A/N - I've got to tell you - these reviews are addicting! Thank you all soooooo very much for your kind reviews! Forgot when I started posting - I don't own 'em(wished I owned Jack!) I'm just playing with them - and I'll try to be nicer to them! Thanks again, everybody!

Chapter 8

O'Neill heard the klaxons go off and the Stargate engaqge. He hurried to the control room. OK, so it was 5 a.m. and he had yet to go to bed, but hey, General's had lots of paperwork to do. He wouldn't admit, even to himself, the bad feeling that had been bothering him all night.

"Any idea who it is?" He asked Harriman, also still on duty at 5 a.m.

"Just got SG-1's IDC, sir", Walter replied. "Opening iris now."

Jack's unease ratcheted up another notch. They were very early – and what would bring them home at this ungodly hour? He immediately ran down the steps to the embarkation room.

As he reached the ramp, a figure came through, carrying another. O'Neill immediately recognized Teal'c and his fear leapt into full bloom.

"Report," he barked.

"O'Neill. DanielJackson was bitten by some sort of insect. I have used appropriate first aid, but his condition worsens."

Before the General could utter a sound, Harriman requested medical assistance in the gateroom. Teal'c lowered Daniel to the floor. Jack could see how pale his friend was and silently urged the doctor to hurry.

"Where's Carter and Kempson?"

"I contacted them to apprise them of the situation and expect them to follow shortly. Major Carter said they would be leaving immediately. They were slightly closer to the gate than we were," Teal'c replied, looking unconsciously at the gate as if expecting it to burst into action as he watched. O'Neill unwillingly followed suit.

Janet Frasier came bustling into the gateroom at that point and started her work on Daniel. After taking some vital signs and getting a good look at him, she stood up, motioning her crew to get him on a gurney and take him to the infirmary.

"Doc, how is he?" O'Neill asked, worry edging his voice.

"Well, looks like Teal'c did the right thing. His breathing is ok, pulse steady. We'll work up a tox screen to see what's going on, but I think he will be OK with a little time. I'll keep you posted."

"Thanks, I appreciate that!" O'Neill let out a breath he didn't know he was holding. "Now we just need to get the rest of SG-1 back and I can go to bed!" He moved back to the control room to sit, to wait for her…er… the remainder of his team….er, her team to return.