I would like to say thank you to all the reviews, they are very much appreciated. Also a very big thanks once again to my beta reader Abigor! Who with out, this story would still be sitting in my computer.
For those out side of the states here's a bit of information on MacGyver. It was a series that aired in the late 80's to early 90's staring Richard Dean Anderson as MacGyver. Mac worked for the phoenix Foundation Research company. Mac could make or escape from almost anything with duct tape, chewing gum and bailing wire (ok, so that's a little exaggerated. Not much though.) He always carried with him his trusty Swiss army knife. His best friend Jack Dalton, is a pilot, and always getting involved in some kind of scam/trouble or another, Grudgingly Mac will always help him, or any other friend in need, out. All around good guy. Environmentalist, Anti-gun, Humanitarian.
Murdock is the main antagonist through out the series. Intelligent, quick witted, imaginative. While attempting one of his devious plots, Mac ruined it and caused Murdock's face to be severely scarred. Since then, Murdock has been attempting to exact his revenge. I will try to get a file with more information up at my update board. www.groups.yahoo.com/groups/MM_FF
Disclaimers: Same as always.
Carter and Daniel made there way into General Hammonds office. He was on the phone looking very concerned when they arrived. They waited patiently until he was done.
"Thank you, I'll get some one right on it." Hammond hung up the phone. "Good. I'm glad the two of you are here." He stated looking at the two of them. "I just received a very disturbing phone call concerning Colonel O'Neill."
"Sir," Carter interrupted, "that's who we came to ask you about."
"Why, what information do you have?"
"Well sir," Daniel started. He told the General about his call from O'Neill earlier. General Hammond seemed to get more distressed as the time passed.
"Oh, my. I just got off the phone with security who received a call from our old friend Maybourne." The General made his way out from behind his large wooden desk. " It appears that he apprehended O'Neill this afternoon. The good news is that we tracked his call and we have a good idea of where Col. O'Neill is."
"And the bad news Sir?' Carter asked reluctantly.
"The bad news is that Maybourne was inquiring about Colonel O'Neill's reaction to a little used tranquilizing drug. It appears that the drug had an adverse reaction and Col. O'Neill has slipped into a very delusion state of mind. That is all the information that we currently have. Now, I'm going to send the two of you as part of a strike team to recover the Colonel. I'm sending Dr. Fraiser along with the rest of you; so she can advise about his conditions and help transport him safely back to the SGC. Join the team up top. Dismissed"
Carter and Daniel made no qualms about leaving hastily. Both were ready to go in record time. They joined Dr. Fraiser and the rest of the strike team up top. From there they left without incident.
On the road Daniel's phone rang. "Hello"
"Daniel! Hey finally!" O'Neill's voice on the other end sounded relieved. "Listen, Danie... jam...I wa...et me out?"
"Jack? You're breaking up. Don't worry we heard, we're coming to get you. Stay put." Daniel was about to say something else when his phone lost service. The Colorado Mountains were hell to drive through and keep a connection to any cell phone.
"Was that Colonel O'Neill?" Dr. Fraiser asked.
Daniel replied hesitantly, "Yeah, it was. I lost connection but I think he understood. He didn't seem to be out of his mind as reports suggest, but I couldn't hear all of what he was saying."
"Well the sooner we get there, the sooner we'll know." Major Carter sighed.
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"All units in position awaiting your go-ahead, Major." Came the call over the two-way radio.
"Good let's move in." replied Major Carter as she readied her firearm. She nodded at Teal'c standing beside her. With that they broke down the door in front of them. "US Air Force! Stay where you are!"
The door way led into a motel room somewhere in the mountains west of Denver, where the call had been traced. Guns pointing around the room in a search pattern yielded no results. Whoever had been there cleaned out in a hurry. A chair was left sitting out from a table, and ropes were draped on the floor around it. No one occupied the room.
"It appears that who ever was here, left in a great hurry." remarked Teal'c his voice faltering only for a second, the worry for his comrade evident.
"What's this?' Daniel asked picking up an envelope from the table. " He turned it over in his hand and opened the package. His hand slipped in to reveal a hand-written note from former Colonel Maybourne.
Carter began to grow impatient as Daniel stood there reading the note to himself. "What does it say?" she demanded.
"Well," Daniel started, "It's from Maybourne. He asked for us to find out what Jack's history is in association with a certain chemical mixture. It appears to have almost given Jack a case of DID. Maybourne will be in contact later to get the answers. He apologizes, and says that he really needs Jacks' help right now, so until he gets Jack back to normal and the help he needs out of him, we can expect not to see Jack." Daniel concluded folding the paper and stuffing it back into the envelope using an exaggerated gesture.
Carter and Teal'c looked at each other for a bit, before forensics was called in to go over the scene. The remaining trio of SG-1 headed back to base and anxiously awaited the results.
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"Soooo... ahem, you're...a...really not Mac, huh?" Dalton commented casually.
"Nope." O'Neill was in the process of gathering the items that had been confiscated from him when he was taken into custody for questioning everything except for his 9mm. The police said they had to keep it until everything was cleared up. No problem. I'll just take my P-90, or better yet a zat, home with me from work, so if this psycho shows up again he won't EVEN be going to a hospital.
O'Neill finished signing the paperwork and turned to leave. Wondering why Daniel never showed up. He probably got caught up in some type of scientific discussion on the true nature of Gods vs. Goa'uld.
Dalton stood up from the wall he had been leaning against and followed O'Neill out of the police station. "It kind of makes you wonder, don't it?"
O'Neill spun around. "What is supposed to make me wonder?" He was tired, and wanted nothing more than to report back in and go home.
"If the guy you shot and the one I saw actually nabbed Mac, why would he go after you later? It just doesn't make sense. So, it makes you wonder, who did take Mac?"
The colonel paused for a moment his forehead crinkled in thought. He seemed to come to some conclusion and shrugged his shoulders. "One hand not knowing what the other is doing. That guy probably had a small group of conspirators working with him. I'm sure the police will figure it out." With that O'Neill got into his truck, closed the door, and headed to the mountain. He left a very worry-filled Dalton standing alone in the CSPD parking lot as the sun finally began to rise.
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"WHAT! Ahhh, you gotta be kidding me." Colonel O'Neill's day had just gone down hill even farther since that the whole kit-n-caboodle yesterday afternoon. "May I ask WWHHHYYY, my security clearance has been temporarily suspended? Hmm?"
The security airman was looking quite frazzled. "I'm sorry, sir, but that information is classified."
Jack looked around and noticed quite a few armed airman surrounded the area he was in. More than normal, all right, what did this psycho do now? "Well would you at least get Hammond on the line so I can speak to him? Thanks." The grin he gave the airman spoke measures.
A door opened to the Colonel's right-hand side. He turned to face it and to his relief saw Doc Fraiser coming out and towards him, A couple of big acting orderlies followed her toting a stretcher behind them. O'Neill raised his eyebrow at the stretcher. Fraiser walked straight up to him and looked him over.
"How are you feeling Jack?" She asked while taking his wrist and getting a pulse.
"Ah, fine, I guess, what's up with the stretcher? I was in police custody all night, not the morgue. What's going on here?" He questioned more than a little suspicious, and involuntarily taking a step back his eyebrow raised and eyes wide in anticipation.
"In police custody? Wow. So what were you in for?" The sound of her voice saturated with patronizing doctor tones. "Well, Colonel, would you like to ride the stretcher down to the infirmary, or would you prefer to walk under you own power?"
"I'll walk on my own thank you. What the hell is up??? I mean COME ON! I'm tired, you know lack of sleep, lots of coffee at a cop shop, not much to eat...." O'Neill rambled on as he and the doctor walked to the infirmary. Doctor Fraiser was barely paying attention to his chatter; it usually was best when dealing with delusion patients, or Colonel O'Neill. Well, she thought to herself, At least the drug didn't impair his tongue when he's upset and tired
Suddenly she stooped after a piece of the colonel's ongoing tale clicked in her mind. "What was that?" she turned and demanded.
"Huh?" For a moment Jack was taken off guard, wow the doc actually does listen. "Oh, I think I've got a twin brother out there."
"Really and how did you come up with that?" She looked upon him intensely.
"Well," O.K. so she really wasn't listening, " well, maybe 'cause some guy jumped me and called me Mac at the airport, couldn't believe I actually shot him. Some other dude, name Dalton I don't quite think he's yet convinced that I'm not his best friend, this same MacGyver fellow, you know I saw a picture of him, he's not that bad looking of a guy." Colonel O'Neill had brought his hand to his face and was tapping his chin in a thoughtful gesture.
"O'Neill, please, what happened to this 'twin' of yours?"
"Hm, oh, a, dunno, his buddy saw him get pushed into a car at the airport, I think it has to do with the same loony that tried jumping me. The Dalton fellow doesn't think so however."
"Well I don't think so either. C'mon, we're going to Hammonds office first." She looked at the two Airmen following them with the unneeded stretcher. "Go ahead and take that back to the infirmary, then you can both report back to your regular duties."