"Tell me you're not eating something I haven't said you can have…" Janet told him, frowning.

Since Ian's mouth was so full he could barely breathe, there was no way he was going to be able to tell her any such thing. He tried reworking his innocent look, but could tell by her annoyed expression that it wasn't working.

"Chew and swallow that before you choke on it," Fraiser told him, still scowling. That was all she needed; her hard work to pull him through surgery to become completely obsolete because he choked on who knew what it was. The room smelled like French fries, but there had to be an entire order of them in his mouth for it to be so full. Probably it was a burger – or some other fast food item.

She watched as he chewed whatever it was – not surprised that he chewed it slowly, since his mouth and jaw had to be killing him – and then walked over to stand closer, looking for the source of the food; a bag of some sort.

"Who snuck it in?" She asked him, giving him her best annoyed look, figuring that she'd bully the answer out of him, and then go chew someone out.

Ian shook his head, trying to think of a story – any story – that she'd buy. Of course, there wasn't a whole lot he could come up with.

"I… found it…"

That was sort of true, right? He'd found it in the bag…

Janet's scowl deepened.

"Try again."

"A genie popped out of this… um… drawer… and told me I had three-"

"Nope."

"I-"

"Was it Colonel O'Neill?" She asked, tartly. "Because if it was, I'm going to-"

"It wasn't Colonel O'Neill."

"Sam?"

He shook his head, leaning back into his pillows and trying to look miserable. He was actually feeling pretty good – all things considered – and the burger had gone down real well, but he figured if he looked sick enough, maybe she'd show mercy on him. Janet wasn't fooled though. She'd seen every trick in the book and there wasn't anything this young man could throw at her that she hadn't seen before.

"Was it one of the-"

"I'm not going to tell you," he told her, realizing fairly quickly that his ruse wasn't going to work. "I can't. I promised I-"

"Fine." She stopped him with annoyed motion of her hand. "If you find your stomach cramping, or you end up bringing it back up violently, don't come crying to me, because I'm not going to-"

"Yes, Ma'am."

He felt fine. There wasn't anything wrong with him, and he'd never tossed up a good burger in his life – he certainly wasn't going to start, now. But he knew he'd annoyed Fraiser, and since he had several reasons to want to stay on her good side, he figured he'd just agree with her and stop the lecture before it could begin. At least she wasn't going to make him run laps or anything.

"Don't do it again."

"No, Ma'am."

She looked at him more closely, not at all mollified by his sudden tractability.

"You have sesame seeds on your chest."

Bah. He couldn't wait to get out of here.

OOOOOOOO

"What are you doing awake?"

Sam looked up from her cup of tea and smiled when she saw Jack standing at the entrance to the dining room, looking rumpled and sleepy, and just a little annoyed that she wasn't sound asleep like she was supposed to be – she was supposed to be resting.

"I couldn't sleep."

He came over and stood behind her, rubbing her shoulders lightly.

"Why not? You're not worried about Ian, are you? Fraiser said he was going to be-"

She shook her head, tilting her chin up so she could look up at him.

"Not about his health – just about what's going to happen to him."

"They're going to move him to the SGC in the morning, and we-"

"I mean while he's there, Jack," she said, stroking Jaffer's head when the lab came over and put his head on her thigh. "What are we going to do with him?"

Jack smiled, leaned over and kissed her lightly before sitting down beside her.

"Hammond's going to send him to the Alpha site once he's over being sore. He told me that getting him off world and out of trouble would be safer than risking him in the middle of the SGC for a month or so, and I'm inclined to agree with him. Besides, it'll be good for him to get an idea of what we're facing, and they can teach him that there as easily as we can teach him here."

"What if the police need to talk to him?"

Jack shrugged, "We gate him home, let them ask their questions, and then send him back."

That made sense. The whole idea did, the more Sam thought about it. Ian would get some valuable hands-on experience, and really, they could probably put his brains to use there while giving him a good idea of what was really going on in the universe that he'd only just learned extended far beyond what he'd originally thought.

"And when he gets back?" It sounded like Jack and Hammond had had quite a conversation, because it sure seemed like they had everything planned out.

"He goes back to the academy and finishes school – and hopefully is just a little less undecided about what he's going to do when he graduates."

Sam smiled.

"With as many new possibilities that have been opened up to him? I bet he's even more confused than he was when he started."

"He's got plenty of time to sort things out."

"I suppose that-"

"Sam…"

Jack interrupted her by standing up and pulling her to her feet as well.

"We don't need to plan his future tonight. We have plenty of time, too."

"But-"

"Come to bed."

Realizing that he wasn't going to let her ponder Ian's future when she was supposed to be resting, Sam shook her head, only a little annoyed by the way he tended to nag her about resting and eating right, and relaxing and doing whatever he thought she needed to do to keep herself and the baby healthy.

"Fine."

She could always bring it up again when she saw Ian in the morning. For all they knew, he might not want to leave the infirmary for the entire month.