Alright everyone, here's Chapter 2! YAY!! Its a bit longer than my last one, but I got on a roll and couldn't stop writing! Don't you love it when that happens??

Anywho, thanks for the reviews all people who took the effort to do so, and I hope that I answered any questions (I've kinda tried to cover up the flaw sammie77, not a zatarc and Marzipan77 picked up on in my first chapter. If you have no idea what i'm talking about, have a look at my reviews. And while you're there, maybe you could review too :)?? HINT HINT)

Also, (thanks for reminding me to mention it, Marzipan77) this is set during Season 7 of Stargate, hence the presence of Janet in this chapter

As before, I don't own any Stargate stuff (damn). If I did, Sam and Jack would have gotten together a long time ago, and the Ori probably wouldn't exist.

SG-1 stumbled through the gate and down the ramp, coming to a halt at the bottom of the stairs. Janet, who had obviously been summoned as soon as the technicians in the control room had received the medical signal from SG-1's GDO, looked slightly confused as she approached a team who appeared to be in perfect health. She moved towards Sam, who happened to be closest to her, but came to an abrupt halt when her friend hastily backed away to the base of the ramp.

'You probably don't wanna come too close, Doc, General' Jack called across the gateroom, backing up and joining Sam at the base of the ramp in an attempt to increase the gap between him and General Hammond, who had just entered the gateroom with a look of confusion.

'Why not, Colonel?' Janet's voice sounded casual enough, but everyone in the room could tell she was concerned. Jack opened his mouth to respond, but Sam got there before he did.

'Whilst on the planet, we were exposed to a highly contagious and deadly disease.'

'What…'

'The Plague.'

Sam's hollow voice echoed off the stone walls of the room, and Janet visibly and unintentionally flinched. She quickly recovered, though, and began barking orders for a quarantine area to be set up and for bio-hazard suits to be brought to the gateroom. Anyone who was in the gateroom when SG-1 returned to Earth was ordered to stay there, and SG-1 themselves were restricted to the gate ramp, in an attempt to prevent any infected fleas that may have been carried back to Earth from spreading. Sam, who had been sitting along side her team mates, took in a sudden gasp. She proceeded to jump to her feet and climb towards the gate, promptly sitting down against the railing at the very top of the ramp. Jack turned a curious face up towards her.

'Anything the matter, Carter?' She looked glumly back down at him.

'I was in direct contact with three victims of the plague on the planet. In all likeliness, I have already contracted the disease and still have the godforsaken flea on me somewhere. There's no reason to endanger any of you further by being anywhere near you.'

'Come on, Carter. Don't be ridiculous. All you did was take their pulses; you barely touched them, and you were wearing gloves.'

'I came in physical contact with them, and the man…he coughed on me. I wasn't even a foot away from him and he coughed. If I didn't catch the disease from a flea, then I surely would have caught it when I breathed in.'

'If that's your logic, then we've all probably already been infected. We all entered the house, and by the looks of it no doors or windows had been open to ventilate the place in months. The air was probably full of bacteria, which we all would have breathed in as soon as we entered the room.'

'Come on, Sam, come back down' Daniel beckoned to a space beside him on the ramp, but Sam stayed defiantly where she was.

Within an hour, a team of doctors in bright yellow bio-hazard suits returned to the room, and began leading groups of people out of the gateroom, towards the newly set up quarantine rooms on sub-level 13. They escorted groups of four from the room, starting with those least likely to be infected. Before long, SG-1 were the only people left. They were led along the deserted corridors of the SGC, with an entourage of doctors in protective clothing. After an awkward trip in the elevator to the quarantine floor, the team was finally led into the infirmary.

They were greeted at the door by a newly-decontaminated Janet, who was now wearing a bio-hazard suit like her fellow doctors. She led them towards a group of roughly assembled chairs, next to a door that lead into a windowless room.

'Unfortunately, we've only been able to set up two areas for decontamination, so two of you are going to have to wait. Teal'c, I'd like you to come with me first seeing as you only need to be checked for fleas and not for the illness itself. I'd also like to take whoever had the most exposure to the disease…' before she could continue, Sam rose quickly to her feet. Janet paused a moment, before giving a small nod and leading her and Teal'c into the decontamination room.

Jack let out a long sigh as soon as the door closed, and Daniel ran a hand through his hair.

'This is all my fault…' Daniel murmured, leaning back in his chair.

'How is it your fault we got exposed to the Plague?' Jack questioned, his voice dripping with disbelief that the man could possibly hold himself responsible for a disease they'd known nothing about.

'I didn't mean that, I meant this,' he said, gesturing around the infirmary.

'All this quarantine and stuff…If only I had dialled a different planet, somewhere uninhabited. We could have dialled the SGC from there and had them come through and decontaminate us there, rather than making half the staff in this place go through it as well.'

'Don't worry about it; I would have done exactly the same thing as you. We were in a dangerous situation, and your first instinct was to get us home…'

'Yeah, but I bet any of the military personnel would have remembered the protocol for disease control.'

'It doesn't matter what anyone else would have done, they weren't on the planet and, after this, I doubt that any SGC personnel will ever be there again. It was such an unusual set of circumstances; I'm sure General Hammond will understand.'

'Yeah, I guess…' The conversation dwindled off into silence, each man consumed in his own thoughts and concerns about the mission. Before long, the door adjacent to the chairs opened, and an unfamiliar but friendly looking nurse poked her head out the gap.

'Gentlemen, we're ready for one of you now…' Jack gestured for Daniel to go, and after a moment's hesitation, he rose to his feet and disappeared through the door. Jack leaned back in his chair, closed his eyes and ran his hands through his hair. Although he'd never say it, Daniel was probably right. They should have gone to some uninhabited planet as got or at least to the Alpha Site, and have help brought to them. But what he'd said was also true. The idea to go anywhere but Earth had never crossed his mind, and if he as the commanding officer had never thought of it, he could hardly expect his team to think of it for him.

The door beside him opened once more, and the same nurse that had escorted Daniel minutes before poked her head out once more.

'Colonel? We're ready for you now.' Jack slowly got to his feet and walked into the decontamination room. It was divided in two by a large medical curtain, and in the area visible there was a makeshift hazmat shower, and a large bin in one corner. Neatly folded on a chair next to the shower, wrapped in protective plastic to prevent contamination before they were opened, was a set of blue scrubs, and on the floor below a pair of hospital slippers also protectively wrapped. At the nurse's direction, Jack removed all clothing and gear he had taken on the mission, and placed it in the bin, which he noticed was lined with a bag marked 'CONTAMINATED MATERIAL'. He then climbed in the shower and began cleaning himself, as directed. Once he had reached the nurse's standard of cleanliness, he was allowed out of the shower and was given a towel freshly removed from its protective plastic. Once he was dry, he pulled on the new scrubs and shoes, and was directed to take a seat. The nurse gave Jack a quick once-over for any signs of flea bites, as well as extracting some blood for testing. Finally, he was injected with a vaccine for the Plague before he was allowed to exit the room through a second door.

He came out into a large room that was divided into smaller sections by hospital curtains. In each section a typed sign was displayed, showing either the title of a SG team or a list of names for those exposed who were not in an official team. He walked past sections with groups of SF agents, of researchers, and one holding the unusual combination of General Hammond, Walter and Sergeant Siler, before coming across his own team near the back wall. He observed the scene for a split second before realising what was wrong with the picture. Daniel sat on an uncomfortable-looking plastic chair, and Teal'c was sitting on the floor meditating. But Sam was still not out of the decontamination room.

'Have you seen Carter?' Jack questioned as he slumped into a chair next to Daniel, who jolted at the unexpected sound of Jack's voice. Once he realised who it was, he sighed and shook his head.

'She hasn't been released yet. I was talking to Janet, and she said that they wanted to give her a more thorough medical examination as well as a blood test, seeing as she had the most exposure of all of us.' Jack gave a slow nod as he absorbed the information, before the team fell back into silence. They sat together for another half an hour, before they started noticing the other SGC staff in the infirmary with them were beginning to exit the room. Jack stuck an inquisitive head around the corner of their curtain, and saw a nurse working her way along the sections, dismissing teams as she went. Eventually she reached SG-1, but before she had a chance to say a word Jack cut her off.

'Where's Carter?' The nurse looked a little taken aback by Jack's abruptness, but quickly recovered herself and answered his question.

'Major Carter is still being examined by Doctor Fraiser, but she should be out soon. You three have been given clearance to leave the infirmary, as your preliminary blood tests have been cleared, but you'll need to stay on-base for at least 48 hours until you've been fully cleared.'

'Are we permitted to stay within the infirmary, awaiting the conclusion of Major Carter's medical assessment?' Teal'c rose to his feet as he asked the question, his usually stoic face tainted with concern for his team mate.

'I don't see why not. You won't have to stay down here any longer, though, you can move up to some of the chairs nearer to the examination room…' Without any further prompting, the men of SG-1 hastily made their way back towards the decontamination room to await the arrival of their forth team member.

The men of SG-1 sat, once again in silence, as they waited anxiously for the return of their only female team member. The quarantine area was deconstructed around them; curtains were pulled away and chairs were stacked beside the door to be returned to storage or the commissary, whilst beds and medical equipment were reassembled around the room so it was back in its original state. Soon the only things out of place were Jack, Daniel and Teal'c, but no one had the heart or nerve to approach them and ask them to regroup elsewhere. After an hour, though, the team was beginning to show signs of fatigue. They had not had an opportunity to properly rest or even to eat since their return from the mission, and that was not likely to happen until after they were debriefed, which could possibly take hours to be completed. Daniel was longing for a hot coffee, Teal'c was secretly wishing he could return to his quarters and kel'noreem, and Jack was yearning for his some form of entertainment, if not a Simpson's marathon, then at least his yo-yo. But none of these various desires of the team members were strong enough for them to abandon their colleague, team mate, and most importantly, their friend, so they settled in for a long night.

There you go, Chapter 2. Chapter 3 shouldn't take as long to put up, as I've already written at least half of it (i kinda went overboard with this chapter, so i wrote a lot of chapter 3 by accident at the same time)

Now, having published a story, I'm sorry to have to report a problem. You see, I believe i have developed an addiction.

An addiction for Fan Fiction (hehe it rhymes).

A major component of said addiction envolves a certain act called reviewing. I have become completely addicted to reviews as well. the main point of this random writing is to say this:

REVIEW!! (subtle enough for you??)

Please please please review, even if its only a few words long, especially you people who've put this on your story alert thingy and haven't reviewed or anything!!

Thanks for reading!!

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