Janet followed Sam's gaze down to the infant in her arms.

"What are you thinking Sam?" She asked, although she was pretty sure she already knew.

"Ian was passed out pretty hard when we returned with Jake…"

Janet nodded, but she wasn't quite ready to agree completely. It was just too far-fetched.

"He was also injured."

"But you said yourself that he shouldn't have been out so long – he didn't even have broken ribs, just some bruising. And you did say that Jacob was in better shape than any preemie you'd ever seen."

There was definitely an argument to be made, Janet knew. She was going to wait, though, and talk to Ian before actually agreeing. It was one thing to see something done in front of your eyes and believe it; it was another matter completely to start crediting Ian with everything that had happened around them.

"He is…" she agreed. "But let's wait and see, okay?"

Sam started to say something, but the door opened and the medics returned with Jack just then. He was asleep when they rolled him in on the gurney, but he roused briefly when they transferred him over to the bed once more.

"Is he okay?" Sam asked. She'd moved off the bed when they'd entered to give the medics room to work, although Jaffer hadn't even budged and they'd ended up settling the Colonel around the lab's hulking form. As soon as they had Jack covered up and reattached to his monitors, Janet gave him a quick check, while Sam hovered nervously.

"He's fine, Sam," Janet told her. "A couple of the tests required him to be slightly sedated, that's all." She'd checked the wound on his chest – which was still just a faint pink line – and had checked his reflexes. Everything was okay. "Why don't I leave you alone with him for a while?"

Sam nodded, and resumed the spot beside him on the bed, still holding Jacob, although her attention was completely on Jack just then. She didn't even notice when Janet left.

Looking just a little glassy-eyed, Jack looked up at her, his hand reaching out and resting on her thigh since he couldn't hold her hand.

"Don't look so worried," he murmured, sleepily. "I'm fine."

"Did they tell you what happened?" She asked.

He shook his head.

"What happened?"

Sam looked over at Ian's bed for just a moment, and then back to her husband. She couldn't explain it to him, so what was the point of even trying to tell him?

"I'll tell you later," she promised. "Right now it looks like you can use some rest."

"I'm not sleepy," he said, almost automatically.

Sam smiled, and rested Jacob in the small space between Jack's body and Jaffer's, and leaned over and kissed Jack's forehead. Jaffer opened one eye when he felt the baby beside him, scooted just enough to make a little more space and went back to sleep, while Sam cuddled up against Jack on the other side.

"You look sleepy."

"I'm not."

He closed his eyes, though, and she caressed his cheek softly, watching as he fell asleep beside her.

She could have left then. He didn't need her company while he slept, and she knew it. But she needed his. In the space of only a few hours she'd gone from almost losing him to getting him right back, and she hadn't had a chance to get over that shock just yet. Some time spent with him – quiet time – would work wonders to restore her equilibrium, and she recognized that. Besides, she wanted to be with him.

She'd ask Janet later how long she intended to keep him.

OOOOOOOOOO

"How's he doing?"

Daniel and Teal'c had neither one left the infirmary – although they were expected in debriefing soon. They'd seen Jack being transported back into his room and had hovered, waiting for Janet to make an appearance. When she left the ICU room, she'd been handed a clipboard that held the few test results already back, and had also been given a large envelope that held O'Neill's newest set of x-rays.

Fraiser looked up from the notes written on the chart, and shrugged.

"As far as I can tell so far, he's fine."

"Really?"

She nodded, and walked over to one of the walls that held the lighted panels, pulling the x-rays out of the envelope as she did so. The first one she put up was of Jack's chest, and while she examined it, Daniel and Teal'c both came over as well and looked over her shoulder.

"Looks okay to me…" Daniel hazarded. He, of course, wasn't a doctor, so what did he know? Not that kind of doctor, anyways.

Janet nodded again. And pointed to the center of the x-ray.

"When he came in, that bone was so badly broken up that you couldn't make it out…"

"Really?"

"Yes."

Of course there were other differences, but she didn't bother to point them out. It was one thing to point to a bone and expect someone unaccustomed to examining x-rays to understand what they were seeing, but it was quite another to point to places that had once held badly injured organs. These would simply show up as dark spots to the initiated, and Janet didn't feel like going into lengthy explanations of things she didn't understand anyways.

"How's Ian?"

"Sleeping." She said, simply. "I'm going to run tests on him, now, and see if there's anything that could possibly explain all this."

"We don't need to call his parents or anything?"

She shook her head.

"He's not badly injured, and the last thing I need is General Brooks underfoot just now."

Maggie was great – and really, Nathan wasn't all that bad – but he was a General, and used to getting things his way. Especially when it came to Ian. Janet wasn't ready to deal with that.

"Anything we can do?"

"You might see if Sam wants you to stop at the house and bring her some things. She'll probably want to stay with Colonel O'Neill, and I'm not going to release him today."

Or the next day – or maybe not even the day after that. It would depend on what she found out.

"We have debriefing," Daniel said. "But we'll check in with Sam right after that."

That was soon enough, and would give Sam time alone with Jack.