All right, sorry that first part was so short! I should just say that i don't watch Atlantis nearly as often as i watch SG1 so if the characters are a little off, thats why- and sorry if there are any big out of character moments because of that.

Jack sat straight up in the hospital bed and immediately regretted it. His head felt like it might split open; he groaned and lay back down, noticing that Sam was in the bed next to him, still unconscious.

Dr. Beckett came over to him, checking the computers on either side of him and looking him in the eye, "General O'Neill, can you hear me?"

"'Course I can hear you, you're standing right next to me," he rubbed his temple. Something was missing inside his head, something was supposed to be there and it wasn't, they'd said it would be there… who's they? He knitted his eyebrows together in thought.

"Sorry, General, you woke up earlier like that but you couldn't hear anything we said."

"That's weird."

"That's what I said," the doctor smiled, and moved to Sam's bedside to check on her.

"How is she?"

"She was bruised pretty badly when she fell out of the 'gate, but nothings broken… she hasn't been conscious yet though," concern played across his features for a moment before he turned back to Jack, a smile plastered on as a cover for his worry. "How're you feeling?"

"You tell me, you're the doctor…"

"Well, according to all the tests we ran you should be feeling fine… except for the lack of consciousness until recently you're perfectly normal."

"Oh, can I get up then?"

"I'd rather you just stayed put for now, I've got to tell Dr. Weir that you're awake…" Dr. Beckett was leaving the infirmary as he spoke. Jack shook his head and rolled onto his side, watching Sam.

Her eyelids fluttered but she didn't open them, Jack got the feeling that somebody was watching him but there was nobody else in the room. Shrugging, but still unable to shake the feeling that he was being watched, he went back to staring as Sam.

"General O'Neill," Dr. Weir entered the room, standing between his and Sam's beds.

"Dr. Weir, good to see you again, how's things?" She smirked at the comment, glancing over at Sam before continuing.

"We're doing all right here, General. The Wraith are having their own civil war so we're getting a break from them at least," she shrugged, knowing that he probably didn't read any of the reports they sent through. "How do you feel?"

"I've been better," he said, sitting up, head still throbbing.

"From what I hear you've been a lot worse, though."

"True," he heard a familiar laugh. Leaning to one side to see around Weir, expecting to see Sam's blue eyes dancing with the laughter he was hearing. Her eyes were closed, she wasn't even smiling.

"General?" Weir turned around to look at Sam and then back at Jack. "What is it?"

"I swear I heard her laughing…"

"Are you sure you're feeling all right?"

"Yeah, I'll be fine…" How many times have you said that? It was Sam's voice, but he was watching her and she was definitely still out cold.

Weir left, promising to check up on him again soon. Dr. Beckett entered shortly, updating their charts. "Hey Doc?" He beckoned the doctor over to his bed.

"Yes?"

"How long till she wakes up, do you think?"

"It shouldn't be long now, General, she's completely stable, could be at any time."

"Thanks."

"No problem, I'll be in my office if you need anything."

"Thanks."

You already said that. It was Sam's voice again, but she hadn't moved.

"Sam, you feel like waking up?" He asked after Beckett had left.

I feel fine; I'd open my eyes if my damn eyelids didn't weigh thirty tons… Jack gaped at Sam's unconscious form on the bed; he was definitely hearing her voice.

"Doc?" He called, the doctor rushed into the room hearing the tension in his voice.

"What is it?"

"Is there any reason why I would be hearing voices in my head?" The doctor looked at him, considering.

"Well, you did hit your head pretty hard when you came through the 'gate, but it was only a minor concussion," Jack was still waiting for his answer. "No, General, you shouldn't be hearing voices in your head."

"That's what I thought," he shrugged and lay back on his pillows, letting the doctor return to his work before he tested his theory.

Sam?

Sir?

You can hear me?

Yeah, you're talking to me.

I didn't say anything.

But… you just did.

No, I just thought that…

What?

I think we're hearing each others thoughts… You're unconscious on the bed next to me.

How is that possible?

You tell me, you're the smart one.

Yeah, but, supposedly, I'm unconscious.

This is so weird. Suddenly Sam was awake; she sat straight up in bed and looked directly at her former CO. Both groaned a second later, Sam lay back on her pillows.

You've got to be kidding me… Jack thought to her.

What?

I can feel your headache… And I just got rid of mine… He groaned aloud.

"Colonel Carter, good to see you're awake!" Beckett and Weir both entered the room again, smiling at the pair of them. "How are you feeling?"

"Headache," she mumbled.

"You landed hard when you fell out of the 'gate…"

"We fell out of the 'gate?" Jack interrupted.

"Well, you kind of flew out, sir, but Colonel Carter fell out of it," Beckett explained, using his hands to show them what their falls had looked like.

No wonder my head hurts so much. Sam thought.

You're telling me. They both smiled before realizing that Beckett and Weir were looking at them oddly.

"What's so funny?"

"She just… I said…" They exchanged a confused look.

"We can… hear each other… in our heads," Sam tried to explain, not having much luck.

"Are you saying that you can hear each other's thoughts?" Dr. Weir asked.

"And her headache," Jack complained.

Stop whining.

That's insubordination, Colonel.

Well, you can't prove I said it; a person is allowed to think, you know.

Yeah, but I can hear your thoughts so you should watch what you think.

Sir…

Stop thinking!

C'mon, sir, you know me… I never stop thinking.

I'm never going to get rid of this headache at this rate.

Sorry, sir.

Beckett and Weir were looking at them expectantly, and somewhat nervously. "What?" Jack asked, glancing at Sam.

"Well, you were just sitting there, what's going on?"

"Were you talking or something?"

"Yeah… tell me, when does Carter stop thinking?" Jack asked them, getting the smiles he was going for.

You can't use that twice in the same minute!

They don't know I already used it!

But I do its going to get very old if I have to hear all your jokes twice, sir.

Tough cookies. Sam groaned aloud at this, Jack chuckled in response, but Beckett looked worried.

"Are you all right?" She gave him a little glare.

"Do you have any idea how you can get him out of my head?"

"I have no idea why he would even be in your head, Colonel."

Fuck.

"Hey, watch you're language," Jack reprimanded.

"She didn't say anything…" Beckett started before realizing what was going on.

"So, rumor has it that you two are telepathically connected," Rodney looked back and forth between them expectantly.

I hate him… I hate him so much. Jack chuckled at this, wiping his face of emotion when Rodney looked at him expectantly.

"What? What happened?"

"Nothing interesting."

"Are you saying I'm not interesting, sir?"

"No, I'm just saying that you have the most boring thought process that I've ever been exposed to."

"Just because I actually use my brain to think of anything other than sarcastic retorts…"

"That was out loud, Carter, I can get you on insubordination for that," he reminded her.

"Sorry, sir."

"What'd she say?"

"You heard what she said."

"Yeah, but I meant what'd she think?"

"Ummm, hi, yeah, she's sitting right here," Sam pointed out, annoyed. Jack just chuckled.

"What? What's she thinking?"

Shut up, McKay. Was what she was thinking, Jack chuckled again.

You don't like him very much, do you?

How could you tell?

Oh, I don't know…

"I'm feeling a little left out here, guys…"

Good. That time their thoughts mimicked each other.

"Do you remember anything about where you were before you arrived here?" Dr. Weir asked them again. They had both been up and about for a few days now, still wearing scrubs because their fatigues had been a little worse for wear after their entrance, and they had yet to find any suitable replacements.

"Sorry Doctor, still got nothing," Jack assured her. He and the doctor were standing out on one of the many balconies overlooking the city; Sam had gone off with Rodney to look at some doohickey he had been prattling on about. Sam figured he might shut up faster if she humored him for awhile.

"So, how's this telepathy thing working for you?"

"Its… interesting," he smiled. He and Sam were still connected even though they were on opposite ends of the city. She kept on interrupting his conversation to express her dislike of Rodney, unfortunately he could also hear the thoughts that were flying through her head at top speed that had to do with the technology that he was showing her. It was giving him another headache.

"What do you mean?"

"She thinks a lot more than I do," he shrugged. "My head feels very… full."

Sam lay awake in the quarters she had been assigned while they were staying in Atlantis; they planned to go back as soon as Dr. Beckett was sure that they were well, but that meant getting an idea what the whole telepathy thing was all about, and how they had ended up in Atlantis.

Sam, go to sleep.

What?

Go to sleep.

I thought you were asleep, sir.

I was, you're thinking woke me up, so stop it.

Sorry, sir, it's just… I'm not sure what I think about all this yet.

I know, I heard you.

Okay, I'll try and sleep but I can't make any promises; you know me, I like to think.

I'm getting to know that more and more every second.

Sorry sir. He could tell that she was smiling.

Go to sleep.

Yes, sir.

Are you asleep, Carter? He asked about five minutes later.

I was…

Sorry.

Not as sorry as you will be if I can't get back to sleep now and I just lie here thinking.

Sorry, sorry, go back to sleep.