Author's Note: I'm certainly not trying to stereotype teenaged girls, no matter who thinks that. However, I do work with teenaged girls and say what you want, a lot of them act like the girls at the dance did, and the way Cassie's friends did. If this offends you, I'm sorry, but that's life. As for the way Cassie is acting, it's not that out of character given the examples she's got around her – including her mother who is sleeping with someone she's not married to, Daniel, who is sleeping with (and just moved in with) someone he's not married to, and even Jack and Sam, who didn't wait to get married before they started sleeping together. She's bound to be curious – even with whatever talks about sex Janet's undoubtedly given her. This will all most likely come up later in the story – and the story will get better, I promise – but not yet.

OOOOOOOOOOOOoo

Sure enough, it was pouring just as hard – if not harder – than it had been the day before. Jack scowled, really not ready to face a day like this on top of everything else, and pulled his hat down lower and the collar of his jacket up. The clothing they were wearing now was something of raingear, although not completely. It was still a soft cloth, because any of the other fabrics that were designed to repel water – synthetic or otherwise – made too much noise when the water hit them, and even in the rain most military people didn't like making more noise than the forest or plain or folks around them. It just soaked up less water than most cloth.

He looked over at Ian.

"You're with Teal'c, Cadet. Take left flank. Daniel, you're with me."

He moved, but this time instead of going the same direction they had the other days, they went the opposite way, the direction the 'back' of the Stargate faced.

Ian went over to take a position near Teal'c, more than willing to not be anywhere near Jack just then. It was almost a vacation to not be the recipient of the dark glares and he'd take the rain any day compared to that – even when the rain was coming down hard. Teal'c gave him a curious look – he and Daniel still didn't have a clue what was going on between Jack and the Ian – but didn't say anything as the four of them headed out.

OOOOOOO

Sam waited until the gate had disengaged and then looked down at Jack and Jaffer. Both labs had been left with her, since neither Teal'c or Jack had any desire to spend an hour drying the heavy winter fur from another heavy rain – and never mind the smell of wet dog! Since Jack was trained to a treat and liked Sam very much, and Jaffer loved Sam more than pretty much anything – aside from Jack, maybe – Sam had turned into dog nanny.

"Let's go see Janet, shall we?"

Jack barked, and Jaffer wagged his tail, excitedly. Maybe Janet had a few treats she didn't mind parting with!

Smiling for the first time since she'd watched Jack haul Ian down the hall towards his office – that was the effect the dogs had on her, after all – Sam headed for the infirmary.

Janet scowled when she saw Sam arrive. Not because she wasn't glad to see her, but because she was accompanied by not only Jaffer, but Jack as well. Which meant twice as much drool in her infirmary and dog hair on her beds if Sam couldn't keep them off them.

"How did you end up with both of them?"

"It's raining on P93-X56."

"And they didn't want to have to dry the dogs…"

"And didn't want to subject your infirmary to two very drenched dogs later on," Sam added.

Janet nodded. She could appreciate that.

"So what happened with Cassie?"

Fraiser scowled, her eyes flashing angrily as Sam brought up Ian once more. She ushered Sam – and the dogs – into her office and gave her as complete a story as she could, from what little she knew. Adding in the almost non-existent conversation of that morning, and the fact that she'd given Ian countless warnings to keep his hands to himself.

"You don't know that he did anything, Janet," Sam told her friend, after Janet had finished. She honestly just couldn't see Ian pulling a stunt like that.

"I know what I saw, Sam. If he didn't do anything, then why didn't he tell me what happened? Why didn't he walk Cass to the door last night, instead of just dumping her out of the car and driving off? Why-"

"Why don't you ask him?" Sam suggested, cutting off the tirade.

"I did."

"Without grabbing him and yelling at him? I've noticed that's a poor way to get anyone to open up to me…"

"He wouldn't tell me anything. I-"

"Why don't I go visit Cass?" Sam asked. "Is she home?"

"Can you be away from here?"

It wasn't a terrible idea, Janet thought. Sam and Cassie were close, and there was always a chance that the girl would tell her something she wouldn't feel she could tell her mother. Things that Janet had to know – especially if they needed to take Cassie in and get certain things checked and tests taken – but Cass might be uncomfortable telling her.

Sam shrugged.

"Why not? It's Friday, after all. All my short-termed projects are finished – except one that I need Ian's help with – and the rest of them are on the back burner until Monday at the earliest. You want to watch the dogs for me?"

Janet looked over at Jaffer, who was eyeing her desk with interest – actually he was probably deciding which one of the ink pens or staplers, or notepads he was going to chew up first the moment someone took their eyes off him – and shook her head.

"My back yard's fenced in."

There was no way she wanted to try her luck with Jaffer and Jack. Or either one separately, for that matter.

Sam nodded and stood up, causing both dogs to jostle for the door.

"You'll let me know if she tells you something?"

"Of course I will."

Sam turned and left, and Janet sat at her desk, watching the activities of those in her infirmary through the glass. This was all Ian's fault, she thought darkly. If he hadn't convinced Cassie that he was so cute and whatever and she absolutely had to take him to the dance and no one else, none of this would have happened.

She was still thinking these bleak thoughts ten minutes later when one of her lab technicians knocked on her slightly opened office door and walked in, holding a file.

"These are Cadet Brooks results from the blood tests on-"

"Put them with his chart," Janet said, waving him out of her office, irritably. The last thing she wanted to do just then was take a look at anything with his name on it. "I'll look at it when I give him his post-mission checkup."

Which would be another way for her to try and interrogate him – probably her best chance, yet.