Note: This chapter woulda been up last night, but was being a pain and wouldn't let me post. XP Thanks for reviewing my first chapter, here's number two. I've already got several chapters lined up and finished, so when they'll be up depends on when I have time to edit and post. Don't worry though, 'cuz there's definetly more:)

TWO

Since finishing up their relatively normal meal, Daniel and Teal'c were at a loss of what to do. They went about thinking of a means of escape, but their conversation was soon interrupted by a familiar shout, and a flicker of the barrier at the doorway. The two leapt to their feet and rushed out the door, seeing a worse-for-wear Jack carrying an unconscious Sam in his arms.

"God, Jack, what the hell happened?" Daniel exclaimed once they were in the dull grey corridors.

"No time for that now Danny!" Jack barked weakly as he hurried along, fighting for every ounce of strength he had and praying for his shaking legs not to fail him now. "We gotta get outta here!"

"O'Neill," Teal'c began as they ran down the halls, searching for the exit. "Shall I take Major Carter from you?" He questioned lowly, seeing that the Colonel was barely keeping on his feet as it was.

"No, I got her," Jack muttered simply in response, holding her close to his body protectively as they moved on.

Teal'c said nothing further. Instead he resigned himself to keeping an eye on O'Neill while they made a hasty retreat.

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"Unauthorized off-world activation!" The alarms sounded loudly at the SGC as General Hammond quickly made his way to the control room, hovering by Walter's shoulder as the technician stared at the computer monitor, searching for an IDC code.

"It's SG-1, sir!" Walter announced loudly after a brief moment.

"Open the iris!" Hammond ordered hurriedly. "They've been out of reach for over twelve hours now," he exclaimed to no one imparticular, patting the technician's shoulder before making his way down into the gate room. Although he knew there was a chance the team had been compromised, he couldn't just lock them out knowing they could very well be coming in hot with injuries among them.

Dr. Jackson, Teal'c, and Colonel O'Neill all stumbled out of the wormhole and onto the gate ramp, an unconscious Major Carter still cradled carefully in Jack's arms. The iris whirled closed as soon as the team was clear.

Seeing their dilemma, General Hammond immediately met them at the bottom of the ramp, shouting back, "Get a medical team down here, now!" He eyed his Second in Command with serious concern. "Colonel, what happened?"

Seeing that Jack was struggling to catch his breath, Daniel answered for him. "We were captured General. A group of aliens were holding us prisoner in a compound a few miles from the gate." He paused, breathing heavily. "We barely managed to escape,"

Jack looked up weakly as Janet bustled into the gate room with her medical team, wheeling in a gurney for Major Carter. Only then did he carefully set her down, following the medical personnel out of the room as they rushed back toward the infirmary.

Once receiving a nod from the General, both Daniel and Teal'c went to join the Colonel.

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Sam laid silently on a bed in the infirmary, still unconscious. She had a nasty bruise to her left temple, and Dr. Fraiser had hooked her up with some pain medication on a drip, along with the usual IV fluids.

"Colonel?" Janet stepped beside the man sitting in a chair alongside Sam's bed, holding one of her hands in his own. "Sir, I've already given Daniel and Teal'c their post-mission checks, and they're both fine. I'd really like to take a look at you though. It seems you've been a little worked over yourself," she said lightly, but Jack made no move to get up, his tired eyes still fixated on the unconscious Major.

"How's Carter?" He asked hoarsely, ignoring her attempts to get him looked at.

"She'll be just fine. Sam's got a pretty good concussion, but she's going to be okay," Janet assured him with a warm smile. She laid a hand on Jack's shoulder. "Colonel, now if you'll just let me check you over-"

"I'm fine Doc," he mumbled dismissively. "Just a few cuts and bruises. You can gimme the works after Carter wakes up if it'll make you happy," Jack told Janet firmly, not willing to leave his post at Sam's bedside. He felt responsible for her getting hurt, feeling as though she would have been fine if he managed to take the guard out in the first place.

Janet finally sighed, reluctantly giving in. "Alright, but if she's not awake in an hour I'll have the General order you to let me run some tests,"

"Yeah, yeah," Jack grumbled wearily with a faint grin in the doctor's direction just before she closed the curtain and walked away.

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Forty-five minutes had passed before Sam woke up. When she finally did, she found herself surrounded by comforting faces. Jack, Teal'c, and Daniel were all around to make sure she was okay. Janet stopped in briefly to check her vitals before giving Sam some time with her teammates. The doctor had ushered the nursing staff out of the infirmary as well, since there were no other patients that needed tending to.

After a little while, Daniel noticed a look shared between Jack and Sam. He was aware that the pair didn't need words to convey their feelings toward one another, but decided they could use a few moments alone after all they'd been through. Nudging Teal'c, he gestured toward the door before leaving them.

Janet was waiting just outside the infirmary when Daniel and Teal'c left. She smiled gently at them, receiving a slight bow from Teal'c before the Jaffa announced he was going off to perform kelno'reem. When Daniel remained behind, she rose an eyebrow at him questioningly. "Are you feeling alright Daniel?" she asked the archaeologist curiously, noticing he looked decidedly edgy.

"Me?" He turned to her with surprise. "Yeah, I'm fine." Pausing, Daniel's gaze drifted to look back into the infirmary. "It's Jack I'm worried about," he turned back to Janet with brows furrowed in concern. "He's not looking too good Janet. Has he had his post-mission check yet?"

She looked past Daniel with concern, but because of the curtain surrounding Sam's bed, Jack was out of her view. "God, I've completely forgotten," Janet exclaimed suddenly. "I promised I'd let the Colonel wait until Sam woke, just so he could make sure she was okay." She made a move to enter the infirmary when she heard a dull thud followed by Sam's worried shout.

"Janet!"

Both the doctor and Daniel hurried into the room, rushing toward the bedside and drawing back the curtain to find Colonel O'Neill collapsed on the floor beside Sam's bed. Janet immediately reached for his pulse, finding it rapid and weak. His breathing was quick and shallow as well. She was concerned about how pale he was, and his skin was cool and clammy to the touch.

Returning to semi-consciousness, Jack groaned and rolled to his side, curling up into the fetal position and wrapping his arms around his stomach guardedly.

"Daniel, call my nursing staff back in here quickly," Janet issued out the orders and Daniel was eager to comply as he raced out of the room.

Sam was sitting up with a hand to her head, watching the doctor check Jack over with worried, glassy eyes. "Janet?"

Looking up briefly, Janet's concerned expression matched Sam's before she focused back on the Colonel and gently grasped his shoulder, urging him to lay flat on his back. "Easy sir," she warned gently as he groaned. Janet lifted his shirt to find a map of dark bruises along the Colonel's abdomen and sides, and she pressed a hand lightly to his alarmingly taut and swollen belly, causing him to hiss with pain and squirm beneath her touch.

"Oh, God," Sam gasped, still looking down from the bed.

"He's bleeding internally," Janet explained to Sam, turning her head as Daniel returned with a few nurses. "Get me a gurney," she started barking out the orders, getting her staff to move quickly. "We've got to get him to the OR, NOW!"

Precious few moments later, Jack was being wheeled into surgery, leaving a very distraught Sam who had watched the scene unfold with concern and fear. She was leaning forward with both hands to her head, tears streaming down her face.

Daniel was by the door, unsure what to do with himself. He blinked slowly, in shock of what had transpired. In an effort to comfort his obviously distressed friend, Daniel sat on the edge of the bed and began rubbing her back slowly. Not knowing what to say, he just let the words tumble out, as over-used and cliche as they were in a situation like this. "It's gonna be okay Sam,"

She sniffled and clenched her eyes shut, trying to fight back more tears. Her head still hurt and she was exhausted, but she tried fighting it. However, her fight didn't last long, and Sam soon found herself slumping against Daniel.

Noticing she'd fallen asleep, Daniel eased Sam back down against the pillows and covered her with the blanket. He sighed softly, running a hand through his hair. After a moment of thought he got up to leave the infirmary, intent on returning once he'd spoken to the General and Teal'c about Jack, realizing Janet wouldn't have the time.

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Sam woke abruptly, sitting up and grasping her head as the movement caused a pounding in her skull. "Jack!" she gasped with wide eyes, breathing heavily. A gentle hand on her shoulder relaxed her slightly, and the Major found herself staring directly into Daniel's blue eyes searchingly. "Daniel-"

"He's okay Sam," The archaeologist smiled gently, reassuringly. He moved around her bed and drew back the curtain surrounding the bed to the right of Sam's, revealing the unconscious form of Jack, hooked up to many monitors and other medical machinery. "Janet said the surgery went well, he should recover just fine,"

Rubbing her suddenly watery eyes, Sam focused on the sight next to her bed. She sniffled as a wavering smile crossed her face. More than relieved that Jack was going to be alright, Sam didn't even bother to hide her eagerness to be closer to the Colonel. She shifted to let her legs dangle off the edge of the bed, then slowly made a move to get up, when Daniel gripped her arm as she swayed.

"Easy Sam, take it easy," he told her softly, concerned.

"I just want to sit with him Daniel," she explained, not about to stand down.

He nodded understandingly, holding up a hand to gesture for her to wait. "I know, just let me get a wheelchair so you can sit comfortably, okay?"

Sam sighed with a nod, but Daniel was already retrieving a wheelchair. She smiled thankfully as he brought it over, then held her arm steadily and guided her into the chair when she swayed slightly from dizziness again. "Whoa," she gasped slightly, blinking to try and clear her head as she was eased down into the chair.

Daniel stuffed some pillows behind Sam and offered a blanket, then wheeled her beside the Colonel's bed, taking the rack of IVs with her. He'd been there himself, watching over his friend since Jack had left surgery. Both Teal'c and even General Hammond had stopped by as well. Janet had almost set the Colonel up in a medical isolation room, but Daniel convinced her that both he and Sam would probably be better off if they could see how the other was doing. Janet smiled knowingly and agreed.

"Thanks," Sam whispered to Daniel with a grateful smile. She reached out for Jack's lifeless hand when the archaeologist patted her shoulder and made his exit. Her eyes roamed over the wiring that snaked beneath the Colonel's shirt, which no-doubt concealed the bandage over his abdomen from the surgery, as well as the many bruises he'd aquired from their captors. The memory caused her to frown with a shaky sigh. It pained her to think of what the Colonel had gone through.

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Sam had lost track of time while she'd been in the infirmary, not even confident of what day it was. She hazarded a guess that almost twenty-four hours had passed since they'd been captured. This meant it was either really late or really early. Either way, Sam knew only two things; she was very tired, and very hungry. Luckily for her, Janet was thoughtful enough to bring in a tray of food.

The doctor wasn't surprised to find Sam keeping vigil at the Colonel's bedside. She knew just how much those two cared for one another, even if they couldn't openly show it, especially in the work place. "Thought you could use something to eat," Janet smiled gently as she caught Sam's attention.

"Thanks Janet, I'm starved," She admitted quietly, gratefully accepting the food and setting it down on her lap.

The doctor smiled gently before checking Sam's IVs, then doing the same with the Colonel. She looked over the monitors, then pulled down the blanket slightly and lifted Jack's scrub shirt to examine his surgical incision. Satisfied that there was no infection, Janet cleaned the area before rebandaging it and pulling his shirt down again. Leaving the blanket at the Colonel's waist, Janet briefly adjusted the oxygen cannula under his nose before she was done. "He's looking a bit better," she commented with a faint smile.

Sam set down her fork and focused on the doctor. "You really think so?" Her bright blue eyes were watery and hopeful.

"Mm-hm," Janet nodded. "The anesthetic's already wearing off and the Colonel should be waking in a few hours," she told the Major confidently. Brows knitting together in thought, the doctor tilted her head to one side to examine the bruise on Sam's temple. "How are you feeling Sam?"

"I'm alright," Sam smiled tightly, unconsciously rubbing her temple lightly. "Still have a headache, but the drugs are helping. No biggie," she shrugged slightly.

Janet gently squeezed her shoulder. "I want you to get some rest too Sam, okay?" When the Major rolled her eyes, Dr. Fraiser gave her a stern look. "That's an order,"

"Yes Doctor," Sam smiled sarcastically, handing the doctor her plate of mostly-finished food.

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