Title: Psycho Factor (1/?)
Author: Cyclone
Feedback: Please be gentle.
Distribution: Gimme credit and a link. Plus, archived at http://fanfiction.net/profile.php?userid=62966 or http://fanfiction.net/~cyclone
Rating: I'm gonna go say PG.
Spoilers: Up to Chosen of BtVS and somewhere in season seven of SG-1.
Disclaimer: The characters depicted herein belong to other people. I'm just borrowing them for a while.
Summary: This SGC is powerless as Major Carter's sanity hangs in the balance. Sequel to Blind Date.
Author's Note: Okay, this particular 'ship's been battering itself around in my head for a long time now.
* * *
Xander slowed as he walked up to Sam's house. His gaze flicked across the three somber-looking men, and he shot them a questioning look.
"Ah, hi," one of them said hesitantly. "You must be Xander. I'm Daniel Jackson. This is..."
"Jack," the older man interrupted.
"And tall, dark, and silent over there?" Xander asked, shooting a look at the third man.
"I am Murray."
Daniel nodded, "Yeah. We, ah, we work with Sam."
"Okay," Xander said. "So why are you here? I mean, I don't want to sound rude or anything... but we kinda had some private time planned tonight."
Jack coughed and said, "Well, that's the thing. Sam's... not feeling well right now."
"What happened?" Xander asked, suddenly worried.
"She's... very sick," Daniel said hesitantly.
Xander looked at Murray and said, "Maybe _you_ can spit it out, Murray. What. Happened?"
"MajorCarter is suffering from mental illness, AlexanderHarris."
* * *
Daniel felt awkward as he led Xander through the military hospital where Sam was staying. Teal'c and Jack had had to report back to the SGC, leaving him to play babysitter.
"Sam? Sam, it's me, Xander."
Daniel resisted the urge to sigh as he watched this guy try to reach Sam. It wasn't going to work. Sam had been getting worse ever since they got back from P4C-928. She was barely responding. There was no way...
"Xander?"
"Yeah, Sam, it's me."
Sam shook her head, closing her eyes. "No. No, you're not real. None of this is _real_! Not you, not the SGC, nothing!"
Suddenly, she leaped at him, muttering to herself, "Gotta get free, cut the anchors..."
"Sam... Sam!" Xander called as he held her back, but she didn't relent.
He finally pushed her back forcefully and stumbled out. He looked over at Dr. MacKenzie. "Is she usually like this?"
The psychiatrist shook his head, "This is the most response we've gotten since her condition started two days ago."
Xander looked at him pleadingly. "Can you cure her?"
"I don't know."
The one-eyed man sighed and walked away. Daniel followed him to the parking lot and rested a comforting hand on his shoulder.
"Are you okay?"
"Sam's in there, thinking I don't exist. What do _you_ think?" Xander snapped, pulling away.
"Hey, hey! I'm just trying to help," Daniel said defensively, holding his hands up placatingly. "Um, if you need someone to talk to, call me," he said as an afterthought, pulling out his notebook. He jotted down his phone number, tore out the page, and handed it to Xander
Xander shook his head in annoyance as he pocketed it. "God _damn_ it!" he snarled. "If only it were like... like..." he froze as realization struck him. "It is like that," he murmured softly to himself, forgetting that Daniel was there.
"Like what?"
Xander didn't hear him, already bolting for his car.
"Hey, wait!"
Daniel watched as Xander's car sped away. Maybe he should tell Jack.
* * *
"Hey, Buffy, I need to talk to Andrew. I tried calling him and Giles, but they're not answering."
...
"They're _where_? What're they doing in _Moscow_?"
...
"Oh. Well, what about Willow and Kennedy? They aren't answering either."
...
"Rio? What happened to Sao Paulo?"
...
"Oh, I see. Got the number?"
...
"Thanks, Buff. Call ya later."
* * *
Willow's face lit up when she saw Xander waiting for her in the airport.
"Xander!" she cried as she tackled him with a hug. "So, what's this big emergency, huh?"
"Having fun in Rio, I take it?" Xander grinned as they began walking to his car.
"Yes, I was," Willow pouted for a moment. "But I'm so glad to see you! What have you been doing with yourself?"
Xander loaded the luggage in the trunk and climbed into the driver's seat. When Willow climbed in, he said, "Remember that gargle demon? The one that made Buffy think she was in a psych ward?"
"Yeah?"
"I think one of them's loose here."
* * *
In a car across the street from the airport, Jack O'Neill glowered at what he had just seen.
Or, more precisely, who.
"Harris, you lousy son of a bitch..."
* * *
Author's Postscript:
No, Jack's not jealous (unless you're a Jack/Sam 'shipper and want to interpret him as such), just protective.
Author: Cyclone
Feedback: Please be gentle.
Distribution: Gimme credit and a link. Plus, archived at http://fanfiction.net/profile.php?userid=62966 or http://fanfiction.net/~cyclone
Rating: I'm gonna go say PG.
Spoilers: Up to Chosen of BtVS and somewhere in season seven of SG-1.
Disclaimer: The characters depicted herein belong to other people. I'm just borrowing them for a while.
Summary: This SGC is powerless as Major Carter's sanity hangs in the balance. Sequel to Blind Date.
Author's Note: Okay, this particular 'ship's been battering itself around in my head for a long time now.
* * *
Xander slowed as he walked up to Sam's house. His gaze flicked across the three somber-looking men, and he shot them a questioning look.
"Ah, hi," one of them said hesitantly. "You must be Xander. I'm Daniel Jackson. This is..."
"Jack," the older man interrupted.
"And tall, dark, and silent over there?" Xander asked, shooting a look at the third man.
"I am Murray."
Daniel nodded, "Yeah. We, ah, we work with Sam."
"Okay," Xander said. "So why are you here? I mean, I don't want to sound rude or anything... but we kinda had some private time planned tonight."
Jack coughed and said, "Well, that's the thing. Sam's... not feeling well right now."
"What happened?" Xander asked, suddenly worried.
"She's... very sick," Daniel said hesitantly.
Xander looked at Murray and said, "Maybe _you_ can spit it out, Murray. What. Happened?"
"MajorCarter is suffering from mental illness, AlexanderHarris."
* * *
Daniel felt awkward as he led Xander through the military hospital where Sam was staying. Teal'c and Jack had had to report back to the SGC, leaving him to play babysitter.
"Sam? Sam, it's me, Xander."
Daniel resisted the urge to sigh as he watched this guy try to reach Sam. It wasn't going to work. Sam had been getting worse ever since they got back from P4C-928. She was barely responding. There was no way...
"Xander?"
"Yeah, Sam, it's me."
Sam shook her head, closing her eyes. "No. No, you're not real. None of this is _real_! Not you, not the SGC, nothing!"
Suddenly, she leaped at him, muttering to herself, "Gotta get free, cut the anchors..."
"Sam... Sam!" Xander called as he held her back, but she didn't relent.
He finally pushed her back forcefully and stumbled out. He looked over at Dr. MacKenzie. "Is she usually like this?"
The psychiatrist shook his head, "This is the most response we've gotten since her condition started two days ago."
Xander looked at him pleadingly. "Can you cure her?"
"I don't know."
The one-eyed man sighed and walked away. Daniel followed him to the parking lot and rested a comforting hand on his shoulder.
"Are you okay?"
"Sam's in there, thinking I don't exist. What do _you_ think?" Xander snapped, pulling away.
"Hey, hey! I'm just trying to help," Daniel said defensively, holding his hands up placatingly. "Um, if you need someone to talk to, call me," he said as an afterthought, pulling out his notebook. He jotted down his phone number, tore out the page, and handed it to Xander
Xander shook his head in annoyance as he pocketed it. "God _damn_ it!" he snarled. "If only it were like... like..." he froze as realization struck him. "It is like that," he murmured softly to himself, forgetting that Daniel was there.
"Like what?"
Xander didn't hear him, already bolting for his car.
"Hey, wait!"
Daniel watched as Xander's car sped away. Maybe he should tell Jack.
* * *
"Hey, Buffy, I need to talk to Andrew. I tried calling him and Giles, but they're not answering."
...
"They're _where_? What're they doing in _Moscow_?"
...
"Oh. Well, what about Willow and Kennedy? They aren't answering either."
...
"Rio? What happened to Sao Paulo?"
...
"Oh, I see. Got the number?"
...
"Thanks, Buff. Call ya later."
* * *
Willow's face lit up when she saw Xander waiting for her in the airport.
"Xander!" she cried as she tackled him with a hug. "So, what's this big emergency, huh?"
"Having fun in Rio, I take it?" Xander grinned as they began walking to his car.
"Yes, I was," Willow pouted for a moment. "But I'm so glad to see you! What have you been doing with yourself?"
Xander loaded the luggage in the trunk and climbed into the driver's seat. When Willow climbed in, he said, "Remember that gargle demon? The one that made Buffy think she was in a psych ward?"
"Yeah?"
"I think one of them's loose here."
* * *
In a car across the street from the airport, Jack O'Neill glowered at what he had just seen.
Or, more precisely, who.
"Harris, you lousy son of a bitch..."
* * *
Author's Postscript:
No, Jack's not jealous (unless you're a Jack/Sam 'shipper and want to interpret him as such), just protective.