They both had passed out again shortly after their 'conversation', waking up several hours later in the dark of night.
Sir?
You know I'm awake, Sam, why do you still ask?
Because, it's weird, sir.
Tell me about it.
We have to get back to Earth.
I know.
We should go.
Fine. The pair of them got out of their hospital beds, silently making their way out of the infirmary, aided by their bare feet.
Other corridor, sir. Sam reminded him as when they arrived at an intersection and Jack turned down the wrong one. Silently, they continued down the correct corridor and made it to the 'gate room without meeting anyone.
There was one technician on duty, laying his head back against his chair and spinning in circles, bored out of his mind.
"Dial Earth," Jack ordered, the technician stopped spinning and stared at him.
"What?" The technician narrowly escaped falling out of his chair when he leaned back a little too far; the pair of them had surprised him.
"Dial Earth."
What, does this guy have a hearing problem?
Sir… Sam chastised him in her mind.
"Sir, I can't dial Earth without Dr. Weir's codes…" Before he could finish his sentence Jack and Sam had left the room to search for Dr. Weir's sleeping quarters.
"We'll be back!" Jack yelled. The technician went back to spinning in his chair as soon as they turned the corner.
"What are you two doing out of bed?" Dr. Weir asked them sleepily when they found her room.
"We want to go home," Jack told her bluntly.
Why am I always the one talking here?
Because I haven't had coffee yet.
Puh-shaw, I can read your mind, remember, you're brain is working better without coffee than mine does with coffee.
Did you just say puh-shaw?
No.
Yes you did.
No, I thought it. What's wrong with that?
You just seem a little odd to be… puh-shaw-ing…
Shut up, Carter.
I'm not talking, sir, as you pointed out.
Jack sighed, turning to face Weir again. She had rolled over and was ignoring them, mumbling something about how they should go back to sleep; Jack poked her unceremoniously between the shoulder blades. "Dr. Weir, we need to go back to Earth now."
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It took them another twenty minutes to get Dr. Weir properly awake and out of bed, then it was another half an hour before she would agree to give her codes for them to dial Earth. They arrived at heir home-planet still dressed in their scrubs, and looking a little worse for wear.
They were greeted by a 'gateroom full of confused looking airmen, Daniel, and Teal'c. "What happened?" Daniel asked, observing their scrubs and tired faces.
"We were hoping you could tell us…" Sam responded. To her surprise, Teal'c came over and gave her a hug.
Teal'c! What the hell… She thought; looking around the 'gateroom it was obvious that most of the personnel were thinking along the same lines, though Daniel looked as though he couldn't agree with the reaction more and gave Jack a hug.
Whoa! No touchy! Jack protested, but it didn't do any good, his best friend was not to be deterred.
"What's going on?" Sam finally asked, after silently taking their, rather emotional, greeting.
"Oh no way!" Mitchell's voice came from the doorway, where he and Landry now stood.
WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON! Jack yelled in his head, unfortunately for Sam it was the equivalent of him yelling in her ear. Her head ringing, she glared at him.
Sir, I'm just as confused as you but I would appreciate it if you didn't do that again.
Well I'm frustrated and it usually doesn't matter how loud I am in my own head.
Yeah, but now I'm in your head too.
That's not my fault.
What if it is? He grumbled in response.
"What's going on?" Sam asked again, Jack just glared around the room, waiting for an answer.
"Sam… Jack…" Daniel cleared his throat uncomfortably.
"You have been dead for several months, Colonel Carter," Teal'c informed them calmly.