A gentle touch brought Ian out of his slumber. Not much, just enough that he was aware of what was going on around him. And aware enough that he could feel every ache and pain, but could also feel the softness of the pillow under his throbbing head, and the weight of the blankets covering him. He moved his head, slightly, uncertain what was going on, and forced his eyes open to find out.

And found Janet Fraiser hovering over him, her hand close to his cheek but not touching him now – even though he knew she had to be the one who had woken him. She smiled when she saw his eyes open. It was one of the very few moments he was completely off guard, after all.

"Good morning…"

He frowned, obviously trying to figure out what was going on. And started shivering almost imperceptibly. Janet noticed immediately of course.

"What are you doing here?"

His voice sounded tired and weak, and she wasn't sure if the sudden squint in his eyes was from the light in the room or pain. She reached over and shaded his eyes from the overhead light.

"Just slumming."

He actually gave her a weak smile at that, and Janet's smile broadened.

"How do you feel?"

"I'm cold."

"Do you hurt?"

"Yeah. But I'm cold."

Since he'd mentioned it twice when he obviously felt so terrible already, Janet knew it was the thing that was bothering him the most, and she reached behind her and picked up a blanket that had been neatly folded and sitting on a stand, and then spread it over him, tucking it around him. It wasn't cold in the room – it was quite warm actually – so she had a feeling that his chill was more reaction from what had happened – or a memory of just how cold he'd been when they'd brought him to the clinic. Another disadvantage to having a photographic memory, she decided.

"Better?"

He shook his head, but didn't complain about being cold again.

"Is Cassie here?"

It was Janet's turn to shake her head.

"No. Sam and Jack were, though. They're at the camp, now, but I just spoke to Sam… she's worried about you."

He sighed, and closed his eyes.

"Tell her I'm fine and not to worry."

"I did."

"Good."

"Once you're feeling a bit better, we can transfer you to the SGC…"

Ian opened his eyes.

"I don't want to go to the SGC. I want to go home."

Which didn't surprise her at all. She'd been pretty sure that the moment she'd mentioned the SGC he was going to rebel – and she'd done it on purpose just for that. So she could get a better gauge of what was going on inside his head. He'd reacted exactly as she'd expected, and that reassured her that he wasn't addled by the shot he'd take to his head.

"We'll see what happens," she promised, tucking the blanket around him once more. "Get some rest, okay?"

He nodded, not yet up to arguing with her about anything, and Janet watched as he closed his eyes and fell back to sleep almost immediately.

OOOOOOOOOO

The rain stopped while the campers were finishing up the last of the morning games in the gym. While Sam and Shawn – excluded due to their injuries – watched, the kids were chased around the gym by their counselors and the other campers, running themselves just as wild as they might have if they were outside in the field.

The sun came out just as Gary finally called a stop to the last game – which was the weirdest version of duck duck goose that Sam had ever seen – and was incredibly fun to watch.

"All right, Campers! Get to your cabins and get ready for lunch, and be down here when the bell rings," Gary ordered, grinning at the panting counselors, who looked grateful for the reprieve. "We'll be playing outside this afternoon, rain or shine!"

There were cheers following this announcement, and the kids rushed to the doors, chattering happily about what they'd just played, and what they were expecting to play later on.

In deference to the fact that Jack looked about as worn out as he'd ever been, River grinned.

"I'll take the kids up to the cabin if you want to help Shawn get there…"

River, of course, was in excellent shape and wasn't even breathing heavily after all the running.

Jack wanted to scowl, but he couldn't help but be grateful for the offer.

"Sounds like a plan. We'll meet you there."

It would give him a chance to make sure Sam was safely wherever she was heading as well. Probably the nurse's cabin where Jaffer and Mandy were hanging out with Jake, who had been sleeping when Sam had left them.

"You look worn out," Sam said, smiling up at him when he limped over – trying to hide the limp.

Jack nodded, reaching down and taking her good hand so he could pull her to her feet.

"I feel worn out."

Since the room was already clearing out, Shawn decided to ask Jack about the subject that he couldn't get Sam to mention again, and when Jack reached down to help Shawn to his feet as well, he spoke up.

"Hey, Jack…"

"Yeah?"

"What do you know about Ian that I don't?"

Jack looked at Sam, realizing that there was something going on that he wasn't in on. She tried to tell him something with her look, but he couldn't figure it out.

"What do you mean?"

"I mean, Sam mentioned that Ian's been out like this before – when River and I were hurt – but she won't tell me when, or what's going on with him."

Ah. Crapola. Now he knew what Sam had been trying to tell him and hadn't been able to. Luckily, Jack not only was Shawn's father, but he also outranked him – and he had security on his side in this. Which was all he needed to give himself more time to get together with Sam and hopefully Ian and find out what Shawn knew and what he didn't so they could decide what he should know.

"Sam wouldn't discuss it, because this isn't the time or place for it, Shawn," Jack said, evasively.

"But-"

"Shawn."

The cadet scowled, both because he knew that meant Jack wasn't going to tell him anything, and because that very silence on both Sam and Jack's part meant that whatever was going on with Ian was far more than some little something. It was probably huge, and was probably a great big military secret, and Shawn had been left out of it. Which struck a nerve when you considered that his very existence was a huge military secret – there weren't a lot of hybrid alien/humans running around the planet, after all, were there? He hated being left out of a secret.

Unfortunately, he also knew that Jack wasn't screwing around on this. His expression was serious, and there was no amusement in his eyes. Which meant he wasn't keeping the secret simply to torment Shawn.

"Let's get Sam to the nurse's cabin," Jack told him, changing the subject – and Shawn knew it was a permanent change with no option but to accept it.

He nodded, accepting it for now, but silently planning on asking Ian what the hell was going on as soon as he saw him next.