Xander did not like his options at the moment. There were only so many routes to go down right now. And none of those paths lead to a destination he wanted to travel. He could just clam up, as it were. Though, he was fairly certain that would not bode well for his diminishing hope of freedom.

He could tell them about Vampires and Demons, yet say nothing that would compromise his friends. At first glance that seemed like the best route to go down. Though it would have some drawbacks. There was the chance, however slight, that he would wind up being placed in some padded room with all the other 'crazies.' However, judging from the actual question that was asked, he didn't think the chance of them believing him to be completely insane to be that great a risk.

The main problem would arise when they started to do research into whatever he decides to tell them. Anything involving Demons and the government would ultimately lead to the Initiative, or at least some aspects of it. And from there you have a whole new Government entity interested in 'his girls.' And that was simply unacceptable.

It was a shame he couldn't get in contact with Riley. He would probably be the best able to get out of this predicament while keeping his friends confidential. Sadly, any contact information he had was back in SunnyD. And again, there was no way he was leading anyone in the government to his friends.

Suddenly, confessing about Vampires and Demons did not seem like the path he wanted to go down. However, thinking about confidentiality brought his attention to two folders resting on the table next to his bed.

"What are these?"

Jack looked a little put off that his question wasn't being answered. Then again, he wasn't expecting this to be an easy interrogation to begin with. Well, this kid wasn't supposed to be treated like a hostile prisoner. So, he supposed that his best choice would be to answer as truthful as possible. Well, truthful within reason, of course.

"Those files pertain to you."

'Well…one of those has to deal with the Initiative. My bet is on the really thin red one that looks like one of those 'For Your-Eyes-Only' types. And since they genuinely don't seem to know about the night life, my guess is that its classified.' He looked at the expression that Jack was giving him. 'Yet something tells me that, even if it is true, my life did not just become any less complicated.' He sighed inwardly for the path he was about to travel.

"Then I would assume you know that any information on that is classified." Oh yeah, there was that dark expression that he knew was coming.

'For cryin' out loud. Fine, I guess its time to play hardball. Let's just hope I remember to keep the 'kid gloves' on.' A stray thought came to him. 'He helped Carter out when she needed it. Perhaps I can use that to pry some information loose.'

"Look kid, whatever it was attacked a member of MY team. I won't stand for it to remain an unknown." He stared down into Xander's eyes, trying to convey his seriousness. "It attacked her, and by extension myself and every member of my team. We aren't the aggressor here, it was."

'He's trying to protect his own. Have to respect that. Though I wonder what type of team they are. Two Air Force personnel and two civilians.' He shook that thought off. 'But I have my own people to protect.' And he was not going to let them down.

Colonel O'Neill though he was getting through to the kid. There seemed to be understanding in his eyes. And he was consistently nodding his head slightly in agreement. So the kid's response was somewhat shocking and very disappointing.

"I'm sorry Colonel. I really am. But I can't," The kid seemed to reflect inward for a brief moment. He changed tactics. Deciding that pressing too hardly would only make his situation that much worse, he continued. "I won't give out this information." He looked up at the Colonel, almost pleading for him to understand. "Not yet."

However, the Colonel was not having any of that. And immediately went for a more aggressive tactic.

He spoke with a sharp and aggressive tone. "Look kid, this isn't some idle curiosity here." He looked back at Major Carter. "She was attacked and we demand answers. How long do you want to stay here until we get answers?"

Xander closed his eyes and groaned internally. This was not the direction that he wanted to go. He needed to defuse the current direction the 'conversation' was heading. And when in doubt, the old tactics seemed to work the best. And there was nothing he did better in such a situation than use humor. Well, some would call it humor.

"Ah man, and there isn't even a TV in here." He tried to give a sincere horrified expression before whining. "I'm going to miss The Simpsons tonight!"

That actually got a snicker from the peanut gallery in the back. He looked at the Colonel who was trying his hardest not to grin, or perhaps smirk. He wasn't entirely sure. Suddenly he figured this would be the best place to stop this conversation. Perhaps he could regroup and give himself some time to think. He looked back at the peanut gallery and could tell that both the Major and Dr. Jackson both wanted in on the conversation. Murray, on the other hand, may has well have been watching paint dry. 'Reminder to self. Self, do NOT play poker against that man.'

Wanting to get this done sooner rather than later, he gave a slight groan and looked back at the Colonel.

"My head is killing me. Give me some time. I'm sure we'll have this conversation again later." When he wasn't getting the reaction he wanted from the Colonel, he quickly turned his attention to the Doctor who was still standing by his side.

Realizing that her patient was most likely in some amount of pain, she quickly took control of the situation. She shooed out a protesting Jack. The rest of SG-1 followed, somewhat hesitantly.

After getting them out she fussed over her patient for a short while and tried to make him as comfortable as possible, since he wouldn't accept any pain medication. Not that she could blame him. She quickly left the room giving the guard posted at the door instructions to observe her patient while he rested.

He nodded his assent and took up his position. She quickly made her way to her daughter figuring that Cassie must be going crazy in this place all by herself. She sighed to herself as she got to her room only to find her daughter already asleep. 'We can all use some sleep.'

Inside the medical wing was just one patient. And he was someone that wouldn't be getting any sleep in the immediate future.