouth and tell me what happened."

"I told you! Some guys came into the room, all dressed up in their black pajamas and shit, holding guns and whispering about the one they wanted or something like that. I look down and they're all over the place-"

"How many?"

"Three. Maybe four, but I think three. One was at Hayden's bed, one was at the door and one was pointing a gun at Shawn."

"At Shawn?" Jack looked over at Shawn, who shrugged. He didn't remember anything. All he could remember was a lot of dark and a serious whack to the head. Then nothing since he woke up with Thor hovering over him. The cadet looked over at Thor, then at Jack. What the heck was he going to do about that? There was no mistaking that River and Ian had both seen the Asgard. "What was he saying?"

"I didn't stop to listen."

"What did you do?"

"Tackled the bastard with the gun. We got into it, punches and all that. Next thing I know I'm waking up in some fucking little room with a headache that goes all the way to my gut, and then I find myself here, you and that... whatever the hell it is hovering over Shawn with some glowing brand or something and I'm tackled by your fucking dog and dragged to the ground like some kind of-"

"I get it."

Jack scowled, looking over at River, who was looking at the image of the Earth spinning with a glazed and confused expression on his face.

"Do you have anything to add to that?"

River turned his atteniton to Jack, who saw that he was very pale under that deep tan of his. Whatever the men in dark pajamas had used to knock the cadets out with, River wasn't handling it very well.

"What?"

"Sam?" Jack reached over and put his hand on River's shoulder. "I need you to-"

"Get away from him," Ian snarled, pushing Jack's hand off River. He'd seen how awful Hayden looked, too, and unlike Jack – who didn't know how River normally looked – Ian could tell his roommate looked ready to collapse. What the hell was going on? The last thing he needed was O'Neill roughing him up, too.

A low growl sounded from Jaffer, who didn't like the rough treatment of his Jack – even from a guy that he normally didn't mind so much – and Ian glared down at the dog, too, ready to take on both of them if he had to. "Can't you see whatever you used on him is fucking him up?"

"Jaffer, down." Jack was heartily sick of the cadet accusing him of what had happened, but he could actually see where it would like that to the young man – and he couldn't fault him for trying to defend his own. Jack would have done it, too, after all. "This wasn't us," Jack told the cadet, who had draped River's arm over his shoulder, supporting him before he fell. "I don't know who did it, but I'm going to find out."

He turned to Sam again. "I need you to take these guys down to the SGC –get some medics to check them out and make sure they're all right – and then let Hammond know what's going on."

Sam nodded, and Jack turned to Thor.

"Send them down-"

"I'm not going anywhere," Ian informed Jack. "I don't know what a GSC is, but I'm not going there, and I'm not going to let you take-"

"You're right," Jack said, gesturing for Sam to move over and support River. "You're not going anywhere. You're going to identify the men who did this, and you're going to keep that fucking temper of yours under control while you're doing it or I'm going to boot your ass from here back to New York, do you understand?"

Ian scowled, but his own temper was actually coming under control as he started to realize that O'Neill really didn't seem to have anything to do with what was happening. Why would the guy do anything to mess with Shawn? Of course, that wasn't a question he asked until he'd managed to get past the blazing anger at the shitty night he'd had so far, but now that he was asking it, it was obvious. He wouldn't do anything like this – and he looked just as pissed as Ian felt.

He transferred River to a position where the blonde cadet was leaning on Sam, now, and nodded.

Jack turned to Thor once more.

"Send them down to the SGC, Thor."

Ian watched as the little whatever it was... it looked an awful lot like those Roswell aliens were supposed to... moved over to a chair looking thing and touched it. A second later the cadet's attention was caught by a low growl from Jaffer and a flash of light. Then Major O'Neill, Shawn and River were gone.

"Holy shit!"