He was delusional.

That is what she kept telling herself. There couldn't be any other reason. Daniel was feverish and delusional.

Janet gazed down at his sleeping form, wondering what could have sparked his hallucination earlier. Had he been dreaming of Sha're? Had he been longing for a time where they were together?

Something told her that wasn't the case. Also, she couldn't' deny the fact that he had recognized her, or had at least been confused with her wearing a lab coat. Their bedroom?

Janet shook her head, refusing to consider the thought Daniel might have developed feelings for her.

"Doc? Got a moment?"

Upon hearing Colonel O'Neill's voice, Janet stepped away from Daniel, and walked to the door. Any distraction right now would be a welcome one.

"What can I do for you?" she asked him.

Colonel O'Neill turned around and motioned behind him, beckoning with a wave of his fingers. "Come on, now. Get in here."

"She'll stick me with needles."

"No, she won't. Now get in here."

Janet watched as Danny poked his head inside the infirmary, clutching a large coffee table sized book like it was his only lifeline. His eyes met hers, only for a moment, before he shyly ducked his head behind O'Neill.

"He's not feeling well," Colonel O'Neill said evenly.

Smiling, Janet peered around O'Neill's back, and spoke quietly to Danny. "Hey," she said, running her hand down his shoulder. "Why don't you come in here for a minute and tell me what's wrong? Then, I might have something lying around here that will make you feel better."

Danny eyed her suspiciously, chewing on his lip as he considered her offer. "I get to sit with Daddy?"

Janet forced a smile. The notion that this grown man could see another grown man, a duplicate of himself, as a father was still disconcerting for her. She wasn't sure what to think.

"How about this. If you check out okay, and you behave, then maybe you can sit next to him for a little while."

Obviously, that was the right answer. Danny's face beamed brightly, and for the next few minutes, he gave her no problems at all. He suffered through her tests, her examination, and her questions without trouble.

Though, by the end, he started to fidget, his gaze inevitably falling back to Daniel. Finally, he started to whine, tugging at her sleeve desperately.

"Almost done," she told him. Shaking her head, she examined his results one more time, and placed her chart down. "You're fine. I don't see anything wrong."

"Maybe it's all that candy you've eaten," Jack told him.

"Nope!" He tugged at Janet's sleeve again. "Can I go now? Can I?"

Janet exchanged an uneasy look with Colonel O'Neill before nodding. "Yes, but be careful. Sit on the chair right next to him."

"Yay!"

"Danny, you heard her," O'Neill warned. "Don't sit on the bed. Don't touch him. Don't wake him." Colonel O'Neill pointed his finger sternly. "I mean it. If you do anything to disturb him, we are out of here."

"I'll be good!" Danny announced happily as he bounced over to Daniel. Barely able to contain himself, he giggled, dragging the chair across the floor with a hideous screech. Danny froze, mouthing he was sorry before gently sliding the chair next to the gurney. "Hi Daddy! Want me to read to you?"

Colonel O'Neill sighed. Janet touched his shoulder, concerned. The fine lines in the colonel's face were deepening, and if she didn't know any better, she would have guessed he was not getting enough sleep. None of them were for that matter.

"I'm fine," he replied to her silent question. Then, with another sigh, one more firmly irritated than the first, Colonel O'Neill snapped his fingers. "Hey, what did I just tell you?"

"I'm not touching!" Danny yelled. "Reading."

The colonel wasn't impressed. "Reading. You can't read your own name."

Danny's face darkened and for a moment Janet thought he would cry. "You're dumb," he muttered.

Unperturbed, O'Neill continued. "Don't bother him."

Danny stuck his tongue out at the two of them. "He likes sounds."

"Sounds?" Janet asked. "What do you mean?"

"Sounds," he replied, matter-of-fact. "Sounds. He likes them. They're pretty."

"He's an idiot," O'Neill said suddenly, taking Janet by surprise.

"Sir, maybe you should get some rest."

"No, I'm fine." Without pause, he walked toward Danny and grabbed him by the arm. "Let's go. We're leaving."

"No! Jan said I could stay! I was good!" Snorting angrily, Danny shoved the colonel, and quickly scooted his chair closer to Daniel. Colonel O'Neill came closer again, attempting to physically remove Danny from his seat.

Janet felt this situation was getting out of hand, fast.

"Sir!"

He stopped and frowned, glancing over his shoulder. "What?"

"Sir," she began more gently this time. "We're all tired, and we all have about reached our limits. Why don't you just sit down for a minute and rest?"

Before O'Neill could argue, Janet had produced another chair, and motioned for him to sit. Reluctantly, but without a word, he eased himself down into the chair and exhaled deeply. Though, she could still see his distress as he watched Danny like a hawk.

"Colonel, I am here. Just rest for a moment and I'll make sure both Danny and Daniel are fine."

He eyed her skeptically.

She arched her eyebrow in response. "Do you think I'm not capable of handling things in my own infirmary?"

"Of course not," he replied, but this time with a slight smirk. "Five minutes. Resting my eyes for five minutes."

Which turned into more like fifteen, she realized after she had finished cleaning up after Danny's exam. Colonel O'Neill was gone to the world, his head nodding off into his shoulder, legs stretched out and crossed at the ankles. Carefully, she walked past O'Neill and towards the gurney to keep her gaze on Danny.

He continued to babble away, as he had been doing this entire time. As she listened to his narrative, she had to chuckle, realizing it made very little sense. Every so often, though, she would stiffen as he slid closer to Daniel, vainly attempting to show the sleeping man a picture in the book. Then, he would just babble nonsense again.

In a way, it was sad. Sliding her hands into her pockets, she stopped and listened to him more intently. He was happy, content, but what would happen to him? He only had the mentality of a child. He couldn't understand how deeply this problem ran.

In fact, she was worried what would happen to all of them, including Daniel. What were they going to do with them all?

Pushing away her worrisome thoughts, she walked quietly to Danny. "What are you reading?" she asked.

Danny turned to her, his eyes shining with delight. "About kings."

She smiled, glancing down at the pictures in the large book. It was a book on ancient Egypt, which seemed appropriate, with large scenic views of the deserts, the pyramids, and various ancient artifacts. Text interlaced the beautiful photography.

"That is very pretty," she said softly. She pointed to one artifact. "That is nice, isn't it?"

Danny nodded. "For make-up."

"For make-up?" She grinned again, taken by his stories. "What about this?" she asked, motioning to another with the tap of her finger.

"Oh, see? That's the king's. This is a king," he told her lifting up the book for her to see. "He had lots of stuff. This is his pot. Isn't it nice?"

Janet rested her hand on his shoulder. "It's very nice."

"And, oh! See this? This talks about how he got born and came to be big."

"That's wonderful," she said softly, rubbing his shoulder. She followed his fingers as they graced over the pictures. Then, she frowned as she caught a certain line in the text. Surprised, she removed her hand and gazed at him seriously. "Can you read that?"

Danny blushed and shook his head. "No," he whispered shyly.

"Then, how did you know what this said?" she asked. It was right there in the text. A blurb on how this man rose to become pharaoh. "How do you know what this means?"

"Problem, Doc?"

Through the corner of her eye, Janet noticed Colonel O'Neill rise from his chair. He rubbed his face, gathered his bearings before he met her by Daniel's side.

"Damn, I said five minutes. What's it been?" he asked, muttering as he tapped his watch.

"It's not important. Sir, Danny seems to have some understanding on this subject," she said, focusing her attention back on Danny. "Can you tell me how you know what this says?"

This time, Danny shrugged. "Just do. Daddy knows, too."

"Daddy knows?" O'Neill repeated. She heard him grunt. "For cryin' out loud, we know he knows. How do you know?"

He shook his head, shifting to hug his knees. "Dunno. Dunno."

"It's okay," Janet said, soothing him. "Here, just read to Daniel quietly, okay?"

He nodded and she was grateful he'd kept the tears at bay. Slowly, Janet led Colonel O'Neill away from the gurney, but close enough to keep Danny and Daniel in their line of vision.

"What?" the colonel asked.

"It's amazing."

"What's amazing?" he asked impatiently.

"I've been watching the clones for quite some time now, keeping track of their behaviors."

"And?"

"Colonel, what if these beings aren't kidding when they call Daniel their father?"

He glared at her. "Tell me that you're kidding. You turning into a Carter on me?"

Janet ignored the comment, and glanced over at Danny. He was leaning over towards Daniel, but thankfully not on top of him, "showing" the unconscious man picture after picture. Pictures with which he seemed to have an unnatural familiarity.

It was all starting to fall into place for her, or at least she assumed.

"Sir, we could be looking at beings that innately share Daniel's knowledge. We're talking about individuals living with genetic memory."

Colonel O'Neill arched his eyebrows at that comment. "Like a Goa'uld, you mean?"

She sighed. "Yes, if you want to make that correlation. But, Colonel, the Goa'uld may not be the only beings in the galaxy that have the ability to possess genetic memory."

"Okay, so let's say I humor you and agree they're Daniel's…kids." O'Neill motioned dismissively to Danny and Daniel. "Why do they look like him? Why are they adults? Why is he unconscious?"

Janet followed his gaze, finding herself lacking the answers. Danny was "reading" to Daniel again, frowning when he couldn't pronounce a word, giggling when he got it right.

"I don't know, Sir," she admitted. "I can't explain any of that right now."

"That's right, Daddy, it's a ph-pharaoh."

Both Janet and Colonel O'Neill stole a glance at Danny. He was leaning over a little too closely to Daniel now, and she knew she was going to have to put an end to it, even if Danny threw a temper tantrum.

"Alright, Danny, time to give Pops some space."

"No," Danny mumbled, slipping closer to Daniel, shaking the bed in the process.

"See?" Colonel O'Neill rubbed his face. "This is why we should have left before…Daniel?"

Jerking, Janet pushed O'Neill gently to the side, and rushed over to the side of the gurney. There was Daniel Jackson, wide-awake, his gaze jumping from person to person, settling with horrified fascination on the giddy form by his side.

"Daddy!" Danny shouted, reaching his arms to draw Daniel into a hug.

"No, no, no, sweetie," Janet said quickly, bringing Danny's arms down. "Wait a minute while I make sure he's okay, alright?"

Danny nodded rather reluctantly. "Okay."

"Daniel?" she asked. She turned his head away from Danny and forced him to look at her. "Daniel, do you understand what I'm saying?"

When, at first, Daniel didn't answer, a chill of terror ran down her spine. Thoughts of brain damage or worse came to mind. So far, Daniel hadn't said anything that would have made her feel more at ease with this entire situation.

"Daniel? Hey, Daniel, answer the Doc." O'Neill was by her side now, helping to keep the impatient alien at bay. "Can you hear us?"

Again, there was no response, no move on his part to show he comprehended what they were saying. Sighing, Janet tried again, frustrated over the fact that at least last time he had spoken to them, no matter how deluded the response.

"Daniel? Do you know who we are?"

Daniel licked his lips, pausing to shoot a nervous glance at his double, before scooting a little closer to Janet. Then, he finally spoke.

It was the most foreign and terrifying thing she had ever heard. Every utterance made no sense to her, the sounds, the tone, and inflection. Distressed, she turned to Colonel O'Neill who appeared to be as shaken as she was.

"What the hell is that?" he asked.

Daniel tried again, his arms lifting in the air as he motioned along with his garbled speech. Again, Janet felt as lost as she had been just moments ago.

Had Daniel lost himself?

"I'll have to run some more scans," she said quietly.

Colonel O'Neill understood what she was implying. "Daniel, dammit, answer Fraiser!"

Daniel just blinked at him, and almost appeared to cower at his anger. However, the moment was fleeting, and his face darkened, only followed by a string of more incoherent sounds.

"I haven't a clue what you're trying to say, Daniel," Colonel O'Neill said angrily. "Why'd you have to go and touch things in the first place!"

"Colonel…"

He shook his head, ignoring Janet. "Speak to us in English, Daniel. English."

Another round of venomous noises erupted from Daniel's mouth as he waved his arms more frantically. Finally, he just stopped.

And jumped off the gurney.

Shocked, Janet moved to stop him, but Colonel O'Neill beat her to it. As if anticipating Daniel's move, the colonel caught him before he had the chance to disentangle himself from the sheets and held him firmly in place on the gurney.

"Don't hurt my Daddy!" Danny yelled, smacking Colonel O'Neill on the back.

"Hey, will you stop it!" he yelled back.

"Danny, stand right there for a moment while I help your Daddy." She came to the bedside. "Colonel?"

"He's going off again," Colonel O'Neill muttered, releasing Daniel to Janet. "He's not making any sense. What the hell is that anyway?"

"Amayic."

They both glanced over their shoulders to Danny while Janet attempted to soothe Daniel.

"Almay what?" the colonel questioned.

Danny shook his head. "Al-ar-a-maic."

Janet gasped, her wide eyes finding the colonel. "Aramaic?"

Danny nodded, confirming her guess.

"Aramaic?" Colonel O'Neill groaned, glaring at Daniel. "You couldn't pick a normal language like French or Spanish, could you?"

Daniel snorted, leaving open to interpretation whether he understood the colonel or not. Then he began to mutter off in Aramaic again.

"You speak Aramaic?" O'Neill asked her.

Janet blinked at him. "No, Sir."

"You?" he asked Danny.

"Hi," Danny said back.

"Alright," Colonel O'Neill said with a sigh. "I'm going to find someone on this base that can speak this language." He waved his hand to Danny. "Come with me. We'll come back to visit."

"But—"

"No, let's go. We'll come back here. I promise." Turning, he walked backwards and pointed at Janet and Daniel. "Doc, I'll be back in a few."

"Thank you, Colonel," she said, before easing herself to sit by Daniel's side. He appeared to have calmed down considerably, but she hadn't missed the confusion in his face or the residual glassiness in his eyes. "Hi," she said at last.

She wasn't sure if he understood her or not, but he didn't frown or mutter with disdain. He did, however, point towards the door.

"You can't leave," she said gently. "They'll be coming back."

He pointed again and this time she only shook her head.

He sighed and thumped his head against the pillow. When she went to stand, though, he took notice and grabbed her arm, urging her to sit back down. When she complied, he smiled, and patted his chest softly.

"Daniel?" he asked, his voice slightly accented.

Janet tried not to choke at the vulnerability and fear in his voice. Was he truly questioning his identity? What was left of him?

She nodded, placing her hand over his. "Daniel," she confirmed.

He smiled and relaxed, easing her concern momentarily. After a few seconds of silence, he surprised her and squeezed her hand gently.

"Janet," he said quietly.

"Yes," she said, her voice cracking. Daniel never called her by her first name. Never on base, that is.

They had gone out, outside of work, a few times in the past. All of them. It usually was a mess, especially for Cassie, who tried to sort through all the name-calling. They all insisted on calling each other by their first names outside of work, but inevitably, Colonel O'Neill would start calling Sam "Carter" and Sam would resort to "Sir." Daniel would even start to call her "Doctor Fraiser" again, despite the fact he almost always spoke to everyone on a first name basis. It drove Cassandra nuts.

Daniel had begun to speak again, snaring her out of her thoughts. She sighed, listening to him as he attempted to communicate with her, though the words held no meaning.

"I'm sorry," she said gently. "I don't understand."

He kept going, even after she repeatedly told him she couldn't comprehend the language. After awhile she gave up and actually found the sound of the language enjoyable, and rather soothing, fitting Daniel's voice perfectly. She realized she could just sit for hours, listening to him talk.

Janet shook herself, withdrawing her hand when she realized what she was doing. She couldn't. She couldn't allow herself to think of Daniel that way.

Daniel was frowning now, rising from his bed to try and steal a glance at her face. She shook her head, pushing him back into place as she stepped away.

He grabbed her again.

"Daniel," she said firmly.

He ignored her tone, gestured with his free hand. Motions. Scribbling?

"Paper? You want to write something?"

Yes! Maybe, just maybe, he could write something she could understand just as Colonel O'Neill had done when he had his mind overrun with the Ancient's knowledge.

Quickly, Janet grabbed the notepad that the alien Daniel had been using earlier and handed it to him. The look of gratitude on his face was overwhelming as he quickly started to write into the pad.

Triumphantly, he raised the pad to show her.

With a sigh of disappointment, Janet shook her head. "I don't understand that either, Daniel."

Obviously, he hadn't understood for he pointed excitedly to his etchings again. And again, she shook her head.

Angry, he threw the pad down in his lap.

"Daniel," she started, even though she was sure he couldn't understand her, "you've been through a great ordeal. We're trying to fix this. You just have to be patient."

He wasn't even listening to her, she thought with a sigh, coming to sit by his side once again. He was too busily absorbed in…

She frowned, leaning over to watch what he was doing.

Drawing?

A toilet.

She arched her eyebrows quizzically.

Daniel pointed to the drawing and then motioned to the side of the room.

"Ah, no," she said, understanding. Fumbling around the gurney, she handed him an object. "Bedpan."

Snorting, Daniel tossed the bedpan aside and pointed to his picture. When Janet still didn't budge, he made uncomfortable noises as he shifted around the gurney.

"You just woke up. You're not strong enough…"

Her voice trailed off as she watched the impatiently independent man already begin to move to get off the gurney. Knowing it was either to let him go or sedate him, she helped him to his feet and guided his shaking body over to the restroom.

Janet opened the door, and led him to the toilet, taking one of his hands and planting it firmly on the side bar. She crossed her arms and waited.

All the color drained from his face when he realized what she was doing. In a valiant attempt to get rid of her, he nudged his chin towards the door, and let go of the bar to prove he could stand upright.

"No," she told him. "This was your choice and now you have to pay the price."

Well, he certainly understood that, or at least the tone. Daniel frowned, glaring at her, but the emotion quickly passed. Whether he had accepted his fate, or he had to go that bad, Daniel stopped bugging her and made one last subtle effort. He closed his eyes once, briefly, and then opened them to look at her.

She chuckled. "Yes, I'll close my eyes. Hurry up if you don't feel like giving a show."

After what seemed like an eternity, he finally finished. Janet helped him wash his hands, before guiding the reluctant man back to bed. She swore as he sat on the gurney he was pouting.

"As soon as you're a little stronger, we'll clean you up properly," she told him.

He just shrugged, and continued to doodle in the pad.

"I know you probably can't understand me," Janet said softly, "but I'm glad that you're awake. For a time there, we thought that we'd lost you completely."

Though he was still hunched over the notepad, his gaze did shift to meet hers, if only for a brief second. He muttered something quietly in Aramaic before burying himself back into the notepad.

Janet smiled. Even though there was something very wrong with Daniel, she was confident the worst was over. He might not be able to speak with them, but he was there. Some part of him was there, at least.

Janet jumped slightly, surprised as Daniel grabbed her sleeve. He tugged her closer, the frown on his face deepening, as he pointed to the notepad.

Gasping, Janet suddenly felt hot. He'd found the other Daniel's drawing.

"That is-that…"

He pointed again, this time more urgently.

Janet met his gaze, finding the burning question emblazoned in his eyes. "I—"

"You know, I can't find a damn person on this base that speaks Aramaic?" Colonel O'Neill announced irritably as he and Danny reentered the room. O'Neill motioned for Danny to sit while he joined Janet by Daniel's bedside.

Upon hearing the colonel's voice, Daniel released Janet and raised his hands, snapping his fingers to get O'Neill's attention. At first, O'Neill looked less than amused, but after studying his face closely, he understood what Janet knew.

"He has awareness of himself and it appears those around him. He can say his name, and he did say my name. He also seems to understand where he is."

"Excellent," Colonel O'Neill said. "But he can't speak English."

"No, Sir."

"Can he speak any other language?"

Janet went to counter, when she realized she didn't have an answer. She hadn't even considered that possibility.

"I-I don't know, Sir." She paused, glancing back at Daniel, before snatching his notepad and flipping to an empty page. "How do you draw 'language?'"

"Tongue?" Colonel O'Neill guessed. "Draw an Italian guy."

Janet stared at the paper. She didn't know what to draw. How was she supposed to draw an Italian? This was like a bad game of Pictionary.

"Ow," she muttered. The pain from Daniel's newfound vice-like grip cut into her arm. Angry, she glared at him, shocked to find him panting hard, his eyes wide and fearful, as he stared straight ahead.

At Danny.

Lifting his finger, he pointed to the other. "Daniel?" he asked questioningly.

"That's Danny," Colonel O'Neill told him. "How about Spanish? Why not speak some Spanish for us?"

"Daniel!" Daniel shouted, patting his chest.

"Yes," Janet told him, touching his chest. "You're Daniel. It's okay."

Daniel's fear was slowly shifting into suspicion as he watched them. Carefully, he brought his finger to his head and twirled it in a circle.

Danny giggled and clapped his hands, causing Daniel to repeat the motion even faster.

"Not crazy," Colonel O'Neill said, putting his hand down. "Just nuts."

Daniel blinked at him.

"Not crazy," Colonel O'Neill enunciated, twirling his fingers by his own head. "Not crazy."

"Sir?"

O'Neill stood a little straighter, whipping around when he heard Sam's voice. Janet found it hard to suppress a laugh when she caught sight of Sam's shocked face. She shot a perplexed look to Janet, searching for any sign of hope.

"Colonel O'Neill is not crazy, Sam," Janet assured her, tensing when she the distress in Sam's face. "We're attempting to communicate with Daniel."

"Communicate?" Sam asked. She entered the room, her face searching that of friends before settling on Daniel. For a moment, a grin erased her persistent frown. "Daniel!"

He waved. "Sam," he managed to say.

"He seems to communicate fine to me," Sam said.

Daniel took that moment to rattle off a string of Aramaic.

"Or not," O'Neill said wryly.

"Well, there goes my theory," Sam muttered, taking a moment to motion behind her as she became serious once again. One of the airmen dragged in a shaking Daniel, one that was on the verge of hyperventilating. "Janet, you need to look at Dan. He's ill."

Another one? Concerned, Janet walked forward, her arms outstretched to Dan as the airmen brought in his hunched form.

"What happened to him?" Janet asked, pressing the back of her palm to his forehead. "He's burning up. Bring him over here. I'm going to need another gurney." She called out to one of the airman to bring in one of her nurses while she eased Dan into a chair. "You'll be fine, Dan. I just need you to tell me what happened."

"Nothing," he whispered, trembling. "Nothing."

"He tried to touch the substance in the lab. Then, he had some kind of fit and ran out into the hall," Sam told her. "We had to chase him down and bring him here."

"Carter, I left him in your care," O'Neill said. "You were supposed to make sure he didn't touch anything."

"Jack!" Janet glanced back to see Daniel pointing his finger like a dagger to Dan.

"Not now, Daniel."

Janet could see this would escalate into another battle if she did not assert control soon. "I don't have to remind you that you are all in my infirmary," she said sternly. Quietly, she reassured Dan by stroking his hand. "Now, please, I would appreciate some silence while I check on Dan."

To Janet's relief, they complied, including Daniel who just kept staring at everything with his mouth agape. She felt sorry for him, unable to put herself in his shoes. She wasn't sure exactly how aware he was, or if he realized what was going on around him. But until they could communicate with him more effectively, the little progress they had made would have to do.

She took the opportunity to check over Dan and see what could be troubling him. Based on a narrative by both Dan and Sam, she was able to discern that thankfully he had not made contact with the substance. On the other hand, he still had the same symptoms that the original alien clone had when he was first brought through the Gate, not to mention he was panicking beyond reason.

"Dan, I need you to calm down, can you do that?" she asked him gently.

He nodded slowly, but continued to tremble. Breathing out, he ducked his head, and grabbed onto himself tightly.

"You have a temperature and I can give you something for it. Other than that, I need for you to take deep breaths and just relax. No one is going to hurt you."

To her surprise, Dan reacted poorly to her soothing words, his breathing becoming increasing erratic. Again, she talked to him softly, placing her hand on his shoulder for support.

"Deep breathes, okay?"

Dan nodded, exhaling slowly. She was about to ask him what happened when he inhaled sharply, his eyes centered on Daniel. "When did he wake up?"

"Not too long ago."

"Does he remember us?" Dan asked hopefully, hugging himself harder.

Janet shook her head and squeezed his shoulder, suppressing her own concerns over the alien's behavior in order to assist him. "No, I don't think so. But he's not up for much talking right now."

Janet closed her eyes, hearing a litany of foreign words after that remark. When she opened them, she turned around and crossed her arms over her chest.

Colonel O'Neill was hovering over Daniel, making a myriad of faces, much to Danny's delight, but only caused Daniel to respond in what had to be Aramaic's more colorful words.

"Colonel, you're just antagonizing him," Sam stated.

"Am not. He's the one not cooperating."

Janet cleared her throat. "Excuse me."

That brought all parties to silence.

"I suggest you back off, Colonel. His moods seem to be fluctuating rather dramatically, and even if you're on your best behavior, he might not take kindly to you."

"But it's me," he said innocently.

"Sir, even at your best, you and Daniel clash."

"Why thank you, Carter."

Janet sighed, glancing over at Dan as he continued to hug himself tightly. The man was obviously terrified; something had rattled him so deeply that he was struggling to recover. At least, that was what her intuition and medical training told her.

Smiling weakly. Janet placed a comforting hand on his shoulder and rubbed him tenderly. "Now that we've averted another crisis," she began, "I'm going to have to ask you all to clear out again. Maybe with some more rest, Daniel's mind will start functioning properly."

"That's just it, Janet, I'm not too sure about that," Sam said dejectedly.

That was cause for pause. "What do you mean?" Janet asked.

"Sam has a working theory that we're actually fragmented parts of Daniel's personality," Dan explained quietly. "I'm Daniel's more intellectualized section, while, say, Jackson is Daniel's more curious side."

Janet frowned, glancing at Daniel. He was attempting to follow the conversation very carefully, as evidenced by the depression in his forehead and the way his eyes followed the voices in the room.

Fragments of Daniel? Could that be true? Despite the fact they hadn't been able to communicate with Daniel, he still seemed like Daniel. It was difficult to comprehend that maybe he was just a shell of himself.

How could that even be possible? The behavior she just witnessed in one of the aliens was well beyond anything she had ever seen in Daniel, even at his darkest moments. No, Daniel had a certain way about him, when he was sick, when he was normal, and even when he was insane.

But if he could only speak Aramaic, and could barely communicate then could it be true?

Her throat went dry, thinking of even more possibilities. If they were just fragments of Daniel's mind, and his emotions, then the alien clone that had drawn her picture…

"We…were working on a different theory," Janet admitted, switching to a more comfortable subject.

"A different theory?" Sam asked.

O'Neill nodded. "Fraiser thinks these guys might actually be Daniel's kids." He stopped, glancing at Daniel who had started kicking him at the mention of his name. "Knock it off, Daniel," he muttered. "Anyway, Fraiser thinks it's genetic memory or something."

Sam tilted her head to the side, her face barely masking her thoughts. "Then why are they cloned adults?"

"It was just a theory," Janet stated. "Some way to explain why they have access to Daniel's knowledge." She cringed inwardly. "But fragments would have knowledge too, wouldn't they?"

"It's a possibility, Janet," Sam said.

They all sat in silence for a moment, mulling over the possibilities. It was another string of anxious foreign words that brought them back to reality.

Daniel was fidgeting nervously, his eyes wide as Danny reached out to hug him. The childlike adult scooped Daniel into a firm grip, and squeezed him tight. Feeling her stomach flop, Janet quickly moved to Daniel's side, quickly followed by Sam and Colonel O'Neill.

"So glad you're awake, Daddy."

Daniel looked as if he would panic. He attempted to slip out of the grip, but to no avail.

Basically, he was fighting against himself. How strange was that?

"Daniel, just calm down," Janet said. "He's not going to hurt you."

Danny, on the other hand, appeared ready to cry. "Daddy doesn't like me?"

"No, I'm sure he likes you just fine," Janet said, jumping both sides of the fence. "He's just sick right now."

"I'll stay with him," Danny said proudly, burying his face into Daniel's shoulder. "Daddy," his muffled voice called.

"Abba?" Daniel questioned.

"Abba?" Colonel O'Neill repeated. "Out of all the things you say, it has to be a music group?"

Daniel frowned, shook his head, reluctantly patting Danny on the back. "Abba," he said gently.

The motion caused Danny to collapse, loosening his hold on Daniel. Satisfied, the alien crept onto the gurney and rested his head on Daniel's shoulder.

"Abba," Dan said weakly, uncurling himself slightly. "It means father in Aramaic and other languages in its family."

"You speak Aramaic?" Sam asked.

Dan didn't answer Sam; he stared at Daniel with a vacant gaze.

O'Neill just stared at him. "I've been searching all over base for a translator and you, of all people, speak Aramaic?"

Snapping out of his stupor, Dan said simply, "You never asked."

"Great, well you're here now." Colonel O'Neill impatiently beckoned him to the bed. "Get over here and translate for us."

Dan nodded to O'Neill, but hesitated leaving the safety of his corner.

Janet frowned, inching closer to Dan's side. Why did they have such strong reactions to Daniel?

Dan slid slowly out of the chair and walked unsteadily over to them. Just before he reached Daniel's side, he swayed, clutching his head, and screamed out in pain. Groaning, he steered course, before crying out once again, and dropped to his knees.

"Dan!" Sam shouted, running towards him.

"Make it stop!" Dan cried, digging his knuckles into his temples. "I don't want this! NO!"

Janet and Colonel O'Neill rushed to his side, trying to restrain the distraught man. He fought them, nearly backhanding Janet as he struggled to free himself from O'Neill's grip.

"Dan, what the hell's the matter with you?" O'Neill asked. He glanced over his shoulder to Sam. "I thought he was the rational one?"

"I-I don't know what to say, Sir."

"I don't want to…I don't…" Dan's voice trailed off, his body going limp.

Janet and O'Neill dragged the unconscious alien back to the chair, waiting as the nurse Janet requested arrived with another gurney. Quickly, they settled him onto the gurney, and Janet checked him over for any signs of further distress while O'Neill rejoined Sam and the speechless Daniels.

"He's unconscious," Janet concluded. "He might have been overcome by seeing Daniel awake."

"Doesn't it figure? He passes out now?" Colonel O'Neill shook his head irately. "Seems a little too convenient to me."

"It could be a delayed reaction from the lab," Sam offered. When no one answered or moved to respond, she continued. "Something spooked him and spooked him bad back there, Sir."

"Well, that's just peachy," Colonel O'Neill mumbled. "Look, as soon as he wakes up, I want answers. These Daniel wannabes are hiding something, and I don't like it. I've had enough of this song and dance already."

"Yes, Sir," Janet answered.

She took a moment to steal a glance at Daniel and Danny. Danny, finally having won his battle, had fallen asleep on Daniel's shoulder. Daniel, appearing worn and beaten, wasn't fighting any longer, but his uneasy glances told her he was still battling an internal struggle.

"Carter, go brief Hammond on what we got so far." After a long sigh, he ran his fingers through his hair and scrubbed at the back of his head. "I'll go check on the dynamic duo there with Teal'c. Make sure everything is all right. We don't need the base full of alien psychos. Doc, page me if there's any change."

Janet and Sam nodded, moving off to their respective roles. When Colonel O'Neill and Sam left, Janet took once last check on Dan. When she was satisfied that he wasn't in any medical danger, she moved back to Daniel and Danny's side, smiling at Daniel's watchful face.

"Guess it's just you and me for now," she said softly, fighting the urge to ask him what they should talk about.

He smiled back at her, some of the tension melting from his face, and he reached out to hold her hand. Janet accepted it, squeezing it gently.

They remained that way for the longest time, and during the silence, Janet said an unspoken prayer that in the end, Daniel would return to them whole.