A very special thanks to iamdragonrider for the medical jargon... THANK YOU SOOOOOOOO MUCH!

lol.. anyway, on to the story!

"Mam, he's got high BP."

"Give him some D20 and fluids." She frowned, thinking.

"He's awake." Janet strolled over to the general. Little did she know, the team was by his side too.

"Well hello general. Glad to see your back."

"Thank you doctor. What happened?"

"You fainted and have high blood pressure. General, over the last couple of days, were you feeling any kind of numbness for maybe a couple minutes or so?" Hammond thought then nodded his head.

"Yes mam, as a matter of fact, yesterday, my arm fell asleep for a bit. I figured I'd been leaning on it to long or old age. No big deal."

"Actually sir, it might be. I think you had a TIA - transient ischemia attack. Think of it as a warning sign for a stroke. I doubt you'll have one though. I'm going to keep you here for the rest of the day and at the end, I'll let you go home. Now, do you know were Colonel O'Neill is?" Hammond nodded weakly and pointed at her feet. This time instead of acting like shy children, they looked worried.

"How is he?" Sam asked.

"Who are you?"

"Jan! What do you mean 'who are you?' It's me, Sam – Sam Carter!" Janet gave her the very skeptical look.

"And I'm the President of the USA. And this is the colonel, Daniel, and……..Teal'c!"

He bowed his head. "I am indeed he, Doctor Frasier." She took a seat, stunned.

"Wow… what happened to you guys?"

"Umm… we don't actually know, but it has to do something with that damned Cube."

Janet actually giggled. "Colonel, you sound so cute with that little squeaky voice of yours!"

"Doc, don't even go there," he threatened.

"Whatever, you guys, hop up on the bed."

They looked up.

"Um Doc?" Daniel asked.

"Yeah?"

"Look at us… look at the bed." Janet did so.

"Oh… oh!" She chuckled evilly. "Righty then, up you go." Sam grinned happily as Janet lifted her up, then a neutral Daniel, a grim Teal'c, and…

"Doc! Don't you dare!" the last scowled menacingly. She grinned and reached for the little colonel anyway. "Oh no you don't! You are not lifting me up there!" Jack moved out of her reach and took shelter behind a piece of equipment. His scowl grew.

Janet looked like she was having fun. "Oh colonel, come out, come out wherever you are," she called.

"Doc, you let me get on the bed myself."

"But you can't get on by yourself colonel."

"Wanta bet?"

"Sure."

"20 says I can do it."

Janet smiled again. "You're on, colonel."

"Will you give me free passage to the bed?"

"Yeah and if you miss, I get to pick you up?"

"Maybe."

"Better than nothing." Sam was rather amazed that the doctor was actually going to let Jack do this, he could hurt himself. But while Jack was getting warmed up, she flashed a quick grin to Hammond – who was chuckling at his little 2IC's antics, and to the rest of SG-1. Carter knew that Janet sure as hell wasn't going to let the colonel jump to the bed.

"Come on colonel; don't think you can make it?" Sam jeered playfully. He turned his stony glare to her. Unfazed, she smiled mildly.

"Ah Jack, come on! You can't fall, that's my job!" Daniel didn't bother to hold back, his face split open in a wide grin.

Instead of taking it as a jest, Jack used the comment to his advantage. "Exactly why I won't miss and you won't pick me up!"

"Whatever," the doctor shrugged.

"Okay… three, two… one!" Jack ran for it. Janet smiled as she stepped in his way; Jack saw it coming and ducked under her. The colonel ducked under the bed, grabbed the bedrail, and swung himself up and over the rail to land in the bed. They gaped as Jack sat innocently in the bed amongst his team members.

"Wow."