It took two days for Jack to get comfortable in this position and then they moved him onto his back again. This time he took Dolores up on the pain shot. It didn't keep him from totally feeling the pain of the movement, it just dulled it somewhat. Afterward they bathed him and brought him an electric razor.

Just as Jack finished shaving a familiar voice came from the doorway.

"Is this a bad time?"

"Daniel?"

There stood both Daniel Jackson, and Teal'c.

"And Teal'c," Daniel said pointing to the well muscled dark skinned man beside him.

"We heard you had a fender bender."

"You could say that," Jack answered dryly.

"Hi Sam," Daniel said to her.

"Hi Daniel, glad you came."

"Glad you called and told me."

"I too am glad you informed us of O'Neill's condition. On Chulack it is common for the entire family to gather when one member is injured or sick to pray and perform rituals of healing."

"You guys are as close to a family as I have anymore," Jack said, "but be fore warned, I'm not easy to be around sometimes."

"And how does this differ from normal?" Daniel asked him with a puzzled look on his face.

"Very funny."

"He's not kidding," Sam put in, "He's a little intense at times." This statement earned Jack a couple of strange looks from his friends.

"Oh!" Daniel said quickly," these are for you, we thought they would be more appropriate than flowers."

He handed a bundle of tootsie pop suckers and a box of chocolate candy to Jack.

"You know what I like," Jack said with a grin.

It seemed a visit with Daniel and Teal'c was just what Jack needed. His mood was improved and everyone commented on it. Even Dolores who Jack had teasingly began to call 'Nurse Ratchet' she took it in stride occasionally calling him Jack-ass in return, marveled at the change in his mood.

Sam would spend her nights at the hospital, never leaving his side, while Daniel and Teal'c would go to Jack's house at night to rest. Keeping him occupied was a job the three people could manage ok. They spent days playing cards, or laughing over Jack's favorite episodes of the Simpsons.

One evening as they were sitting around just talking, Doctor Compton entered.

"How are you, Jack?"

"Oh, I'm hanging in there so far," Jack gave his standard answer.

"How would you like us to put your hip back in place in the morning?"

"How bad is it going to hurt?"

"You'll be asleep, then you'll be sore for a few days, but as well as things have been going I don't see why you can't go home in a day or two."

Jack looked stunned.

"You'll be using a wheelchair for a while yet, and you'll start your therapy almost as soon as you are out, but you can go home."

"That sounds great, Doc, really great."

Doctor Compton checked his legs for any sign of infection before saying goodnight.

"Home, that is if you guys haven't destroyed my house with some wild party," Jack groused good naturedly

"No, we're planning that for when you get out of here," Daniel piped up.

"Really? With pizza and beer?" he looked hopeful.

"With anything you want," Sam said.

He gave her a sidelong, meaningful glance that made her blush slightly as Daniel chuckled and Teal'c smiled.

"I am so ready to go home," Jack said.

"Looking forward to therapy?" Daniel asked.

"Looking forward to a tax audit?" he quipped back.

"I just meant were you looking forward to getting started on therapy. It's going to take a while for you to be walking on your own again, isn't it?"

"I don't know yet, guess I'll know once I get started, just getting out of here will be a little slice of heaven,"

"What are you looking forward to most?" Sam asked him.

"Just going home. Maybe a good meal. Definitely sleeping in my own bed."

"Anything I can cook that you'd like to have for a meal?" she asked.

"Your chili. Make a big pot of your chili."

"You got it."

They called it an early night, all of them a little excited for Jack. He was in the most upbeat mood they had seen since the accident. Jack himself had trouble sleeping for the same reason. He finally asked for something to help him sleep, just so he'd quit bothering Sam.

They came to set his hip at about six the next morning. Doctor Compton and two other young doctors administered an anesthetic directly into Jack's IV which took effect very quickly.

Sam watched, biting down on her lip as all three doctors pulled,shoved and twisted Jacks leg back into place.

"There we go," Doctor Compton said, "good as new."

"When will he wake up?" Sam asked.

"He shouldn't be out more than an hour or so. Don't worry, he is doing well. Later today he can get into a wheelchair if he feels like it. He might feel like some air."

"That would be a welcome change, I imagine. Jack isn't the kind of man to stay cooped up."

"Have me paged if you need anything." the doctor said, patting her on the shoulder before he left.

Sam sat down and took Jack's hand in hers, waiting for him to wake again.