"DanielJackson, it is good to see you on your feet once again," Teal'c said to his teammate as he stopped in the hall when he came across the young archaeologist. Daniel was doing the infirmary shuffle, and though he was, for the first time in two weeks, wearing actual clothes as opposed to a hospital gown, he was still obviously walking wounded.

Daniel reached out a hand to steady himself on the wall. As he did so the towering Jaffa moved closer and gently took Daniel by the arm, helping him down the hallway at the snail's pace Daniel was comfortable with. "Thanks, Teal'c," he winced and touched his chest lightly.

"Are you in great pain?" Teal'c asked.

Daniel huffed, "It's not so bad, my ribs still ache from that damn chest tube they had stuck in me, makes it hard to catch a decent breath." Both lapsed into a hanging silence, the reason for their quiet the proverbial white elephant tap-dancing in the corner.

Daniel barely whispered, "I... missed the memorial service."

Teal'c's hands held Daniel ever so slightly tighter and the Jaffa's jaw clenched, "Indeed, but DoctorFraiser was correct that you were not yet fit to leave her care."

Daniel stopped to catch his breath, face pale, and Teal'c stopped alongside him, prepared to wait forever until Daniel felt well enough to move again. Frowning, Daniel looked down, "I should have been there."

Teal'c touched Daniel's shoulder, making a good show of sounding supportive and strong, "ColonelO'Neill would have understood your absence. Had he in fact been present, he would have insisted you remain in the infirmary."

Daniel gave a weak smirk, "Yeah... but then if he'd been here I wouldn't have had any reason to go in the first place." Daniel grimaced, "Wait, no, that's not right. A lot of other people died on that mission... I would have gone for them, too, I would have..."

"It is all right, DanielJackson... I am aware of your meaning, and I believe you are correct."

Daniel momentarily swayed, complexion ashen, and Teal'c stepped in closer to his friend in case the young man started to fall. Instead Daniel recovered himself, one hand anchored on the wall, "I miss him, Teal'c."

"As do I and MajorCarter."

Daniel's face screwed, misplaced anger marring his gentle features as he hit the wall once with the heel of his hand while he took strained, ragged breaths. His impotent anger did not entirely fade, only diffused as Daniel looked down the corridor, lips pinched.

Teal'c said nothing, only stood close, tactile reassurance and comfort to his mourning teammate.

Their quiet companionship was shattered by flashing alarm lights and the wail of a by-now familiar siren. "Unscheduled off-world activation!"

Daniel managed only a sigh. He reached out for Teal'c's shoulder and asked wearily, "Help me to the briefing room?"

Teal'c dipped his head in affirmation and took Daniel's arm once more. He let the human lean on him as they both made their way toward the briefing room amid scurrying airmen.

"Sam... I'm so sorry, I just found out," Jacob Carter moved across the room to take his daughter in a hug, not even five minutes having passed since he stepped through the stargate. Sam held perfectly still, making no move to return the embrace when Jacob wrapped his arms around his little girl. Instead, she only answered stiffly, "Hi, Dad."

Jacob pulled back, looking closely at his daughter. She was frayed, there was no question about that, but there was something guarded and hostile in her eyes as she stared back at him. She must have sensed it, too, because quite abruptly she looked away.

Jacob frowned, confused, "I was on a mission when it happened, if I could have been there.."

Sam shook her head, "It's okay. Probably wouldn't have changed what happened." Sam limped toward the briefing room table to ease herself into a chair, conveniently out of range of another hug.

"You're hurt," Jacob stepped toward her, worried.

"It's nothing... Daniel's worse off than I am."

Jacob couldn't make heads or tails of Sam's aloofness, her inexplicably chill reception of her own father. "Let Selmac help," he began to offer, but Sam looked up sharply at him, eyes flickering blue fire. She had the presence of mind to look away again, even looked shameful for reacting so overtly, but it was enough for Jacob to understand. It wasn't him Sam was displeased to see, it was a Tok'ra.

Jacob took the seat beside Sam, reached out for her hand, "Sam, listen to me. I know we screwed up, but what happened to Jack O'Neill is not the Tok'ra's fault."

Sam tried once to pull her hand free, which Jacob would not allow, then she looked down at her lap and sighed sadly, "I know... it's just, I'm so mad and I don't know who else to blame."

Jacob rubbed her hand gently, "Blame the Goa'uld. Montu is going to pay for this, I promise you, Sammie. He's messed with the wrong species."

Sam gave a weak, humorless smile, then looked up carefully at her father and said lowly, like an illicit secret she was repentant to know, "General Hammond's mentioned me taking command of SG-1."

Jacob nodded, "He's a smart man to do so... you're a fine officer and you know the job better than anyone. I think you deserve command."

Sam took a wavering breath, "I don't want.." then she stopped, looking up toward the ceiling then down at the table.

Jacob brushed back the blonde locks of hair on her forehead, "I know, you don't want to take his place. Trust me, kiddo, I know what you're going through and exactly how you feel right now. But we all have to move on... you know that. Besides, if not you then someone else would be assigned command, and I don't think you want someone else doing Jack's job."

Sam nodded and finally gave her father's hand that clasped hers an affectionate squeeze. Jacob patted her hand gently, "For what it's worth... Selmac's sorry about what happened. Come on, let Selmac heal you; we can at least ease the pain."

Sam started to say something, from her expression something on the rude side of unpleasant, but before the words could slip her mouth she stopped, collected her thoughts, then said, "Take care of Daniel first."

Jacob thought better than to argue, "All right, we'll heal you both," and he tugged his daughter to her feet with a steadying hand on her back just as Daniel Jackson and Teal'c hobbled into the briefing room. From the wary, wavering looks both cast Jacob when they saw him, the general realized that Sam was not the only one bearing a grudge against the Tok'ra for what happened on the mission to destroy Montu that cost the SGC and the Tok'ra so many valuable lives.