The Stargate name and original characters belong solely to MGM, Double
Secret and Gekko Film Corp, as do references to events in the Season Five
episodes, "MERIDIAN" and "REVELATIONS"
However the title and storyline that follows belong to myself,
© Victoria C.L Forsyth 2002 (AKA Gekko23474)
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STARGATE SG-1
STORY
"Hello, General," the figure said, in Daniel Jackson's voice He looked like Daniel, but General Hammond was not one to take anything at face value given the threats they had come across in the last six years. Given that he and SG-1 had seen Dr Daniel Jackson lose his life in the Infirmary on this very base nearly twelve months ago, Hammond was not going to succumb to a potential breach of security from a possible doppelganger.
"Take D..Take this man into custody, down to the holding cells, until we decide what to do next." Sam and Jack watched as four soldiers moved forward to restrain 'Daniel'. 'Daniel' didn't resist, but instead waited with sad eyes as the soldiers handcuffed him and led him down the ramp past SG-1 and General Hammond. Jack glanced over at Sam whose face had gone pale; with shock.
"You OK Carter ?" he asked, touching her arm.
"Er, yeah," Sam lied. How could she be OK, she'd just seen a ghost, or so she thought. But what had she seen exactly ?
"SG-1, I want to see you all in the Briefing Room in five minutes." It was a very quiet SG-1 who filed in to the Briefing Room. When they had sat down they were joined by Dr Janet Fraiser.
"Now," Hammond began, "I can understand this is a shock to you all. To all of us. But we need to keep a clear head here."
"How do we do that ?" Sam asked, her voice shaking slightly with emotion. "Oh, don't tell me, military detachment ?" Jack was surprised, usually it was him with the sarcastic quips.
"We do our best, Major. Think of it as being in the line of fire."
"Sir, with all due respect, if 'Daniel' was sent to be a security breach, would he have gone quietly with the enforced escort ?" Jack nodded slightly, Sam was right. Dr Fraiser stood up, "May I make a suggestion, General ?"
"Go ahead, Doctor,"
"Allow me to examine him, run tests," Hammond thought for a moment, "I don't anyone being exposed to any risk. We don't know what or who we are dealing with here."
"And we leave him in the cells until a better solution can be found ?" Sam stood too. "Or, how about this, shoot first ask questions later."
"Major Carter, SIT DOWN." Jack glanced up at Sam. She sat down, her face softening, she had surprised herself with her outburst.
"Excuse me, Sir, if you were to give Janet, I mean, Dr Fraiser permission to examine Daniel, I would like to assist her." Hammond had softened too, "But I haven't given Dr Fraiser permission."
"But if you do ?" Sam was aware of her pleading tone. "I'm sorry for my outburst, Sir."
"Apology accepted. Major, you are concerned, as indeed we all are." Hammond turned to Dr Fraiser, "Alright, I guess your suggestion is not unreasonable Dr Fraiser. But on one condition, there will be an armed guard with you."
"Outside, General. Every patient deserves privacy." It was then Teal'c's turn to speak up, "I shall be the armed guard, General Hammond. There is no need to put your soldiers at risk. If there is any threat I will ensure the safety of this base."
"Thank you Teal'c. Major Carter, you can assist Dr Fraiser. We will carry out the tests tomorrow morning. For now I suggest you all stand down. At ease, SG-1"
SG-1 left Hammond's office, each caught up in their own thoughts. Teal'c headed for his quarters to begin kel-no-reem. Sam and Jack headed for the mess hall. The two of them sat down at a table with their food, ignoring the looks from the soldiers who had been at the Gate when 'Daniel' walked through.
"So" Jack began, as he raised a forkful of mashed potato, "What do you make of our visitor ?"
"I don't know, Sir." Sam admitted. "It just seems so weird, that.Daniel's returned, or at least a very good copy." One of the soldiers tried to suppress a snort of laughter. Jack slammed down his fork, so that it clattered against the plate and he stood up abruptly, knocking his chair to the floor. He stormed over to the unfortunate soldier, "What's so funny ? Huh ? Think it's so funny to lose a close friend ? Maybe when you actually get on a close knit team, you'll understand that ? Oh, wait a second, that'll be NEVER !" Jack moved back as if to hit the soldier; "Colonel, no !" Sam stood too, "It's not worth it." Jack looked at Sam and back to the soldier who was no longer laughing and walked out of the mess hall. He missed the soldiers' retort of "Nut job." Sam, however, did not, "He's right, your chances of getting into an SG Unit just dropped below zero." she said, icily, and turned in the direction Jack had gone.
"Colonel, wait !" Sam left the mess hall and ran down the corridor, finally catching up with Jack.
"Jeez," Jack said, "This more be getting to me more than I thought."
"I know, it doesn't feel right."
"What ? It's not Daniel ?"
"No, I mean, we're going around the base, freely, while Daniel is all alone, locked away in a holding cell, like some dangerous prisoner. And we all know, Daniel is no more a danger to this base, than we are."
"Carter, I understand, believe me. But it's late, we all need some down time. I need to calm down anyway." Jack said, "I'll walk you to your quarters."
"Thank you Sir." Sam said. "But I think I'd like to go to my lab, get some work done, it'll help me relax.
"Scientist stuff always makes me go to sleep." Jack quipped, "OK Carter, I'll walk you there."
"OK." Sam smiled at her CO. After Jack had left, Sam switched on her PC and began work on her journal. Usually she kept ahead of her discoveries and mission reports on here, but now she really wanted to get her thoughts down in front of her. As she worked, she began to feel a strange sense of being watched. Sam turned, expecting to see Jack still stood there, instead, the figure of Daniel stood between her and the door.
"What the..Daniel ? Is that you ?" The figure seemed transparent, Sam rubbed her eyes, I must be sleepy, she thought.
"It'll be OK, Sam." The figure spoke, Daniel's voice. Sam rubbed her eyes again, the figure was gone. Shutting down the PC, Sam stood up, staring at the door, what had she just seen? Had she imagined it? Hallucination or not, Sam saw it as a strong argument for needing sleep.
A
STARGATE SG-1
STORY
"Hello, General," the figure said, in Daniel Jackson's voice He looked like Daniel, but General Hammond was not one to take anything at face value given the threats they had come across in the last six years. Given that he and SG-1 had seen Dr Daniel Jackson lose his life in the Infirmary on this very base nearly twelve months ago, Hammond was not going to succumb to a potential breach of security from a possible doppelganger.
"Take D..Take this man into custody, down to the holding cells, until we decide what to do next." Sam and Jack watched as four soldiers moved forward to restrain 'Daniel'. 'Daniel' didn't resist, but instead waited with sad eyes as the soldiers handcuffed him and led him down the ramp past SG-1 and General Hammond. Jack glanced over at Sam whose face had gone pale; with shock.
"You OK Carter ?" he asked, touching her arm.
"Er, yeah," Sam lied. How could she be OK, she'd just seen a ghost, or so she thought. But what had she seen exactly ?
"SG-1, I want to see you all in the Briefing Room in five minutes." It was a very quiet SG-1 who filed in to the Briefing Room. When they had sat down they were joined by Dr Janet Fraiser.
"Now," Hammond began, "I can understand this is a shock to you all. To all of us. But we need to keep a clear head here."
"How do we do that ?" Sam asked, her voice shaking slightly with emotion. "Oh, don't tell me, military detachment ?" Jack was surprised, usually it was him with the sarcastic quips.
"We do our best, Major. Think of it as being in the line of fire."
"Sir, with all due respect, if 'Daniel' was sent to be a security breach, would he have gone quietly with the enforced escort ?" Jack nodded slightly, Sam was right. Dr Fraiser stood up, "May I make a suggestion, General ?"
"Go ahead, Doctor,"
"Allow me to examine him, run tests," Hammond thought for a moment, "I don't anyone being exposed to any risk. We don't know what or who we are dealing with here."
"And we leave him in the cells until a better solution can be found ?" Sam stood too. "Or, how about this, shoot first ask questions later."
"Major Carter, SIT DOWN." Jack glanced up at Sam. She sat down, her face softening, she had surprised herself with her outburst.
"Excuse me, Sir, if you were to give Janet, I mean, Dr Fraiser permission to examine Daniel, I would like to assist her." Hammond had softened too, "But I haven't given Dr Fraiser permission."
"But if you do ?" Sam was aware of her pleading tone. "I'm sorry for my outburst, Sir."
"Apology accepted. Major, you are concerned, as indeed we all are." Hammond turned to Dr Fraiser, "Alright, I guess your suggestion is not unreasonable Dr Fraiser. But on one condition, there will be an armed guard with you."
"Outside, General. Every patient deserves privacy." It was then Teal'c's turn to speak up, "I shall be the armed guard, General Hammond. There is no need to put your soldiers at risk. If there is any threat I will ensure the safety of this base."
"Thank you Teal'c. Major Carter, you can assist Dr Fraiser. We will carry out the tests tomorrow morning. For now I suggest you all stand down. At ease, SG-1"
SG-1 left Hammond's office, each caught up in their own thoughts. Teal'c headed for his quarters to begin kel-no-reem. Sam and Jack headed for the mess hall. The two of them sat down at a table with their food, ignoring the looks from the soldiers who had been at the Gate when 'Daniel' walked through.
"So" Jack began, as he raised a forkful of mashed potato, "What do you make of our visitor ?"
"I don't know, Sir." Sam admitted. "It just seems so weird, that.Daniel's returned, or at least a very good copy." One of the soldiers tried to suppress a snort of laughter. Jack slammed down his fork, so that it clattered against the plate and he stood up abruptly, knocking his chair to the floor. He stormed over to the unfortunate soldier, "What's so funny ? Huh ? Think it's so funny to lose a close friend ? Maybe when you actually get on a close knit team, you'll understand that ? Oh, wait a second, that'll be NEVER !" Jack moved back as if to hit the soldier; "Colonel, no !" Sam stood too, "It's not worth it." Jack looked at Sam and back to the soldier who was no longer laughing and walked out of the mess hall. He missed the soldiers' retort of "Nut job." Sam, however, did not, "He's right, your chances of getting into an SG Unit just dropped below zero." she said, icily, and turned in the direction Jack had gone.
"Colonel, wait !" Sam left the mess hall and ran down the corridor, finally catching up with Jack.
"Jeez," Jack said, "This more be getting to me more than I thought."
"I know, it doesn't feel right."
"What ? It's not Daniel ?"
"No, I mean, we're going around the base, freely, while Daniel is all alone, locked away in a holding cell, like some dangerous prisoner. And we all know, Daniel is no more a danger to this base, than we are."
"Carter, I understand, believe me. But it's late, we all need some down time. I need to calm down anyway." Jack said, "I'll walk you to your quarters."
"Thank you Sir." Sam said. "But I think I'd like to go to my lab, get some work done, it'll help me relax.
"Scientist stuff always makes me go to sleep." Jack quipped, "OK Carter, I'll walk you there."
"OK." Sam smiled at her CO. After Jack had left, Sam switched on her PC and began work on her journal. Usually she kept ahead of her discoveries and mission reports on here, but now she really wanted to get her thoughts down in front of her. As she worked, she began to feel a strange sense of being watched. Sam turned, expecting to see Jack still stood there, instead, the figure of Daniel stood between her and the door.
"What the..Daniel ? Is that you ?" The figure seemed transparent, Sam rubbed her eyes, I must be sleepy, she thought.
"It'll be OK, Sam." The figure spoke, Daniel's voice. Sam rubbed her eyes again, the figure was gone. Shutting down the PC, Sam stood up, staring at the door, what had she just seen? Had she imagined it? Hallucination or not, Sam saw it as a strong argument for needing sleep.