Long awaited, I know and I'm terribly sorry! but here it is, what happens to Jack and Daniel? Enjoy!
"Uhhhh…."
"Take it easy colonel."
"Mmm?"
"You're in the infirmary." Jack opened his eyes and a blurry picture unfolded. It started to swim, making his stomach unhappy, but finally settled into place. Jack gave his eyes a chance to focus then mumbled out an almost incomprehensible word.
"Doc?" he gurgled.
"Yes, it's me colonel."
"Ugh…." came a wayward groan from the bed next to him. Jack would have laughed if he didn't feel so god-damned awful. Daniel was literally green at the gills. Daniel's picture started to move and Jack closed his eyes again the impending nausea.
"Sir?" came Carter's worried voice.
"Yep?" he grumbled. "I'm good…"
"No, you're not." Jack tried to nod, but that only worsened the feeling. His stomach seemed empty, like a pit had buried itself deep in his gut. Ooh, that didn't feel good.
"Colonel, you've been in a comatose state for three days. Daniel woke up a couple hours ago then started slipping in and out of consciousness." She sounded like she was going to cry. Her voice wavered and Jack saw her bit her lip anxiously.
"What's… wha's… wrong?" he managed to croak. God, if Sam didn't move… Luckily, she stood up towards his hands, and away from his mouth.
"You… you and Daniel… the plant's fruits suddenly released a chemical into your bodies that made your white and red blood cells rebel and made your whole body chemistry go haywire." He knew she was putting it simply for him, and he thanked her for that.
"It's like cancer, only worse. And… and…" She'd gotten to the worst part and he knew it. He weakly grasped her hand. "And we're not sure if we can fix it." The horrid feeling in his gut rose and he uttered the quickest warning he could.
"Sam! Bucket…!" And it all came out. Luckily, it was not much since he hadn't eaten properly for days.
"Oh sir!" Watching her, the colonel saw a single tear roll from her eye. Feeling a tad bit stronger he spoke.
"Carter… we'll beat this thing," he paused for a ragged breath. "And I promise… never to eat foreign… fruits ever again." Through her pain, Sam smiled briefly. No matter what, the humor would always be part of Jack O'Neill. Janet, who'd been looking out for Daniel, came to Sam and rested a strong hand on her friend's back.
"Come on Sam," she whispered quietly. Jack gave Carter's hand one last squeeze and she left.
OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO
Sam sat alone in the commissary, sipping on some coffee and reflecting – sort of. Hammond walked in looking specifically for the distraught major. He knew, even if she didn't show it, that she blamed herself in some small way. He sat at her table.
"Hi sir," she said meekly.
"Hello Carter." They sat in silence for a bit until Sam spilt her guts. "It's all my fault sir; I shouldn't have let them eat the fruit. I shouldn't have gotten hurt yesterday so I could tell them not to eat them. And now they're deathly sick!"
She broke down slightly; small tears trickled out of her eyes. Hammond felt bad for her. No one was in the commissary seeing as it was late at night. The general moved to the chair next to her and patted her on the back. Suddenly the major turned and pulled him into a hug which he graciously returned.
After crying herself out and bringing herself to realize who she was hugging, Sam pulled away and wiped her eyes.
"I'm sorry sir."
"It's okay, it's not everyday you get a shower from a friend." She chuckled a little and Hammond became serious again. "Are you going to be okay?"
She nodded. "Yes sir." He began to walk away. "And thank you sir."
"Anytime you need a shoulder. But don't make it a habit or otherwise I'll have to get new clothing," he threatened and walked out the door. Sam smiled after him. What a nice commanding officer she had. She, too, left the commissary to go talk with Teal'c.