The next morning Sam sat up groggily, her legs numb from sleeping in the chair next to Jack's bed. His fingers had turned and were entwined with hers. She sat up and looked at him to see if he looked more relaxed than he had yesterday which he did, but that could be the sedatives he was on. Daniel was slumped against the wall. Asleep.

Carolyn came in half an hour later and checked his monitor. "I'm going to slowly lower the sedative and we'll see if bringing him out slowly will alarm him less."

"Not to mention the staff" Sam said, yawning.

Carolyn smirked. "When I have to treat my own staff for injuries sustained restraining a man who shouldn't be in any condition to walk let alone attack two men who outweigh him…"

"Jack's tougher than he looks." Daniel said sleepily as he sat up from the wall he was holding up.

"Apparently." Carolyn said dryly which made Sam chuckle. "Let's see how bringing him out more slowly works."

"It can't go worse, right?" Daniel asked.

Carolyn shrugged. "I try not to make assumptions." And made eye contact with Sam who shared her amusement. While Jack had lost his shit, it amused both of them that he'd taken down a couple guys half his age while severely injured.

"Where am I?" Jack said, groggily.

Sam looked up from her paperwork and blinked at him. She hadn't been chatting at him for the last couple hours, not wanting to disorient him further as he came out of it. She got up and went to his bedside. They had taken his restraints off while he was out and Sam hoped he didn't remember them tying him down.

"You're in the infirmary sir." She told him as she gently took his hand. "How are you feeling?"

"Uh… kind of sore. What happened?"

"You tried to mop the floor with a couple AFs sir." She said with an amused smile.

"Did I win?"

She chuckled. "You almost got away, yes."

"Well that's something." He said with a grin and looked at her perplexed.

"What's wrong?" She asked him.

"I… I know your voice. I know you. Don't I?"

Sam's face slowly fell as she realized what he was saying. "You don't know my name?"

"No. I… I know I'm supposed to." His brows drew together. "I know you. Better than anyone." He said perplexed. "Are we married?"

Sam closed her eyes and shook her head. "No sir. I'm not your wife." She carefully masked the pain in her voice and hoped he didn't notice it.

"I don't understand. I can see… flashes… of your smile. Your eyes." He told her, his face clouded with confusion.

"I'm sure it will come to you sir. You were badly injured. Some confusion is understandable."

Jack plopped his head back on the pillow. He stared up at the ceiling for a moment then got a worried look on his face.

"What's wrong?"

"I can't remember my name." he told her with a sick look on his face. His fingers wrapped almost desperately around her own.

"It's ok sir. Everything is going to be all right."

"So we're going to keep him under observation for now. The MRI shows the swelling is going down to almost normal fluid levels so currently all we can do is wait and see. If his memory starts to come back over the next few weeks then he should fully recuperate with time. Physically his other injuries will heal fine." Carolyn was telling Hammond over the speaker phone.

"I may be alarming you Dr. Lam, but Jack O'Neill is not known for being a complacent patient under the best circumstances."

"I concur." Teal'c told him.

"Sir, Sam and I came up with a plan on how to handle that actually. Jack is just going to cause trouble if we make him stay on base so we thought while he recovers the three of us, Sam, Teal'c and I could rotate shifts keeping an eye on him."

"How would that work logistically Dr. Jackson?"

"Well, we'd, ah, take turns staying at his house and bring him to the base during the day."

"You can't let him wander around base Daniel." George told Daniel firmly.

"We weren't planning to Sir." Sam told him. "He'd stay with one of us at all times. He's going to need to be here for his physical therapy and sessions with Dr. Heightmeyer anyway. It's not like he can go to a regular analyst considering what he might remember randomly and not know is classified." She said.

"Better Kate. Even without his memories I think Jack is going to remember how much he hates MacKenzie." Daniel said.

Sam smirked. "Can you blame him?"

"Did I miss something?" Carolyn asked.

"O'Neill's first experience with Doctor MacKenzie was… unpleasant." Teal'c informed her.

"He hypnotized Sam to help her remember what really happened to me on Oannes and it was pretty traumatic."

"Had he not been occupied with calming Colonel Carter, who had been hysterical, it is very likely O'Neill would have harmed Dr. MacKenzie for. causing her distress." Teal'c supplied.

Carolyn looked at Sam who shrugged. "Nem wanted to know what happened to his wife so he kidnapped Daniel and convinced us all that he'd been burned alive so we wouldn't go back."

"That's awful." Carolyn said, horrified.

"While they proved effective, O'Neill was extremely distressed by Dr. MacKenzie's methods of memory retrieval."

"So not the best choice to deal with his current memory loss. Gotcha."

"Nooo…" Sam said "That would be a very, very bad idea."

"All right people, if you have this handled, keep me appraised of any improvement and progress he makes." Hammond told them.

"We will sir."

"Colonel Carter, you have my private number still?"

"Yes sir."

"Good. If you need me for any reason, I can be reached on that number at all times."

Sam understood what he was telling her. That was his personal cell number. If she needed to vent her frustrations or even cry out her worry to him, he was there, no questions asked. "Thank you sir." She told him, keeping her tone carefully neutral.