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JACK?
by Teri
Chapter 14: Plan "C" - Captured
"Carter! Duck, Damn it Duck!" Jack hollered as Sam tucked and rolled out of the way of a blast from the glider above. Daniel and Teal'c had already found positions behind a nearby rock formation.
Jack was the first to notice when the Jaffa ground troops arrived. "Oh for crying out loud! Can this day just get any better?"
"Sir? What's the plan?" Sam asked.
Jack told them with a small grin, "well it looks like we go with plan C."
"And what pray tell us Jack, just what is plan C?" Daniel asked hurriedly, worry evident in his tone.
"What happened to A & B?" Sam asked at the same time.
Jack exchanged glances with Teal'c who nodded his understanding and assent to Jack's plan. "Plan C, Daniel, is 'Caught'. Get caught and hope they put you in the same cell as Thor."
"Ah that Plan C, silly of me to have forgotten." Daniel said tiredly.
"I expected better of you Dr. Jackson." Jack replied with mock seriousness.
"Should have known." Sam smiled.
They continued to fight, but were soon overwhelmed and captured. First part of the Colonel's plan accomplished.
* * * * *
"What? Am I just some criminal?" Sam Malloy hollered at the guards holding him. "For crying out loud! I have rights!"
Two of the guards looked at each other. The first guard spoke, "Schultz, he said he was O'Neill's son. What do you think?"
"Well Finn, I know nothing, nothing about O'Neill's family, but he sure sounds like O'Neill." Schultz relied.
"Yeah, he does." Finn looked at Sam. "Sort of looks like him too. Maybe we need to speak to someone inside." Finn had been speaking to the other guard, but then turned to Sam and continued. "Fine, we will check out your story."
Sam grinned, "Sweet!"
"If he isn't O'Neill's then he is another clone, " Finn smirked, Schultz nodded his agreement. Finn went to call down to the base.
Schultz remained with Sam. "What's your name?"
"Sa . . Jack. . . . Jack O'Neill, Jr." Sam replied barely remembering to use his fake name.
Finn returned. "OK, I told them we had the colonel's son here. Apparently, he is supposed to be dead, so we will take him to a holding cell to see if he . . . "
"Don't say it." Schultz interrupted. "Enough weird things happen here without be reminded of it constantly."
Sam thought, "weird things like what? I would really like to know what he was about to say. Of course, it is obvious that I am getting in over my head here, but I really need to find Dad. Guess I will be lucky if I don't get myself shot."
"Okay, you wanted inside the mountain, you get your wish." Finn told him as he placed handcuffs on Sam.
"Maybe this was a bad idea." He wondered as they pulled him into the base.
* * * * *
The General was sitting talking with Nick and Adam. They had been discussing everything about the gate project, the Gou'ald, Ancients, etc.
"Excuse me General, the men have apprehended someone trying to get into the base." The young Lieutenant spoke.
"Lt. O'Rourke, you know the procedure."
"Yes sir, only - only this man claims he is the son of Jack O'Neill."
"Charlie?" The General asked. At the same time Methos thought to himself, "Isn't Mac's son named Sam? Nick would know. Just how many secrets does that man have?"
"I don't know his first name, only that he claimed he needed to see his father and that the men said that he sounds like O'Neill, same catch phrases and sarcastic tones." O'Rourke replied.
"Well, I guess we better have a look at him. Take him to one of the guest quarters and assign a guard. I'll be there in a few moments. Dismissed." The General told the Lieutenant whom then left.
"Gentleman, I would like to offer you both positions as civilian researchers. You both obviously have a wealth of experience that could prove to be very helpful and I believe you both would find this to be a new and interesting challenge. If you choose to accept, this position, it will leave a good paper trail for you, so I suggest you both decide what names, dates, etc. you want to be official for the next few years. I'll send a sergeant with your paperwork. You'll both be issued quarters. You should also be aware that all forms of communication in and out of this base are monitored. Until you make your decisions you are guests and will be allowed limited access to some areas, but still will be able to move around without supervision. I look forward to your decisions gentlemen." The General stood; shook both men's hands and left.
"What do you think, old man?" Nick asked thoughtfully.
To Nick's surprise Methos grinned. "I think this is perfect. The base is on holy ground, so no game. The chance to go to other planets. To possibly study cultures that are older than I am. I am worried that General knows I am immortal, but I would have to worry about that no matter if I accepted the position or not. This really is something totally new to me. Do you know how long it has been since something was a total shock to me?"
"New Coke? The Spice Girls? Gov. Jesse Venture?" Nick suggested.
"Well," Methos chuckled. "I suppose New Coke was a bad surprise, the Spice Girls were more nightmarish, and a professional wrestler as governor is nothing, remember I knew Nero and Caligula. Not much in politics ever surprises me. Seriously though, I think I'd like to give this a try."
"I'm sorry it just seems so out of character for you. Not the wanting to help, because I have known you long enough to know that you care, but you are hardly the white knight type."
"That's your department, eh Knight?" Methos grinned.
"It isn't like you to rush head on into danger." Nick tried to continue ignoring his friend.
"Angels go where mortals fear to tread." Methos continued to grin.
"Cut that out." Nick sighed. "I'm serious. I know you try to help, maybe not as directly as some people, but you do. However, you usually get as far away as possible when a mortal knows your secret. What's different here?"
"Maybe I am getting senile in my old age, but somehow I think after everything else that man has seen here, I don't think one immortal matters that much. I think I am as safe as I can be." Methos thought for a moment. "Look, I'll tell you what. I won't be able to start immediately. I'll go see Joe and check on the Boy Scout and the Brat; give this a little time to settle. Will that make you happy?"
"Immensely." Nick replied.
"So, what about you? Will you return to the dig when it is reopened?" Methos asked.
"Only if the that's what the General wants. I'll have to ask; I'd like to. Of course, he may have other things in mind for me." Nick replied.
"What?" Methos looked at him surprised. "It sounds like you are saying you will accept the General's offer? I must be mistaken, because, I thought it was you who were trying to talk me out of the job."
"Actually, I wanted you to think about it because you didn't sound like the snarky old man I have come to know. As for me, I think it will be a chance to still work in archaeology, which I love and still try to make a difference in the world as I did when I was a detective. Best of both worlds." He grinned.
"And a certain lady-doctor plays no part in your decision at all does she?" Methos asked his friend with a knowing smile.
"Of course not." Nick blushed slightly. After a moment, "Adam, do you think Mac is okay? He hasn't been around? If something happened to him . . . you know I invited him to the dig."
Methos began, "Nick, what do you really know about your friend MacGyver?"
* * * * *
The General approached the room where the supposed son of Colonel O'Neill was being held. He opened the door and walked in. He took one look at the man in front of him and quickly agreed that he did look a lot like O'Neill, but he was very obviously not Charlie.
"Son, I am General Hammond and you are?" The General asked.
Sam visibly gulped, worried that they sent a general to question him. "Jack O'Neill, Jr., Sir." Sam said.
"Let's say for a moment that I believed that, where are you from?" The General asked because he was at the SGC where anything was possible. The boy could be from a parallel universe or as the General suspected simply a liar.
"All around, sir. I guess currently, California." He replied.
"Son, you are no more Colonel O'Neill's son than I am Michael Jackson. (AN: I never knew the General was Michael Jackson? Learn something new every day.) Who are you really?" He questioned.
Sam thought for a moment. He decided the truth was probably best right now since it was obvious he had been caught in the lie. He ran his hand through his hair and began; "My name is Sean Malloy."
Sam running his hand through his hair was a gesture that caught the General's attention for two reasons one it reminded him of someone and the fact that his hands were free when they should have been handcuffed. "And why are you here? And just how come your hands are free?" The General demanded.
Sam looked at his hands and grinned. "Oops, forgot they were still supposed to be in the handcuffs. Sorry." He wasn't about to reveal that there weren't many handcuffs or bindings that he couldn't escape from. He had always been good with escape tricks, but after meeting his Dad and being forced to deal with the threat of Murdoc, he had perfected his escapes to an art. "The truth is I am looking for my father. I have reason to believe that he, my uncle, and others are being held here against their wills."
"I know of no one named Malloy on this base. What makes you think he is here?" The General asked.
"Look sir, my Dad is a scientist and amateur archeologist. He was visiting a close friend of his who was running a dig in Egypt." Sam began.
The General felt like he started to understand and knew what was coming. When had his life become so complicated? Easy answer. It wasn't even the Gate; it was meeting a certain Colonel.
"Anyway, I went out to surprise him and found out that the dig was sealed off. I investigated and researched and found out that some people from the dig were taken to area 52. After I found out where area 52 was, I came to see if I could find my father." Sam explained.
"That took a lot of work. How did you find out about area 52 and where we were?" The General asked.
Sam smirked. "I'm my father's son. I know people who know people." He added sarcastically.
Believing he already knew the answer, the General asked, "Who is your father?'
"His name is MacGyver." Sam replied.
Sometimes, the General just hated being right.
* * * * *
Jack awoke and looked around. He was in a holding cell. Great, it seemed to be the same cell he was in just the day before with Daniel.
"Jack? Where are we?" Jack turned to see Daniel starting to sit up on the other side of the cell.
"You don't remember. Did our time together here mean so little to you? This was the last place we spent the night together. I can't believe you don't remember. " He said trying to sound as hurt as possible.
Daniel just rolled his eyes. "Oh, here again? I wonder if they offer frequent flyer miles?"
* * * *
Sam awoke to find herself in a room by herself. It appeared to be some sort of lab. She realized by the description that she must be in the same room that the Colonel and Lt. Alexander had each been held in, lovely she has just joined the boys club. Sometimes equality wasn't all it was cracked up to be.
* * * * *
Teal'c lay on the ground still unconscious. It was unclear where he was.
* * * * *
In the infirmary, Nick had just told Janet about the General's offer and how he planned to accept. She was thrilled. There was something about Nick and she wanted a chance to find out just what it was. Sam had suggested that she was acting, as if she was falling in love with him, she didn't think she was. She didn't know him that well yet; she couldn't be falling in love could she?
"Doc? Oh Doc?" Janet broke her musings as she looked up to see Colonel Makepeace, "came to check the Lieutenant, how is he?"
"He is much better, Colonel. I was getting ready to release him as soon as his last test comes back." She informed him.
"Thanks, I'll go check on him." He told her as he found his way over to the Alex's bed.
Janet thought that they made an interesting pair. Neither of them could be serious except to save their lives and even then it was an effort. She wasn't quite sure how they got to be friends though; Colonels didn't usually befriend Lieutenants. Still the SGC was odd like that. She paled for a moment when she realized that Dr. Pierson would probably be working here to. The three of them together with their perverse senses of humor? Maybe it was time to apply for a transfer.
"Hey little buddy?" Makepeace began.
"Well, hi there skipper. Where is the Professor?" Alex grinned.
"No Gilligan's island today! Please guys!" Janet's voice came from the other side of the room.
"Sure Maryann" Both replied in unison.
"Hear you're getting sprung soon." Robert said.
"Yeap, so your chance with the ladies is over because I will be available again." Alex told him.
"You can have all of the ladies you can get, which would be like, none." Robert said as Alex picked up a magazine, rolled it up and hit him on the head.
"Doc, your patient is beating on me. I think he needs to be put in restraints."
"Do Not."
"Do To"
"Not"
"Do"
"Not"
"Do"
"I think you both need straightjackets." Janet told them.
"Actually, straightjackets can be very easy to get out of."
All three turned to see a young man, flanked by two guards, followed by the General.
"I'll remember that." Janet said softly as she tried to pull her embarrassment under control. She couldn't imagine what the General must think about the scene he walked in on.
"Dr Fraiser." The General said as he motioned her into his office. As they went in he closed the door. "I want to know if that young man, Sean Malloy, is any relation to Colonel O'Neill as soon as possible."
"Yes, sir," she replied. "Sir?"
"Later, Doctor." He told her softly.
She nodded and they went back into the infirmary.
The General addressed Sam. "Mr. Malloy, this is Dr. Fraiser. She will be running a few exams on you to determine if there is any medical reason for you to be detained. Please cooperate with her." Sam nodded and the General left.
"Mr. Malloy, please have a seat. I'll be with you in a moment." Janet said turning to Alex. "Alex your last sample came in as expected. So get out of her and take Colonel Makepeace with you before I decide I need to two pincushions, I mean volunteers for my latest set of trials.
"Yes ma'am." Alex jumped up and practically started to run out of the infirmary. "Not that I didn't enjoy your company." He grinned.
Before he made it to the hallway Janet called, "Oh and Alex."
"Yes" he stopped and turned around.
"Don't you want your lollipop for being good." She smiled.
He looked at her trying to decide if she was joking or not. "No thank you."
"Got it just for you." She walked over to him and him a package of Twinkies. "Thought you may want this, but if you don't."
"Thanks Doc." He smiled.
"Hey, where's mine? I been stuck in here before and you didn't buy me Twinkies." Makepeace said sulkily.
"No I didn't," she turned around to go see Mr. Malloy.
"Why him? What has he got that I haven't got?" Makepeace asked again with mock hurt.
"Twinkies" Alex answered.
"Brat!"
"Boys, play nice and get out." Janet said over her shoulder.
"Yes Ma'am." They both said as they hurried out, while Robert tried to grab Alex's Twinkies.
"Now Mr. Malloy, I need to take a blood sample from you." Janet said as she motioned for one of her nurses to come over to draw the blood.
"Hey watch out" a chuckling voice came from the hallway.
"That's mine." Alex's voice could be heard.
"Not anymore." The same voice continued.
"Come on, I'll get you another one." Makepeace joined in the laughing.
"Janet, do you know one of your patients has escaped?" Nick said as he entered the room eating a Twinkie.
"He was released." She smiled.
He walked over and gave her a kiss on the cheek.
Sam heard a familiar voice and looked up. "Uncle Nick?"
His head turned fast. "Sam? What are you doing here?"
"Nick you know him?" She looked at both of them. "I thought the General said his name was Sean?" Janet asked.
"I came here looking for you and Dad. I got to the dig and it was filled with Military types. You don't look like a captive. Are you all right? Where's Dad?" Sam asked.
"Who's Dad?" Janet asked as she started to realize the answer to her own question. The General wanted to know if this man was related to Colonel O'Neill. He knew Nick. Two plus two equals . . .
"MacGyver," Nick and Sam answered at the same time.
"Nick? Where is Dad?" Sam became more insistent?
Nick thought to himself, "Well, Methos seems to think something is going on with MacGyver, unfortunately he resorted to his usual cagey self and said that MacGyver's secrets were his to tell, but since he and I have been friends for nearly eight hundred years he would tell me that he didn't think I needed to be worrying about him. Not that it helps me with Sam"
Then aloud Nick spoke, "You know your Dad. Always out trying to save someone. That's what he is doing now. I am sure he safe, unharmed, and will be back soon."
"A member of SG-1 coming back here unharmed? He has got to be kidding." Janet smirked to herself.
* * * * *
An unidentified Gou'ald walked into Daniel and Jack's cell. "We have many things to talk about, Colonel." It hissed as it held out a hand-device aimed at Jack.
* * * * *
Hope the chapter was OK.
I really want to thank everyone for your reviews and notes, I can't tell you how much they mean to me.
Since my speed at getting new chapters out as been atrocious. Let me take this change to wish you all a Happy Holiday Season.
Teri (Garnet_TM@yahoo.com)
PS For those who were wondering Mac's secretary, Jennifer Marlowe use to work for a little radio station called 'WKRP in Cincinnati'. For those who don't know the show don't worry it is not important. She was the image of the Blonde dumb secretary (played bt Loni Anderson) who didn't even know how to type, yet she was the one who really ran the place while her boss was in his office playing with trains.