Author's Notes: ... writing 'notes' here because it seemed appropriate, but really I have nothing of any consequence to say... except to thank you all for reading, and thanks even more to those of you who took the time to review. :)

Walking quickly, Jack moved up to the nearest admin. desk he could find. "Excuse me." He leaned over and spoke to the woman sitting there. "I got a call about Daniel Jackson."

"Alright Sir." She answered. "If you could just give me a moment, I'll find out what he's here for and where he is." She began looking through a large spiral-bound book, but before she could give any answers, a man who looked way too young to be a doctor approached.

"You're here for Daniel Jackson?" he asked. "You're Jack O'Neill?"

"Yes."

"I'm Dr. Langer. I was here when Daniel came in. Are you his father?" Off of Jack's look, he quickly amended, "Brother. Are you his brother?"

"No." Jack replied a little tersely. "I'm a friend."

"I'm sorry" Dr. Langer quickly said. "We asked Mr. Jackson if there was any family we could contact. He named you, so I assumed…"

"Where is he?" Jack asked impatiently.

"Oh!" Langer exclaimed, as if just remembering the reason he was talking to Jack. "He's in with a police officer now."

"A police officer? What happened?"

Dr. Langer crossed his arms in a jovial manner. "As far as I can tell, Mr. Jackson is a bit of a hero."

"Oh, for crying out –" Jack ran a hand through his hair. "What did he do?"

Brow furrowed in confusion with such a response, Dr. Langer paused a moment. "Well… Daniel was shot during –"

Jack sighed. "Of course he was."

"Yes…" Langer was clearly uncomfortable and confused. "Uh, he saved a young woman –"

"Of course he did." Jack interrupted again.

"From a… a mugging, I believe." The doctor finished, then redirected."Mr. O'Neill, can I ask, does Daniel have any family we can contact?"

"Family? Not exactly."

"And how is it that you know him?" Langer sounded a little suspicious.

"I'm a friend."

Well, as his friend, I should tell you that we're a bit concerned about his lack of medical records. He's not in the system at all, and from… well, in our physical examination, there were a number of odd scars and –"

Jack bounced on the balls of his feet. "Yes. Well, Mr. Jackson, Dr. Jackson, actually, is an archaeologist. He's spent most of his life... out of this country."

Dr. Langer's mouth rounded in an 'o' and he gave an exaggerated nod. "And that would account for the lack of medical records."

Jack shoved his hands in his pockets and nodded, pleased with his excuse. "You know how some of those other countries can be about that kind of thing."

"Sure." Langer was now convinced. "I have to tell you though, we're still concerned that there seem to be a number of abnormalities – we'd like to keep mister, uh, Dr. Jackson here to run a few more tests, but he won't consent. I was hoping you might be willing to talk to him… convince him to stay."

"Look, doc, I appreciate your concern." Jack began leading the young man down the hallway, "I'm sure Daniel does too, but how about you just take me to see him?"

"Um…. Right." Langer replied, trailing behind. "If you'll follow me."

"So… Dr. Langer." Queried Jack, still leading. "Intern?"

"Yes, actually."

"Never would've guessed."

I always wondered what would happen in SG1 ended up being treated by any non-SGC healthcare worker. They all have to have some wonky alien stufffloating aroundin them, right? It kind of tickled me to have a situation where someone would start asking questions.

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