Janet Frasier frowned when Ian Brooks presented himself for his mandatory physical the next morning. He looked almost as tired as he had when he'd left the day before, and while he was never as tanned as River Hayden (and really, who was?) he was more pale than normal.

"Why do I think you haven't slept?" She asked him.

"I slept."

"All night?"

"No."

He couldn't have lied to her anyways, so he didn't even bother to try. He'd actually sat up a long time, trying to figure out how he was supposed to fix things between him and Cassie – which of course he didn't want to tell Fraiser – and had finally fallen asleep on the couch only because his body had finally said enough was enough and he'd drifted off. And he'd had a hell of a time getting up the next morning.

Janet studied him for a moment, her expression unreadable. Finally, she spoke.

"Why do I get the feeling this has something to do with Cassie coming home angry and moody last night?"

Ian scowled.

"I didn't do anything."

"I didn't say you did."

Oh, yeah. He was just so used to being on the defensive with Janet Fraiser about his relationship with her daughter that he'd assumed she was jumping him.

"Sorry."

The apology was unexpected, and told Janet that whatever it was that had happened, it had thrown Ian for a loop, because he was looking baffled. Which was how Cassandra made her feel a lot of the time, too, so she could relate.

"Want to talk about it?"

He didn't. But in a way, he did. Frasier knew Cassie best, after all – even better than Sam did. Maybe she'd be able to give him advice. Of course, Ian was never exactly sure how Janet felt about him; sometimes he thought she'd resigned herself to him dating Cassie, and other times she seemed more than ready to see them breaking up. So he was fairly uncertain what to do with that, too. Finally, though, he shrugged. It wasn't like things could get any worse, after all.

"She's mad at me."

Janet was surprised he'd even answered, but she hid it well.

"Do I dare ask why?"

Ian shrugged.

"Apparently I'm the shittiest boyfriend alive."

"She said that?"

"In not so many words."

"What did you do?"

He sighed, and shrugged again.

"I buy her the wrong kinds of presents."

Since Janet knew Cassie wasn't all that materialistic – at least, she wasn't as bad as most girls her age – she didn't have a clue what Ian meant by that, and he wasn't giving her many hints to make it any clearer. Whatever it was, though, it was serious – or he'd never be desperate enough to discuss it with her.

"What kind of presents are you buying her?" Janet asked, wondering if she even wanted to know.

"Flowers. Candy. Stuff like that."

"Ah."

Now she understood. And Ian scowled at the understanding in that one little word.

"Yeah."

"So what are you going to do?"

Despite the company he was with, Ian flopped backwards onto the bed – a sure sign of just how desperate and befuddled he was.

"Get her something she wants."

He had a whole list of shit to choose from, after all. Now he just had to find out what the hell a Chia Pet was.

Janet nodded. He was cutting it close, though, since Cassie's graduation was that evening at six – and he still had a briefing to attend. Not to mention it was hardly a secret that he didn't have a clue what he was going to get her.

"Need help?"

He looked up at her, visibly surprised by the offer.

"Really?"

Now it was her turn to shrug.

"Why not?"

He hesitated, but then sat up, looking a little hopeful.

"Sam's taking me shopping at lunch. Want to come?"

"Sure."

"Thanks."

She smiled.

"You're welcome. Now, take off your shirt."

They still had an exam to do, after all, and she knew Hammond was waiting.

OOOOOOO

"The question in front of us," Hammond told SG-1 (and Sam) about an hour later, "is whether or not we should maintain contact with the villagers of this planet. Despite the fact that they're obviously originally from here, how much damage would we be doing to them by our continued presence on their planet?"

The question was pretty much aimed at Daniel, who hesitated before answering, obviously considering his response.

"I'd say it's safe to assume that they're already affected by our visit," he said, finally, casting a meaningful glance over at Ian. "I don't think we would do any more damage by seeing them again…"

"They already think we have God," Jack added, looking at Ian as well, his eyes lit with good humor as he teased one of his favorite targets.

Ian scowled.

"The Son of God, O'Neill," Teal'c corrected.

Ian sighed. This was one of those weeks that made him think he should have stayed in bed.

"Ian aside," Daniel said, "I want to see if I can figure out why the Ancients brought the villagers here in the first place – and to do that, I need to get another look at that cave…"

"They didn't," Ian said, speaking for pretty much the first time since the briefing had begun.

Everyone turned to him.

"What?"

"The Ancients didn't bring the villagers to the planet – at least, I'm pretty sure they didn't."

"How do you come to that conclusion?" Daniel asked, confused.

"Because while the English writing in the cave mentions the aliens bringing them there, the Ancient writing in the cave didn't mention the Humans at all – and if they had been responsible for transplanting them, you think they would have said something, right?"

"How do you know it didn't say anything about the Humans?" Daniel asked. "You didn't see it all that long."

"Long enough."

He only needed a glance at it to be able to recall it to mind whenever he wanted to, after all – and they all knew it.

"Why didn't you mention this before?" Hammond asked.

"Nobody asked me…"

"Not to mention he's been a little out of the loop," Sam said. "Janet had him in the infirmary during the briefing yesterday."

Good point.

"What else did the Ancient writing say?" Daniel asked, curiously.

"It was talking about the rocks…" Ian said. "They were planning on coming back to the planet because it held a potential power source that they wanted to study a little longer." He shrugged. "I assume they either figured them out and decided it wasn't something they could use, or someone forgot the address and they never went back."

"So they found more of the rocks?" Sam asked, curiously. She, more than anyone there – with the possible exception of Ian – was more interested in the rocks than the people.

Ian nodded.

"I'm sure they must have. They were falling on our heads, after all, and there's no reason to assume that it was any safer when the Ancients were there."

Everyone looked at him again.

"The cave is made out of those rocks?" Jack asked. "Those flammable ones?"

Ian nodded.

"According to the writing on the wall it is – and I didn't see a whole lot of other rocks on the planet…"

Another good point.

"We should definitely collect a few more," Daniel said. If it was something the Ancients were looking into, then the rocks were probably something they should look into as well.

"Do you think you could find this cave without going back to the village?" Hammond asked Jack, who nodded.

"Probably."

"But shouldn't we at least tell the villagers we're there?" Daniel asked. He wanted to talk to them again – and he really wanted to find out if Sabrina was going to get pregnant.

"We'll see," Hammond said. He looked at the others. "We'll schedule a rock gathering mission for Monday morning."

That would give them the weekend off – and that evening off for Cassie's graduation. Something he didn't want to miss.

"Yes, sir."

There were nods around the table. Everyone wanted to make Cassie's graduation, so they were glad for the delay – even Daniel.