Wow! I'm overwhelmed by all the reviews I got for the first chapter. I only hope I can continue to keep your attention with subsequent chapters. Thanks guys, I truly appreciate your comments and I'm glad you like it so far.

And no, this has nothing to do with Unity. This is a brand new fic and not set in an AU, even though it won't follow canon. This is my version of Stargate!

Censure.

By LetitiaRichards

Previously:-

"Yes sir," he said meekly, which brought a frown to everyone's brows. It wasn't like Jack to undergo any form of medical examination at least without making a fuss first.

Chapter 2

"Doctor, I like you to give Colonel O'Neill a thorough examination," he ordered knowing that Janet would understand his concerns. Judging by the surprised look on her face, she was still in shock when Jack had acquiesced to the order so readily.

"Yes sir," she dutifully answered, worried herself about the little information that Sam had told her of the Colonel's condition.

"Colonel? Are you feeling okay?" Sam couldn't help asking, still worried by his pale features, and the fact that he hadn't actually moved yet.

"I'm...good Carter," he answered softly with a hesitant smile, before turning about face to follow Janet, though his face radiated doubt at his own words.

"Jack?"

He hadn't made it as far as the door when Daniel called after him more worried than ever now.

"Yeah?" he asked, stopping but didn't turn to face his friend.

"You...em...you sure you're okay?"

Jack sighed softly with exaggerated patience.

"I'm fine!" he ground out, feeling irritated with all the fuss.

"Sir?"

"What?" he stopped, spun round testily and demanded, but instantly he lost his balance and fell to the floor clutching his head, crying out against the sudden pain.

Janet, Sam, Daniel, Teal'c and even the General rushed over to help him. He was gasping; his eyes were shut tight as he fought against the agony inside his head. Janet ordered them to place him onto the gurney that had arrived earlier and the General, Sam, and the rest of the team could only stand by and watch as he passed out again. Janet hurried her team to get the Colonel to the infirmary; wondering what was really wrong with him.

"Have you any idea what really happen out there Major?" Hammond asked, deep concern written starkly across his features.

"None sir. When I came across him he was already unconscious. There was a little blood seeping from his ear, but I saw no logical reason for it sir. There was no obvious head injury that I could see," she answered honestly, totally bewildered. Her mind conjured up all sorts of reasons, none of which she wanted to accept because of the outcome. The most dreaded of course was the thought that Jack might be suffering from a brain tumour or something like that, which didn't bode well for him at all.

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"So how are you feeling now Colonel?"

Janet stood beside the slouching figure of the Colonel as he sat on the edge of the bed, waiting for her to finish her round of endless questions. He'd calmed down a lot now the pain had eased considerably and he'd regained consciousness but it had left him feeling tired and listless.

"Headache, dizzy, nauseous," he listed drearily.

"Did you feel like this on the planet sir?"

"Nope!" he sighed.

"Before you went off-world?"

"Nope!"

"Yesterday?"

'Oiy!' He thought, shaking his head and instantly regretting it. He closed his eyes and willed the world to stop spinning.

"Did you feel like this before you passed out on the planet?"

"No! For cryin' out loud Doc!" he snapped, fed up with all the questions she was tossing his way, he was tired and irritable. He then sucked in a deep breath, and shot his hands out to steady himself as another wave of dizziness and overwhelming pain swept over him.

Janet grabbed his swaying form, then he slumped limply against her shoulder. She yelled for assistance as she was the only thing stopping him from falling to the floor on top of her and he was no lightweight.

"I need help here!" she cried urgently.

Jack O'Neill was a tall, well built, muscular man and Janet was a good deal shorter, and her petite frame couldn't hold him up for very long. She struggled to hold him and then Daniel was there, helping her to lay the Colonel back as he passed out completely.

Janet set to on another round of tests, yelling for more procedures to be done to get to the bottom of the Colonel's debilitating spells.

Daniel stood back, his arms wrapped tightly round his torso, worried beyond reason about his friend.

There was a frenzy of organised activity around the bed as Sam and Teal'c joined Daniel waiting impatiently outside the room now, having been persuaded to leave by one of the nurses whilst they examined Jack.

"What's going on Daniel?" Sam asked anxiously eyeing the activity going on, on the other side of the door through the little window.

"Jack...had another one of those 'episodes'. He got dizzy and passed out again. Janet's ordered another MRI and a CAT scan. She's got him hooked up to some machine or other. I don't know what it does, but she had me practically hustled from the room. Sooo...you tell me what's going to happen now?" he sighed wearily, wrapping his arms around his chest and self-hugging again tightly.

"Oh god!" Sam muttered in disbelief. What the hell was going on with him? She wondered.

"O'Neill is in good hands Major Carter, Daniel Jackson. I am certain that Dr. Frasier will not rest until she has discovered the cause of O'Neill's problems."

"I know that Teal'c, but it doesn't stop me from worrying," Daniel explained as he paced the floor again, waving his hand to emphasize his nervousness. "And just because she might find the cause, it doesn't mean to say that she can remedy 'it'...whatever 'it' is."

Sam laid a hand over the muscular arm of her team-mate to thank him for his assurance.

"We know that Teal'c. It's just that we...do care what happens to the Colonel. As much as he doesn't like to acknowledge it, we all care for him, and we're just worried about what's going to happen to him; especially in the near future. We're a good team, but if there's anything really wrong with him, then that will probably signal a big change, and that's what we don't want."

Sam sank down onto one of the plastic seats next to Teal'c who stood sentinel beside the doors watching the proceedings inside the room now. The three of them stayed this way for what seemed like hours until Janet came to tell them of her diagnosis.

"Is he okay?"

"Can we see him yet?"

"Sure. He's feeling better again now, but don't stay too long, these bad spells seem to be draining his energy quite a bit; also, he's very subdued which has me worried too. It's not like him, he's usually bitching to go home by now; he's definitely not himself at this point."

"Do you have any idea yet as to what's causing him to black out like that?" Daniel asked fearfully.

"Not as yet, but I'm still waiting for the results on the scans we did."

"Could..." Daniel began, not really sure if he was just being overly anxious or over imagining his fears and letting them run away with him, but he wanted to rule out that possibility, "...could it...um...be a...a brain tumour of some sort?" he asked tentatively, medical knowledge wasn't his forte.

"I wondered that!" Sam added, desperately wanting Janet to deny it. She was glad to find that she wasn't the only one who wondered if that was the problem.

Instead of the expected reassurance, Janet merely confirmed their fears.

"That's one probability I'm looking into, hence all the scans. If there's anything there, it'll show up and we can deal with it, hopefully. I can't say yes or no until I've had a good look at the results. I think that he already suspects something like that himself and that may be why he's so quiet, but I don't want you to say anything to upset him. We all know what he's like, he'll try to hide his symptoms from us and that's not a good thing right now."

Janet could see the effects her speech was having on the members of the team and if the Colonel was feeling down then one look at their faces would just about make him feel he was just about ready to die.

Daniel went to brush past her, but Janet held him back with a hand on his arm.

"If you go in there looking like that he's gonna feel really bad. I need you to keep cheerful, difficult though that may be at the moment. I can't let you in there with those long faces, he'll only suspect I'm hiding something from him. I need you to stop thinking the worst. He doesn't need it from you folks in particular. You're his team, his friends, he needs you to keep his spirits up. Please!"

Sam plastered a weak smile onto her lips and nodded, blinking rapidly to dispel the sudden moisture filling her eyes.

"It's difficult, but we'll do our best Janet," she sniffed, "It's just...we can't bear to think that...I don't like to see him like this."

"I know Sam; no-one does. Go on in, cheer him up. He'll be glad to see you all."

"We will endeavour to do so Doctor Frasier," Teal'c assured her.

Daniel nodded at her words of wisdom as he pushed the door open and he watched Jack's face light up when they entered. He looked closer and though Jack seemed genuinely pleased to see them, he could see the gratification never really reached those dark expressive eyes of his; they still appeared dull and lifeless.

TBC