"SG-1, what have you gotten yourselves into this time?"

Chapter 14: I Got You Babe

Janet shook her head at the tiny shapes on the bed in front of her, watching as Daniel stood from his position next to Sam. She permitted herself a breath of relief. Whatever Sam's injuries, it couldn't be too serious, or Daniel wouldn't have left her. Still she itched to be able to examine them herself, but at the moment she had no idea how to do that without hurting them. Her attention was pulled back to the scene in front of her, as Daniel was moving his arms about, obviously speaking and using his hands to emphasize his points, but all Janet heard was an occasional high pitched squeak.

She shook her head. "Sorry Daniel, I can't hear you. Can you hear me? Wave your arms if you can hear me." Daniel waved both arms over his head, and Janet nodded. At that moment the General entered the infirmary.

"Dr. Fraiser, I came as soon as I could, is everything all right?" his eyes landed on the car on the bed, and he frowned. "Is that the Colonel's toy car?" Before the General had time to wonder why the Colonel's prized toy was in the infirmary, Janet spoke.

"Sir, I've found SG-1."

His eyes widened, and his eyebrows rose in surprise. "You have? Where are they, are they ok?" The General looked around the area as if he could spy them on one of the beds or behind the curtains.

"Uh, sir, there's a bit of a uh," she cleared her throat before explaining, "small problem." Janet pointed to the bed, where there appeared to be several small dark items next to the miniature Hummer. The General walked around the bed to stand next to the Doctor, and looked at her curiously. "Look closely," she prompted.

Trusting her, the General leaned down to peer at whatever it was he could see on the bed, and straightened up in surprise. On the bed, four tiny figures waved and jumped up and down. Well, three at least, the fourth was sitting on the bed and had tried to rise, but two of the others had pushed it back down. "SG-1?" he asked incredulously, looking to the doctor for confirmation.

"Yes sir, in the flesh. I can't hear what they are saying, but they can hear us just fine," she added, looking back at the bed before continuing. "The one sitting on the bed is Major Carter I believe, I think she's hurt, but the others don't seem too worried, so hopefully it's not serious. Dr. Jackson is on her left, and you can see Teal'c, which means the Colonel is on Major Carter's right."

"Amazing" General Hammond murmured, and leaned down to peer at the group again, now noticing details he hadn't seen before, like Teal'c's dark skin and the Major's unmistakable blonde hair. Daniel Jackson's glasses were a dead giveaway, even as small as they were. He frowned; Dr. Jackson was waving his arms, and seemed to be pantomiming something. Occasional high pitched squeaks filtered up to his ears, as the man swayed slightly, holding what appeared to be a miniature ink pen to his mouth and speaking. Or was the man singing? Suddenly, he realized what Dr. Jackson was trying to tell him. "A microphone? Is that what you need?"

As if to confirm the General's deduction, the Colonel joined Daniel, taking the 'microphone' and obviously singing as well, with an unmistakable look of love as he looked into the other man's eyes. The two of them looked like they were reenacting Sonny and Cher. The Major was rocking where she sat, obviously having to restrain her laughter. Shaking his head, the General decided he really didn't want to know, and turned to one of the SF's. "Airman, send one of the technical specialists down here."

Having nothing to do while the General and the Doctor started to speculate on what had made SG-1 so small, Jack and Daniel finished their duet, much to the amusement of one Major Carter. Even Teal'c was finding it difficult to maintain his normally stoic expression. Finishing with a flourish, the two locked arms and bowed to the applause of Sam.

"Would the lady like an encore?" Jack asked with a suggestive waggle of his eyebrows.

Sam cut off her applause with a choke, trying to stifle her laughter with her hand. Unfortunately, she bumped her tender nose, making her wince. No doubt, her nose would be turning a rather impressive shade of purple sometime soon.

Seeing her brief look of pain, Jack grew serious immediately and crossed to her side, kneeling down next to her. Sensing the turn in the mood, Sam sobered too and hastened to reassure him. "I'm fine sir, really. Just a little banged up and sore. I've been worse."

"Let me be the judge of that Carter. Hand me that light." Sighing, Sam gave in to the inevitable and fished out the light, tilting up her face so the Colonel could check her eyes, and dutifully reported the correct number of fingers. She winced as his fingers gently explored the bruising on her face, finding no breaks. His good humor returning as soon as he'd ascertained she was ok aside from the bruising, he threatened to buy her a helmet to protect her valuable brain. Sam just scowled back, trying to get up, but the Colonel ordered her to stay put. Sighing, she obeyed. Besides, there wasn't much to do anyway. She tipped her head back against the Hummer's front tire and watched the arrival of the technician.

The General addressed the tech, and eventually the entire group moved away from the bed and was talking quietly, so Sam couldn't hear the conversation. Since nothing interesting was happening, Sam permitted herself to close her eyes and relax, reflecting over the events of the rather unusual and hectic day.

A/N: So anyway, I've decided why not whack Sam in the head every chance I get for the sheer purpose of having Jack look into her eyes every time… heh. Eat your heart out shippers. Oh… and wouldn't you just like to know what Jack and Daniel lovingly sang to each other? Well too bad, cos I ain't telling. :P