Days of Chaos
I own nothing. I simply borrow the characters to write with because it's something more
interesting to do in psychology then learn about classical conditioning.
Author's note: Do not fear. I have at least another twelve pages written already. I just have to
find time to type them, which I will have while avoiding writing my APA style manuscript for
Intro to Psych.
Reviews make me happy and inspire me to type faster and write more. Hint hint wink
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Dr. Fraiser's day was not going well. Daniel was late for his appointment, again. And the
newest member of the SGC had failed to show up for her entrance physical and lab work.
Her temper was getting the best of her. Just then Daniel walked in. "I know. I know. I'm
late. But I was late for the briefing and then there were..issues, so I'm late."
"Newbie not show up?"
"No, she did. I found her in the parking lot staring at the entrance, so I convinced her to
go in, then we made it to the briefing, only fifteen minutes late. But after the introductions."
"What?"
"I don't know. She like, flipped out or something, looked like she was going to fall out of
her chair. Hammond took her to her quarters.
"Hammond took her to her quarters?"
"Yeah. We thought it was weird too."
"Ok. You're done. BP and heart rate normal. I should have the blood work back
sometime tomorrow."
"OK."
General Hammond walked in. "Dr. Frasier. I need you to come with me."
She nodded and followed him out of the infirmary. Daniel was left alone to follow them
through the complex undetected.
They stopped at the door to one of the few rooms on the floor, and one they'd tried to
move him to more than once. Something about easy access to the infirmary. Like he really got
hurt all that often.
They walked into the room and Daniel listened at the door.
"What's wrong with her?"
"Subconscious panic attack I believe."
"That's a pretty specific diagnosis you have there."
"It's happened before. Almost every time she goes underground."
"You knew her before she came here?"
"How else do you think a seventeen year old girl with no military training ended up here?"
"No military training?"
"No. Though she probably knows more than I do about how things work. Her adopted
father is a general in charge of the Markson base."
"I've never heard of it."
"It's classified."
"I didn't think they'd let kids onto a classified base."
"She never left. She was never allowed to. She's a ward of the government. She spent two
years of her life in an underground lab being experimented on."
"Why?"
"I don't know. I doubt there are many people left alive who know. But every time she's
underground the memories come back. I thought it wasn't happening anymore. The last couple of
times I visited she was fine in the underground labs."
"I'm fine. Just a little dizzy. I'll be fine. I just need to eat something, rest, and get into
some fatigues."
"I'll leave you to the doctor then."
"Ah. No. Don't do that. That would be bad."
Daniel had moved a few steps down the hallway when the door began to open, hiding in
the next doorway.
The general stepped out and began to close the door when it was ripped out of his hands
as Kara bolted out, taking off down the hallway.
An airman down the hallway tried to grab her and she used her shoulder to slam him into
the wall and kept running. As the man slid down the wall he hit the security alarm. The lights
started flashing and the sirens started screaming.
All around the base men ran out looking for the intruder, their guns bouncing on their
backs.
Kara took off in a panic, not thinking of where she was going. As she rounded the corner
she pulled off her shoes and socks. As she ran she unbuttoned the shirt, pulling it off and throwing
it to the ground, revealing her spaghetti strap camouflage tank top. The alarms started blaring and
she stopped, pulling off the blue pants and tossing them down the hall.
She continued running, now listening intently for sounds of pursuit, her entire demeanor
changed as she ran barefooted in a tank top and black shorts, her hair now hanging loose, flying
after her.
She heard the pounding of the soldiers feet coming from every direction. She panicked and
ducked into the nearest doorway.
At that moment all the adrenaline left her. She stood there, tears streaming down her face,
shaking.
She looked around, taking in the piles of papers everywhere and slid into the far corner,
hidden by the shadow of the desk.
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I own nothing. I simply borrow the characters to write with because it's something more
interesting to do in psychology then learn about classical conditioning.
Author's note: Do not fear. I have at least another twelve pages written already. I just have to
find time to type them, which I will have while avoiding writing my APA style manuscript for
Intro to Psych.
Reviews make me happy and inspire me to type faster and write more. Hint hint wink
wink. ?
* * * * * * * * * * * * *
Dr. Fraiser's day was not going well. Daniel was late for his appointment, again. And the
newest member of the SGC had failed to show up for her entrance physical and lab work.
Her temper was getting the best of her. Just then Daniel walked in. "I know. I know. I'm
late. But I was late for the briefing and then there were..issues, so I'm late."
"Newbie not show up?"
"No, she did. I found her in the parking lot staring at the entrance, so I convinced her to
go in, then we made it to the briefing, only fifteen minutes late. But after the introductions."
"What?"
"I don't know. She like, flipped out or something, looked like she was going to fall out of
her chair. Hammond took her to her quarters.
"Hammond took her to her quarters?"
"Yeah. We thought it was weird too."
"Ok. You're done. BP and heart rate normal. I should have the blood work back
sometime tomorrow."
"OK."
General Hammond walked in. "Dr. Frasier. I need you to come with me."
She nodded and followed him out of the infirmary. Daniel was left alone to follow them
through the complex undetected.
They stopped at the door to one of the few rooms on the floor, and one they'd tried to
move him to more than once. Something about easy access to the infirmary. Like he really got
hurt all that often.
They walked into the room and Daniel listened at the door.
"What's wrong with her?"
"Subconscious panic attack I believe."
"That's a pretty specific diagnosis you have there."
"It's happened before. Almost every time she goes underground."
"You knew her before she came here?"
"How else do you think a seventeen year old girl with no military training ended up here?"
"No military training?"
"No. Though she probably knows more than I do about how things work. Her adopted
father is a general in charge of the Markson base."
"I've never heard of it."
"It's classified."
"I didn't think they'd let kids onto a classified base."
"She never left. She was never allowed to. She's a ward of the government. She spent two
years of her life in an underground lab being experimented on."
"Why?"
"I don't know. I doubt there are many people left alive who know. But every time she's
underground the memories come back. I thought it wasn't happening anymore. The last couple of
times I visited she was fine in the underground labs."
"I'm fine. Just a little dizzy. I'll be fine. I just need to eat something, rest, and get into
some fatigues."
"I'll leave you to the doctor then."
"Ah. No. Don't do that. That would be bad."
Daniel had moved a few steps down the hallway when the door began to open, hiding in
the next doorway.
The general stepped out and began to close the door when it was ripped out of his hands
as Kara bolted out, taking off down the hallway.
An airman down the hallway tried to grab her and she used her shoulder to slam him into
the wall and kept running. As the man slid down the wall he hit the security alarm. The lights
started flashing and the sirens started screaming.
All around the base men ran out looking for the intruder, their guns bouncing on their
backs.
Kara took off in a panic, not thinking of where she was going. As she rounded the corner
she pulled off her shoes and socks. As she ran she unbuttoned the shirt, pulling it off and throwing
it to the ground, revealing her spaghetti strap camouflage tank top. The alarms started blaring and
she stopped, pulling off the blue pants and tossing them down the hall.
She continued running, now listening intently for sounds of pursuit, her entire demeanor
changed as she ran barefooted in a tank top and black shorts, her hair now hanging loose, flying
after her.
She heard the pounding of the soldiers feet coming from every direction. She panicked and
ducked into the nearest doorway.
At that moment all the adrenaline left her. She stood there, tears streaming down her face,
shaking.
She looked around, taking in the piles of papers everywhere and slid into the far corner,
hidden by the shadow of the desk.
Review! Review! Review! Make my mailbox happy. A sad mailbox is an angry mailbox. No reviews mean
stifled creativity and a lack of typing inititive. (Just in case you forgot from the top)