They reached the infirmary where Janet ran a batter of tests. Finallly after poking them with needles (blood tests, she called them) and testing their clausterphobia (or so-called MRIs), she hooked them both to EKG machines.

"Janet," Sam began. "How's Andrea? She called me the other night and said that Jose had broken up with her."

"She's doing as well as can be expected."

"In other words, she's having a pity party tonight with a group of her best girlfriends and there will be much male-bashing."

"Pretty much."

"Like the genie who offered to give a man a wish and he asked to become a million times smarter than any other man. And the genie turned him into a woman."

"That's one of Andrea's favorites, too." Janet said, chuckling.

"Doc, can we get this show on the road? I'm sure you ladies can male-bash some other time."

Janet turned and glared at Jack while the rest of the infirmary discarded their tastks to stare at the three. Cognizant of the audience they now had, Dr. Fraiser turned her attention to the EKG machines. SHe turned both on and watched the monitors. After a few moments, she grabbed her patients' files and began flipping through them. She stared at them with a horrified look on her face. "Lt. Kitchen, get General Hammond!" She ordered, urgently.

"What is it, Doctor?" The General asked, upon his arrival, unhappy about having about having been summoned to the sources of his confusion.

"Sir, here are printouts of both Captain Carter's and Colonel O'Neill's EKGs." She said, handing him the files.

"And?"

She walked over to the machines. "This is a representation of their current brain activity. Look familiar?"

"Why?"

"Because their readouts have completely switched- not even the slightest margin of error."

"So?" That just confirms that their consciences have been switched."

"With all due respect, sir, these readings do more than that. They also confirm that there is nothing we can do to reverse the change."

Sam and Jack looked at Janet, stunned looks on their faces.

General Hammond could feel a headache coming on. This was too much excitement to deal with on a Monday morning. "Captain Carter, Colonel O'Neill, try to act like each other until I figure out how the hell I'm gonna explain this to the President."

Sam and Jack then turned to look at each other, the stunned looks turning into an opportunity to size one another up.

"No problem, sir." Jack said, hopping off the bed.

"Yeah sure, ya betcha!" Sam responded, following her body out the door.

"Why do I get the feeling that we're in way over our heads?" Janet asked, watching them.

"Because that was too easy..." General Hammond confessed.

Andrea is a fictional mutual friend of Sam and Janet's! Sorry, I forgot that this story takes place right before "Singularity."