A/N: Heay, thanks for the reviews. I was very happy with them. Don't know how much I'll be able to update aver the next two weeks cause I'm going to America on the 15th for a week and I've A LOAD to do to get ready so hopefully I'll get another chapter after this up. I hope.
Warnings: - Descriptions of self-harm, may include suicide in later chapters. Eh language, Pre- Slash. Rating may change. Yea that's about it for now. I will change this though if there's anything else.
Disclaimer:- I do not now nor have I ever owned the rights to Stargate SG-1. That lovely privilege belongs to the people in Gekko Film Corp and Showtime. I'm just borrowing the characters. Promise I'll return them good as new.
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General Hammond's POV:
I'm sitting in my office remembering the debriefing yesterday with SG-1. It didn't go as well as I had planned.
"So what happened in the Metsoins home world?" I asked.
No one at the table looked eager to start, but Jack ploughed ahead as always.
"We were brought to a palace and told to stand guard outside the King's room. We were not allowed to enter. After about 24hous his wife comes out of the room and informs us the king has croaked it. Next thing we know his uncle shows up saying he's the King now and to leave or they'll open fire on us. We retreated."
"And what of Prince Lamenkesh?" I ask.
"We didn't see him, Sir. We think he may still have been searching for a companion." Major Cater answered.
"So the mission…" I started.
"…was a complete failure!" Jack finished for me.
"And the treaty?"
"Sir, I can't see the new King agreeing to speak with us. He was quite, adamant in our departure." Major Carter said.
"Very well. SG-1 one you have a day's down time. Don't waste it." I tell them.
As Dr. Jackson is leaving I pull him to the side and explain that he'll have to make his own arrangements with Dr. McNally for the next day. He shifts around uncomfortably but tells me nothing. I accept it, for now.
I hope Dr. Jackson did as I requested and arranged a time to meet with Dr. McNally today.
Daniels POV:
When I woke up I left the room and showered. When I was ready I went down stairs and smelled breakfast.
"How long have you been up, Jack?" I ask.
"Oh, not long, about an hour."
I'm surprised.
"Breakfast smells amazing…" and it does too. Pancakes with syrup, blueberries, and of course the option of sugar and lemon. I sit down at the table and Jack gives me a plate. I pour syrup over them and dig in. When Jack sits with me he adds blueberries and we happily munch our breakfasts together.
"Thanks, Jack. These are delicious."
"I try…" We eat in silence for a few more minutes before I break it. I can see Jack is looking at me out of the corner off his eye. I want him to relax around me, I can tell that he's walking on eggshells at the moment and I don't like it one bit.
"Say Jack, why don't we go out?" He looks up from his plate and stares at me for a minute.
"Out? Where?"
"Oh, I don't know. There must be something we can do. A game maybe?"
"You…you want to go to a game?"
"Eh…yeah. I suppose so."
"Okay, who are you and what have you done with Daniel Jackson?"
"Jaaack…" I whine.
"Well…okay. There's a hockey game on tonight at 2000. I'll book tickets. We can go out for dinner before to if you want?"
"Yeah, I'd like that."
"Okay then. Sweet."
I'm smiling for the rest of the morning. It's true I don't like hockey all that much, but I don't know why I'm fidgety. I need to do…something…anything to distract me from the itch.
I'm sitting in the living room trying to read a book. I say trying because as much as I want to read it my mind won't let me. I keep thinking about Dr. McNally and how I'm avoiding him. I know I shouldn't, but I'm just too angry to go back to him just yet. I'm too much of a coward to face him right now anyway.
"Daniel, I'm not…eh I don't mean any harm but…"
"Jack, spit it out…"
"Don't you have a session with McNally today?"
My hands grip my book tight, knuckles turning white under the pressure. I take a deep breath and tell him what I'd been preparing all day.
"No, Jack. He and I have an agreement. I don't have to have a session if I really don't think I need it. Right now I just want to have a relaxing day and a good night out. The session won't allow me that…"
"Okay, fair enough. I was just curious."
"Curiosity killed the cat…"
"Ah but Daniel, satisfaction brought him back…"
I stick my tongue out at him. Not the most mature response, but I think it got my point across.
I feel guilty about lying to Jack but I'll see McNally tomorrow. It'll be okay. I hope.
By 18:00 I'm out the door and Jack is driving us both to an Indian restaurant before the hockey game. I'm looking forward to it surprisingly. I think I need this. I was completely right in not going to my session today. Absolutely!
Once in the restaurant I relax. I've always loved going out for a meal. Just something about it appeals to me. We order our food and just revel in each other's presence.
"So what brought this on?" Jack asks me.
"What? Going out tonight?"
"Yeah. Normally I have to pry you away from your work…"
Yes, well normally I'm not trying to avoid thinking about hiding from my therapist.
"Oh well, you know. I just wanted to get out of the house for a while."
It also helps in case Dr. McNally decides to make a surprise visit tonight. I'd been terrified all day that he'd drop in. Now if he does neither of us will be there. Good, no? Besides it had been a while since Jack and I have had just a good night out together. It was nice to get out and not have to worry about saving the world or if I'm going to have a nervous breakdown. No, I needed this and I was going to enjoy it as much as humanly possible.
"Daniel…Earth to Daniel…"
"Huh?"
"You spaced out." he said by way of explanation.
"Oh. Sorry." I blush. "I was just thinking how much I needed this night out."
I laugh a little. He stares at me for a second longer before accepting my answer. I think. Before he can say anything though, the food is brought out. We tuck in. The food is delicious.
I pay for the meal as Jack has paid for the hockey tickets on his credit card. At the match we only buy soft drinks, full from our meal. Unfortunately, Jacks team loses, but its okay. We had a good night out. For the first time in a LONG time I haven't had to fake my smile. Maybe I really don't need these sessions at all…
Dr. McNally's POV:
I'm not impressed. Yesterday Daniel was supposed to check in with me for his session. He never rang and I heard no word from anyone else about him. I genuinely feel that if Daniel feels he needs an off-day that he should take it. I'll be the first to tell you that anyone who is having daily sessions is going to need a break now and then. They are extremely draining.
However I do expect the common curtsey of being informed before my patient takes the session off. I didn't bother to contact Daniel yesterday as it is his decision alone whether or not he wishes to continue with these sessions. I intend to give him until tomorrow before I go looking for him. If he hasn't come to me before then I'll be forced to take action. Not to mention his refusal to talk about his time in foster care has worried me greatly.
Jacks POV:
Something's up with Daniel. I know it. He's jumpy and twitchy and keeps looking over his shoulder. It's starting to get on my nerves. What's bad though is that when we came into the base today, it got WORSE! It's starting to worry me.
"Daniel, calm down!" I tell him.
He jumps about a foot in the air. The others look at him surprised by his reaction. We're in Carters lab. She's working on some doo-hicky that's suppose to help enhance gate dial-out timing. Or something like that. I really haven't a clue.
"Is something wrong, Daniel?" Sam asks him in the best 'big-sister voice' I've ever heard.
"Wrong? No, no of course not. Nothing's wrong. But, I think I'll just go for a walk. Yeah, a walk will be good. Yeah, see you guys later." He waves and leaves the lab.
"Well that was…"
"…strange?" I finish for her.
"Should we follow him?"
"No, I don't think so. Whatever it is he needs to come to us himself. If we push he'll just clam up even more." I tell her.
"That…actually…makes sense." Says Carter.
"What? I can make sense too you know!"
"Of course sir. I didn't mean any…"
"Carter! Relax!"
Dr. McNally' POV:
I look up from my work when I hear my door slam…I'm not sure what surprises me more…the fact Daniel turned up, or that Daniel turned up when he clearly needed help.
"Daniel, what can I do for you?" I watch as he leans against my now closed door. His breathing is ragged and his head is hung low.
"Daniel? Daniel, what's wrong?"
He shakes his head and I lead him over to my coach.
"Shh, it's okay, Daniel. Take all the time you need."
He swallows and nods his head quickly. He does all he can to get himself back under control. When he has calmed down a little more he moves away from me somewhat.
"Are you okay now?" I ask him.
He nods. He has yet to speak to me. It's worrying me big time.
"What happened, Daniel?"
"I'm sorry" he whispers to me.
"Sorry? Sorry for what?"
"I got arrogant. I thought I didn't need you, that I was fine on my own. I'm sorry."
"Daniel, it's a good thing that you know you need help, but you are okay. Not 100% but close. You won't need me forever. I promise." I try to re assure him but I'm not sure how much is getting through to him…
"I feel like…I'm losing control. Like I'm not me anymore. I don't know, that's crazy right? Maybe I really am crazy…"
"Daniel, you're not crazy. And I know it's scary when things seem so out of your control. But you can get it back. You're still you…but you're just under pressure."
"Don't give me that pressure crap, Doc! I know better."
"Okay. But Daniel, you are still you. Okay? You're still you." I wait a minute before talking again.
"Daniel, why didn't you come to see me yesterday? Daniel?"
"I thought I was all right without it…"
"Yes. You told me that, but what else?"
"Nothing…"
"Daniel, one rule."
"…I was…I didn't want to see you…"
"Okay and why was that? I thought we were getting along in these sessions."
"We were…"
"But we're not now?"
"NO! We still are…"
"But…"
"But, after the…l-last session I just…"
"You thought I'd bring up what we'd discussed. Daniel, I told you if there's something you don't want
to discuss, I won't push you about it!"
"I know, I'm sorry. I know, but I just…panicked."
"Look, Daniel, I won't push, I promised I wouldn't, but if there's something that's scaring me so much I'd tell someone about it! Hear me out!" I say when he starts to move. "It doesn't have to be me, or even the Colonel. It could be your fish for all I know, but whatever it is, you need to say it. Okay!"
"Saying it'll make it real." he whispers.
"Maybe, but it might also make you feel better. You've tried your way this long. Why don't you give my way a try?"
"I'll think about it."
"Okay, let me know…"
"I said, I'd think about it! Not that I'd do it!"
"Okay. That's fine Daniel. It's okay."
We continued the rest of our session in much the same matter. I hoped that, if things went according to plan, Daniel would be ready to reduce his sessions in two weeks. At the end of the session everything had gotten quiet.
"Daniel, is there anything else you'd like to discuss?"
"No, I think that's it doc."
"Okay then. There's just one thing. Have you given any thought to my suggestion about the group session?"
"Eh, yeah, kind 'a."
"And?"
"I suppose…it might be a good idea…"
"Good. Okay then. How about tomorrow? I'll get everyone together. When I get a time that suits everyone, I'll let you know."
"Right, thanks…" Daniel left then.
I hoped I was making the right decisions with him.
"General."
"Come in, Dr. McNally. What can I do for you?"
"Sir, I was wondering if I could get you to join me and Daniel for a group session tomorrow? As I understand it SG-1 is not scheduled to go off-world then."
"Doctor, what would actually happen?"
"Well sir, I'm hoping to get you, the rest of SG-1 and Dr. Fraiser to join us. Basically Daniel has a few things to work out about the incident with Ma'cello. He and I think it might help if he was to…express what the situation did to him. It will also give you all a chance to clear bridges. Make no mistake, Daniel will not sit there and hurl abuse at you by any means, but it is important that he get rid of any anger or hurt he is still feeling."
"Very well, Doctor. If it's what you think is best. I'll have the others meet us in, the debriefing room tomorrow at 11:00?"
"That'll be fine, General. Thank-you." I left the room and went to inform Daniel about the times.
Then next day I was sitting in the debriefing room waiting for the others. When everyone was here except Daniel I stood up and started.
"Thank-you all for coming to support Daniel today."
"Well where else would we be?" Says Colonel O'Neill.
"I agree with the colonel, we want to…"
"That's the first thing I wanted to talk about. Sir, with your permission, for this session I'd like to, do away with the formalities of rank. Just for now, to make things more comfortable for Daniel. Remind him that he's among friends."
I turn to the General who nods to give his consent.
"Thank-you. Now, Daniel should be here any minute. I told him to give me some time to explain things. Basically, what will happen is Daniel will tell you how things happened from his point of view…"
"We already have Dr. Jac…sorry, Daniel's report on the matter."
"George, I'm sorry but you have his formal report. He would have left a lot out. His personal feelings and such. Now, after he has done that, you can all speak. Obviously not all at once. Though I have a feeling that throughout Daniel's rendition of his experience we will stop several times for him to add. You all at some point or another. Now George, this room is off limits for the next hour or so right?"
"Yes. The air men have been told that the room is off-limits for two hours unless it's a matter of security."
"Very well." I sit down and we wait for Daniel. After about 10 minutes he walks into the room slowly. Head bowed. He coughs.
"Sorry, I eh…"
"Don't worry, Daniel, sit down." I say.
He sits and takes a quick look at everyone in the room before looking down again.
"Eh…I assume Dr. McNally has told you all what this is about…" There's a couple of yes' and a couple of nods.
"Right, then. So where do I start?" He asks.
"The beginning is always good…" Jack says with a shrug of his shoulders. He makes Daniel smile.
That's good. Daniel coughs again.
"Okay…well…"
We sit there and Daniel tells his story. The others are all pale. We're nearly finished now.
"I hated that room. That DAMN room!! They took my glasses. As if things weren't bad enough I couldn't even see!! They said it was so I wouldn't hurt myself but they never even BOTHERED to look at my arms. All the injections, all of them, were in the neck. I hated them. And then you came. Jack, Sam, Teal'c. You came to see me. And I thought you'd come to take me out at first. DO YOU KNOW HOW IT FELT TO REALISE YOUR FRIENDS WERE LEAVING YOU THERE TO ROT!?"
"Calm down Daniel," I tell him. I see he breathes for a few minutes before opening his eyes and looking at everybody again.
"Sorry, I'm sorry. It's just, I was scared. So, so scared. And then I saw it. That thing entered Teal'c, and you didn't believe me! You wouldn't believe me…"
"Daniel…" Sam starts to talk.
"Shh, Sam, let him finish." She nod, albeit a little reluctantly. Daniel continues.
"And Janet, I was there in the first place because you gave up on me. How could you g-give up on me??"
Daniel then turned towards the General, "You signed the forms. You agreed. How could you sign my life away when you KNEW that we'd brought things back through the gate before? Heck, if you think about the disease we brought back from the dark side of the 'Land of Light', surly it MUST have been obvious that I wasn't just crazy. Right?"
"Daniel…" Several people in the room started. They stopped, looked at one-another and it was decided that Janet speak first.
"Daniel, you can't know just how sorry I feel for what was done to you. I hold myself completely responsible. You are right; we see so many unusual things brought back through the gate that I shouldn't have dismissed you like I did. The only thing I have in my defense was that Dr. McKenzie…"
"…influenced you? Is that what you were going to say, Janet? Cause if it is, then you can save your breath. I don't care what McKenzie said to you, you still went along with it."
Time to interfere I think.
"Daniel, stop. That's uncalled for…"
"Well, so was what she did!"
"Daniel…"
"No…he's right! I deserved that. But, Daniel, I am sorry."
I watch as Daniel sighs.
"I know, Janet. I am too. I know you wouldn't have signed those forms if you hadn't got good reasons but, it just…well it hurt."
"What about me, Daniel?" The General has spoken up and Daniel is now scrutinizing him.
"I understand you were only doing what the information in front of you supported. I was angry, but I'm not now. Not anymore."
"Thank-you, Daniel. And for what it's worth, I am sorry you were sent to that place. I'm so sorry we didn't trust you."
Daniel just nodded at him in acceptance.
"What about the others, Daniel?" I indicate the rest of SG-1. He looks towards them but, his eyes give nothing away.
"They did me the greatest disservice of all. They left me there too rot. They knew who I was, but obviously they didn't know me as much as they should have. They were WRONG! How could you have gotten it wrong? I though you knew me! Why didn't you know me? I've NEVER let anyone get as close to me as I have you three. Why wasn't that good enough?"
I feel the raw pain coming off him in waves.
"Do you want to know what I felt when you left me there?"
"Of course, Daniel!" Sam exclaims.
The colonel is silent; this is hurting him more than he is letting on and from what I've observed Teal'c never really shows much emotion in any situation.
"Really! Well I tell you what I felt. Pain, just RAW PAIN! I was alone in that room. I started banging on the walls just so I could try to feel something. Only I couldn't even do that! Why? Cause the walls were padded! The floor was padded! Everything was FUCKING PADDED! I had no way to know I was alive. I was so drugged that I couldn't move my arms. I thought I was dead. That I wasn't real. I forgot how to 'feel'. You did that. You left me there like that." Daniel put his hands up to his face, but he didn't cry. He was simple worn out. There was a glass of water in front of him and he took a large drink of it.
"Daniel…I don't know what to say…" Sam was very pale now and I could see tear tracks on her cheeks.
"Me neither, Sam. Me neither."
"How do we fix this, Daniel? Tell me, tell us what to do it fix this and we'll do it…" she pleads with him.
"There is nothing, Sam. There's nothing to fix it. But…we have moved on, and that's good enough for me. I just…I needed to get this out in the open. Dr. McNally explained how it would help to get this out of my system."
Sam left her chair and went to hug Daniel. She whispered something in his ear but I couldn't hear. Afterwards she sat back down and everyone looked to Teal'c and Jack.
"Daniel Jackson, it is clear I have done many a great disservices to you. And yet you have always forgiven me. I do not expect it this time…"
"Teal'c, stop! We're good. Okay. I'm…well, I wouldn't say okay with what happened but I'm putting it behind me. You and I have nothing to worry about."
Teal'c inclines his head towards Daniel. I imagine I see a ghost of a smile on the Jaffa's face. Now there's just Jack left. I hold my breath.
"Well, I'm not going to apologize again. Daniel, you and I, we've said our peace."
Everyone is kind 'a shocked. I knew that they had spoken, but Daniel had not told me the whole conversation.
"Yes, we have."
"But Daniel, I will say this. On this team you are a valued member and we do trust you. We mightn't always show it in the right way, but it's true. You mean a lot to us Daniel and we'll go to hell and back to protect you. Even if that means protecting you from ourselves."
Daniel nods. And Jack claps him on the shoulder.
"Right, is that it doc?" Jack asks me.
"I believe so, unless there's anything Daniel wants to add?" Everyone looks at Daniel.
"No worries, I'm not going to annoy you any longer." He says it, trying to joke, but no one is laughing.
"Daniel, it is NEVER any trouble listening to you. Okay?!"
He nods again, a small blush filtering across his cheeks.
"Thanks Janet."
"Right, you can go!" I tell them.
Everyone stands up to leave, but Jack has a smirk on his face. He indicates something to the Sam and Teal'c and before anyone knows what's happening the three of them have wrapped Daniel up in a big group hug. It's good to hear him laughing.
Daniels POV:
It had felt good to finally tell them all how I had felt. I really had needed it. However, when Jack, Sam and Teal'c had hugged me I finally felt that we'd be okay. For real this time.
I'm at home now. Funny how after such a short time I have come to see Jack's house as home. My home, with my room. I know it really isn't mine, but for now I can pretend. I won't even be doing that for much longer. I move out in a week. After the group session Dr. McNally had decided to reduce my suicide watch time by a week. I only had a week of daily sessions left too. After that it'll be once every three days. He thinks I'll be okay with that. If not we'll change it to once every second day.
Dr. McNally seems to have a lot of faith in me. It's good cause it means even when I don't believe in myself I now have to people to do it for me. Dr. McNally and Jack. I'm going to be okay, I think. I hope. The door bell rings.
"Daniel, can you get that?" Jack is in the kitchen preparing a salad. I had offered to help but he had kicked me out of the kitchen, going all alpha male over it. I walk over to the door and let our guests in. Sam has brought a bottle of wine, Teal'c a pie of some sort.
"Thanks guy's, please come in. Sit down. I'll tell Jack you're here."
"No need. Hey Carter, Teal'c."
"Hi, sir."
"Hello, O'Neill."
"Right well dinner should be ready in about 10 minutes. If you give me that wine, Carter I'll pour us all glasses and Teal'c if you pass the pie, I'll put it in the oven to heat up."
They both did as he requested and he left the room.
"Was he wearing…?" Sam starts but is laughing too much to finish her sentence.
"Yep." I'm laughing too. Jack was wearing a pink apron with fake breasts on the front of it.
"You kids better not be laughing at me in there!"
"N-no, s-sir!" Calls Sam.
Oh god, it was funny.
Eventually we sat down and started eating.
"It's good we've finally had a chance to do this." Sam says.
"Yeah. We needed this I think." I say.
"You mean you all needed a bit of Irish home cooking…"
"I do not understand, O'Neill, were you not born in America?"
Sam and I snigger as Jack is spluttering over his meal.
"That's not the point Teal'c!"
Half the time I think Teal'c does that on purpose, just to get at Jack.
After the meal Jack brings out the pie and serves it. I'm expecting it to taste as good as the main course but when Jack and I both take bites out of our pie we both start to splutter.
"Yuck! Carter where did you buy that?" 'm a little more tactful.
"Eh, Teal'c how come you haven't tried any?"
"I didn't buy it, sir, I MADE it!" Oh shit. Jack was in for it now.
"Oh…eh…it's lovely." He says and sticks another fork full into his mouth. His grimace was not helping.
"Now I know why you didn't take any…" I whisper to Teal'c. Not as quiet as I had hoped though.
"Have you got a problem with my cooking too Daniel??"
"Who me?? No." I also stick a fork in my mouth. I almost laugh though when Sam raises her eyebrow to Teal'c and he too puts a piece of pie in his mouth. When we were finished he told me, "It never serves to make a woman angry when she knows how to use a P90." Sound advice I think.
When Sam and Teal'c leave I curl up on the coach after helping Jack tidy everything away. There's a game on he wants to watch. I have my book. I watch Jack walk over with two cups of coffee and sit in the chair to the side to me. We sit in silence for a while until the game is on half time. Jacks team are losing.
"Thanks for tonight, Jack." I say.
"Anytime, Daniel. We all needed a team night out. We all had fun. Though I could have done without Carter's pie. What was in that!?"
"I don't think I want to know! I didn't realize she could make Teal'c do things either!"
"Tell me about it." We're quite for a little longer.
"Daniel, when did Dr. McNally say you're off…eh…"
"Suicide watch?"
"Yeah, that…"
"End of the week. Why?"
"Oh, I was just curious…"
"You know, Jack, curiosity…"
"Oh stop it, Daniel. I'm not getting into that with you again." I snigger.
"It'll be quiet without you here…" He says.
"That apartment will be quite too."
"You know, Daniel, you're welcome here any time right. You have the key. Just let yourself in. Any time, day or night. I don't mind. If you want to talk or you just want some company or if you haven't got your irritating Jack quota for the day filled, just come on over. Any time…" Jack is just repeating himself but I get the sentiment.
"Thanks, Jack. That means a lot." And it does. After the game I head up to bed and Jack isn't far behind me.
"Night, Jack."
"Night, Daniel." Things are good. I should have known they wouldn't last.
Jack's POV:
I was in the mess hall eating a bowl of fruit loops when the klaxons sounded. Just great. Last night Daniel had moved out and I hadn't slept well at all. I had grown used to the sound of
his breathing through my paper thin walls. Things were bad enough at the moment without adding an SGC crises.
When I entered the gate room, General Hammond and the rest of SG-1 were already there.
"It's the metsoins, Colonel." Said Hammond. This couldn't be good. "Guns at the ready."
The wormhole engaged and out tumbled Prince Lamenkesh himself with a woman in his arms.
"Help her!" He pleads before he passes out.
I run to the phone on the wall.
"Med team to the gate room immediately!"
When Janet and her team of vultures turn up, the two are put onto gurneys and taken to the infirmary. We all follow.
"Sir," Janet is addressing the General, "Sir, Prince Lamenkesh is sleeping. He passed out due to exhaustion. He's in relatively good condition. A few cuts and bruises, nothing serious. He's severely under nourished though. I have him on a drip for the moment. He's also been given something to help him sleep. Exhaustion or not he won't be able to sleep in her without it I don't think. He's on to much of an adrenaline rush."
"And what of the woman?" He asks Fraiser.
"She's in a worse condition. Both her right arm and her left ankle are broken. She has extreme bruising over much of her torso and her back has many lacerations, they seem to indicate whipping. Perhaps with a stick of some kind, there are also splinters in her back. She won't wake up for some time."
"Very well. Do what you can for them, Dr. Fraiser. Let me know the minuet he wakes up."
"I will, General."
"All right SG-1, I want you all down here the moment Lamenkesh wakes up too."
We all say yes and leave. By consensus we all leave for the mess hall. My fruit loops have probably been tidied away by now. But still I can drink coffee, or if the mood strikes me, just get more. We find a table and sit down.
"What do you think, Jack?" asks Daniel.
"About Lamenkesh?"
"No, about the General's tie today!"
"I thought it was lovely, though I prefer the one he wears on Mondays…"
"Jaaack…"
"I think it's weird. We'll find out more when his highness wakes up though. We can't do any more than that though for now."
"Yeah, I suppose you're right."
For a few minutes I'm granted peace. Then…
"Do you think the woman is his companion?" Carter theorized.
"You know, I think you could be right…" Said Daniel.
"Oh for cryin' out loud! Drop it will ya! The pair of you, you're like vultures." The scientific two 'hymphed' at me and went back to the tea and coffee respectively. Teal'c just raised an eye-brow.
"Kids." I muttered. I've no doubt they heard. But they knew well enough not to say anything. Good. I can finally have some peace now.
"SG-1 TO THE INFIRMARY. SG-1 TO THE INFIRMARY."
Famous last words. We get up from our tables and rush to the infirmary as told. Why no one can just walk calmly around here, I'll never know.
When we get to the infirmary, Lamenkesh is sitting up in bed having ice-chips fed to him by Fraiser. Just wait till he gets a needle in the bum from her…we'll see if he's still smiling then.
Well he's not really smiling, more like grimacing. Anyway, General Hammond is at the foot of the bed. He's obviously started the interview it seems.
"So you returned to your home when?"
"Two days ago. I had returned with Timi…" that must be the 'girlfriend'. "…but I could not find the Colonel or anyone else from SG-1. My great uncles guards found the two of us. Separated us. I escaped but when I found her she was in a worse condition. We got away, just barely making it through the Stargate."
"Will they try to come here? To get you back?" asked Hammond.
"No, no. They won't. They won't have anything to do with you. General, I need your help. I can't leave my people to be ruled by him. He's crazy. Please, send me help to get me to my rightful place. I have my companion now and once she is better we will be able to rule. Please help."
"Prince Lamenkesh, we will do all that we can to help Miss Timi, but apart from that, I can't promise you anything until I get permission from the higher ups. Just give me time and I'll see what we can do."
Lamenkesh nods and falls back to sleep.
"Debriefing room." The General says.
We all follow him out; with Fraiser bring up the rear end.
"Well, what do you think?" We sit down and look at each other.
"I think he's genuine sir. We should help these people if we can!" Daniel speaking up for the good of people as per usual.
"Major Cater?"
"I think it's worth a shot sir. With enough man power. It should be possible."
"I'm not so sure, General!" I add my two cents worth.
"And why is that, Colonel?"
"Sir, we're going up against an unknown enemy. How many shoulders has this new King got at his disposal? What superior weapons do they possess? We all know they are more advanced than we are."
"And yet they live with a monarchy. Jack, we have a chance to help these people. Don't you think the benefits far out way the risks?"
"Perhaps, but unless his highness is willing to give us the info we need we won't get anywhere." I play the devil's advocate as I know someone has to. I know well that if we were to go with SG-3 and SG-9 watching our backs we'd come out alright.
"All right. I'll talk to the president. If gives the okay then you, SG-3 and SG-9 will have a go."
"Thank-you, sir." I say.
Daniel raises his eyebrow at me, quite funny to watch, but I just shrug my shoulder in response. I know the president will give us the go so the moment Prince-y and the little women get better well be off to fight the big bad King of Metsoin. What fun.
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A/N: Well that's all for now. Like I said I'll TRY and get another chapter up between now and Sunday but I can't see it happening. So that's it till the 27th at least. Sorry. Please review…PLEASE! Make me smile on my holiday…please. C ya.
Re-edited on April 4th 2009. Thank-you for all reviews.
