Disclaimer: I don't own Stargate. Nice and simple that. I'm so sorry abut the lack of up-dates on this story I have no real excuse bar the fact my life has been full to bursting point with work, exams and illness.
Anyway, on with the fic, please read then review!
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Sands of Ta-Netjer
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Part 2 :- White Room.
The cuts hadn't healed. SG-1 had been on standby for three days now and, if anything, the cuts had gotten worse. Daniel had tried everything he could think of to make the cuts go, creams, band aids, etc. In his desperation, he had even resorted to ancient abydonian medicine, which hadn't helped.
Standing in front of the mirror, Daniel frowned. Every night he would have a dream and, when he woke, he would find himself covered in what ever injuries the dream Hathor was inflicting on him. Something had to be done, he needed proper sleep and a cure to what ever was going on in his head. Yet something made him pause whenever he reached for the phone to call Jack and the others.
That something was the thought of a white room.
//Don't be silly.\\ Daniel though, his inner voice patronizing, as if his inner him was talking to a small child. //Jack and everyone won't have you committed, you have the wounds to prove it.\\
The irony of the fact that Daniel was being told he wasn't crazy by a voice in his head wasn't lost on him. In the other room, the microwave beeped, signifying that his food was ready. Daniel wasn't really hungry, not really. It was only because he knew that the human body required food to live that had forced him to grab something and stick it in the microwave. He shuffled over towards his kitchen, intent on at least trying to eat something. He was so intent on the thought of food, that, at first, he didn't realize that the room was shifting in and out of focus, one second sharp and clear the next blurry. The next thing he knew the ground was rushing up to meet him, like an old friend. After that, he knew no more.
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General Hammond watched the silent gate, his thoughts on the lost man through it. Jack slid up to him. For a while there was no sound as both men took in the beauty of the metal ring.
"I saw Major Leslie Lowers wife this morning." Hammond said, finally braking the quiet. Jack raised an eyebrow at this.
"I told her that he was still classed as MIA but not to loose hope. Do you know what she said to me?" Jack mutely shook his head.
"She thanked me." Hammond said shortly. "She thanked me for looking out for her husband when he worked here. She didn't ask questions about his job or why we hadn't found him yet... she just thanked me. In a dull, accepting tone of voice. She doesn't think her husbands coming home."
"We'll find him Sir." Jack said, unsure of what else to say. Hammond heaved a great sigh.
"I hope so." was his answer.
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In the darkness of his room, Teal'c sat on the floor, the only light, a single candle's flame. He had spent nearly one hour in the same position but was unable to achieve even the simplest of kel'nor'reem states. His mind was uneasy, his thoughts returning again and again to the missing MajorLowers and the odd behavior of Dr. DanielJackson. He had just begun to clear his mind, when the warning sirens went off and the gate began to dial in. His eye snapped open, in the near darkness they seemed to glow for a moment.
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"Medical team, report to the embarkment room! I repeat, medical team, report to the embarkment room!" A voice boomed on the speaker, alerting Janet. She sprinted to the gate room, her team a few paces behind her. //Who is it?\\ she thought, her mind going over the SG teams that were on missions at the moment. Rushing inside she was faced with a red haired man, lying on the ramp, his shirt missing and his back a mass of bruises and cuts.
"I'm going to turn you over now." Janet said, trying to reassure the man, even though she didn't know if he could hear her. Part of her wondered who it was, her mind running through all the red haired men in the SGU. There were only four people on the base who had red hair and as two were female and one of the men was currently standing five feet away so that only left...
"Major Lowers, can you hear me?" Janet said, glad that the major was at least alive, though barely in one piece. The major didn't answer. That wasn't always a bad sigh, still, Janet would have felt a lot more happy if he had responded in some way. In any way.
Teal'c came crashing into the gate room, his eyes fixed on the still form of the major. Without a word he picked him up and began to run to the infirmary, leaving Janet and the other in his wake.
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The world hurt. Everything hurt. Heck, parts of him that didn't even exist hurt. Daniel groaned and painfully opened one eye. He instantly wished he hadn't. The light hurt, burning into his open eyeball. Closing it again, he let his head sink back onto the floor, casting his mind back into the soothing darkness that called to him. For a while he simply lay there. After a while though, the cuts on his shoulders began to hurt, the dull red blood spreading over his floor.
Slowly, painfully, he pulled himself upright, then further up to his feet. He swayed dangerously, clinging onto the table, the only thing that stopped him from toppling back down to the floor. A red mist had formed in front of his eyes as he slowly left, heading for his car in a daze.
He only managed to get in front of the steering wheel before slowly, ever so slowly, as if in slow monition, topple forward onto the wheel, his mind transported back to where Hathor waited for him.
~~~
Sam walked along the sidewalk, the crisp air biting at her, forcing her to pull her coat tight around her. She had been sitting at home, unable to focus on anything, her mind invariably wandering to one of the many problems on the base. About two hours ago, she had just dozed off when suddenly she jerked awake.
There was a painful knot forming in his stomach. She had this feeling that something was wrong with Daniel. For a few minutes she ignored the strange sensation, preferring to think it was because she was so worried about him or because she hadn't eaten very much. Some though, she was unable to deny the feeling and had rung Daniel, all the while trying to convince herself that it was all nonsense.
The feeling intensified when Daniel didn't answer. She let the phone ring for over 30 times. Daniel was in trouble. She knew it, in her heart. So she grabbed her coat and her car keys and set off. On the way she had been stopped, run out of gas, had a tire blow on her car, been forced to walk, then got lost.
Which was why it had taken her a hour and a half to reach Daniel's place. She was nearing it now, car light's from the car in front of his apartment block, lighting up the sidewalk in front of her. It was only when she was almost inside that she stopped, realizing that the car was Daniel's. The feeling reached fever pitch as she saw the slumped head over the steering wheel.
"Daniel!" she gasped, already moving forward. Pulling him away she gasped in horror at the too pale face and dark rings around his eyes. He looked like a ghoul, even his hair had lost some of it's color. Then she noticed the reddish stain on his top. Pulling it open she could only watch in horror as cuts and slashed designs appeared on his chest, coming from nowhere. Pushing him off the seat she claimed in and head for the base as fast as she could.
Something was wrong with Daniel - and what ever it was, it wasn't natural or normal.
In Daniel's mind, he could dimly hear Sam talking to him, trying to get him to respond to her. The sinking thought that someone had found him hit him and though he tried to push it away a picture formed in his mind.
A picture of a white padded cell.
TBC...
There you have it, the next part. Please leave a review.
~Sethoz
Anyway, on with the fic, please read then review!
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Sands of Ta-Netjer
~~~
Part 2 :- White Room.
The cuts hadn't healed. SG-1 had been on standby for three days now and, if anything, the cuts had gotten worse. Daniel had tried everything he could think of to make the cuts go, creams, band aids, etc. In his desperation, he had even resorted to ancient abydonian medicine, which hadn't helped.
Standing in front of the mirror, Daniel frowned. Every night he would have a dream and, when he woke, he would find himself covered in what ever injuries the dream Hathor was inflicting on him. Something had to be done, he needed proper sleep and a cure to what ever was going on in his head. Yet something made him pause whenever he reached for the phone to call Jack and the others.
That something was the thought of a white room.
//Don't be silly.\\ Daniel though, his inner voice patronizing, as if his inner him was talking to a small child. //Jack and everyone won't have you committed, you have the wounds to prove it.\\
The irony of the fact that Daniel was being told he wasn't crazy by a voice in his head wasn't lost on him. In the other room, the microwave beeped, signifying that his food was ready. Daniel wasn't really hungry, not really. It was only because he knew that the human body required food to live that had forced him to grab something and stick it in the microwave. He shuffled over towards his kitchen, intent on at least trying to eat something. He was so intent on the thought of food, that, at first, he didn't realize that the room was shifting in and out of focus, one second sharp and clear the next blurry. The next thing he knew the ground was rushing up to meet him, like an old friend. After that, he knew no more.
~~~
General Hammond watched the silent gate, his thoughts on the lost man through it. Jack slid up to him. For a while there was no sound as both men took in the beauty of the metal ring.
"I saw Major Leslie Lowers wife this morning." Hammond said, finally braking the quiet. Jack raised an eyebrow at this.
"I told her that he was still classed as MIA but not to loose hope. Do you know what she said to me?" Jack mutely shook his head.
"She thanked me." Hammond said shortly. "She thanked me for looking out for her husband when he worked here. She didn't ask questions about his job or why we hadn't found him yet... she just thanked me. In a dull, accepting tone of voice. She doesn't think her husbands coming home."
"We'll find him Sir." Jack said, unsure of what else to say. Hammond heaved a great sigh.
"I hope so." was his answer.
~~~
In the darkness of his room, Teal'c sat on the floor, the only light, a single candle's flame. He had spent nearly one hour in the same position but was unable to achieve even the simplest of kel'nor'reem states. His mind was uneasy, his thoughts returning again and again to the missing MajorLowers and the odd behavior of Dr. DanielJackson. He had just begun to clear his mind, when the warning sirens went off and the gate began to dial in. His eye snapped open, in the near darkness they seemed to glow for a moment.
~~~
"Medical team, report to the embarkment room! I repeat, medical team, report to the embarkment room!" A voice boomed on the speaker, alerting Janet. She sprinted to the gate room, her team a few paces behind her. //Who is it?\\ she thought, her mind going over the SG teams that were on missions at the moment. Rushing inside she was faced with a red haired man, lying on the ramp, his shirt missing and his back a mass of bruises and cuts.
"I'm going to turn you over now." Janet said, trying to reassure the man, even though she didn't know if he could hear her. Part of her wondered who it was, her mind running through all the red haired men in the SGU. There were only four people on the base who had red hair and as two were female and one of the men was currently standing five feet away so that only left...
"Major Lowers, can you hear me?" Janet said, glad that the major was at least alive, though barely in one piece. The major didn't answer. That wasn't always a bad sigh, still, Janet would have felt a lot more happy if he had responded in some way. In any way.
Teal'c came crashing into the gate room, his eyes fixed on the still form of the major. Without a word he picked him up and began to run to the infirmary, leaving Janet and the other in his wake.
~~~
The world hurt. Everything hurt. Heck, parts of him that didn't even exist hurt. Daniel groaned and painfully opened one eye. He instantly wished he hadn't. The light hurt, burning into his open eyeball. Closing it again, he let his head sink back onto the floor, casting his mind back into the soothing darkness that called to him. For a while he simply lay there. After a while though, the cuts on his shoulders began to hurt, the dull red blood spreading over his floor.
Slowly, painfully, he pulled himself upright, then further up to his feet. He swayed dangerously, clinging onto the table, the only thing that stopped him from toppling back down to the floor. A red mist had formed in front of his eyes as he slowly left, heading for his car in a daze.
He only managed to get in front of the steering wheel before slowly, ever so slowly, as if in slow monition, topple forward onto the wheel, his mind transported back to where Hathor waited for him.
~~~
Sam walked along the sidewalk, the crisp air biting at her, forcing her to pull her coat tight around her. She had been sitting at home, unable to focus on anything, her mind invariably wandering to one of the many problems on the base. About two hours ago, she had just dozed off when suddenly she jerked awake.
There was a painful knot forming in his stomach. She had this feeling that something was wrong with Daniel. For a few minutes she ignored the strange sensation, preferring to think it was because she was so worried about him or because she hadn't eaten very much. Some though, she was unable to deny the feeling and had rung Daniel, all the while trying to convince herself that it was all nonsense.
The feeling intensified when Daniel didn't answer. She let the phone ring for over 30 times. Daniel was in trouble. She knew it, in her heart. So she grabbed her coat and her car keys and set off. On the way she had been stopped, run out of gas, had a tire blow on her car, been forced to walk, then got lost.
Which was why it had taken her a hour and a half to reach Daniel's place. She was nearing it now, car light's from the car in front of his apartment block, lighting up the sidewalk in front of her. It was only when she was almost inside that she stopped, realizing that the car was Daniel's. The feeling reached fever pitch as she saw the slumped head over the steering wheel.
"Daniel!" she gasped, already moving forward. Pulling him away she gasped in horror at the too pale face and dark rings around his eyes. He looked like a ghoul, even his hair had lost some of it's color. Then she noticed the reddish stain on his top. Pulling it open she could only watch in horror as cuts and slashed designs appeared on his chest, coming from nowhere. Pushing him off the seat she claimed in and head for the base as fast as she could.
Something was wrong with Daniel - and what ever it was, it wasn't natural or normal.
In Daniel's mind, he could dimly hear Sam talking to him, trying to get him to respond to her. The sinking thought that someone had found him hit him and though he tried to push it away a picture formed in his mind.
A picture of a white padded cell.
TBC...
There you have it, the next part. Please leave a review.
~Sethoz
