Sam awoke in the infirmary, the fluorescent lights beating her retinas mercilessly. "Agh!" She said, closing her eyes and bringing her hands up to her eyes much like her husband.

"Sam!" Janet said, coming over, chart in hand. "How are you feeling?"

"I think this is the worst headache I've ever experienced in my life."

Janet smiled appreciatively. "I can give you something for it, if you'd like."

"Please." She said, still refusing to look at the light.

"All right. It will be just a minute." She turned to leave before Sam opened her eyes. "Jack...where's Jack?"

Janet looked over at the bed to the left side of Sam's cot. "He's still unconscious."

"What?"

"I don't know what that device did, but...it did a doozey on both you and General O'Neill."

"Really?"

"Sam, you've been unconscious for about three days. Cassie's been watching Grace for you."

Sam shot out of bed. "THREE DAYS?"

Her head swam with dizziness, and she sank back onto the pillow, trying to regain some semblance of orientation. "Other than that, is she okay?"

Janet nodded. "Take it easy. You've been through a lot."

Sam sighed. "Take it easy...take it easy..."

"Sam, you've had an interesting year. Admit it. It takes time to bounce back from getting pregnant, from getting married, from having a baby...and on top of that, you almost lost your husband. Sam...I'm surprised that you're still able to do so much of this."

Sam's eyes drooped in sleep. "Yeah..."

"Get some rest." Janet admonished. "I'll keep watching General O'Neill."

--

He awoke, the dizziness and nausea still persistent since his injury. "Doc?" He asked, hoarsely.

"General...how're you feeling?"

"Like I'm going to throw up on the ceiling."

Janet smiled. "Well, sir, that seems to be the effects of the device that you were stranded in for those few moments on SG-1's mission."

"Sam okay?"

"She's fine. She has had the headache from you know where, but...she'll be just fine." Janet stepped closer. "Honestly, sir, you're the one I'm worried about. You were unconscious for a good five days...two days longer than Sam."

"And she's okay?"

"Yes, sir. She is. She wanted to be here, but Grace was at home and worried about you both."

"Grace...is she okay?"

"Yes, General. Now, get some rest. I'm going to call Sam, and...as long as neither of you over-do it, I don't see why she can't bring Grace over for a visit."

"Thanks, Doc."

She smiled. "You're welcome. Now...get some sleep."

He obeyed, almost afraid that to refuse would be something to regret. Besides, he was suddenly overwhelmed with a feeling of complete and utter exhaustion.

--

"Wow..." Daniel said, pouring over his notes.

"What is it?" He turned to find Sam and Grace standing in the doorway.

"Sam!"

She smiled. "Hey...what'd you find?"

"Well, apparently, Dionysus was a Queen goa'uld. Like Hathor."

"You're kidding." She said, the year-old Grace in her arms.

"No...that's what made the goa'uld bisexual. The host was attracted to females, but the symbiote needed the male..."

"I get the picture..."

"Yeah, anyway...I guess Dionysus was accidentally placed in a male host before the mistake was discovered, but for some reason, the goa'uld didn't want to be transferred...I suppose he- or rather, she- had some big experiment going on."

"What make you so sure about that?"

"Well...the text in the temple speaks about the Chosen ones. They were, well, they were treated like royalty. They were sent into Dionysus's chambers and came out...fruitful."

"You mean, pregnant."

"Well, I don't know exactly."

"You don't know?"

"Well, I mean...the text mentions that both male and female humans were 'chosen' and..."

"Men can't get pregnant."

"Yep."

She nodded. "Well, I was on my way to see Jack, wanna come with?"

"Sure. Just...just a minute."

"No problem."

--

They walked into the infirmary, where they found Jack lying on his back, in as grumpy a mood as ever. "Doc! I'm fine! Just let me out of here!"

"General, I don't want to hear another word from you. You are still somewhat anemic, and I want to keep you in here for observation."

"Anemic? That's Sam! I'm never anemic! You sure you don't have our records switched?"

"I'm sure, General!"

"I have a base to run! I can't be in here!"

"Well, then you have a problem because I'm not letting you out of here!"

"Da-ee!" Grace said, arms outstretched as she caught sight of Jack. Janet gave a grateful smile to Sam, who had just walked in with Daniel and Grace.

"You play dirty!" Jack said, glaring at Janet. She walked away, shrugging. After taking a deep breath, Jack opened his arms, a clear sign to the toddler that she was needed to fill them. She tried to squirm out of Sam's arms, practically leaping from her mother to her father.

"And how's Daddy's little princess?" Jack asked, one finger on her tummy.

She giggled in response before throwing her arms around her father's neck. She nuzzled into his neck before pulling away and giving him a wet sloppy kiss.

Jack chuckled. "That's my big girl!"

Sam smiled at the exchange. There was no questioning that Grace was Daddy's little girl. She had been practically since the day she'd been conceived. After all, thelittle girl had waited to be born until her father had been revivedfrom his cryogenic stasis after saving the planet. But the fact that he was so good with her hadn't hurt her adoration for him.

"How're you feeling?" Sam asked after Jack got Grace settled in the crook of his arm against his side.

"Good, now that you're here. Of course, I'd be better if I could LEAVE." He said, loudly enough for Janet to hear.

She pulled back the curtain quickly. "No, sir. You're still experiencing the effects of the device. Now, you can protest all you want, but it will do absolutely no good. You are staying in that bed until I tell you that you can leave."

Grace looked up at the doctor, her eyes wide with surprise. "Da-ee tuble?"

"Daddy's not in trouble, sweetheart." Sam said, soothingly. "He's being grumpy and Aunt Janet's telling him to stop throwing a tantrum. Just like Mommy does to you."

She turned to look at her father. "You time-out!" She exclaimed, seriously.

The adults all chuckled, and Jack hugged the little girl close. It felt so good to have this little one around. It gave him a sense of youthful vitality that he hadn't experienced since Charlie.

That was why he had wanted to ask Sam about having another baby...a planned new arrival to their family. He yawned, suddenly overcome by a sense of extreme exhaustion.

"Okay, everybody out!" Janet said, watching the General's behavior.

"But I was about to..." Daniel began.

"You too, Daniel." She said, firmly.

"Okay."

Sam walked over and kissed Jack softly. "Hey...get better, all right?"

Jack nodded, his eyes drooping in sleep as Sam picked up Grace. "Say good-bye to Daddy. We have to go home now."

She threw her arms around his neck. "No! Mommy!"

Sam took a deep breath and pried the little fingers from around Jack's neck. By now, he was snoring soundly. "Daddy has to take a nap, and so does Gracie."

She pouted. "Bye-bye Da-ee!"

He managed to mumble a response. Sam mentally thought to ask Janet what sedatives she had placed Jack on. They seemed to be rather powerful ones as it was incredibly uncharacteristic of Jack to fall asleep in the middle of a conversation.