Janet put her hand out to stop Sam before she ran into the infirmary. "I was just coming to see you. You're not supposed to leave your room."

"Janet! Is he? . . ."

"Bruised ribs, two cracked. His right arm will be in a sling for a while. Contusions on his legs, concussion. All in all he's very lucky, as usual. He'll be laid up for a day or two, then very restricted duty for a few weeks, depending on his ability to heal."

"Thank god, I mean, that he's okay."

"I know. He asked about you. I told him you were feeling better."

"Can I see him?"

Large brown eyes pinned hers. "Are you serious?"

"Janet, please . . . "

"Sam, I can't let you in. Not after your last fever spike . . . "

"I'll just peek!"

". . .and Daniel needs his rest! Now Sam, usually you're not a difficult patient, so don't start."

"I know, but . . . "

"I swear to god, Sam, if you say one more word I'll send you home. Now take this medicine and get back to your room. You still have your laptop?"

Sam nodded and downed the pills handed to her.

"Then use it. In bed only. And I better catch you napping, now that Daniel's safe."

"With due respect, this sucks."

"With due respect, I don't care." But Janet gave her friend a rub on the arm, her expression showing sympathy to Sam's plight. She sighed and gestured to a couple of folding chairs that sat in the hall right outside the door, for those who wanted to be nearby in case of an emergency. "Sit." Sam did so, her large eyed framing her curiosity.

Janet chewed her bottom lip in thought, then slowly pulled her chair beside her friend, and rested a hand on her knee as she leaned in. "I know this has been hard for you," she said firmly, yet gently, "but you have to realize something. You can't solve everything."

"I beg your pardon?" Sam asked with a puzzled smile.

"I know you've been on that laptop at all hours, and it's affecting your own health. You would have healed more quickly if you had let yourself. Now when you first fell ill, what were you trying to do?"

"I was calibrating the neutron . . ."

"You were working."

"Well, yeah! SG7 needed a flux field . . ."

"You were working Sam, doing something that another person could have done. But you had to be the one to show that you weren't incapacitated, and what happened? You relapsed."

"They needed . . ."

"Someone else could have done that."

"It was an emergency!" Sam's eyes narrowed. "I have a responsibility, and they're my friends, Janet! Daniel is my friend! Do you like another doctor performing on one of us when we're severely injured?"

"That's not the same . . ."

"It's exactly the same! And don't act like you've had any sleep lately either."

Janet sighed and sat back. "All right, then." She wasn't happy, knowing she had been cornered. "But you see my point."

"I'll be more careful."

"I'll hold you to that." Janet stood and smoothed down her lab coat. "I'll have Daniel ring your room when he's able, how's that?"

"I'd like that." Sam offered a smile and stood, then reached out. "Janet? You're right, and I know you're right." She gave a half shrug in apology.

Janet nodded and watched as Sam reluctantly let herself back into her quarantine. She'd be out in another day, provided she allowed herself rest. She knew her friend had been working at a near frantic pace, ever since the suspicion that the Tekani purposefully caused the cave-in was voiced. She wanted a reason, she wanted something concrete to present as her contribution to the situation other than a report saying her fever was down and her bowels were back to normal.

She could be as tenacious as Daniel about work and those she cared about. They were all like that. Didn't make her job any easier. And so she wasn't surprised to walk back into the infirmary to see Daniel frowning over a small chessboard that had been place on the small silver tray. And where there was chess, there was Jack . . . "Colonel? What is this?"

Jack's head snapped up, surprised, as did Daniel's. "Chess?"

They would be the death of her, this team. "This man is suffering from a concussion and dizziness and here you sit forcing him to concentrate when he should be resting!" She was a broken record, nothing more.

"Daniel heals faster when his mind is occupied," Jack said pointedly, and turned back to the chess set.

Oh HELL no. He did not just . . . "Up, Colonel. Now." Janet pulled Jack by the collar and forced him to stand. "And take this board with you."

"Come on, this is the only time I can beat him!" Jack was whining, but it was all in fun.

"I'm tired of arguing with you people! Now get OUT!" Janet pointed to her door, her diminutive stance threatening. Jack merely gave a nod and glanced at his friend on the bed, gestured toward him with the chess set, and walked out without another word.

Daniel was trying his hardest not to smile. The look Janet gave him helped a lot.

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Daniel was released two days later, and allowed to return to his home. A quick search showed his pantry bare, which meant a grocery store trip. He loathed any sort of shopping, barring antiques, but at least he was alive to loathe it.

Daniel had his small green grocer's basket filled with vegetables, frozen burritos, and soups, a nice mix of eating healthy and indulgence. He wanted ice cream, but doubted it would survive the bus trip home from the store. Damn the sling. He turned and walked into Jack. "What the – what are you doing here?"

"Following you. Why didn't you ask for a ride?"

"I couldn't find you, I thought you'd already left."

"I was caught in a meeting," Jack sulked, and took the basket, proceeding to shuffle though the contents. He raised his eyebrows at the can of spaghetti-o's.

Daniel regarded him evenly.

"Tell you what. Come over, I'll throw a steak on the grill. I'll even cut it into little pieces for you."

Daniel eyed the basket. "That sounds good, actually, but . . ."

"Course it does." Jack set the basket aside and took Daniel by his good arm, dragging him though the aisles. "And while we eat, you can fill me in on events."

"Events?" Daniel was trying to avoid the glare of the cashier who had seen them leave the full basket behind.

"You know, the shrimp people, the cave in, what you found that pissed these fish off. "

"Jack, they're more like arthropods in nature, so. . ."

"I mean I want to know what happened, and don't give me any of your damned dismissive scientific babble." This drew Daniel up short as they stopped before Jack's truck.

"Babble?"

"You know what I mean, Daniel." Jack rested his elbows on the roof. His keys dangled lightly from his hand. "You have no idea how pissed everyone was when we heard what had happened."

"Jack, it's all in the report."

"And I want to hear it from you." I want to know you weren't as scared as you looked down there.

Daniel shot him a disgruntled look over the roof as he opened his door. "I still need groceries." They slid in, cranked up, and pulled out.