The following morning O'Neill, Teal'c and Carter went to see Daniel. They had talked over breakfast in the commissary and exchanged information. They had the mutual feeling that they needed to get as much information as possible from Daniel. So they decided to see him before their 10:00 meeting with General Hammond.

The three of them entered the cell together and walked over to Daniel, who was sitting on his mattress as though he was expecting them.

"Hey Daniel," O'Neill made himself comfortable on the bed sitting cross-legged beside Jackson.

"Greetings Daniel Jackson," said Teal'c, standing facing the men.

"Jack, Teal'c," Daniel welcomed them as though inviting them into his home, "Sam," he looked directly at her.

"Hello Daniel," she replied without skipping a beat, which washed relief over Daniel in a tidal wave.

"So guys, what do you want to know?" he asked, looking at each of them.

"Daniel," surprisingly Carter was the first to speak, "We need to know why you had that sudden violent outburst. Why are you fine again now?"

"To be honest Sam, I have no idea. I just know that before it I felt like a perfectly normal injured person, and then WHAM! I was beating everyone up uncontrollably."

Carter sighed and shifted her weight to the other foot.

"And now I feel fine again, relatively speaking," he told them.

"Of course," said O'Neill, "But you must have a theory Daniel."

"Why's that Jack?"

"Because you always do."

Daniel opened his mouth, then shut it, then said, "Look, it was only after the attack that my wounds healed, and they healed fast. Within a day they had closed, as you saw," he said to Sam, "And now they are just scars," he showed them the red marks.

"So what's your theory," pushed O'Neill.

"My theory, Jack, is that the whole thing is purely medical," he paused when he received three sceptical looks, "The venom that was injected into me when the things scratched me had an effect on my brain. Like a drug."

"I see where you're coming from," Carter said, "You're saying that there are no strings attached, unlike what we've experienced before."

"Yes. And no. I don't know if there are no strings attached, but it is unlike what we've experienced before."

"Daniel," Jack warned in his your-not-making-much-sense voice.

"Jack, all I'm saying is that it's not like with Cassandra. It's not a time-bomb waiting to go off. It's not a virus. It's a natural defence that the creatures have."

O'Neill still looked sceptical, but Carter was beginning to analyse the situation.

"Sir, it is the closest explanation we've got," she said.

"OK, so we know why he went crazy," Daniel gave the CO a look, "but how does it help us get it out of his system?"

"Perhaps, like a drug, the body will rid itself of the venom," Teal'c suggested.

"Maybe. But I think we'd better take some scans to be sure that nothing is happening in there."

"Alright then," O'Neill was glad to have made some progress, "Meanwhile, we have a meeting to get to?"

"Yes Sir."

Daniel nodded, "Thanks for the visit you guys," he said before he rose and knocked on the door to let the airmen know they wanted to leave.

They left and went to the briefing room with the intentions of recounting everything they had learnt to General Hammond. Forty-five minutes later they were done. Hammond had told them to do whatever possible to help Dr. Jackson and do it ASAP. So Carter was on her way to the Infirmary to tell Dr. Branston to prepare Daniel for an MRI. O'Neill went to his office to do some thinking and Teal'c was on his way to light some candles for ke'nor'eem.

By that afternoon the three plus Hammond were assembled around a bed in which Daniel lay, cuffed of course. Two nurses skirted around the outside of the bed to nervously check his stats.

"They've been doing that all day," laughed Daniel as the nurses left and Dr. Branston entered the cubicle.

"What have you found Doctor?" Hammond asked her.

"Well Sir, I've found nothing. His scans were completely clear, spare his cracked rib and a few internal bruises from the force of being attacked."

"So you're telling me that there are no evident signs of corruption?"

"Yes Sir," the doctor shrugged.

"So apart from being slashed, Daniel's clean?" asked O'Neill.

Branston bit her lower lip, "Not exactly. His blood stream is still full of the venom. And it's showing no signs of going away either. So for all we know it could happen again."

"I see," said Hammond.

"But remember, Sir, there is no growth on his brain, no physical markings whatsoever."

"Understood," Hammond turned to the soldiers behind them, "Airmen, take Dr. Jackson back to his holding cell," then he said to O'Neill, Carter and Teal'c, "You are to report to me tomorrow at 17:30."

"Yes Sir," O'Neill and Carter said in unison.

Each of them left and Daniel was escorted back to his cell.

A/N: Not much of a chap, I know. But hey. Still necessary.