"How do you feel, Doctor Fraiser?" River asked her, looking at her but also looking at the doctor who was checking Fraiser's vitals to make sure she was coming out of the tranquilized state as they'd expected her to.

"Ooooh, I'm feeling pretty good..." She smiled up at him, her hand coming up to cup his cheek, and a slightly dreamy expression on her face. "What happened?"

"Hayden shot you." Ian said.

"Shot me?"

"Yup."

"Is it bad?" She couldn't feel any pain – and she was pretty sure she would have if it were serious. But the doctor in her – the very doped up doctor in her – was telling her that even if it was bad, she could be on medication that would keep her from feeling any pain. She certainly felt medicated.

"It was a tranquilizer gun," the medic told her.

"A small one," River added.

Ian smirked.

She frowned.

"You shot me?"

"It was an accident."

"Do you need anything, Doctor Fraiser?" Ian asked her, remembering that Hammond had ordered he and his roommate to basically pamper Fraiser until she sent them away. "How about I fluff your pillow?"

"Do you even know how to fluff a pillow?" River asked.

"How hard can it be?" Ian shrugged. "You take the pillow and... fluff it."

"Yeah? Prove it."

Ian reached down and pulled the pillow from under Fraiser's head – forgetting that she was actually using that pillow – and whacked the pillow a few times as he'd seen done on TV.

"Moron..."

"What?"

"You let her head flop." River snatched the pillow back from Ian and put his hand under Fraiser's head to lift it up so he could tuck the pillow back under her. "What if she'd gotten whiplash or something?"

"Well, you could have shot her again and put her out of her misery for a while," Ian said.

"Why don't you go get Doctor Fraiser a glass of water?" The medic suggested.

"Yeah, Ian, get her some water."

"You get it. I'm going to tuck her in to make sure she's warm enough. Are you warm enough, Doctor Fraiser?"

"You shot me?" Janet asked again, frowning. She was beginning to wake up a little bit more as the drugs cleared her system – although it wasn't an instant thing.

"Not me," Ian told her, reaching down and pulling her blanket warmly up to her chin. "Hayden shot you."

"I want to tuck her in," River said, reaching for the blanket and practically pulling it off Fraiser. "You get her some water."

"You shot me?"

River flushed.

"It really was an accident, Doctor Fraiser. I got my finger trapped in the trigger guard and –"

"Wait a minute..." Janet suddenly sat up, pulling her blanket away from both cadets and glaring. "You brought a gun into my infirmary...?"

"Brooks did," River said, pointing at Ian, who scowled. "I'd never bring a weapon into a hospital. Everyone knows that's dangerous."

"Hey, I brought it for you, you-"

"Both of you be quiet..." Janet rubbed her suddenly aching head. "Are either of you injured?"

They both shook their heads.

"No, ma'am."

"Then why are you in my infirmary?"

"Because General Hammond ordered us to stay with you until you woke up and take care of you."

"Take care of me how?"

Ian shrugged.

"No clue. I assumed it was fluffing your pillow and listening to compliments..."

"Compliments...?"

She frowned again, and vaguely remembered something about pretty eyes.

"Is there anything you need, Doctor Fraiser?" River asked – again.

"I need you two to get out of my infirmary."

"We're supposed to take care of you." Ian said.

"I don't need you to take care of me. I'm fine."

"But-"

"Out of my infirmary, both of you."

"But General Hammond said we-"

"You go find him and tell him I excused you."

She didn't need their help. She was fine. Besides, she was beginning to remember that she'd been thinking they were both good looking – or had it been cute? – and she couldn't remember if she'd said that aloud and if she had, then the last thing she wanted was for them to be in her infirmary. At least until she could remember what happened.

"We have your permission to leave, ma'am?" Ian asked, politely.

"I'm ordering you to leave," She corrected – making sure they wouldn't find any reason to stay. "Go find General Hammond and tell him that if he ever-"She stopped, realizing that she was still not thinking completely straight and that if she told them to do something and they did it, it probably wouldn't be a good idea. "Just go. Someone must have something for you to do..."

"Yes, ma'am."

Ian looked at River and the two of them headed for the door of the infirmary.

"That was pretty smooth, Brooks." River said, slyly.

"I don't know what you're talking about."

"You goaded her into making us leave."

"Hey, I was trying to help her... I didn't do anything that-"

"Bullshit. You made her want us out of there... clever."

Ian shrugged.

"Like anyone would want you hovering over them..." But he didn't admit to anything, and River was pretty sure he wouldn't.

"So... we go find General Hammond?"

"Or Colonel O'Neill... we need to know what they're going to do with us, now."

OOOOOOOOO

They didn't go find anyone. The minute they stepped out of the infirmary they were stopped by security personnel, who didn't know who the young men were, but they were pretty sure that they weren't allowed to go wandering through the corridors. When River told them – far more politely than Ian could have managed – that they were supposed to find General Hammond, the security men called around and found where Hammond was, and then escorted the two to the commissary.

OOOOOO

"Do I dare ask why the two of you are here and not in the infirmary where I specifically ordered you to be?" Hammond asked when the two walked over to where the General was still seated at the table that held everyone else – including Ian's father.

"Maybe they shot Fraiser again?" Daniel hazarded, ignoring the look Hammond flashed him at that particular statement.

"Doctor Fraiser's awake," River said – also ignoring the comment. "She told us to leave."

"What?"

Ian shrugged.

"She told us to leave. I think we were annoying her."

"But I find that so hard to believe..." Jack said.