No one ever said it would be easy being the chief medical officer on a secret military base.

Janet Fraiser sidestepped to allow personnel to file past her, before she returned to her purposeful stride down the corridor. In front of her, she found General Hammond waiting, and before long the two of them were walking in step together.

"What's their diagnosis, Doctor?"

"Well, Sir, their initial test results indicate they are generally in good health, including Doctor Jackson."

The general nodded, stopping to allow a nurse to squeeze by him. "Any idea on what exactly that material was on Doctor Jackson?"

Janet shook her head. "No, Sir. I've had some of the substance collected and sent off to one of the labs for study." She sighed. Hopefully, one of the chemical technicians would be able to do an analysis and get back to her with the results. Meanwhile, she had more important matters to attend to. "Once I get the results for both blood work and the substance, I might have a better idea what happened to Doctor Jackson."

"Is he still unconscious?" the general asked.

"I'm afraid so. He hasn't regained consciousness since his return through the Gate."

General Hammond nodded again. She could tell his was considering her words carefully, and had more pressing matters on his mind. They had done this dance before.

"I don't believe it is contagious, Sir," Janet reassured him. "So far, the rest of SG-1 have not contracted any of the symptoms that Doctor Jackson has. Also, though we have remained on strict quarantine levels, none of my staff or myself, who have been in direct contact with Daniel, has showed any signs of sickness."

"I'm sorry, Doctor, symptoms? I thought you said Doctor Jackson was in good health."

Ah, so he had been paying attention. "For all intents and purposes, he's fine. He does have a low-grade fever, but nothing to cause alarm. The only thing that did cause me some concern was an anomaly in his blood, and that is why I have requested additional analysis on his blood work. Aside from that, he seems to be fine."

"Except that he's unconscious and was in contact with a foreign substance we know nothing about."

She offered a wry smile. "I am well aware of that, Sir. But I have run every test I could on Doctor Jackson. Whatever he came into contact with does not appear to have a contagious element. However, I would advise that we still use precautions in dealing with him until I receive the results back."

"I wouldn't have it any other way." General Hammond motioned to the door, as they slowed to a stop. "Whatever you feel is best, Doctor."

It was the trust that General Hammond placed in her that made Janet proud to work in this facility. Swallowing back any unease she had felt during the earlier part of the day, Janet swiped her card through the key slot.

"Doc? You busting us out of here?"

"Colonel O'Neill," Janet said flatly, only her smile giving her a way. She stepped inside, along with General Hammond. "I am pleased to inform you that you are all perfectly fine."

The colonel smiled, hoping off the small table in the center of the room. "Wonderful. So, how's our boy?"

The smile on Janet's face vanished, causing a ripple effect throughout the room. Sam was the first to speak, quickly brushing past Teal'c and Colonel O'Neill to stand before her and General Hammond.

"Is he still unconscious?"

Janet nodded. "As I was just informing General Hammond, Daniel hasn't regained consciousness since you've returned. He does have a mild temperature, and I am running some additional blood work. Aside from that, everything appears normal."

"Can we go see him?" Colonel O'Neill asked.

Janet smiled softly, amused by his hopeful tone, one that he appeared to try and hide under his military bravado. "I'm sorry," she told him. "As much as I would like for you to see him, Colonel, I can't allow it under our quarantine procedures."

"You said he was fine," O'Neill said.

"Is there some information you are not sharing with us?" Teal'c asked evenly.

Janet went to answer, but Hammond shook his head. "I know you all are concerned about Doctor Jackson," the general interrupted, "but you know as well as I do that we can't take any alien contact lightly."

"No disrespect, Sir, but we're feeling fine," Sam said. Exhaling deeply, she turned to Janet. "Colonel O'Neill, Teal'c, and I were exposed to the substance without any effect."

"Not directly," the general reminded them.

"No, and none of you had any contact with the chemical either," Janet added. "Teal'c never—"

"My symbiote protects me." Standing tall, Teal'c clasped his hands behind his back. "I should be able to visit DanielJackson without difficulty."

Janet sighed. She knew how important cohesion was to this unit; she had been working with SG-1 for over three years and had been witness to the bonds that had formed between them. They were an unusual group, one that she would never had expected to click so perfectly. And despite the fact that she, as chief medical officer for this entire base, had the opportunity to spend time with a variety of different people, Janet still felt closest to SG-1, almost as if she were a part of their team as well.

"We have low-level conditions at this time," she said finally, her attention on Hammond. "I can permit limited visitors, especially those who have been exposed, as long as they wear protective clothing and masks."

Hammond nodded, turning to SG-1. "If you follow Doctor Fraiser's instructions, you'll be permitted to see Doctor Jackson."

Janet couldn't begin to describe the expressions of relief and gratitude she saw on the faces of her friends. Even the stoic face of Teal'c seemed to crack from the weight of the news.

"Great," O'Neill said with a lop-sided grin. "When?"

"Doctor Fraiser to Room Seven! Doctor Fraiser, please report to Room Seven!"

Startled from her thoughts, Janet quickly pulled herself together and flew out of the room. She didn't have to say a word. They all knew who occupied Room Seven.

She just hoped that the number seven would hold some luck to counter balance the feeling of dread that was forming in her stomach.