CHAPTER SEVEN: NOI THANKS TO DANIEL JACKSON
Neither Jack nor Vicky got much sleep that night, and they both avoided each other as much as possible. The third night was just as bad. Vicky kept tossing and turning, trying to come to terms with having her life turned upside down. She couldn't decide if she was happy, angry, sad, panicked, or all of the above.
//Sam seems nice enough and sure is smart, but I really hate her because Jack loves her. And that's another thing, I know I love Jack, but am I [I]in love[/I] with him? I don't want to be married to him, right? What if I do and he doesn't? Or worse yet, what if he does and I don't? DAMN, DAMN, DAMN\\
She looked at the clock and saw that it was 0200. Maybe if she walked around for a while she could get some sleep. She dressed and started wondering the halls, passing no one except the occasional SF who eyed her curiously.
//That's another thing! Everyone is watching me constantly! It's like I grew a hand out of forehead or something. They all make me feel like a freak. Who am I kidding? I am a freak. I'm a clone and I have been living among aliens for over two decades. Geez, I sound like a story in one of those stupid papers the nurses were reading. "I'm an alien clone!" Hey! I could sell my story and make some money. No, I probably would be tried for breach of National Security and shot\\
After about forty-five minutes she spotted a door with a light coming from under it. Curious, she knocked on it.
"Come ii, I guess I'm not the only one up this late," Daniel Jackson had said without up from the computer keyboard where he was typing.
//It's his entire fault! If he had just left well enough alone, damn meddler\\
Not hearing any response from his visitor he looked up. "Oh hi," he smiled shyly.
"You're the one who figured out that I was alive, aren't you?"
"Yes, you don't' have to thank me."
"Oh, I have no intention of thanking you, Dr. Jackson."
He recoiled from the venom in her voice. "You can call me Daniel."
"I don't think so, Dr. Jackson. I want to know who the hell you think you are to disrupt people's lives like that? For all you knew I could have been remarried and had five kids when you had me brought back."
"I didn't think...." "No, you sure as hell DIDN'T think. And not just me what about Jack? What about Major Carter? I thought they were your friends. They love each other and you just threw me in the mix!"
"Sam is seeing someone, and besides they can't be together because of the rules."
"So, I'm supposed to be, what, some kind of consolation prize? I'M SUPPOSED TO BE HAPPY ABOUT THAT?"
"No, I didn't mean that. I was trying to help."
"Do me a favor, Dr. Jackson, stay the hell away from me. I don't think I can survive any more of your "help"."
With that she slammed out of his office.
~X~X~X~X~X~X~X~X~X~X~X~X~
Early the next morning Teal'c found Jack committing assault and battery on an unsuspecting punching bag.
"O'Neill, you appear to be distressed."
"Damn, T, give me a heart attack, why don'cha?'
Teal'c just raised an eyebrow and continued to stare silently at him.
"OK, if you must know its Vicky."
"Are you not happy that she is alive, O'Neill?"
"Of course, I'm happy she's alive. It's just...I don't know. I think that I gave the impression that we would just pick up our marriage as if nothing had happened."
"Do you not wish to be married to VictoriaO'Neill?"
"No...yes... the hell should I know? For crying out loud, it's been twent- three years for Christ's sake, I don't know how I feel."
"Do you not imagine that VictoriaO'Neill fells the same?"
"I hadn't thought of that."
"Perhaps you should discuss this with VictoriaO'Neill, O'Neill."
"I think I'll do that, T. You know, you're pretty smart."
"Indeed,' Teal' said as he bowed his head with a small smile on his face.
"Smart ass."
~X~X~X~X~X~X~X~X~X~X~X~X~
Sam ran into a very depressed looking Daniel in the commissary.
"Daniel, what's wrong?"
"I blew it Sam."
"Blew what?"
He proceeded to explain his late night encounter with Vicky. "The bad thing is that I don't blame her. How would any one feel in that situation?"
"I can't even imagine. Daniel, do you think that part of you wanted to bring her back to Jack has to do with Sha're?"
He stared glumly into his coffee for a minute, "I'm sure that was a major factor. I mean...if I had the chance to have her back..."
I know, Daniel, but even Sha're after so much time..."
"I can't honestly answer that. It hasn't been very long."
~X~X~X~X~X~X~X~X~X~X~X~X`
Jack couldn't find Vicky anywhere. It was almost as if she was avoiding him.
//She wouldn't, would she? Who the hell does she think she is\\
As he was searching he could hear bits of conversations as he passed opened doors and groups of people.
"...will the Colonel stay with her?"
"Why not, he can't be with Major Carter."
"...A clone, how freaky is that?"
"...maybe a Go'ould spy..."
//Damn, I hope she hasn't been hearing that sort of thing\\
~X~X~X~X~X~X~X~X~X~X~X~X~
Hammond was in his office with his head in his hands. He had been hearing reports about members of his staff and his niece being short tempered and snappish. Well, who could blame them. Still, he couldn't continue to let this effect his best team as well as the rest of the base, and he knew Vicky needed help that he couldn't provide. The General had little or know faith in Dr. Mackenzie's abilities. He reached for the phone. Time to call in someone from Washington.
~X~X~X~X~X~X~X~X~X~X~X~X~
By the time Jack found her, Vicky was working with Carter in her lab. HE watched them both for a minute.
//Vicky has bags under her eyes, I bet she hasn't been sleeping. She and Carter both look tense as hell\
HE cleared his throat to get their attention. They both looked up from the hell that was.
"Vicky, you look like hell."
Carter gaped at him, //could he be any stupider\\ and Vicky literally jumped in front of him.
"Thanks SO much! It's all your fault, you and your damn friends!" She stormed off.
//Way to go, Jack\\
"Sir, she hasn't been sleeping and I don't think you made her feel and better!"
"I realize that, Carter, but I don't think you should give me advise on how to talk to MY wife!" With he turned on his heel and left, but not before hearing Sam say, "jerk".
//Oh yeah, Jackie boy, you're really batting a thousand today\\
~X~X~X~X~X~X~X~X~X~X~X~X~
Hammond had page O'Neill to his office. When the Colonel came in he pretended to look at some paperwork on his desk while trying to decide what to say. Finally he looked up to see Jack at attention staring at the wall over his head.
"At ease, have a seat, son."
"General?"
"It has come to my attention that the members of SG-1 as well as my niece have been short tempered and generally disruptive."
"General..."
"I know, Jack. You are all under a lot of stress, that's why I called you here. I am ordering everyone involved to meet with psychiatrist ..."
"No disrespect, General, but Mackenzie is a jackass.."
"Know how you feel, and I couldn't agree more. That's why I contacted the Pentagon , and they are sending out a specialist on Post Traumatic Stress who has a high enough clearance. SG-1 will stay on stand down until cleared by the Doctor. I think that you'll agree, none of you is in any shape to go off world."
"Yes, Sir. General?"
"Yes, Jack?"
"Carter mentioned that Vicky isn't sleeping, and I don't think that she'll take any suggestions form me,,,"
"I'll make sure she goes to the infirmary to get something form the doctor. Thanks, Jack, dismissed."
//Now I just have to do some serious female fence mending. Let's see..chocolate, flowers, maybe a car\\
Neither Jack nor Vicky got much sleep that night, and they both avoided each other as much as possible. The third night was just as bad. Vicky kept tossing and turning, trying to come to terms with having her life turned upside down. She couldn't decide if she was happy, angry, sad, panicked, or all of the above.
//Sam seems nice enough and sure is smart, but I really hate her because Jack loves her. And that's another thing, I know I love Jack, but am I [I]in love[/I] with him? I don't want to be married to him, right? What if I do and he doesn't? Or worse yet, what if he does and I don't? DAMN, DAMN, DAMN\\
She looked at the clock and saw that it was 0200. Maybe if she walked around for a while she could get some sleep. She dressed and started wondering the halls, passing no one except the occasional SF who eyed her curiously.
//That's another thing! Everyone is watching me constantly! It's like I grew a hand out of forehead or something. They all make me feel like a freak. Who am I kidding? I am a freak. I'm a clone and I have been living among aliens for over two decades. Geez, I sound like a story in one of those stupid papers the nurses were reading. "I'm an alien clone!" Hey! I could sell my story and make some money. No, I probably would be tried for breach of National Security and shot\\
After about forty-five minutes she spotted a door with a light coming from under it. Curious, she knocked on it.
"Come ii, I guess I'm not the only one up this late," Daniel Jackson had said without up from the computer keyboard where he was typing.
//It's his entire fault! If he had just left well enough alone, damn meddler\\
Not hearing any response from his visitor he looked up. "Oh hi," he smiled shyly.
"You're the one who figured out that I was alive, aren't you?"
"Yes, you don't' have to thank me."
"Oh, I have no intention of thanking you, Dr. Jackson."
He recoiled from the venom in her voice. "You can call me Daniel."
"I don't think so, Dr. Jackson. I want to know who the hell you think you are to disrupt people's lives like that? For all you knew I could have been remarried and had five kids when you had me brought back."
"I didn't think...." "No, you sure as hell DIDN'T think. And not just me what about Jack? What about Major Carter? I thought they were your friends. They love each other and you just threw me in the mix!"
"Sam is seeing someone, and besides they can't be together because of the rules."
"So, I'm supposed to be, what, some kind of consolation prize? I'M SUPPOSED TO BE HAPPY ABOUT THAT?"
"No, I didn't mean that. I was trying to help."
"Do me a favor, Dr. Jackson, stay the hell away from me. I don't think I can survive any more of your "help"."
With that she slammed out of his office.
~X~X~X~X~X~X~X~X~X~X~X~X~
Early the next morning Teal'c found Jack committing assault and battery on an unsuspecting punching bag.
"O'Neill, you appear to be distressed."
"Damn, T, give me a heart attack, why don'cha?'
Teal'c just raised an eyebrow and continued to stare silently at him.
"OK, if you must know its Vicky."
"Are you not happy that she is alive, O'Neill?"
"Of course, I'm happy she's alive. It's just...I don't know. I think that I gave the impression that we would just pick up our marriage as if nothing had happened."
"Do you not wish to be married to VictoriaO'Neill?"
"No...yes... the hell should I know? For crying out loud, it's been twent- three years for Christ's sake, I don't know how I feel."
"Do you not imagine that VictoriaO'Neill fells the same?"
"I hadn't thought of that."
"Perhaps you should discuss this with VictoriaO'Neill, O'Neill."
"I think I'll do that, T. You know, you're pretty smart."
"Indeed,' Teal' said as he bowed his head with a small smile on his face.
"Smart ass."
~X~X~X~X~X~X~X~X~X~X~X~X~
Sam ran into a very depressed looking Daniel in the commissary.
"Daniel, what's wrong?"
"I blew it Sam."
"Blew what?"
He proceeded to explain his late night encounter with Vicky. "The bad thing is that I don't blame her. How would any one feel in that situation?"
"I can't even imagine. Daniel, do you think that part of you wanted to bring her back to Jack has to do with Sha're?"
He stared glumly into his coffee for a minute, "I'm sure that was a major factor. I mean...if I had the chance to have her back..."
I know, Daniel, but even Sha're after so much time..."
"I can't honestly answer that. It hasn't been very long."
~X~X~X~X~X~X~X~X~X~X~X~X`
Jack couldn't find Vicky anywhere. It was almost as if she was avoiding him.
//She wouldn't, would she? Who the hell does she think she is\\
As he was searching he could hear bits of conversations as he passed opened doors and groups of people.
"...will the Colonel stay with her?"
"Why not, he can't be with Major Carter."
"...A clone, how freaky is that?"
"...maybe a Go'ould spy..."
//Damn, I hope she hasn't been hearing that sort of thing\\
~X~X~X~X~X~X~X~X~X~X~X~X~
Hammond was in his office with his head in his hands. He had been hearing reports about members of his staff and his niece being short tempered and snappish. Well, who could blame them. Still, he couldn't continue to let this effect his best team as well as the rest of the base, and he knew Vicky needed help that he couldn't provide. The General had little or know faith in Dr. Mackenzie's abilities. He reached for the phone. Time to call in someone from Washington.
~X~X~X~X~X~X~X~X~X~X~X~X~
By the time Jack found her, Vicky was working with Carter in her lab. HE watched them both for a minute.
//Vicky has bags under her eyes, I bet she hasn't been sleeping. She and Carter both look tense as hell\
HE cleared his throat to get their attention. They both looked up from the hell that was.
"Vicky, you look like hell."
Carter gaped at him, //could he be any stupider\\ and Vicky literally jumped in front of him.
"Thanks SO much! It's all your fault, you and your damn friends!" She stormed off.
//Way to go, Jack\\
"Sir, she hasn't been sleeping and I don't think you made her feel and better!"
"I realize that, Carter, but I don't think you should give me advise on how to talk to MY wife!" With he turned on his heel and left, but not before hearing Sam say, "jerk".
//Oh yeah, Jackie boy, you're really batting a thousand today\\
~X~X~X~X~X~X~X~X~X~X~X~X~
Hammond had page O'Neill to his office. When the Colonel came in he pretended to look at some paperwork on his desk while trying to decide what to say. Finally he looked up to see Jack at attention staring at the wall over his head.
"At ease, have a seat, son."
"General?"
"It has come to my attention that the members of SG-1 as well as my niece have been short tempered and generally disruptive."
"General..."
"I know, Jack. You are all under a lot of stress, that's why I called you here. I am ordering everyone involved to meet with psychiatrist ..."
"No disrespect, General, but Mackenzie is a jackass.."
"Know how you feel, and I couldn't agree more. That's why I contacted the Pentagon , and they are sending out a specialist on Post Traumatic Stress who has a high enough clearance. SG-1 will stay on stand down until cleared by the Doctor. I think that you'll agree, none of you is in any shape to go off world."
"Yes, Sir. General?"
"Yes, Jack?"
"Carter mentioned that Vicky isn't sleeping, and I don't think that she'll take any suggestions form me,,,"
"I'll make sure she goes to the infirmary to get something form the doctor. Thanks, Jack, dismissed."
//Now I just have to do some serious female fence mending. Let's see..chocolate, flowers, maybe a car\\