Author's Note: Wow, 100 chapters! Who'd have thought it??

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"Sam."

She stopped at the door to the infirmary, and saw Janet heading her direction, looking a little rumpled. It was a look she knew well – although she usually saw it on Jack.

"Just woke up?"

"How'd you know?"

"Lucky guess. It's been a busy couple days for you, hasn't it?"

Janet shrugged and gave her a wry smile.

"I'm a doctor, I'm used to it."

"I was just going to visit Ian – is that all right?"

Since Sam was the only one that would have bothered to ask permission first – Jack would have barged on in, followed by Jaffer – Janet nodded.

"He was sleeping when I changed his bandages before I went off to get some sleep." She looked at her watch. "That was about three hours ago, so he should be awake and ready for company by now."

Sam smiled, remembering how she'd caught Ian sleeping with Jaffer on the sofa.

"Isn't he cute when he's asleep?"

"A perfect angel." Yeah, that was a little sarcastic – but Janet had to agree. "He's really rather good looking when he's awake, too, you know. Right up until he opens his mouth."

They both smiled at the truth to that statement, and walked into the infirmary. Janet picked up Ian's chart and was looking through it as the two walked down the aisle towards the closed curtain at the end of the room.

"How's he doing?" Sam asked.

"Temp's a little high, but everything else looks fine. There's nothing unusual about running a fever when you're as mauled as he is, so we'll give it a couple days to go down before I start to worry about – what the hell?"

They'd reached the end of the room, and Sam had quietly pulled back the curtain – not wanting to bother Ian if he was asleep. He wasn't asleep, though. He was wide awake, and when the curtain pulled back, he looked up at the two of them like a deer caught in the headlights of an oncoming car. A great big Cadillac named Janet Fraiser.

"Doctor Fraiser… um… hi…"

Sam snorted, unable to help herself.

"Where did you get that?" She asked.

"My dad got them for me."

"How many?"

"There were four."

"How many have you eaten?"

"Two. I thought I'd save one for you and Jack."

In his lap was a brown paper bag. In his hand – the hand that wasn't bandaged – was the unrecognizable remains of what had to be a pomegranate. Considering the mess that he'd made of himself – a mess that looked familiar to Sam – he'd had just as much trouble with this one as he and Jack had had with the last ones. Seeds were everywhere, and juice was smeared on his face, his bare chest and soaking his bandages – especially the bandage on the hand that had been shot. Obviously, it was incredibly difficult to eat a pomegranate with one hand – and just as hard with one hand bandaged.

"Are you out of your mind?" Janet asked, scowling as she shook off her shock and took in the mess. "What did I tell you about eating f-"

"You said that eating something greasy would possibly have a negative side effect to some of the medications I'm taking," Ian told her – which was exactly how Janet had put it in her long lecture to him. "I'm eating fruit. Fruit's good for me, right? How can it be bad?"

"Sam, keep him right where he is…" She turned and started looking around the room.

"Where are you going?" Sam asked curiously.

"I'm going to go find something to hit him over the head with."

"Janet…"

"No… something big. And heavy… maybe an x-ray machine…"

"Doctor Fraiser… it's fruit… You know; 5 servings a day…?"

"You're supposed to eat it, young man, not rub it all over your body and hope it soaks through the skin."

Sam chuckled, and Janet glared at her, too.

"You're not helping, Sam."

"Sorry…"

She wasn't. Not really. She couldn't help herself.

"We're going to have to clean him up. I'll get a nurse-"

"I can clean myself up," Ian assured her. "There's no reason to make a fu-"

"Who's your doctor?"

"You are."

"Who knows what's best for you?"

Ian scowled, but there was only one way he could safely answer that, and he knew it.

"You do."

She took the bag from him, and looked inside. Sure enough, there were two pomegranates in it. She handed it to Sam, and waved a couple of her medics over to the bed.

"I need washcloths, warm water, fresh bandages and a baseball bat."

"You're really taking this badly," Ian told her. "It's fruit. You didn't say I couldn't have fruit." He looked at Sam. "Did she tell you I couldn't have fruit?"

Sam shook her head, putting her hands up.

"You leave me out of this, Ian," she told him, smiling. "I'm just an innocent bystander. I think I'll go see if Jack and Daniel have made their plans for their tree hunt."

"They're going out after a tree?" Janet asked as she started pulling the juice-drenched bandages off Ian's chest and belly – and ignoring the ripping sounds and the winces and gasps the cadet made every time one was torn off.

"Tonight," Sam confirmed.

"You'd better tell them that if they fall down a cliff, they might as well stay there."

"Oh? Why?"

"Because there's no way I will have Jack O'Neill, Daniel Jacksonand Ian Brooks in my infirmary at the same time. No way."

Sam smiled, and decided she'd better leave. She could come back and visit later – when Ian wasn't in so much trouble, and Janet was in a better mood. She walked off, waving a goodbye to Ian, who didn't notice as he watched Janet rip another bandage off.

"So… um… Doctor Fraiser…?"

She looked up from what she was doing, her fingers gripping the edge of the bandage on his lower abdomen, ignoring the fact that he had a belly button filled with pomegranate juice.

"What?"

"Any chance I can see Cassie when she gets out of school today?"

The bandage was ripped off without so much as a warning, and Ian couldn't bite back the yelp as he lost a few of the little hairs that had been in the area.