Despite her hope to have a short talk with him before going back to the camp, Ian wasn't awake – and didn't wake up – when Sam stopped off at the clinic to drop Janet off and pick up Jacob. Jake was wide awake, however, and Doctor Kennedy couldn't help but be just a little reluctant to hand him back to his mother. Like Jack, Jake could be very endearing when he wasn't being Grumpy Baby, and he had that baby cuteness about him to make him even more irresistible. She reminded Janet to call if Ian woke or if she needed anything, and then headed back to Millcreek, now supplied for the last two days of camp.

When she arrived, campers were walking around the camp with various items in their hands; some heading for the cabin areas, some heading down to the water, and some heading off towards what was either the corrals and barns or the playing field. Before Sam had a chance to even wonder what they could be doing, Jaffer came rushing up, tail wagging excitedly as he greeted her with a lot of snuffling and licking.

"Hey, Little Man," Sam said, kneeling down to stroke and cuddle him – something that was a lot easier to do now that she didn't have that brace on her knee. "What have you guys been up to, huh?"

"We've been doing the world's weirdest scavenger hunt." Jack's voice came from behind her, and Sam smiled, because for just the briefest of moments she'd almost thought that Jaffer had been ready to answer.

She turned without getting up, still crouched beside the open truck door. Jack had come up behind the truck, and was now leaning against the tire well, watching her and holding a sheet of paper.

"Oh yeah? Is that why I just saw some kid walk by with a necklace made of toilet paper tubes?"

He smiled, and handed her the piece of paper in his hand.

"Probably, yeah."

"What's this?"

"What does it look like?" he challenged.

She looked at the paper and saw it was a drawing. A drawing of… something.

"Um…"

Jack's smile widened.

"Come on Genius Woman, you have to use your imagination on this one… what is it?"

"A bus accident?"

Jack snorted.

"Try dogs playing poker."

Sam looked back at the drawing, idly scratching Jaffer's ears when the lab decided he needed her attention more than Jack did. Finally she shook her head, and handed it back to him.

"I'll take your word for it."

Jack chuckled and opened the glove box of the truck, sticking the paper in it.

"We'll save that for Shawn," he said. "A souvenir like that is priceless."

Sam nodded her agreement, and stood up after giving Jaffer a final pat.

"Did you have a good afternoon?"

"An active one," Jack said, reaching in and freeing Jake from his car seat. He looked over at Sam, cuddling the baby close. "I see Ian woke up."

She looked at him in surprise.

"How did you know that?"

"You're not limping – or wearing that brace."

She didn't even ask how he'd come from seeing that to concluding that Ian had been responsible. She just nodded.

"He wasn't awake long, but yes, he woke up."

"Long enough to take care of you," Jack said, approvingly.

Sam nodded again.

"He wasted energy he shouldn't have, though. I-"

"It's put to good use," Jack interrupted, and Sam knew she was talking to the wrong person, since as far as he was concerned, having her healthy and whole was the most important thing in the world. And she loved him for that.

She just made an exasperated noise, and reached for Jake.

"I bought you some clothes."

"Sweats?"

"No."

"What am I supposed to sleep in?"

She shrugged.

"Borrow a pair from Shawn."

"Too small."

"What about River?"

Jack made a show of wincing.

"His glow in the dark – have you seen them?"

Sam smiled.

"I guess you're sleeping naked, then."

"You're not going to be there," he said, pretending to pout. "What would be the point?"

She leaned over and kissed him lightly, loving him for still being interested in her – and always willing to let her know.

"Just sleep in your shorts, Jack. You'll live."

He pouted again, kissed her soundly, and handed over their son.

"I'll get the bags."

OOOOOOOO

It was a mark of just how perceptive Janet Fraiser was of patterns and precedents when Ian woke almost exactly when she expected him to. When she returned to the clinic with clean clothes and toiletries, she showered, dressed and then checked on her sleeping patient – just in time to see him open his eyes sleepily and look around with that dazed expression that plainly said he wasn't completely positive where he was.

"Good afternoon," she said, coming over and sitting down on the edge of his bed.

"Hi."

She reached out and took his hand, her fingers smoothly finding his pulse as she watched his expression to make sure that his eyes were focusing properly.

"How do you feel?"

"Okay."

Of course, he still hadn't lifted his head from his pillow, but he was already tensing, obviously wanting to take his hand from hers – although he knew what she was doing and knew better than to interrupt. He was learning, after all.

"Hungry? Tired?"

"Yes."

Janet smiled, amused. He wasn't much for conversation at the best of times, but he was at his succinct best just then.

"Hungry enough to eat before you go back to sleep?"

Ian nodded, and looked around, finally bringing his head off the pillow – although it looked like it took all his energy.

"Where am I?"

"At a medical clinic just outside Millcreek camp."

"Libby?"

Janet smiled.

"She's fine. She's already returned to camp. You can see her as soon as you're feeling up to going back."

"I'm not going back."

"You'd rather go to the SGC?"

Ian scowled, and took his hand from Janet's.

"I don't need to be under medical observation."

"No, you don't," she agreed. "But you do need to eat. We'll discuss camp later."

She wanted him to eat, and if he became stubborn, there was every chance he'd refuse to do anything she wanted – and she definitely didn't feel like arguing with him just then. Time enough for that later.

"I'm not going back," Ian said, firmly – as firmly as he could when he felt as weak as a newly hatched chick, anyways. "I've had enough of that place to last me a lifetime – much less a summer."

"We'll talk about it later," Janet repeated, getting up and heading for the door. "I'll get you something to eat."

Ian watched her go, hunger warring with annoyance. He wasn't going back. Nothing could make him. Not even Hammond.