A/N: OMG! I'm sooooooooo sorry about the immensely long wait! let me just tell you that three (massive)project due within a week of each other, procastination, real life, coupled with a massive attack of writer's block is not a good thing. this is my reason, i hope to get more out to all of you!

They all arrived in Hammond's office at the appropriate time. They were none to surprised to see Frasier standing either. She had arrived on the scene to see that SG-1 didn't over-use or abuse these "new" bodies. She was there to ask the same of Hammond. She waited patiently, tapping her foot to keep her busy. All of SG-1 arrived before their commanding officer. And Frasier was wondering where the heck he was when she had specifically asked him to stay put.

Of course, men never listen…

"Hey doc," came the little voice. She bit her lip to hold in a smile.

"Hey colonel, Jack."

"You can't call me that!" he protested angrily. He wasn't going to take that! He still had his rank, despite his size.

She smiled deviously. "Hammond gave me permission." Jack pointedly glared at her. He resigned, realizing he couldn't do much, with a deep sigh.

"I should come over there and start beating on you doc. Power monger…"

"I prefer needle-wielder."

Jack humphed. Then Hammond came waltzing through the door, slightly out of breath. The doctor rounded on him and SG-1 knew he was in deep shit.

"Where have you been sir?"

"That's no matt-"

"It is when it concerns my patient."

Hammond scowled. "Talking to a Marine, then I sped off down here…" He trailed off, that was the wrong thing to say.

"You actually ran!"

"No I-"

"I said take it easy sir!"

"I-"

"No, you weren't." She rounded on all of them suddenly. "Don't any of you know what a break is?" Jack raised his hand.

"I do. It's fishing in my pond that-"

"Has no fish," Teal'c, Carter, and Daniel finished for him.

"Right."

"I do."

"Don't go there Danny boy, you have no clue."

"I know what it is, it doesn't mean I take any." He grinned proudly. Jack scowled at him. Frasier and Hammond, amused, watched the proceedings below them.

"Anyway," Frasier continued to the 'kids.' "You are not to work overtime, have beer… colonel, or have coffee."

"WHAT!"

OOOOOOOOOO

"Apple juice, I can't believe she actually said 'Apple juice is strong enough.' I mean, how the hell am I going to wake up!"

"Are you kidding Jack, I feel your pain. I'm a bigger coffeeholic than you are."

"No you're- yes you are. You drowned it in the first time we met. When you were deciphering the gate there?" Daniel nodded in remembrance.

"Good times then," he countered sarcastically.

"Not really."

"No, you're right, I was picked on… oh, no, right. Sorry Jack."

"Hey, what?"

"Nothing." A sear of pain flashed across Daniel's head.

"I can't decipher the gate without this last symbol and… I can't find it. It's not part of the cartouche…" "Geek." "You're never gonna get us home."

" AHHHHHH JAAAAAAACK!"

"For the love of…"

"I knew you could do it the whole time."

"Sure Feretti."

"Daniel, moonshine!"

The pain passed as did the memory. Daniel smiled at the last and rubbed his head. Being around Jack, Sam, and Teal'c the last seven years had made him rather resistant to pain. Still, he rubbed it like a headache.

"Ooh… Tylenol… I'm sorry I ever doubted you," he moaned.

"What's up Daniel?"

"Nothing Sam, just a massive headache."

"Nuke sized?"

"Naquada enhanced."

"Ooh…"

Hammond, who was driving, smiled at the light banter. Despite the circumstance, his SG-1 was still about the same.

Jack's house was the destination for the team and Hammond. Hammond was to stay with them in case of emergency or driving matters. They were to stay with Hammond in case of a relapse… or something. They unloaded the car and Jack opened his house for business.