Here is the more serious ending, what do ya think?


When we last left our heroes, Daniel was in shock from witnessing the passionate kiss between Sam and her CO...

Daniel's eyes were wide with horrified fascination as Jack stepped away from Carter and nervously ran a hand through his hair.

"Jack, what's going on?" Daniel asked, hoping someone would explain the situation.

"Uh…" For once, the sarcastic colonel was at a loss for words.

Carter gave a small moan and suddenly slipped to the floor. Daniel stepped in and caught her before she hit the floor, and lowered her safely down.

"She's unconscious." Daniel said, his fear and puzzlement replaced with concern. "We'd better get her to the infirmary right away."

Jack leaned over her and checked her pulse. "Steady. You stay here and I'll go get the medics." He walked quickly to the door and glanced back with a mischievous twinkle in his eye. "Guess O'Neill has still got it." He remarked with a slight grin before he disappeared out the door.

Daniel couldn't help but grin. Only Jack O'Neill could find something humorous in this situation. He turned his attention to the unconscious woman in his arms. She was a beautiful woman, but she was Sam, not somebody to get romantically involved with! And then there was her and Jack…

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After several tests, Dr, Frasier determined that somehow a chemical from the unknown compound must have gotten on Carter's skin as she cleaned up the lab, and caused her hormones to fluctuate drastically. Though she didn't mention it to SG-1, Janet had confided her suspicions that Linnea might have left it behind as a booby-trap to General Hammond. He agreed with her assessment, but decided to let his flagship team recover for a few days before telling them the news.

When Sam woke up in the infirmary, she had only a hazy recollection of her actions, but apologized profusely to Daniel about the discomfort she had caused him.

"Don't worry about it. I'm just glad it didn't have anything to do with the Goa'uld."

Sam smiled. "So we're still friends then?"

Daniel stared in shock. "Of course! I would never let something like this-"

Sam interrupted him with an impish grin. "So you don't want to sleep with me." Daniel started to protest but then realized she was teasing him.

"Don't ever do that again." He warned her, though he couldn't help but smile.

Just then Janet came in. "Sorry Daniel, but visiting hours are over. She'll be out of here tomorrow, and then you guys can chat all you want."

"Okay." Daniel leaned over and gave Sam a quick kiss on the cheek. "See you tomorrow Sam, sleep well."

Sam said goodnight and closed her eyes, more than happy to comply. It'd been a very confusing day.

Later that night, Jack O'Neill crept in and sat by the bed where Sam lay fast asleep. Not saying anything, not waiting for her to wake up. Just sitting there, watching her sleep. He had a lot to think about. He stared at the soft lips which had kissed his own earlier, now parted in quiet slumber. Sam's hair lay spread out on the pillow beneath her head, and he remembered its texture in his hand.

He stayed there, lost in thought, until the morning shift began to show up for duty. Then he stood up, looked at the sleeping form on the bed one last time, and left the ward.

Fin