He'd lay mumbling incoherently about jungles, rain and children, in a mixture of English and Vietnamese. Daniel placed one of the team's blanket over him and whispering soothingly had calmly wiped Jack's face with the cold cloth until the man drifted off.

"Daniel what's wrong?!" Sam rushed into the tent, Shelaya directly behind her. "One of the villagers came for Shelaya, said the colonel was sick." He moved aside, wrapping his arms around himself as Shelaya knelt to examine the ill commander.

"I don't know. I'm hoping the heat just got to him." Sam opened her mouth then closed it again. No use adding to Daniel's worry. "You'll stay with him?...I-I have to go back and-and-" His hands fluttered about nervously, his eyes never leaving Jack.

"It's okay Daniel. He'll be fine." Carter forced a reassuring smile. "Go on. He'll be fine." With a last glance back, Daniel stepped outside and taking a moment to compose himself hurried once more to Meelay's home.

With a groan, Jack tossed the blanket aside and pressing the heel of his hand against one eye, pulled himself into a sitting position.

"Colonel?"

"What the hell happened? I feel like somebody's been stomping around inside my head...with spike heeled combat boots."

"I was hoping you could tell me sir." Carter watched as he drank half the canteen of cold water she'd handed him. "Daniel thought maybe-"

"Where is he?" Jack's worried brown eyes searched the tent. "With Meelay and Bannock. He brought you here and stayed until Shelaya and I arrived."

"Speaking of which," Once again he glanced around once again to be sure they were alone. "tell me about her."

"Sir I really think you should-"

"I'm fine Major...Feeling better by the minute." He emphasized the words with a cocked eyebrow and a grin. "Got any coffee?...Maybe some more of that Papoka stuff."

"Lagoda juice sir." Slightly unsteady on his feet, O'Neill waved her away, stepping through the tent flap, sighing as the cool breeze blew away the last of the fuzzy weak sensation.