Disclaimer: It's the same as always, blah blah blah. I DON'T OWN STARGATE!

A/N: well here is the next big chapter, i hope it doesn't disapoint.

Daniel lay down on his bed, and curled up into a ball. The whole world seemed like it was swirling, he couldn't get away from it. Every single second it felt like his mind was plaguing him, taunting him with possibilities that screamed at him to cut, to scratch to do anything that would help him feel free, if only for a minute.

With his eyes tightly shut and humming to himself he failed to notice the entry of Jack into his room, but one eye slowly opened when he felt the bed dip as Jack sat down at the edge.

Daniel suddenly felt exposed and pulled at the covers of his bed so that he could cover himself, to cover his arms and his legs from Jack's view.

'Daniel, I've talked to Janet, she is going to be coming over in the morning'

When Daniel didn't respond, Jack sighed. Glancing down at his hands he felt his heart sink, he felt like Daniel was lost to him.

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Early the next morning Janet knocked loudly on the front door. Jack who had been sitting waiting for her bounded off the sofa, ignoring the twinge his knee gave as he headed towards the door.

He did his best to full heartedly smile at her, but his heart wasn't in it. He hadn't been able to sleep with his feelings of guilt at having supposedly betrayed Danny.

'Colonel, did you get any sleep?' said the diminutive Doctor as she took in his haggard features, 'rough night?'

He grunted in response and allowed the Doctor to enter.

Trying to be chirpy despite the sombre atmosphere within the house, she cheerfully asked, 'so where's the patient?'

Jack pointed up the stairs while running his fingers through his hair, 'second room on the right, can you...' his stomach churned, 'can you check his arms, can you see if he's been...'

Janet stopped him in his tracks, 'it okay Colonel, I understand'

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She slowly headed up the stairs, deep down she had to admit she was probably just as afraid as the Colonel was, and she was sure so were the rest of the team.

She knew what he had been referring to, and she sighed, she had suspected as much. She had seen signs of it, even seen him scratching, but instead of being professional she had allowed her friendship to cloud her vision and disguise the truth.

Knocking on his door lightly, she slowly popped her head round the door, 'Daniel, it's Janet' she said to the slight raised bump hidden by blankets on the bed.

Entering the room she walked over to the bed, and unknowingly mimicked the Colonels actions from the previous night as she sat on the bed.

'How are you feeling today?'

Getting no response she sighed and stood up and walked over to the edge of the bed and knelt down so that she was eye to eye with Daniel.

'I need to check your bandages and see how you're healing, you don't have to talk to me, but it would be nice if you did.' She smiled sweetly at him, hoping she could charm into agreeing.

Fortunately Daniel seemed to be compliant, and slowly got up and swung his legs over the side of the bed, gripping his torso in one of his infamous self hugs. Still the damage he had caused himself was still evident across his arms and legs. Janet tried not to show her shock at the sight and pulled her kit closer and began to look over his old bandages.

'Cassandra has been asking after you, she wants to come over. I was thinking it would be nice if we all got together tomorrow night, what do you think?' she asked as she finished removing one of the bandages and slowly applied Iodine to the wound.

'I guess'

With her head bowed as she searched her kit bag, she quickly smiled. She had gotten a response.

'Well that's settled then, we'll be round for seven, Cassandra will be so excited!' Daniel seemed to smile at the mention of Cassandra's name.

'Well, we're almost done now. But I have to ask you something' she watched as she saw Daniel tense. Pointing at the scratches that lined his arms, she asked, 'did you do this to yourself?'

He looked away and seemed to almost shrink into himself further if that was humanly possible. She took that as a silent yes.

Sitting beside him, worried she had pushed a little too far she placed a hand on his knee and decided to level with him 'Daniel, what you are doing is Self Harm, also commonly known as Self Injury'

Pulling away from her he quietly sobbed, 'no!'

'Daniel, everyone is concerned, but we can't help unless you open up'

'But it isn't, I have control' he cried.

'Oh honey, I'm not going to push you to open up.' Quickly changing the subject to something she hoped would help Daniel as well, 'I've come here with two different possibilities of a prescription, three if you want more choice. I want you to try at least one of them.'

She saw his horrified look and quickly finished, 'but the choice is yours as to which you will use, you have control over that' she stressed the word control and watched as something seemed to dawn in Daniels head, and breathed a sigh of relief as she saw understanding, perhaps even acceptance.

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Jack was pacing around his living room when she finally came down the stairs; she looked tired, but strangely satisfied.

It was the quiet smile that seemed to skirt around her lips that claimed his attention, and his heat seemed to skip a beat as he waited for her to say something, anything.

'Sir, you look like you need to sit down' she said her eyes staring at him with slight disapproval of his pacing. However his heart slowly feared what she had to say.

'I think he will be fine eventually' Jack looked like he was about to say something so she quickly raised a hand and silence caught hold of his response.

'We still have some huge hurdles to overcome, but I think we have managed the first. He has accepted medication. Medication which I let him choose, to let him feel some sort of control over his life. I explained the differences between Chlorodiazepoxide and Citalopram, I did toy with the idea of Diazepam 2 but I left him choose between the other two. As you will be keeping an eye on him, he should get 1 20mg tablet of Citalopram a day, perhaps you could let him have a few to hold onto...'

The words seemed to die on her lips, up until this point the Colonel had been nodding in agreement, but now he didn't look so positive, 'is that such a good idea Doc?'

'I only mean letting him have possession of 3-5 tablets at a time to start off with, I'm as worried as you are, and although there is the fear of an overdose, he can't do much damage with 3-5 tablets, now don't get me wrong, any overdose is dangerous but this way he can feel he has control over something, it's better than his alternative for control.

Jack simply had to nod in agreement; Janet was right, as always.

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