Saturday morning wasn't a typical weekend morning for Janet Fraiser. Not that it would have been anyways. There were two other SG teams offworld, so she would have gone into the SGC anyways – on the off chance that something happened and she was needed. She was a good doctor, and knew where she was supposed to be – even when she should have been off that day. But with O'Neill and Brooks both in her infirmary – and so many questions raised about Ian – there was no chance she was going to stay away.

Her first challenge, however, came log before she went into work.

"But I want to go see how he's doing."

Janet shook her head, looking over her morning coffee at her daughter. Cassie hadn't been happy when Janet had told her she couldn't go in to work with her that morning, but she'd figured that would be the reaction, and she was ready for it.

"He's sleeping, Cass, and that's all he's probably going to do all day. If you come into the base today, you're just going to end up sitting in my office – and I know you had other things planned."

"But mom…"

"Cass, I'm not even sure General Hammond would let you in to visit him."

"Why not?"

"Because."

She hadn't told Cassie what had happened – which had just added to the problem. But there was no way she was going to tell Cassie anything until she knew herself – if even then. For one thing, it was classified – and even though Cassie's very existence was a huge military secret, that didn't mean the girl had a right to be in on every secret that was going on in the SGC. Even when it had to do with her boyfriend.

"You're just going to have to wait."

Knowing from the tone of voice and the set in Janet's shoulders that she wasn't going to win this one, Cassie had reverted to the only thing she could do. She stomped off to her room, and slammed the door behind her.

Janet had sighed, and finished her coffee with a scant hope that Cassie would rejoin her – which didn't happen – and then she'd headed for the door. The tests she'd ordered on Ian Brooks should be completed by then, and she was anxious to see if there was anything to be found.

"I'll call you if I'm going to be late!" She'd yelled so that Cassie would hear her – even though she didn't expect an answer. She didn't get one, either. Ah well.

OOOOOOOO

Janet was in early, but she was hardly the first one in. Even though above them at NORAD they were on a skeleton crew for the weekend, she had a full compliment of doctors and nurses handy – along with plenty of support staff. As she walked through the main door of the infirmary, she was handed reports and test results by one of the doctors, who anticipated what she was going to ask for before she could even ask. Smiling, she thanked her and then headed into the ICU unit to check on her patients.

The bed Colonel O'Neill was in was crowded. Sam was stretched out on one side of him; sound asleep with her head nestled against his shoulder and his arm around her. Jaffer was on the other side, his head resting on Jack's thigh and his eyes open, watching Jacob, who was also awake and propped between his mother and father.

The black lab turned his attention to Janet when she walked through the door, his tail thumping a greeting although he didn't move, and Fraiser smiled at the sight of all of them sharing the same bed like that. Hospital beds weren't all that big, but it didn't matter to the O'Neill's. She moved over to Ian's bed, and saw that he was in the exact same position he'd been in when she'd seen him last. And still sound asleep. He wasn't going anywhere any time soon.

Satisfied that everyone was comfortable, Janet took her reports and left, heading for her office, where she could study them in relative quiet. From the size of the folders, there was a lot of information to be looked at and she was anxious to get to it. Besides, she knew that everyone else was going to be in soon, and they'd want answers. Answers she hoped to be able to give.

OOOOOOOOO

By the time Hammond arrived at the SGC, had a chance to go over the reports fro the day before and have a cup of coffee or two, Janet had had plenty of time to go through the test results. By the time Sam and Jack had both woken up and eaten breakfast and had a chance to visit with Teal'c – who came by to take Jaffer out when he took Jack out for his morning run – Fraiser was ready to face the rest of them, although she still didn't have answers.

There were things she could rule out, however, and questions that had been raised that she could discuss with the others. When Daniel arrived on base a little after ten, Hammond finally called all of them into the briefing room – including Jack, who now knew what had happened and was just as perplexed as everyone else. Moreso since he knew Nathan better than any of the others did – and knew the man wasn't an alien. Therefore his son couldn't be, either.

"What have you found out, doctor?" Hammond asked as they settled in around the table. "Anything?"

Janet shrugged.

"He's human, sir."

"You're certain?"

"There's nothing abnormal in the DNA tests," she replied. "He's no more Ancient than I am."

"Then what is it…?" Sam asked from her position beside Jack.

Janet shrugged.

"I'm not sure," she admitted. "However, his CAT scan did bring up something interesting." She pressed a button and a slide came up on the wall. It was a picture of a human head – with a lot of colors on the inside where the brain was.

"When Colonel O'Neill got his head stuck in that Ancient device – the repository of knowledge thing – his brain went hyperactive on him, and he started exhibiting abnormal activity."

"Yeah…" Jack said, wondering where she was going with that.

"Ian's brain is exhibiting the same symptoms," Janet told them. "It wasn't really noticeable, because his brain has a lot more activity anyways – I think due to the fact that he remembers everything around him and he's constantly categorizing all that – but it's remarkably similar to the activity that Colonel O'Neill was exhibiting at the time."

"The only problem with that, is that I was going nuts," Jack said.

"Not to mention, Ian hasn't stuck his head into any Ancient devices lately…" Daniel added.

Hammond looked at Janet, who shrugged helplessly.

"I realize that, guys. But that's what I'm seeing. Ian's brain activity is comparable to what Colonel O'Neill's was. I checked back to the last few scans we've done on him, and there has definitely been an increase over the past months. We didn't notice it, because it's been gradual."

"What does it mean?" Sam asked.

Janet shrugged again.

"I don't know. I'm hoping Ian will be able to tell us when he wakes up."

"And if he can't?" Daniel asked.

Hammond scowled.

"He'd better."