Nate was gone and Ian had been awake for a full hour before Shawn or River either one woke up. By then all the breakfast sandwiches had been devoured – even though Ian knew he should save them some. He'd been hungry, though. Starving, even? Yeah, probably. Besides, what they didn't know wouldn't kill them, right? He'd just get rid of the evidence. Since he wasn't confined to his bed – only the infirmary – he got up and carried the bags towards the garbage at the other end of the room.

"What smells so good?" River asked, looking around as he woke up. He winced, then, groaning as the aches from the day before caught up with him, and he flopped back down into his pillow. Immediately a medic was there, making him more comfortable with repositioning and handing him a painkiller – nothing nearly as potent as the day before, but enough to dull the pain nicely.

"General Brooks brought in some breakfast," she told River, giving Ian an apologetic look when he scowled at her. River was far too cute to resist answering, after all. Even better looking than Ian, and with a far better disposition.

"Breakfast?" Shawn asked, hopefully, sitting up as well. He didn't wince quite so much, since his arm hadn't been as badly injured as River's entire body had been, and it had been a smaller area for Ian to focus on, allowing him to do more to help it.

"It's gone," Ian told them both.

There were twin looks of disappointment and annoyance, and Ian gave them as innocent a look as he could muster – which was a terrible one – and shrugged as he tossed the bags into the garbage.

"They were getting cold…" he said. "I didn't want you guys to have to eat cold breakfast sandwiches…"

Which wasn't true at all, and they both knew it, too.

"You're too kind," River said, sarcastically.

"What can I say?" He asked them, shrugging. "I'm just looking out for you guys."

"You suck, Brooks," River said, scowling.

"I can live with that."

He headed back to his bed, and closed the curtain around it, ignoring the two pillows that slapped into the back of his head right before he managed to close it completely. Grinning and pleasantly full, he flopped back down in his bed and debated taking a nap or something. Even though he wasn't all that tired, he did manage to fall asleep fairly quickly. Lazy Sunday morning and all that…

OOOOOOO

When Jack and Sam entered the infirmary an hour later, Shawn and River were both finishing up their breakfast. Which wasn't anywhere near as appealing as Ian's had been. The cooks in the commissary were gone and had left simple food stuffs for the skeleton crew in the SGC, knowing that most of them could just as easily head off base and grab a meal for themselves – and their co-workers, if necessary. Because of that, the two cadets had been given toast and cold cereal with juice. But luckily both of them were far better about it than Ian might have been had he been one of the ones stuck with such plain fare.

"What's for breakfast?" Jack asked, walking into the room and seeing that both of them were eating. He was carrying Jake in his arms, while Sam was holding three bags from one of the local take out places. Bags that smelled wonderful. Shawn and River both looked at her, ignoring Jack.

"Hi, Sam," Shawn said.

"Major O'Neill… you look wonderful today, if I might say so…" River said at the exact same time.

She smiled, and dropped one of the bags on the table in front of him, not at all fooled by his charm. He was only interested in the food, and she knew it. She handed another to Shawn, who smiled gratefully and pushed his toast aside to make room for it.

"Thanks, Sam."

"We thought you guys would want something a little more filling than toast, and Janet said it was okay."

"You talked to her today?" Shawn asked.

"Yeah," Jack told him. "She's on her way here, but we were up early…" No need to mention why, since Jake had undoubtedly woke them both crying for breakfast. "So we told her we'd stop and get you breakfast."

"That was nice of you," River told them, pulling a Styrofoam box out of the bag and opening it, revealing a huge stack of pancakes with eggs and sausages and toast stacked on the side. His face lit up and Sam smiled.

She looked over towards the other end of the room, and with the last bag in her hand she headed to the closed curtain.

"Hey! He already had breakfast…"

Sam nodded, and pulled the curtain back. Of course Ian had had breakfast, but she'd seen what Shawn and River had had, and it didn't look anywhere as good as the pancakes she'd picked out just for them. He'd feel better with a good meal under his belt, and maybe would be just a little less grumpy for it.

She smiled when she saw he was asleep, wondering if he was going to be impossible to wake up. When she sat down on the edge of his bed, however, his eyes opened and he looked up at her – and then at the bag in her hand.

"Good morning," Sam told him cheerfully.

He sat up, making a little more room for her – a wordless gesture of welcome that made her feel warm inside.

"Hi, Sam. Is Jack here, too?"

She nodded and handed the bag over to him since he didn't have a table in front of him.

"He is, but he's talking to Shawn and River. We brought breakfast… are you hungry?"

He nodded and took the bag from her. He was always hungry.

"Thanks."

"How do you feel?" She asked, watching as he pulled the Styrofoam box from the bag and opened it.

"I'm fine, Sam."

"Tired?"

He shook his head.

"Nah, not really. I was just napping."

She hesitated, but knew she was probably the only one who could ask him the next question without having him snap. Probably.

"Are you okay?"

He scowled, knowing exactly what she was referring to and knowing it wasn't his health this time.

"I'm okay." He changed the subject, though. "My dad came by and talked to me this morning before he left for home…"

"He left?"

"Yeah."

"And?"

Ian shrugged.

"We talked a little. Nothing too serious… but he… we talked."

Sam didn't smile although she wanted to. Ian was about as bad when it came to talking about his feelings as anyone she'd ever seen – and she'd seen Jack, who had held that honor for the longest time.

"That's good."

He nodded.

"Yeah."

OOOOOOOO

"He already had breakfast," River said, frowning as Sam headed for Ian's bed.

"A big one," Shawn added.

Jack started to say something, but was interrupted when Janet came into the room. She had a serious expression on her face, and gave a slight gesture to Jack as soon as he looked her way.

"Excuse me guys," Jack told the two cadets. "Jake and I want to have a talk with Doctor Fraiser."

He moved towards her office, and Janet closed the door behind them.

"What's up?" He asked.

"I just stopped by the hospital on my way here," Janet said.

"Yeah?"

"Andrew Bennett died during the night. Complications from his surgery is what the doctors told me."

Jack frowned. Bennett had been the one to shoot Shawn, and Jack had been looking forward to watching him hang for it. Now it looked like he had already paid the ultimate price. He just hadn't suffered nearly enough for Jack's satisfaction.