Jack smirked, better her than him. His smirk disappeared quickly however, when Doctor Fraiser rounded on him, passing him a Kleenex. Jack suddenly remembered his collision with Teal'c, and was startled to see a little blood on the Kleenex as he pulled it away. Janet ordered him to the infirmary in a tone that brooked no arguments. Jack had no choice but to follow in the wake of Captain Brunsfeld, Major Carter, and one Doctor Janet Fraiser, who should not be crossed.

Chapter 18

Doctor Fraiser and Captain Brunsfeld had insisted on keeping Sam overnight in the infirmary again, for observation despite her protests that she was fine. Other than giving her a bad fright, the dog hadn't touched her. The Doctor and the Captain had still insisted on giving her a full physical (Sam bristled again at the memory, she did NOT like having her temperature taken) just to be safe. Afterwards, the two had put their heads together and decided to turn her into an overused pincushion and give her a round of vaccinations for the most common feline ailments, including rabies.

They weren't sure what if any of her human immunities had been transferred to her new form, nor were they sure if any new immunities she developed now would transfer back to her human form when they figured out how to reverse the process. They had decided however, that it was a risk worth taking after her close encounter with the dog. Had she been bitten and contracted rabies, it would have meant months of treatment, which in itself would be iffy in her case. Animals that contracted rabies were generally put down, and not treated because of the risk of them infecting humans. So Sam was getting the full set of feline vaccines, starting right then and there.

The next morning Sam was still feeling a bit stiff and sore from all the poking. As such, she'd wasted no time getting out of the infirmary when Janet had told her she could go. She hadn't even let the Doctor finish her sentence before she'd bolted, Janet calling out a reminder to show up for her afternoon checkup and to return sooner if she had any unusual symptoms. Sam beat a hasty retreat to Daniel's office, where the archaeologist was already hard at work.

Daniel looked up from his notes and smiled at Sam's soft meow of greeting. "Morning Sam. Hungry?" He asked her. Sam's ears flattened in what he was quickly beginning to recognize as embarrassment. He grinned at her and turned; reaching to pick up the small bowl of food Janet had dropped off with instructions only about 20 minutes before. He watched Sam's expression, and could tell she was thinking that Janet knew her way to well.

She had skipped out of the infirmary so fast she hadn't even thought about breakfast. She'd also missed dinner the night before; she'd been too worked up to eat. Janet had managed to coax her to take a few mouthfuls of water, but Sam had refused anything solid. Besides, after the chase and her ignominious rescue, Sam had been exhausted and had curled up to sleep as soon as her "captors" (or was that torturers?) had left her alone.

"Anyway," Daniel continued, opening up the bowl, the food inside still warm, "Janet thought you would be ready to try eating more naturally. Well more naturally for a cat." Sam was watching him with interest as he picked up a plate and spooned some of the thick pureed mixture onto it. He then pulled out a chair and indicated for her to jump up on it. Sam complied, and once she had settled, he placed a small box in front of her, and set the plate on top. The plate was now at just below her chin level, so she didn't have to stoop down so far to get to it. Sam regarded the set up carefully.

Taking one quick glance at Daniel, who was now casually sipping coffee, Sam approached the food. Without too much difficulty, she was able to take a mouthful of food and swallow it without choking on it. Sam looked up, pleased with the results. Daniel beamed as he took another sip of coffee.

Daniel was glad that Sam seemed to be adjusting to the changes well. He wasn't sure if he would have handled the changes so easily had their positions been reversed. For a moment, Daniel allowed himself to think about what might have happened had they chosen to leave the small yellow- blonde cat behind.

Having been accidentally left behind, invisible to his team, Daniel knew what it was like to watch as his teammates searched in vain, while he could only stand helplessly with no way to communicate. He suppressed an involuntary shudder at the thought of the same thing almost happening to Sam. Fortunately, Daniel had been able to string the clues together and find a way to prove that Sam was in the cat's body, so Sam had not needed to be alone for long.

Daniel was pulled from his reverie, as he caught Sam eyeing his mug speculatively, and shook his head at her. "Sorry Sam, Janet said no coffee." Sam sighed and went back to her meal. She wasn't sure what it was; she thought maybe it was lamb. Janet had told her the other night that the General had approved the purchase of small quantities of fish, lamb, and some other things that Captain Brunsfeld had recommended for her diet.

Sam soon finished her breakfast, and even successfully took several swallows of water that Daniel offered her afterwards. Daniel was working on his second (since she'd been there at least, probably really his third or fourth) cup of coffee when they settled down to work on the puzzle of the alien device, working together in companionable silence. Fortunately the allergy pills Janet put Daniel on seemed to be keeping most of his symptoms at bay, other than an occasional sneeze, Daniel was now able to spend lengthy amounts of time around Sam without too much discomfort.

So involved were the two in their work that as usual neither noticed the passing of time. So both of them jumped when the Colonel and Teal'c entered the office, the Colonel announcing it was time to head to the briefing the General had scheduled for a progress report and update on Sam's acclimation. Sam and Daniel both looked at the clock, than each other in shock. It was nearly 2 pm; they'd been working for nearly 6 hours non-stop, and had worked clear through lunch.

Jack grinned at them. He knew them too well. "Alright kids, better not keep General Hammond waiting. After the meeting we are all going to lunch. That's an order." The last Jack tossed over his shoulder as he headed off to the briefing room, Teal'c already following. Daniel waited to make sure Sam got down ok, watching as she jumped lightly from the table in front of the laptop, down to the chair and from there to the floor.

Sam waited as Daniel unplugged the laptop letting it run on battery, and closed it up to carry it with them to the meeting in case Sam needed to speak. They hadn't used it much, considering it was awkward for Sam to use, not to mention she couldn't carry it around with her. She'd found other ways to communicate what she needed for the most part; resorting to typing letter by letter on a computer console only when what she needed couldn't be communicated in body language.

A/N: Ok, this chapter was a little slow, but the next will be better. I promise! Besides, I took the chance on adding in a few Danny thoughts. For some reason I find it harder to write Daniel than any of the others, even Teal'c. (Personally, I love writing Teal'c's speech patterns, even though I still think the possessive form of Teal'c looks off! And he's just soooo.... So honorable. I love it. He makes me want to hug him hehe.)

So anyway, I decided to challenge myself a little with a Sam/Daniel scene. I'm trying to think of a way to get some more Teal'c thoughts in as well. Maybe a little visit in some of the later chapters... Besides, the image of the large Jaffa, and the little cat is too darn cute to resist lol. On the flip side, I find Sam thoughts and Jack thoughts pretty easy lol. Hence all the little bits of SJ here and there, even though I'm not a very good shipper lol.