While Daniel tried to explain what cancer was – in easy terms that they could understand, considering how behind they were medically – Jack moved over to make sure Ian was really okay. He was getting used to the cadet being wiped out after the healing thing, but it was still unnerving to see someone so young and fit suddenly exhausted, and Jack wanted make sure. After all, it'd been cancer, right? That probably wasn't the easiest thing in the world to heal.

"Is he all right?" Braxton asked, softly, watching as Jack covered Ian up with a blanket. The villager wasn't as interested in what had been wrong with Sabrina as everyone else was. He was more concerned that Ian was in good shape. And was beginning to have his doubts that the boy was really who they thought he was. After all, the son of God shouldn't be tired from a simple healing, should he?

"Sure." Jack answered, not at all willing or ready to go into details on Ian's abilities or the drawbacks to it. "He just needs some sleep."

"Will he-"

"We all need some sleep," Jack said, cutting Braxton off and saying it loud enough for everyone to hear him. "It's been a long day, and we need to get started as soon as it's light."

Daniel nodded, and broke off the conversation – he'd spent the day moving rocks, after all, and he was sore and more than ready for some sleep, too. Much to the villager's disappointment, he moved over to his own bedroll and lay down.

"I will take first watch, O'Neill," Teal'c offered, knowing that the colonel was probably sore from the exertions of the day. He was moving stiffly, at any rate.

Jack nodded his agreement and headed for his own blankets, knowing if anything odd happened Jaffer would give him plenty of notice.

"Wake me up in four hours."

And he went to sleep.

OOOOOOOOO

A cold nose pressed up against his neck, followed by a wet wuffling noise. Ian groaned, and rolled over, trying to avoid it. And heard Jack's amused voice.

"Do it again, Jaffer."

The cold nose followed him, and this time it was joined by another, and a heavy weight as Jack (the dog) stepped on Ian in his eagerness to get close as well. And then another paw – this time right in the groin. Which woke Ian up immediately, even as tired as he was.

"Gah…"

Blindly he wrapped his arms around whichever dog it was – he still hadn't opened his eyes, but to judge by the size it was Jack – and rolled over again, pulling the dog with him and hugging him close – more out of a need for protection than to keep warm, although now that he was more or less awake, he could feel a distinct chill in the air.

"Rise and shine," Jack said, shaking the cadet's shoulder with just a little sympathy. He'd seen where Jack's (the dog) foot had landed, and knew from experience (Jaffer had done it to him several times) that it hurt. "Lots to do."

Ian opened his eyes, feeling just a little grumpy, a lot tired and almost as hungry as he was tired.

"What time is it?"

"Does it matter?" Daniel asked, amused at the question. "It's morning here and late evening at the SGC."

Good point. It didn't matter.

"Breakfast?" Jack asked, looking far too chipper for the time of day as far as Ian was concerned.

He let Jack (the dog) go, and sat up, looking around. None of the villagers were in the lean-to, although the rest of SG-1 was; all of them looking as if they were ready to get going. Ian felt like going… back to bed.

"Yeah. Breakfast."

Jack handed him a Powerbar.

"You can eat as we walk."

"Where's everyone else?"

"Josh and his wife –"

"Sabrina," Ian said.

"Sabrina… left for their village as soon as the sun was up enough that they could see."

Ian scowled. There was gratitude for you; they hadn't even fucking said goodbye.

"Sabrina was worried that her family would be worried about them not returning and might come looking for them," Daniel explained, noticing Ian's scowl and correctly interpreting it. "They said to tell you thanks and that they're going to name their first child after you."

Jack smiled.

"We weren't sure if they meant Jesus or Ian – but hopefully it'll be a boy since neither name is fitting for a girl, really."

Ian's scowled deepened.

"Funny."

Jack's smile grew. He thought he was funny.

"The others are waiting to escort us back to the village," Daniel said. "They're looking for snakes or something right now..."

"I don't want to go back to the village," Ian said, grumpily. "Don't we need to check in yet?"

"We're not sticking around there," Jack assured him. "We're getting close to being overdue – only the fact that the days are shorter here is keeping us from already being late – and you're right; we do need to check in."

And they'd probably not bring Ian back. Not only because he looked tired – and he was sure Janet Fraiser wouldn't allow Ian offworld without a decent meal and a good night's sleep – but because Jack knew the godling talk annoyed Ian just as much as it was annoying Jack. Hopefully they could turn this whole whacked out planet over to a different SG team. Besides, he ached from the labors of the day before and really wanted a chance to get a hot soak and maybe talk Sam into a backrub.

Looking only slightly mollified by that, Ian nodded and pushed himself out of his blankets, already unwrapping the energy bar Jack had given him. He shoved it in his mouth completely, and started rolling his blankets. They couldn't get out of here fast enough to suit him!