Season 7: Immediately after Evolution 2, before Chimera, but before Heros. Janet never dies in my stories, so somewhat AU.


Midnight in the infirmary. Depressing place any time of day, but midnight is really bad.

Daniel turned, moaned, and tried to see just how many machines Janet had him hooked up to this time. Only the IV. Must not be hurt too badly. Stiff and sore, he pushed the blanket back and shifted his legs to stand up.

"OK, standing – not good." Daniel sucked in his breath as the bullet wound in his leg made its painful presence known.

"Just what do you think you're doing?"

Daniel turned quickly toward the unfamiliar voice. Uh, oh. Busted! From down on the floor, he looked up to see an unfamiliar woman towering above him, hands on her hips and disapproving look in her face.

"I, ah, I need to go to the bathroom." Daniel's voice sounded pitiful, even to him.

"That's what the call button is for. You push, I come." She bent down and assisted him onto his feet.

"Thanks. Um, I still need to go to the bathroom." Daniel squirmed uncomfortably under her steady gaze and blushed slightly.

She noticed the blush and was amused that a man, who'd been in the infirmary as many times as he, still struggled to maintain some false modesty.

"Fine. But, I'm helping you get there. Your leg still isn't strong enough for you to be up without a crutch."

Several minutes later, she tucked Daniel back into his bed. As soon as he settled in, she turned to him and asked, "Need anything else?"

"Yes," he glanced quickly at her uniform, "Lt. O'Brien, can you keep me company for a few minutes? I've been sleeping most of the day and I don't want go back to sleep just yet." Daniel gave her his best sad puppy look, just in case she needed more incentive to stick around.

"Sure. What do you want to talk about?" She pulled a chair over next to his bed, curious about this man who had been with the SGC longer than anyone else, even Colonel O'Neill.

"I don't remember seeing you around here before. When did you transfer in?"

"You know all the personnel on base?" Her eyes opened wide, in dramatic imitation of disbelief.

"Well, no, but I do know the medical staff pretty well. I'm in here enough." Daniel pointed to the plaque above his bed, dedicating it to him, and took the chance to look at her. She was of average height, slender and her hair was the color of the setting sun. She had it pulled back and restrained in a bun, but tendrils of fire escaped from their captivity and framed her heart-shaped face. Her eyes couldn't decide if they were blue or green and Daniel wondered if they changed color with her moods.

"This is my first day – night, actually. I'm a physician's assistant, not a nurse, so I don't need Dr. Fraiser's permission to give you a shot. That means you need to be on your best behavior around me." She waggled her finger in his face. "Doc told me about you and how you try to get what you want with that puppy-dog face you pulled a few minutes ago. I'll let it go this time, but never again."

"Yes, ma'am." Daniel was impressed by how well she could maintain an air of authority and look so vulnerable at the same time. "So,…how did you become interested in medicine?"

She raised her eyebrows, remembering what the nurses had told her about his curiosity. "As a little girl, I was always the one doctoring injured birds and cats. When I was thirteen, my three-year-old brother became ill with a type of kidney cancer known as Wilms tumor. He recovered and is in college now, studying to become a physician. I became fascinated by everything involved in his treatment and went from there." She shifted uncomfortably in the hard plastic chair. "How about you? What got you interested in archeology?"

"It was the family business. My parents and my grandfather were archeologists and I grew up on digs in Egypt."

Both people turned to face the doorway when they heard someone clearing their throat.

"Boy, Danny, I leave you with an attractive woman for a few minutes and you have her eating out of the palm of your hand." Jack leaned against the doorsill, hands shoved in his pockets and a huge grin on his face. "I take it you're feeling better?"

"Yes, Jack, I'm fine. What are you doing here this late?"

"The general gave me a couple days down time since you're in here and Carter and Teal'c aren't back from their mission yet." Jack waved his hand toward the gate room, as if to show where Carter and Teal'c had gone. "I wanted to finish my paperwork before I left the base." He walked over to Daniel and pulled up his own personalized chair to sit next to his friend.

Daniel's eyebrows raised in surprise. "You wanted to finish your paperwork? Maybe I ought to ask Lt. O'Brien to check you and see if you're all right."

"I think I'll leave Colonel O'Neill to Dr. Fraiser." She turned to face Jack. "She's already told me about you. You're an even worse patient than he is." She pointed over her shoulder to Daniel as she walked toward Fraiser's office. "Five minutes, Colonel, and then the good doctor needs to get back to sleep."

Both men, who appreciated the feminine form in all its spectacular shapes, watched her walk away. Shaking his head as if to rid himself of the picture in his mind, Jack turned back to Daniel. "You seem to be much better, but what are you doing awake at this hour?"

"I slept all afternoon and evening. I'm not sleepy now. Lt. O'Brien was just keeping me company."

"Right. Interesting company." Jack waggled his eyebrows suggestively at Daniel.

"Jack, get your mind out of the gutter."

"Don't tell me you're going to let one of Janet's nurses catch you?"

"First of all, she's not a nurse. She's a physician's assistant – which means she can decide to give you shots, without Janet's approval. Second, give it a rest, Jack." Daniel pushed the button that lowered the head of his infirmary bed. "I think I am sleepy after all. 'Night, Jack."

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Daniel awoke the next morning to Janet's touch on his forehead.

"Morning, Daniel. How are you feeling today?" Janet's motherly demeanor was offset by her efficient assessment of his current condition.

"I'd be a lot better if some people would let me sleep," his reply muffled by the thermometer thrust into his mouth.

"Hey, you slept all day yesterday, and I understand, most of the night." Janet was pleased with his vital signs – all normal. "You flirting with my new P.A.? Because if you distract her, like you have my nurses, I'm going to have to hurt you."

"You have been hurting me! Giant needles, tubes coming out of all kinds of places, probes – don't even want to think about those, psychological torture…"

"Psychological what? Torture? When have I ever tortured you?" Janet planted her fists on her hips.

"Waking me up just now!" Daniel had yet to pry open his eyes, but he was mentally glaring at her. "Keeping me bound to this infernal infirmary bed when I want to go home. I'd think of more but my brain isn't functioning without coffee."

"Hey, you know the rules – no caffeine."

"See? Torture!" Daniel attempted to give her the evil eye through the slightly open lid of one blue orb.

"Two more nights, Sleeping Beauty. You still can't manage to walk with a crutch, and until you can, you're staying here." Janet's voice became more serious. "Remember, Daniel, you've been tortured, starved, dehydrated, and shot. The human body needs rest to recover. Even yours, Dr. Jackson."