She couldn't help the sob that escaped her as she bent over him, pressing her cheek hard against his. Jack heard it, of course, and even though he was confused and out of sorts – and feeling a little pain, although not all that much – he reacted instantly by bringing his hand up and caressing her other cheek as she held him.

"What's wrong…?" he murmured to her, trying to look around her to see where he was and what was going on.

She sniffed, trying to pull herself together, but simply shook her head. Still in shock over what could only be described as a miraculous recovery, Janet stepped forward, knowing that someone needed to. She also wanted a chance to examine O'Neill, since machines were all well and good, but there was every chance that it was malfunctioning or something – although she was pretty sure it wasn't.

"You had us worried, Colonel," she said, reaching down and sliding her hand along his arm, then taking hold of his wrist to check his pulse. Instead of looking at her watch, she simply watched the monitor. Sure enough, the beats matched perfectly. The machine wasn't malfunctioning. "How do you feel?"

Teary-eyed, Sam pulled away from him, although her hand never left his. Jack squeezed her hand lightly, and then looked up at Fraiser, and over at the monitor.

"I'm in the infirmary?"

Janet nodded.

"How bad am I hurt?"

He didn't feel hurt. Not much anyways.

"You tell me," Fraiser said, giving him a look so cryptic Jack didn't have a clue what she was thinking. "How do you feel?" She repeated.

He shrugged – and winced. And beside him Jaffer gave a soft huffing noise, but simply put his big head down on the bed beside Jack and closed his eyes.

"My chest is sore… and I'm tired…"

"How bad is the pain?" Janet asked, already carefully pulling off the bandages she'd put over the terrible staff wound that had damaged his chest so terribly. "On a scale of one to ten – ten being agony…"

"Two… maybe a two and a half."

He was so bewildered by what was going on that he didn't even try to tell her he was fine. Although this time he actually was. Well, not perfectly fine, but nowhere near as bad as he'd been.

Janet stared at his chest. The wound that she'd so carefully closed only a few hours before was almost gone. Not completely healed, but where there had been blood and stitches and a barely closed gaping injury, now there was only a pink line – and stitches that were still there, but weren't holding anything closed.

Sam looked as well, and although she hadn't seen what he'd looked like before, she knew very well that this wasn't right. She looked at Janet, who turned to the other bed in the room. The medic had returned Ian to his bed and had covered him once more; replacing the IV needle he'd pulled out and had righted the machinery that had been knocked over. While he was looking rather wild-eyed at the young man sleeping in the bed, Janet didn't have time for that. Not just yet, anyways. She snapped her fingers to get the medic's attention.

"I want tests done on Colonel O'Neill," she told him. "X-rays, blood samples, tox screens, the works. Now."

"Wait a minute," Jack protested as the medic nodded and left the room. He was still holding Sam's hand trying to comfort her, and he didn't understand what was going on, but he knew he didn't need all that done to him. "I'm fine."

"I know, Colonel."

"Then-"

"Just do what I say."

"We'll explain it later," Sam said, speaking for the first time. She was still looking weepy, but there was a relief in her expression that Jack didn't understand, and some kind of awe as well.

"But-"

"Please?"

Jack couldn't say no to Sam any more than Ian could, of course, and he scowled, but he nodded. She smiled to see that familiar expression on his face, and she leaned over and kissed him softly.

"I love you."

Unsure what was going on but knowing she needed it, he returned the kiss and gave her as much of a smile as he could manage – considering he was about to be poked and prodded and jabbed for no reason that he could tell.

"I love you, too…"

Before they could say anything further the door opened and the medic returned with two others in tow and a gurney. Working around Jaffer, who showed no inclination of moving, they quickly and carefully transferred Jack to the gurney, and wheeled him out of the room, leaving Sam and Janet alone in the room – except for Ian, who was completely unaware of what was going on around him, and Jaffer, who appeared to have fallen asleep as well.

"What happened?" Sam asked her friend, her hand sliding along Jaffer's silky shoulder as she stared at the sleeping form in the bed next to the now empty one. "How did-"

"I don't know," Janet replied, turning and examining Ian's sleeping features. He didn't look any different to her – maybe a little more drawn and haggard – but she was seeing him in a different light, that was certain. "I've never seen anything like it."

But she had. She'd seen Dotty Adams work similar miracles – even on Jack. And Sam had, too. Even as she said it, she realized it. And so did Sam.

"How could he heal him just by touching him?" Sam asked, walking around the bed and coming to stand beside Janet, her hand reaching out and caressing Ian's cheek. "He's not Ancient."

"We don't know that…"

"We'd have known, Janet," she protested. "Dotty would have told us – and his parents aren't Ancients – and there's no way he's adopted."

That much was certain. Ian was the image of his mother in looks and his father in temperament. He wasn't adopted.

"Besides," Sam added. "Dotty never passed out after healing someone, and Ian…"

She trailed off, as her agile mind quickly started putting pieces together. Pieces that she probably should have realized sooner – except that it was simply impossible. Then and now. There was-

"What's going on?"

This time the voice that interrupted was Daniel's. Sam looked up from Ian and saw that Daniel and Teal'c had both entered the room – Teal'c carrying Jake, who was asleep – and Daniel looking pale and a little frightened. She could understand that; all he knew was that the doctors were suddenly moving Jack form one room to another, and he had no idea why.

"You're never going to believe it," Janet said, shaking her head. She didn't, after all…