Here's just part one of a short story that demanded to be written. It wouldn't leave me alone until I'd gotten it down on paper...well, the computer!
Hope you like it! Please R & R! Pretty please?
BETWEEN TWO WORLDS
By Lingren
Category: Angst; Action, Drama, Hurt/comfort.
Season: Any after Sam is promoted to Major, up to Meridian.
Spoilers: None really.
Summary: Lost memories return in random flashes for one member of the team.
Disclaimer: I don't own Stargate SG-1, which is a shame, because there would definitely be some ship in there if I did. But, as I don't, I'm merely borrowing them for a while and I promise to put them back as good as new afterwards.
Author's notes: The drugs mentioned in the story are fictitious, coming from my own imagination. Any similarity to real drugs are purely coincidental, so please bear with me and all will be revealed as you read. I hope!
BETWEEN TWO WORLDS
by Lingren
Chapter 1 – Who Am I?
"I'm not crazy!" the man lying on the hospital bed whined in confusion.
"Of course you're not Darrin! Nobody is saying you are," the doctor placated his patient in a soothing voice.
"Darrin?" the patient queried.
"That's your name."
"It is?"
The doctor smiled at the straightforward question.
"Yes it is," he replied patiently.
"I don't remember."
"I know," the doctor responded with a pat to his shoulder. "Don't worry, we'll help you to recall everything in time. Just relax."
"Darrin," Darrin sighed, testing the sound of it on his lips and digging through his jumbled mind to find the memories of his past.
Doctor Marner glanced up and frowned at his assistant while his patient was occupied with his name.
"I want 5mg of Anthenanol every 4 hours."
"Yes Doctor."
"Now then, I want you to get some sleep Darrin. I'll be back in the morning to see you. Goodnight!"
Darrin looked up and gave a crooked half smile and a distracted nod, still preoccupied with recollecting the past.
"My head hurts," he whined. Thinking hurt.
"I know, but that's because of the damage caused by your accident," Marner said patronisingly. "Garna will give you something for it in a moment." He nodded to the nurse and turned on his heel, walking quickly from the room.
Garna smiled down at Darrin before injecting the correct amount of drug into his IV.
Darrin closed his eyes involuntarily as the pull of the drug entering his system made him so sleepy he could no longer stay awake. The fascination with his name and who he was, forgotten when sleep claimed his consciousness.
Garna left him to sleep and closed the door behind her, locking it securely, taking one more peek at him through the square of glass in the door before she walked away. Safe in the knowledge that he should sleep for several hours.
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As Darrin slept the deep sleep of the drugged, his memories stirred.
Another explosion rocked the area where he was holed up. Debris rained down on him and he shook the dust of stone and mud from his hair. He didn't even think about where or when he had lost his hat; it didn't matter. The most important thing was to get through the gate.
Darrin stirred, his eyes moving rapidly behind the long lashes. He woke suddenly with a painful jolt; his heart racing. Beads of sweat glistened over his forehead and he was panting for breath as if he'd been running.
He would have sat up, but his body still hurt from his mishap. He'd been told he'd taken a nasty tumble down a flight of stairs, eventually knocking himself out. It was true, he'd felt battered and bruised; his ribs were sore and he had several cuts and abrasions over his face and body, but he didn't remember a thing about it.
Now, as the remnants of the dream came back to him, he sighed in despair. He'd had them every time he'd fallen asleep and they felt so real, but the images were at odds with what they had told him about what had happened. He'd come to, two days ago to find his whole life missing from his memory and he only had their word on what had been his life before.
This place, they'd said, was a secure hospital, and he was here because he was a danger to the population; he became violent so that's why he'd been locked up.
So why was it he didn't believe them? And what were these dreams really all about? Doctor Marner had said he'd been to the patient's lounge only minutes before he'd fallen, and that he'd been watching the news about the war, so perhaps his mind was replaying those scenes being the most recent thing on his mind.
He just didn't know; he wasn't sure about anything.
He made himself comfortable again, now that his breathing had returned to normal, and reluctantly let sleep overtake him.
OoOoOoOoO
The noise of battle grew louder; there were shouts from both sides, and screams of pain from those injured.
"Get back to the gate!"
"We're cut off. They've gotten behind us!"
He swung round when a blast nearby came from his left side. He opened fire with his weapon; spitting certain death to those brave or idiotic enough to show themselves.
He ran to another rocky outcrop, firing behind him as he went. The noise and the smoke filling his whole being with fear for his friends lives.
He took out the two enemy soldiers, then screamed into his radio.
"Go now. Daniel dial it up and let's get the hell outta here! I'll cover your sixes!"
Another explosion of debris littered the ground near his feet, but he was well covered behind his temporary refuge. His weapon fired in retaliation, satisfied when another of the enemy fell victim to his anger.
He breathed a sigh of relief when he heard the wormhole open up and he turned to see Daniel crouching beside the DHD for shelter, explosions all around him.
"Go!" he yelled.
"Sir?"
"Carter!"
Darrin tossed and turned as he fought the demon dream until he came back to the present only to find that he was being held tightly by wrist and ankle bindings. He was strapped down to the bed. His eyes flew open to find Doctor Marner leaning over him with a concerned frown marring his normally placid features.
"Darrin, it's okay. You're safe. We had to strap you down to stop you from hurting yourself."
"No!" he cried. "Please don't!" Whatever he was in the past, he knew that he hated to be confined. He felt vulnerable. His temple throbbed, his thoughts jumbled and once again he was sweating and shaking from the nightmare that had plagued him. He watched, slightly panicked as the doctor injected something into the IV port, helpless to stop him adding to the cocktail of drugs already flowing through his veins.
Doctor Marner smiled reassuringly as he finished with the syringe.
"It's just to calm you down Darrin. That's all. Don't worry about it. You'll soon be feeling better.
Darrin could feel the calm wash over him, and the horrifying images were gradually fading away once more.
"Who is Daniel?" he asked desperately trying to put the dream into perspective before it left him feeling hollow and confused. "And Carter?"
"Daniel? I don't know, nor Carter. Perhaps they were old friends of yours. Work associates or maybe just some people you've met."
"Why am I here?"
Now Marner's face looked confused.
"I told you that Darrin, you had a bad fall. Do you not remember?"
"Yes, but this isn't..." his memories were vague, but this wasn't a proper hospital. He had visions of a room full of beds lined up against one wall, and there were grey walls. "This is different."
Dr. Marner sighed and smiled sadly, then pursed his lips, hesitating over what to answer.
"Apart from falling and hurting yourself, you had a brain injury Darrin. Your friends left you with us so that we could help you. You had become too violent and we had to sedate you and keep you here."
Darrin shook his head slightly, wincing with pain at the movement. That didn't sound like him at all, he wasn't a violent person, was he? He just wished he could remember.
"How long have I been here?"
"Almost two weeks now Darrin. Your other injuries are healing nicely, but you'll be sore for a little while still.
He closed his eyes, trying to shut everything out. He wasn't sure about anything, and for some reason it hurt to know that his friends had just abandoned him here. Had he been here that long?
A sudden flicker from the dream had him opening his eyes again fearing the return of the nightmare.
"JACK!" The scream came from the man he had called Daniel and even as the scream reached his ears, so did the explosion of pain and darkness.
TBC