Sorry about the typo's, I typed this up during my computer lab between hiding my activities from the prof. and actually doing the class work. For whatever reason these labs don't have spell check installed (I didn't realize installing spell check was an option) so I apologize for any and all errors.

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"Hey Sam." Daniel said as he practically bounded into the infirmary. "How are you this fine morning?"

"I think the real question is who are you and what did you do with the real Daniel?" Sam eyed him saspishishly. "You're never this happy at 0800."

"Oh you know. Little things make a man happy."

"Get another batch of Columbian Roast?"

"Oh yea!"

"Daniel you know you shouldn't drink so much coffee." Janet said with a forced smile as she entered the room. "How are you feeling Sam?"

"I'm fine Janet."

"No pain?" Janet asked as she read Sam's chart.

"Maybe one."

Janet listened to Sam's chest, checked her pulse and wrote a few things on the chart. Daniel frowned at Janet's quiet exam. Usually she had a much better bed side manner, specially when it came to Sam.

"The x-ray showed everything has healed up nicely." Janet placed her hand in Sam's. "I need you to squeeze as hard as you can."

"Janet I don't want to hurt you."

"Sam you just had the cast cut off five minutes ago. I need to get an idea of how you are doing so I know what to tell the PT."

"Janet I don't need. . ."

"Just squeeze."

Sam frowned. Janet had been distant and somewhat cold toward her the last couple of days, this was the last straw. Before she cold think better of it Sam clamped down on Janet's hand making sure to stop just short of breaking bones, then quickly released. Janet screamed and jerked her hand back. She stood there, looking at her and in shock, then at Sam.

Sam's face fell when she saw the fear and shock on her friend's face just before she turned and left the room.

"Janet wait!" Sam called to her friend's quickly retreating form. "Damn it!"

Daniel was shocked at what he'd seen. He was torn between trying to sneak out and to ask Sam what the hell just happened. His decision was made for him when he noticed Sam was crying.

"Sam?" He asked tentatively.

"Daniel!" Sam jerked her head up, not believing she forgot her was there.

"What happened? What's going on with you two?"

"She hates me."

"Janet could never hate you."

"She saw the tapes—and you saw! She's been so distant, cold even, she doesn't stay and talk anymore, she just asks her questions and leaves. She found out what I really am and she can't stand it." Sam looked at the door. "And now she's afraid of me."

"She knows you didn't mean. . ."

"I did. I was angry, she wasn't listening, I just. . ." Sam curled up in a ball facing away from Daniel. "Go Daniel, before I hurt you too."

"Sam."

"Just go."

"Alright, for now." Daniel placed his hand on Sam's arm and gave it a squeeze. "But I'll be back."

Getting no reply he turned and left heading out to find Janet. He found her sitting in her office staring blankly at her hands resting in her lap.

"Hey." Daniel said quietly, trying not to startle her. When she looked up he saw her eyes were red and glossy. "You okay?"

"I'm fine. It's nothing."

"Janet I was there."

"It's fine Daniel, really."

"She didn't break anything did she?"

"No." Janet's voice was distant as she flexed her fingers, as if she was making sure everything was intact.

"She thinks you hate her." Daniel blurted out.

"What!" Janet's head snapped up.

"She said you've been-distant-since you saw the tapes. She thinks you hate her because you know what she really is."

"I don't hate her."

"Then what?" Daniel pushed.

"It's nothing."

"I saw you Janet. I saw you treat your best friend like a total stranger. I've never seen you treat anyone like that, not even Jack."

"I just." Janet tried to come up with an excuse but couldn't. "I have some things I need to work through. I wish I could say it didn't have anything to do with Sam and those tapes because it does. Not the way she thinks, I don't hate her, I could never hate her, especially over something she has no control over."

"You need to tell her that."

"I can't. Not right now."

"She's terrified she scared you away."

"I guess I need to learn to listen to her." Janet flexed her hand again. "But she really shouldn't have been able to do that. Not after just coming out of the cast."

"After all you've seen? Hell, I wouldn't be surprised if she could fly." Daniel chuckled trying to lighten the mood a bit. He sobered quickly when he say it wasn't working. "Seriously though, you need to talk to her. At least let her know you don't hate her."

"I. . .I will Daniel. In a few minutes."

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Janet stopped in the entrance of Sam's room. Sam was curled up with her back to the door, she wasn't moving but Janet knew she was awake. Taking a shaky breath she entered the room. Pausing next to the ed before gently lowering herself to the empty space next to Sam. She sat there for a second, hoping Sam would say something. When she didn't even move Janet gathered her thoughts and prayed she wasn't about to ruin their friendship.

"You're right, I am afraid." Janet could see the tension increase in her friend. "But no like you think, I'm not afraid of you, and I could never hate you."

Janet waited for Sam to say something, waited for her to even acknowledge she was there. "I'm sorry. Sam please, I know I've been distant but you have to believe it wasn't because of you." Janet paused, this was harder then she thought. She wanted to make Sam understand, to apologize without telling her everything, but she could see Sam needed more. "I don't hate you Sam. I hate me."

That got Sam's attention. She rolled over, her eyes red, puffy, and questioning. Janet closed her eyes and took a deep, trembling breath.

"As I watched those tapes I was horrified by what they did, but there was this small part of me that was amazed, that wanted to know more. I sat there and watched unspeakable horrors and I found myself wishing I had the actual data." Janet opened her eyes and waited. She waited for Sam to yell, scream, tell her she never wanted to see her again, anything other then the blank expression she had now. The one Janet had seen her wear many times when she was keeping her emotions in check, when she let the 'major' take over and snuff out the pain she was feeling. Janet couldn't take it any longer and bolted for the door with a half muttered "I'm sorry."

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Right now that you're hear, I'd like to say I don't know if I'll be posting anymore to this story. People seem to have lost interest in it.