TITLE: "The Comfort of Recovery" Part I

AUTHOR: Verb

RATING: PG, I would think

CATEGORY: Humor, some Daniel/Janet, slight Jack/Sam pre-relationship

SUMMARY: Sometimes, you just need somewhere comfortable to crash. Part 1 of 3.

DISCLAIMER: All publicly recognizable Stargate SG-1 characters and places are the property of MGM, World Gekko Corp and Double Secret Productions. This piece of fan fiction was created for entertainment only and no infringement on copyrights or trademarks was intended. This story and other publicly unrecognized events therein are copyrighted to the author.

DEDICATION: Again to Dessert Blossom-by-the-Sea, for encouragement and beta'ing; and to krysalys, because apparently obsessed minds think alike.

Pie was good. That was the though that found Colonel Jack O'Neill heading towards the base commissary at 1700 in the afternoon. Pie was good and there was nothing he could do to dislodge that thought from his brain.

It had been a very busy few weeks. Most of which he had spent in an extremely uncomfortable infirmary chair, sitting by while Daniel recovered from yet another injury sustained off-world. Jack had never met anyone as accident-prone as his favourite archeologist, who seemed determined to make the Colonel go grey as soon as possible. He supposed that was the price to pay for having a non-military geek on his team; a price he gladly paid for all of the times Daniel's diplomatic skills had gotten them out of a mess.

Reaching the elevators, he swiped his security pass, humming idly as he waited for the doors to open and whisk him away to the land of pie.

"Humming, sir?"

Jack's eyes snapped forward, instantly recognizing the voice of his 2IC. There in the elevator stood Sam and Teal'c, the barest hint of a smile on both of their faces. "What of it, Carter?"

Sam stepped out of the elevator, closely followed by Teal'c. "Nothing, sir. It's just . . . you were humming the Care Bears theme song."

Jack scoffed. "Well, what can I say? It's just so much catchier than the Hockey Night in Canada theme music." Jack eyed his teammates. "Where are you off to?"

"We were informed by Dr. Fraiser that DanielJackson is once again conscious," Teal'c explained. "I wish to visit him to ensure his good health remains for a period of time exceeding 24 hours."

"Oh, good. I was just there myself. Daniel's fine, but he'll be glad to see the both of you." Jack gestured to the open elevator doors. "I'll catch you later."

"Wait, sir. Where is it that you're headed?"

"Pie."

"3.14?"

Jack stared at Sam. "Sorry, sir. Old calculus joke. The commissary then?" Jack nodded his head. "I'll go with you then. I've already visited with Daniel and I wanted to go talk with Dr. Swanson about her findings on the device we brought back from P3X 494," Sam explained as she followed Jack into the elevator. "Her office is only two floors above the commissary."

Jack nodded again, absently pressing the button for level 20. There was something in the back of his mind, trying to tell him something was up. And it wasn't his sidearm.

XXXXXXX

Teal'c strode into the infirmary, stopping briefly to admire the plaque that hung on the wall beside Daniel's bed before addressing his friend. "DanielJackson."

Daniel looked up from the book he was pouring over. "Teal'c. Thank you for coming so quickly."

"Of course. That is what friends are for," Teal'c intoned. He had been surprised when Dr. Fraiser had wished to speak with him not long after Daniel was awake.

"Been watching Sesame Street again, Teal'c?" Daniel smiled up at his friend.

"Yes. I find it most informative and entertaining. Especially the one called 'Big Bird'. His yellow colour is most interesting." Teal'c's fondness for children's shows had been born out of the process of getting him used to Earth and its customs.

"Well, Teal'c, I'm really going to need your help on this. Janet said she would do what she can, but she can't really leave the infirmary. And since she won't release me," he paused to glare at the closed door to her office, "I'm afraid you'll have to take care of most of the work."

Never one to shy away from a challenge, Teal'c bowed his head. "Anything, DanielJackson. I believe Jack is most deserving of your gift."

"Thanks Teal'c. Everything you need is here. Just follow the instructions and everything should turn out great," Daniel explained as he handed over the list of things that needed to be prepared. "Speaking of Jack, where is he?"

"He and Major Carter went to the commissary. I believe O'Neill expressed a great need for calculus."

Daniel's features drew together in a confused look. "Calculus?"

Teal'c nodded. "Yes. Pertaining to the number 3.14."

Realization dawned on Daniel. "Oh, Pi. Pie, right. That man has a one track mind." Daniel shook his head. "Ok, well as long as Sam can keep him occupied until later tonight. Hopefully she can distract him enough that he doesn't clue in to what's going on."

Teal'c allowed himself the outline of a smile. "I believe Major Carter will have no trouble distracting O'Neill."

Daniel smiled back at the man. Unspoken as it might have been, all of SG-1 knew of the feelings that existed between Major Carter and Colonel O'Neill. Maybe this little surprise would help to bring some of those feelings out into the open. "You should probably get going, Teal'c. That's a pretty long list."

Teal'c inclined his head at Daniel. "I shall see you at the festivities later this evening." With that, he turned and navigated his way around the new equipment that crowded the infirmary.

"You are not getting out of that bed after the concussion you sustained," Janet commanded, appearing beside Daniel's bed in the spot vacated by Teal'c.

Daniel frowned. "It wasn't that bad."

"You were unconscious for six hours," Janet reminded him in her best doctor voice. "You're staying right where you are so I can keep my eye on you."

He smiled, knowing that any concern Janet felt towards him was exactly the reason he loved her. "So, basically you're using the concussion as an excuse to keep me near you for the next three days, helpless and unable to do anything about it?" he asked playfully.

Janet leaned over and kissed him on the forehead. "And don't you forget it."