Jack nearly blew a gasket when he opened the door to one of the rooms in the isolation quarters.

"Where the hell is he?" he asked.

Jackson lifted his head, blinking as if he were confused, before his vision cleared and he scowled at Jack. "That's what I'd like to know!" Jackson rose to his feet, tossing a couple of crayons over to Danny. "He said he'd only be gone for a few minutes and look!" He pointed to Danny. "I've been stuck alone with him all this time!"

"Hi, Jack!" Danny exclaimed, jumping to his feet. "Have you come to play?"

"Not right now," Jack replied distractedly. If they'd lost one of these clones…"Where'd he go?"

Jackson crossed his arms over his chest. "Something about Doctor Fraiser."

"Sir?"

Jack glanced over his shoulder, noting Carter's worried expression. Teal'c and Dan were right behind her.

"Teal'c, escort Dan and Jackson down to your room and see what you can get out of them. Carter, you're with me." He motioned with his hand to Danny. "Come on, you're coming with us, too."

"Yay!" Danny scooped up a coloring book and rushed over to Jack, linking with him arm to arm. Jack just rolled his eyes, but he didn't have time to deal with Danny's affections.

The fact that the moody one was alone with Fraiser didn't sit well with him. Then again, they'd let Dan just waltz into their debriefing.

"What's going on?" Jackson asked as he met up with Teal'c. "Did we do something wrong?"

"No. Not yet, anyway," Jack muttered. "Just head down with Teal'c and he'll explain everything."

"Everything will be fine," Teal'c stated. He beckoned Jackson closer. "We will begin meditations in my quarters."

Jackson's eyes widened as big as saucers. "Really? A Jaffa technique? You're going to show us?"

Dan rolled his eyes. "Yes, yes. Let's go."

Jack urged them to get the lead out of their pants and ushered everyone out into the hallway. He wanted to get down to the infirmary sooner than later, and make sure everything was kosher.


"Doc, you okay?"

Those were the first words out of Colonel O'Neill's mouth as he entered the infirmary. Janet had to admit she was a little shocked by them, turning around from her lab table to frown at him.

"I'm fine," she said, voicing her confusion. "What's the problem, Colonel?"

His hard glare had already found its target. Her confusion growing, Janet stepped away from her table and came to stand beside Colonel O'Neill and the seated Daniel. Daniel, not at all perturbed by the colonel's behavior, just gazed up and smiled, sending him a mock salute.

Not the best thing to do, she mused.

"What are you doing here?" he asked Daniel crossly.

"Just keeping Janet company," he replied with a smile.

His response only caused Colonel O'Neill's eyes to darken. "Janet, is it?" He shot an angry, if not curious look at Janet. "Really?"

"Sir, he's just been sitting here, keeping me company, just like he said," Janet replied calmly. "He hasn't done anything to threaten me, or my staff."

"He shouldn't be in here," Colonel O'Neill grumbled.

"Says who?" Janet asked, surprised over how defensive she felt. "This is my infirmary. The men who you brought back with you through the Gate do not have any contagions. They're perfectly safe." Janet paused, believing she saw the seated Daniel's eyes light up. "Besides, there was an airman at the door at all times."

Colonel O'Neill considered her words, but she knew he wasn't happy. He didn't seem to want to press the matter, though. He'd already become interested in the pad of paper that Daniel was holding.

Oh God, she thought. Don't let him see the drawing.

"Whatcha writing?" O'Neill asked, peering over Daniel's shoulder.

"Yeah, whatcha writing?" Danny mimicked.

"None of your business."

"Let me see it."

"No, Jack, I said—"

"Janet?"

Janet shook herself out of her thoughts, blushing slightly as she faced Sam. Her friend was worried, her blue eyes focused solely on her.

Sam reached out, placing her hand on Janet's shoulder. "Are you okay?"

"Sure," she said, almost automatically. "Fine."

Sam wasn't convinced, and Janet couldn't blame her. What was she thinking by replying in such a terse manner?

"Janet…"

Pushing down her feelings of awkwardness, Janet slid a little closer to Sam. She knew her friend would only continue to pester her, so she might as well share what was on her mind. She stole a glance over to Colonel O'Neill and the two alien Daniels, and then released a breath she hadn't realized she had been holding.

"I think one of the aliens is hitting on me."

She immediately regretted saying those words. An alien was hitting on her. How utterly bizarre did that sound? By the look on Sam's face, it must be worse than she thought.

Frowning, her eyes dancing between amusement and confusion, Sam pressed her weight onto the table, and pointed over her shoulder with her free hand. "One of the Daniels?"

Janet nodded slowly.

With a soft chuckle, Sam's confusion slipped into outright disbelief. "Come on, you're joking, right?"

"I'm dead serious, Sam," Janet replied, beginning to feel defensive again. What was so wrong with an alien having an attraction to her? She shook her head and cleared her throat. "The one there, with Colonel O'Neill."

"The childlike one?"

"Very funny," Janet mumbled. "No, the other one."

Sam went to turn her head to gaze at them, but Janet caught her quickly. "Don't look," she hissed, bringing her closer.

This only incited another chuckle from Sam. "Janet, you realize this is ridiculous. You're acting like a teenager."

"Well, he didn't draw your portrait, now did he?"

The laughter immediately fell from Sam's eyes, and she grabbed Janet, bringing her farther from the table, and farther away from Colonel O'Neill and the Daniels. "He sketched your picture?"

Janet smiled triumphantly.

Sam's face broke into another grin. "This I have to see," she said, already making her way back to the Daniels and Jack.

Before Janet had a chance to protest, Sam had slipped from her grip, and had begun to walk to the Daniel in question.

But he appeared to have other plans. Startled, Janet took a step back as he darted out from beneath the colonel and the other alien version of Daniel, and started to nonchalantly stroll over to where she was standing. Sam stepped aside, her amusement replaced with a look of curiosity.

"Janet," Daniel said, stopping in front of her. She has seen that look of annoyance far too many times before. "Is there any way you can order Jack out of here? He is breaking my concentration."

"Oh, be quiet," O'Neill muttered, dragging Danny along with him as he and Sam joined them. "What the hell are you scribbling anyway?"

Ignoring him, Daniel held up a torn sheet of paper, allowing the light to illuminate some of the markings. Handwriting, she decided, able only to catch a word or two, as Daniel repositioned the paper.

"I have something for you," Daniel told her. "It's not much, but it's the best I can do with all these distractions," he grumbled under his breath, glaring pointedly at Colonel O'Neill. "Would you like me to recite it for you?"

Embarrassment could not describe what she was feeling right now. Sam looked shocked, or amused, and Colonel O'Neill appeared downright angry.

Danny clapped his hands and cheered. "Read!"

"I'd rather do this—"

Daniel was cut off mid-sentence as Colonel O'Neill snatched the paper. When Daniel hissed and tried to reclaim his paper, O'Neill just causally turned away, muttering under his breath as he read. Janet attempted a peek, but she couldn't get close enough.

Maybe that was a good thing. After a moment, he lowered the paper, his eyes narrowing.

"Feeling rather poetic, aren't we?" the colonel said.

Daniel shrugged. "It's really none of your business."

"What? Let me see," Sam said, grabbing the piece of paper from her commanding officer. Grinning, she stole a glance at Daniel before she continued to read. "A poem? Oh, how sweet. How come Daniel never writes me poet—Oh my God!"

Red faced, Sam shoved the poem back to Daniel, her eyes widening when she finally faced Janet.

"What?" Janet asked, finally unable to contain herself any longer. She distinctly felt like the outsider, the one left out of an important joke, just like when Urgo had graced SG-1 with his presence.

"Oh, that's better left unsaid," Colonel O'Neill mumbled, his tone becoming severe.

"It's not dirty," Daniel countered, pocketing the piece of paper. "It's colorful."

"It is?" Danny asked, hopping in his spot, looking for the piece of paper. "I didn't see colors."

"When I read it, you certainly will," Daniel said mischievously, his full attention focused on Janet.

She blinked at him, wondering just how many shades of pink her face was turning.

"Alright, fun's over," Colonel O'Neill said, grabbing Daniel by the scruff of the neck. He resisted, cursing lightly, but O'Neill didn't budge. "We're going for a trip to Teal'c's and he's going to show you how to meditate."

"Meditate?" Janet shot a look over to Sam.

"The…Daniels don't seem to have any recollection of what happened on the planet," Sam explained. "We're hoping to tap into any memories they might have repressed or figure out why they seem to know so much about Daniels' life."

"I'm standing right here, you know," Daniel said, crossing his arms.

"Yeah, and not for long. Let's go." The colonel gave him a shove, pushing him towards the door. He beckoned Danny with the other hand, taking him by his side before regarding the other Daniel sternly. "You can come visit later."

"Really?"

"No."

A litany of curses strung out of Daniel's mouth, but faded as he, Danny, and Colonel O'Neill disappeared around the corner. Flustered, and a little disappointed, Janet stared off into place for a moment after they left.

A poem? A drawing? What on Earth was going through this Daniel's mind?

When she turned around, Janet found Sam flipping through the notepad Daniel had left behind. She paused, holding up the drawing he had sketched earlier that day. Amazed, Sam shook her head before putting the pad down next to the still unconscious Daniel.

"He drew that?"

Janet sighed, answering her friend with a curt nod. "I really don't know what to say."

"It's incredible," Sam said for her. Glancing over at Daniel, she exhaled deeply, running her hands through her blonde hair. "How is our Daniel doing, though?"

"Stable," Janet replied. "He's still feverish and he's only gained consciousness once, briefly." When she saw Sam react with surprise, she continued. "I wasn't able to get through to him. He was extremely disoriented. I don't think he understood what was happening."

Sam pursed her lips, her gaze falling back down to Daniel. Silently, she picked up his hand and patted it. "What does that mean? Will he be alright in the end?"

"I still don't know," Janet admitted, feeling more helpless than she wanted. "I have no idea what that substance could have done to him."

"I'll be heading to the lab to see if there is anything I can do." Gently, Sam placed Daniel's hand back on the gurney. "There has to be some connection between whatever that substance was and whatever happened to Daniel."

Janet agreed with her. But could they even determine that connection? With Daniel unconscious, and his mental state unknown, they couldn't even guess what happened on the planet if the other Daniels weren't talking.

"Are we sure that they have repressed memories or they just don't want to tell us what really happened?" Janet questioned.

"I've been wondering the same thing," Sam admitted. She sighed. "General Hammond is concerned over that possibility. Not to mention that they all have working knowledge of Daniel's history."

"But they aren't clones. At least, not by our standards."

"Yeah," Sam said, sounding dejected. "But we'll figure something out."

Janet nodded, but didn't say anything. Somehow, she had a feeling Sam wasn't finished.

"Are…you going to be okay?" Sam asked, somewhat guardedly.

"Am I okay?" Janet was taken aback by the question. "What do you mean?"

Stealing a not-so subtle glance towards Daniel, and then back to Janet, Sam sighed before continuing. "About Daniel." She swallowed hard, rubbing her hands on her thighs. "About you."

Janet wanted to deny the rush of blood to her cheeks, but she could already feel the warmth spreading over her. It wasn't that obvious, was it? What was she thinking, anyway? Obvious? There was nothing there.

Her moment's hesitation was her undoing. She found Sam's sympathetic gaze studying her, scrutinizing her. Janet felt both exposed and angry, but also knew that Sam, her friend, was only trying to help.

"I've noticed for awhile now," Sam offered. Quietly, she walked over to Janet, placing a hand on her shoulder. "Anything I can do?"

"No," Janet said, her voice only a whisper. She found herself standing straighter, her military resolve kicking in. "I'm his doctor. He's under my care. I'll do anything I can for him. My patient," she stressed. "There is nothing more than that."

"Janet…"

"Nothing more than that," she repeated, her voice hollow.

Sam nodded, vainly disguising the regret in her eyes. "Okay. Well, you know where I am if you…if you need to talk," she said softly, rubbing Janet's arm. "I'm going to see what I can do in the lab. I'll let you know as soon as we make any headway."

As soon…Not if…

She knew Sam would do her best, as they all would, to help Daniel, their friend, a person who meant so much to them.

Who meant so much to her…

Janet smiled at Sam, grateful for both her compassion and support. "Thanks, Sam."

Sam replied with a soft smile of her own, nodding once before she made her way to the door. This left Janet alone again, alone to watch over a patient for whom she had feelings that she realized she could no longer suppress.