Title: Displaced
Author: Maria Lucas
Category: Mystery/Supernatural
Spoilers: This takes place after Abyss, however, only small references are made and the story can pretty much stand alone.
Summary: What happens when a troubled young woman possesses Sam? As if this hasn't happened before. Here comes trouble.
Disclaimer: Stargate: SG1 and all characters associated with the television show belong to MGM, World Gekko Corp, Double Secret, and USA/Sci-Fi Network. There is no way in the world I'd be able to make money off this and if you think I am you need to get your head examined. Smooches Peace Love and Happiness. ;P
Author's Note: Okay, y'all this is my first endeavor into Stargate: SG1 fanfic. I haven't written in awhile and I usually focus on The X-Files, but having gotten into Stargate, I've been bitten by the writer's bug yet again so be gentle. It is also a work in progress so I've only the first 2 chapters to post. This way I figure I have that extra incentive to write, finish and entertain all you lovely people. So length will most assuredly depend on any reviews I may receive. Thanks again peeps!!
Chapter 1
Where am I? What am I building? Soldering tool, metal wire and a circuit board? Feels like I've been holding these for a while. Oh crap, oh crap, oh crap. What's going on? My head is buzzing. Why can't I remember anything? Okay, Jenna, get your bearings. Get your bearings. Calm down and breathe. In. Out. In. Out.
All right then. I'm in a room. A gray electronics room. Lots of high-tech stuff of which the only things I recognize is the laptop, phone and a chalkboard with equations and diagrams. Okay, and one door. What's on the other side of the door? If this is another high school from hell dream I'm screwed.
All right, Jenna, put down the tools, go to the door, crack it open slowly, then peek out.
More gray walls, a floor with red, yellow and blue stripes and people passing by dressed in fatigues. Hmm, I'm in fatigues. What the hell am I doing in fatigues!? Now the real question should be do I leave and find a way out and then figure out what's happened later or stay here and wait to see who comes looking for me and then use my so-called wits to lie and scheme towards the truth of my situation? Yeah right, I couldn't lie if my life depended on it. Option one it is.
First things first. Self inventory. Swiss army knife, pen, some sort of key card, badge, and a pack of lifesavers. I could use one of those right now.
Okay, badge. Major Samantha Carter, SG1. Mirror, mirror, where are you? How about a nice shinny surface? This can't be right. I'm Major Samantha Carter!? I'm not Samantha, am I? I don't feel like a Samantha and last time I checked I was of the Asian persuasion. I'm Jenna. Jenna, Jenna, Jenna! Aren't I? Of course I am. Calm yourself, girl before you give yourself a coronary. Breathe.
Well, at least I'm not ugly. I wonder what SG1 is? Whatever. I need to make a decision. I really don't want to go exploring into unknown territory. What am I going to do? Wait a minute. I'll just dial the operator. And say what? 'Hello, I'm currently residing in the body of one Major Samantha Carter. Can you tell me whom I'm supposed to talk to about misplacing my body? I don't believe I've ever done it before and I'm not quite sure about the procedures dictating such an occurrence.' They'll probably throw me in a cell or something.
Okay, then back to plan A. But where do I go? Having no idea of who Samantha Carter is, where she…I live, let alone how to get out of this building. I truly am screwed.
Well, hello there. 'In case of fire, do not use elevator. Follow the red line all the way to your nearest exit.' Problem solved.
"Knock, knock. Hey, Carter, General Hammond wants us in the boardroom in 20 for a mission briefing for our return trip to P-90. He wants to discuss the applications of some of the technology their offering up for trade."
Oh shit! Jenna instinctively recoiled into herself at the sudden appearance of the man behind her. He was tall with graying hair also wearing fatigues with a matching cap sticking out of a side pocket. However, her nerves were already raw with anxiety and fear made her recoil nonetheless. In an instant she found herself looking down what she could only describe as vertigo induced tunnel vision. She felt her heart quickening, her body growing weak. The last thing she was able to focus on was the startled look of surprise of the man standing before her right before she felt herself begin fall to the hard concrete floor.
Jenna was barely aware of the hands that shook her then checked for a pulse. She could hear the man calling for help as if whispering though she was certain he was shouting. The following moments were a whirl of confused voices and images as people worked on her trying to figure out what was wrong. Then she felt something. Something that she hadn't really focused on before. That buzzing she first felt in her head when she found herself in that lonely gray room. It was getting stronger. The mere overwhelming presence of it pushed her deeper into the fog of her mind as it pushed itself forward. As it grew stronger she began to understand. This presence was another mind, and not just any mind. It was Samantha's.
Major Samantha Carter awoke with a start to find herself lying on a gurney in the infirmary. Dr. Janet Fraser and the two nurses assisting her were frozen in surprise as she quickly sat up suddenly alert of everything that was going on around her. Wires were connected to her arms and forehead and those were connected too various diagnostic equipment. At the foot of the gurney stood Colonel Jack O'Neill and to his right and behind him she saw General Hammond rushing in through the door.
"Sam," asked Janet, "How do you feel?"
"I feel fine," she replied as Janet check her eyes with a penlight. "What's going on? What am I doing in the infirmary?" The doctor looked to Jack to answer that question as she continued to examine Sam, taking her blood pressure and checking her pulse.
"All I know is I came to tell you about a mission briefing and you turned, stared at me, and down you went."
"What's the last thing you remember, Major?"
Sam turned to General Hammond and paused as Janet drew some of her blood before answering his question. "The last thing I remember was working on a circuit board and then I was here."
"You weren't working on a circuit board when I saw you." Said Jack.
"What?"
"Sam," Janet asked, "do you remember feeling odd? Dizziness, nausea, headache, anything unusual at all?"
"Honestly I felt…feel fine. Other than the fact that one minute I was working the next I was here."
Janet turned to Gen. Hammond. "Sir, I can't find anything wrong with her and I won't know anything more until I do the blood work analysis."
"So what do you recommend, Dr.?"
"I want her to stay in the infirmary until I've given her a full and thorough examination. I would also like to examine the rest of SG1 just incase this is some viral infection they could have picked up on P-90."
"Come on, Doc, I feel fine. Besides you said we were fine when you check us out after we got back from there last trip." Said Jack.
"Sam says she feels fine too. Besides I want to make sure that I didn't miss anything just to be on the safe side. Now hop onto the next bed, Colonel, so I can get some of that stubborn blood of yours. That's an order."
Giving the Colonel one of his stern looks to make sure that he complied, the General turned to the Janet. "I'll send Teal'c and Jonas to you as soon as possible, Doctor."
"Thank you, Sir."
Sam watched the General leave as Janet turned her attentions back to Jack. She watched as the doctor fussed over the Colonel like a mother as Jack muttered something about not being the one who fainted and how he shouldn't have to endure examinations to prove that there was nothing wrong with him. Sam knew it was really all talk and that he had the utmost respect for Dr. Fraser having recently come out from under her care. He, of all of them understood the necessity of the exams having been subject to more than his fair share of alien infections.
Lying back down, Sam let Jack's mutterings slide into the background and decided to try and focus on the events surrounding her apparent collapse (she refused to see it as a fainting spell). She truly had felt fine since coming back from P-90 the day before. She hadn't eaten anything from P-90, or T'Mora as the people called it, on their last trip, and since being back she had driven straight home after the mission debriefing. She remembered deciding to just find something to eat at home when a sudden storm made it to inconvenient to get out of her car for some take out. Once home she had made dinner, worked on her laptop, and gone to bed early when the storm caused a power outage knocking out her whole side of the block. Then she got up, showered, changed, and was soon out the door and driving to work. Once on duty she met up with the other members of SG1 and had breakfast as usual talking about this and that before heading to her office to finish a little project that she had started the week before. During that whole time she had felt fine. Not even a sneeze had been present to interrupt her work and then she was here.
Okay, let's run down the checklist. Bottom to top. Toes. Check. Legs. Check. Stomach and digestive track. Breakfast borrito is running its course. Check. Lung and heart. Check and double check. Head's clear. Che…wait a minute. I feel a bit of a buzz. Was that there before? Better tell Janet.
"Janet?"
"Yes?"
"I feel a bit of a buzz in my head. Wait a minute. It's gone."
Janet came back to Sam, checking one of the monitors before checking Sam's eyes again. "I'm not reading anything. What exactly did it feel like?"
"It felt like a tiny bee buzzing around in the back of my mind. Kind of like white noise. But it's gone now."
"It's probably nothing, but let's keep you hooked up just in case. Tell me if it reoccurs. For all we know you're just overworked. You spend way too much time at that workbench of yours than you should, you know."
Janet left Sam to go and oversee the blood work analysis. Jack stretched out on his side and propped his head up on his shoulder and watched Sam as she stared at one of the monitors. He would never admit it out loud, but Sam's little fainting spell had scared him. Now she had complained of a buzzing sensation in her head and she had no memory of him coming to her office. It reminded him too much of when Ka'an had tagged along in his body and if one of those damned Goa'uld parasites had hijacked his friend he wouldn't know what he'd do. Based on what he'd been told, though, having been infested by one of those "symbiotes" he should be able to detect one in another host. He could sense the parasite in Teal'c when he stood close but was still unsure as to what he should feel when near someone playing host. Although if he'd give any of the Tok'ra the time of day, he'd be more sure. As it was, he was still pretty angry at the results of his own blending with Ka'an even if it did initially save his life, he suffered and literally died enough times after Ka'an left him to make him wonder if he'd ever forgive or trust the Tok'ra ever again. He'll just have to wait and talk to Teal'c about it when Sam wasn't around. Just to be on the safe side.