It was pure chance that Janet Frasier was in the infirmary at the SGC when Thor 'beamed Sam in with the two cadets. Normally on a Monday night (Tuesday morning) at 3 or 4 am, Janet would be snug in bed sound asleep – either alone or with Emmett, but that was beside the point. This particular morning, she'd never left the SGC the night before. One of the members of SG-9 had been badly injured in a fall the day before, and Janet had been in the operating room with the young woman for almost five hours, and had then stayed close to wait and make sure everything was working right once the swelling started to go down.

Therefore, when the sudden flash of light surprised all of the late duty medics, Janet was among them, and when Sam suddenly appeared in that flash of light – along with two very dazed-looking cadets – Janet was the first one to reach her.

"Sam?"

"Janet, what are you still doing here?"

"Waiting for Lieutenant Hoff to wake up." She looked at Shawn and River. "What are you doing here with them? And is Thor involved? Where's-"

"I'll explain it all to you in a minute, Janet," Sam said, taking River's arm and pulling him along towards one of the beds. "Shawn was knocked out with a blow to the head – but Thor seems to have taken care of most of that – River, on the other hand was hit with something else, and he doesn't seem to be coming out of it very quickly."

Instantly, Janet was in doctor mode. She went over to the bed, pushing the dazed young man down onto it so she wouldn't have him towering over her. She immediately saw the welt and the bruise on his chest from the point-blank shot from the dart gun and was good enough at her job that she knew immediately what it was from, and how close the barrel had been when it'd gone off. She pulled out a penlight and checked his pupils, and then started asking him questions. None of which he was really able to answer.

"Is he going to be okay?" Shawn asked, his own head aching so badly he was squinting in the light of the infirmary, but not about to complain when Fraiser seemed so serious when she was dealing with River.

"It looks like a reaction of some sort to whatever it was he was drugged with," Janet said, more to herself than to answer Shawn. "It's not impossible that he's allergic to whatever it was. I'll do some blood work and see what comes back."

"I'm fine," River told her, objecting for the first time, and flinching when she put her stethoscope against his bare chest. "Where'd the little alien guy go?"

"Take a deep breath," Janet told him.

"I'm fine."

"Deep breath," Janet repeated, poking him in the side with her finger.

River took a deep breath for her. Janet moved the stethoscope to another spot and had him repeat the breath, which he did without making her tell him twice.

"His lungs are clear," she said, "And his heart isn't stressed. I'll still do a blood series, because his pupils aren't focusing right, and he seems a little out of it." She gestured for a medic to come over and gave a few orders, then turned to Shawn.

"What happened to you?"

He scowled – looking so much like Jack just then that Janet couldn't help but smile – and shook his head.

"Someone hit me."

"At school?" She looked over at Sam even as she motioned for him to sit on the bed next to the one River was sitting on.

"Yeah."

"It's more complicated than that, Janet," Sam said, clearly worried. "We got a call an hour ago that the boys were missing from their room without a trace – although there was a sign of struggles and blood on the floor – and Jack called in Thor, and had him find Shawn. Turns out, all three of them are knocked out in little rooms in some house somewhere."

"What?"

"Someone kidnapped them."

"Who?"

"That's what Jack's finding out now."

"Where's the other one?" Janet couldn't remember the name.

"He's with Jack."

"You'd better go call General Hammond, Sam, and let him know what's going on. If Colonel O'Neill runs into trouble, he's going to need a bit more backup than just one cadet."

"He has Jaffer," Sam said, absently, watching as Frasier ran gentle hands over Shawn's scalp, feeling for a bump or anything, and then started running the same tests on the younger cadet that she had on River. "But you're right; I'd better go let him know what's going on. It's way too convenient that it's Shawn these guys were going after."

"I'll keep an eye on them while you're gone."

She nodded, and touched Shawn's leg. "I'll be right back."

"I'll be here, I guess." Unless someone else clobbered him over the head and took him somewhere else – or Thor 'beamed' him somewhere.

Sam left, and Janet finished examining Shawn. He seemed fairly aware of what was going on around him – although he did squint when the light hit his eyes, and he winced when her fingers touched a particularly sore spot on his head.

"You're going to have to start wearing a helmet or something," Janet told him, smiling as she broke open a plastic ice pack and shook the contents to get it cold. "Otherwise you're going to end up addled before you're old enough to drive."

OOOOOOOOOOOO

In his penthouse hotel room on the far end of the city, Vice President elect Robert Kinsey was sitting by the phone. He'd been sitting by the phone every night for the last few days, anxiously waiting for the phone call that would tell him that Jack O'Neill's son was fully in his control – a call he just couldn't wait to receive. He'd spent the last few days debating just what he'd do to the boy – sometimes he would be happy with the mere thought of scaring O'Neill by allowing him to have his boy missing for several days (he hoped that Major Clay took the boy before Thanksgiving, just to really hurt O'Neill) – and other times, when he burned with hatred remembering his last conversation with O'Neill, he wanted nothing more than to send the boy's body back to Jack O'Neill in tiny, bloody pieces. Maybe attached to a Christmas card.

Either way, he was undecided as to what he was going to do with the boy once he had him, but he couldn't wait to get him. So he sat by the phone and he waited.