A/N: Uh..... HI!!! Jack isn't mine. Nobody is, except for me. I am mine! YES!YES!
YES!!! MWAHAHAHAHAHA!!!! Maaaan that's a bad deal.... *ahem* This is dedicated
to the only Jack O'Neill I own. MY Jacky... *sigh*
BRAINWAVE
Jack entered the breifing room. SG-1 had just gotten back from a mission on
PX4-ZH7 and he was exhausted. Hammond, Sam and Teal'C were already
there, so Jack just took his seat.
"Uh, are we missing somebody?" Jack asked, looking at the empty seat across
from him.
Hammond looked around the room at the faces. Sam. Teal'C. Jack.
"No," Hammond said, "Everybody is here."
"Then why isn't Sam sitting there? Why the empty space?" Jack inquired.
Everybody blinked and stared at the empty chair, looks of confusion upon their faces.
"Will it not be satisfactory for MajorCarter to sit there?" Teal'C asked.
Sam complied with a nodd of Hammond's bald Texas head, but, once seated,
she looked uncomfortable.
"This isn't my seat," Sam muttered, "I sit where I was."
"Whose seat is it?" Jack asked.
Nobody volunteered an answer.
"Well somebody should sit there," Hammond said.
The chair remained empty for the duration of the meeting.
"...And that's all that happened," Sam concluded.
"Does anybody else have anything to add to that?" Hammond asked.
"No, that pretty much sums it up," Jack replied, speaking for both himself and Teal'C.
"Alright," Hammond nodding, "Head home then. Get plently of rest and I'll see
you four on Monday."
The three SG-1 members stood up and, as Sam and Teal'C headed to the lockers,
Jack paused at the door for a second. He regarded the General with a strange feeling
of unease as the object of his attention still sat at the head of the table furiously
taking notes down.
The action reminded him of somebody, but he couldn't think of who.
"General?" Jack said hesitantly.
"Yes Colonel?"
"Aren't there only three of us?"
"Pardon?"
"You said you'll see us four on Monday."
"Oh, I didn't noticed," Hammond replied, "My mistake Colonel."
"......"
"Something else on your mind?"
"...No. Nothing sir."
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Jack stared at the door. It was just like any other office door, tall and wooden and
capico brown, but at the same time it felt strange. The brass nameplate screwed
onto the door had no name on it. Again, it didn't look odd or out of place, but
something was definately amiss.
Jack put his hand onto the doorknob and turned it. It didn't stop, it just kept turning.
Life went on like that for a few minutes and Jack became aggrivated. There was
something behind this door that somebody didn't want him to see.
"Probably Feretti messing around with Spacemonkey again," Jack muttered as he
searched out a storage closet with a decent screwdriver within. Jack haulted in his
tracks suddenly, eyes wide. "What on earth is a space monkey?"
He shook his head ruefully at the odd combination of words and grabbed the
screwdriver off of the shelf in the closet and returned to the unmarked door.
Making short work of the hinges, Jack leaned the door against the wall and entered,
automatically flicking on the light.
Ancient texts overflowed the bookshelf in the far corner. A blackboard on wheels in
the other with a medium-sized desk pushed up against it. A computer surrounded
by scrolls and miscellaneous rocks sat on the desk.
"Artifacts Jack," a voice said in his head.
"Woah!" Jack said outside, "What on Earth?!"
Jack walked quickly over to the phone, which he know was going to be there, and
lifted the reciever, dialing quickly, methodically. It rang once.... twice...
"Hello?"
"Hey, Dr.Fraiser?"
"Colonel O'Neill, you sound distressed?"
"Yes Janet," Jack muttered, "I think I picked up some kind of alien disease."
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
"Hm."
"Hm?" Jack said as Janet looked at the back of his neck, "Is that a bad hm or a
good hm? Or a oh-my-God-Jacks-going-to-die hm?"
"That's an uh-oh-but-probably-nothing hm."
"What is it?"
"A bump. A very small bump at the base of your neck. I want to find out what it is."
"Are you going to x-ray my head?"
"Yes, I'm going to x-ray your head."
"And you say I don't pay attention..."
"I'll remember that the next time that you don't get enough sleep!"
"Hey, It's not me you should be worried about! Danny has more late nights that I do!"
"Danny?" Janet asked, "Who's that?"
Jack opened his mouth to speak, then closed it. Who WAS Danny?
"....I have no idea."
Janet looked at her patient wearily, "Okay Jack, maybe it's not a disease you have."
"No?"
"Maybe you have contracted somebody else's memories? Somebody who knows
somebody named Danny?"
"Maybe."
"Anyways, let's get this x-ray done."
The x-ray displayed a tiny object just inside of Jack's head. Janet, certain that it was
not supposed to be there and afraid it was some type of strange alien cancer or
something, wanted to remove it right away.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Jack's eyes were hazy as he opened them, groaning slightly.
"He's coming around!" somebody called. "Jack, Jack, how are you feeling?"
"I'm fine," he muttered. He looked around the faces of the room, "Where's Daniel?"
"Ecuse me sir?" Sam asked.
"Daniel. Where is he?"
"I don't know who you're talking about."
Like a flashflood of rain, the memory poured down on him. The unmarked office.
The forth man. The empty chair. Even earlier than that he recalled that strange
person coming through the gate. Tok'ra was it? No... It said it was a Tok'ra but it
was pretending. Why?
"Oh no..." Jack muttered, catching the tail-end of Janet's statement.
"...We took this out of him. Appears to be a microchip of sorts."
Janet looked at Jack, "Colonel?"
"Janet, look at Sam. Her neck, look at it. And yours. And everybodys. Somebody
was here. They wanted something and pretend to be a Tok'ra to get it. They
wanted him, Daniel. The fourth member of SG-1. And they took him and put those
things in our heads to make us forget."
YES!!! MWAHAHAHAHAHA!!!! Maaaan that's a bad deal.... *ahem* This is dedicated
to the only Jack O'Neill I own. MY Jacky... *sigh*
BRAINWAVE
Jack entered the breifing room. SG-1 had just gotten back from a mission on
PX4-ZH7 and he was exhausted. Hammond, Sam and Teal'C were already
there, so Jack just took his seat.
"Uh, are we missing somebody?" Jack asked, looking at the empty seat across
from him.
Hammond looked around the room at the faces. Sam. Teal'C. Jack.
"No," Hammond said, "Everybody is here."
"Then why isn't Sam sitting there? Why the empty space?" Jack inquired.
Everybody blinked and stared at the empty chair, looks of confusion upon their faces.
"Will it not be satisfactory for MajorCarter to sit there?" Teal'C asked.
Sam complied with a nodd of Hammond's bald Texas head, but, once seated,
she looked uncomfortable.
"This isn't my seat," Sam muttered, "I sit where I was."
"Whose seat is it?" Jack asked.
Nobody volunteered an answer.
"Well somebody should sit there," Hammond said.
The chair remained empty for the duration of the meeting.
"...And that's all that happened," Sam concluded.
"Does anybody else have anything to add to that?" Hammond asked.
"No, that pretty much sums it up," Jack replied, speaking for both himself and Teal'C.
"Alright," Hammond nodding, "Head home then. Get plently of rest and I'll see
you four on Monday."
The three SG-1 members stood up and, as Sam and Teal'C headed to the lockers,
Jack paused at the door for a second. He regarded the General with a strange feeling
of unease as the object of his attention still sat at the head of the table furiously
taking notes down.
The action reminded him of somebody, but he couldn't think of who.
"General?" Jack said hesitantly.
"Yes Colonel?"
"Aren't there only three of us?"
"Pardon?"
"You said you'll see us four on Monday."
"Oh, I didn't noticed," Hammond replied, "My mistake Colonel."
"......"
"Something else on your mind?"
"...No. Nothing sir."
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Jack stared at the door. It was just like any other office door, tall and wooden and
capico brown, but at the same time it felt strange. The brass nameplate screwed
onto the door had no name on it. Again, it didn't look odd or out of place, but
something was definately amiss.
Jack put his hand onto the doorknob and turned it. It didn't stop, it just kept turning.
Life went on like that for a few minutes and Jack became aggrivated. There was
something behind this door that somebody didn't want him to see.
"Probably Feretti messing around with Spacemonkey again," Jack muttered as he
searched out a storage closet with a decent screwdriver within. Jack haulted in his
tracks suddenly, eyes wide. "What on earth is a space monkey?"
He shook his head ruefully at the odd combination of words and grabbed the
screwdriver off of the shelf in the closet and returned to the unmarked door.
Making short work of the hinges, Jack leaned the door against the wall and entered,
automatically flicking on the light.
Ancient texts overflowed the bookshelf in the far corner. A blackboard on wheels in
the other with a medium-sized desk pushed up against it. A computer surrounded
by scrolls and miscellaneous rocks sat on the desk.
"Artifacts Jack," a voice said in his head.
"Woah!" Jack said outside, "What on Earth?!"
Jack walked quickly over to the phone, which he know was going to be there, and
lifted the reciever, dialing quickly, methodically. It rang once.... twice...
"Hello?"
"Hey, Dr.Fraiser?"
"Colonel O'Neill, you sound distressed?"
"Yes Janet," Jack muttered, "I think I picked up some kind of alien disease."
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
"Hm."
"Hm?" Jack said as Janet looked at the back of his neck, "Is that a bad hm or a
good hm? Or a oh-my-God-Jacks-going-to-die hm?"
"That's an uh-oh-but-probably-nothing hm."
"What is it?"
"A bump. A very small bump at the base of your neck. I want to find out what it is."
"Are you going to x-ray my head?"
"Yes, I'm going to x-ray your head."
"And you say I don't pay attention..."
"I'll remember that the next time that you don't get enough sleep!"
"Hey, It's not me you should be worried about! Danny has more late nights that I do!"
"Danny?" Janet asked, "Who's that?"
Jack opened his mouth to speak, then closed it. Who WAS Danny?
"....I have no idea."
Janet looked at her patient wearily, "Okay Jack, maybe it's not a disease you have."
"No?"
"Maybe you have contracted somebody else's memories? Somebody who knows
somebody named Danny?"
"Maybe."
"Anyways, let's get this x-ray done."
The x-ray displayed a tiny object just inside of Jack's head. Janet, certain that it was
not supposed to be there and afraid it was some type of strange alien cancer or
something, wanted to remove it right away.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Jack's eyes were hazy as he opened them, groaning slightly.
"He's coming around!" somebody called. "Jack, Jack, how are you feeling?"
"I'm fine," he muttered. He looked around the faces of the room, "Where's Daniel?"
"Ecuse me sir?" Sam asked.
"Daniel. Where is he?"
"I don't know who you're talking about."
Like a flashflood of rain, the memory poured down on him. The unmarked office.
The forth man. The empty chair. Even earlier than that he recalled that strange
person coming through the gate. Tok'ra was it? No... It said it was a Tok'ra but it
was pretending. Why?
"Oh no..." Jack muttered, catching the tail-end of Janet's statement.
"...We took this out of him. Appears to be a microchip of sorts."
Janet looked at Jack, "Colonel?"
"Janet, look at Sam. Her neck, look at it. And yours. And everybodys. Somebody
was here. They wanted something and pretend to be a Tok'ra to get it. They
wanted him, Daniel. The fourth member of SG-1. And they took him and put those
things in our heads to make us forget."