Author: Louise Mills
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Summary: O'Neill has to face up to who he really is. MacGyver Crossover
Rating: 15 British/PG-13 American
Author's Note: Please note I am no good grammar, so if anyone wants to be my beta reader please email me. This is my first Stargate SG-1 Fan fiction. Jack and Sam story. I am not good with knowledge of technology or some science stuff, so I will be making it up. If it's wrong don't reprimand me for it.
Chapter Two,
George looked down at the results in front of him that the doctor had just given him, whom sat across from him.
"Nothing is wrong with him?" George asked. He couldn't believe the results in front of him; it was the slight things in the Colonel's mannerism today that told him something was wrong with his 2IC.
"General, I believe he's got a lot on his mind. The Colonel is the kind of person who likes to sort things out himself, just give it a couple days and he'll be back to his normal self." Janet said, confident with her assessment.
Jack left Sam's lab clutching her book tightly to his chest, he was determined to read the book cover to cover, he felt a little deflated when Sam said he wouldn't be able to understand the book. Of course it was all his fault that his team would think that, he didn't tell them he was actually a Doctor in Advance Physics, an Amateur archaeologist, and knew a dozen language's, and some of the language's he knew that Daniel didn't know. Of course Sam had told him before, she knew he was a lot smarter then he lead on to be, 'god she had no idea how much smarter' he thought.
It was getting increasingly harder for him to hind behind the Alias Colonel Jack O'Neill, even more since Kelly's phone call the night before. He was getting increasingly worried about her, as he knew Kelly probably got the number from phoning all her source's, even though he couldn't figure out how they got his number in the first place, but that was beside the point. Kelly only phoned when she or someone she cared for was in trouble. He approached his office determined now that he should contact Kelly and find out what was going on, of course he didn't have her recent number, but he knew the university she worked for would gladly pass on a message for her to phone him.
Upon entering into his office he placed down the book, and sighed at the sight of the paperwork within his 'in' try. He looked back at the book and sighed again. The book and the phone call would have to wait. The paperwork that was loading up, most that were already due or overdue were his priority. He sat heavily down on the chair and started to sort through his paperwork, determined to do most of it before the end of the day.
Daniel walked into the commissary and walked straight towards the coffee machine, he had run out of coffee in his office, once he had poured his coffee he looked around the room, and saw two out of three people he was looking for. Sam and Teal'c were sitting off to the right side of him, he approached them with his cup and sat down next to Teal'c, muttered his hellos and opened a book.
"Um, Jack's a bit late today isn't he?" Daniel commented after reading for about 10 minutes, SG-1 had organised from the beginning of the Stargate programme that if they weren't off world they would meet for lunch everyday at the same time. This gave assurance to the Colonel that Daniel and Sam were having a break and eating something.
"Yes, he's acting quite weird today, first with the blacking out, insisting he wanted to read my book, then he announced just before leaving my lab he was going to his office to do some paperwork that was 2-3 hours ago." Sam stated.
"O'Neill may be in his office, working on his paperwork still." Teal'c asked, which caused the others to start laughing.
"Right! Jack, doing paperwork, it really is the end of the world." Daniel spoke, this caused him and Sam to start laughing harder.
After about 5 minutes of continuous laughing, they quickly became subdued. They both were having second thoughts about what Teal'c said, and thought about the Colonel actually doing his paperwork. Daniel stared across to Sam who was looking right back at him, both had questioning looks.
"No, he couldn't be!" Sam abruptly spoke.
"Man, I have got to see this!" Daniel loudly exclaimed, and rushed out of seat towards Jack's office, the others weren't that far behind him.
Jack's office door flew opened, he looked up from his decreasing paperwork startled, and saw his three team mates who looked out of breath and stunned. They were all staring at him. He wondered what caused them to react this way.
"Oh my god, it's true you're... you're... doing..." Sam started to speak, but stopped when she was unable to use any words at that moment from shock.
"Paperwork." Daniel finished for Sam.
Jack looked back down to his desk and back to his team and started to chuckle, now knowing why they were stunned.
Daniel was in the infirmary leaning back against one of the beds trying to persuade Janet that Jack was ill.
"Janet, if you saw Jack 30 minutes ago with me, Sam and Teal'c you would realise, as much as I do that Jack is ill." Daniel pleaded with the Doctor, trying with all his might to convince her of his and the rest of SG-1's views.
"Daniel you still haven't told me why you think he is ill!" Janet stated, while glaring at one of her favourite patients. He had defiantly kept her busy though the years with him continuously getting himself injured, since joining the Stargate Program.
"Oh, did I forget to tell you?" He asked innocently said, while giving her a big smile.
"Yes, Daniel you did." She bit back.
"Oh well. I better tell you then. He was doing paperwork!" Daniel spoke quietly so no one else would hear, but Janet wondered who would hear, as they were the only ones in the infirmary.
"You're joking right!" Janet said, trying to keep the laughter out of her voice.
"No Janet, I'm not. That's what I have been trying to tell you; it's not like the Colonel Jack O'Neill we know. He must be ill. It was during the time when we meet for lunch too!" Daniel stressed. Janet had to agree with him it didn't sound like the Colonel, but he did have a lot on his mind, maybe he was trying not to think about whatever was bothering him by throwing himself into his paperwork. But that didn't sound the kind of thing the Colonel would do, now she was worried.
Daniel noticed the frown start to form on Janet's face, and he smiled triumphantly.
"I'll talk to the Colonel tomorrow. Rest assured Daniel I will get to the bottom of this." Janet uttered strongly.
"Thanks Janet, that's all we ask." Daniel answered back, he went over to her and kissed her on her cheek and left. Janet watched Daniel go while touching her cheek where he had just kissed her; she couldn't stop the smile that started to form on her lips.
Pete approached the section of the building that housed the operatives of the Phoenix Foundation, he was anxious to find out how far they had come to locate this O'Neill person, whom he believed now after much deduction was MacGyver.
Walking through the doors he noted that all his operatives were busy working on their laptops, tapping away faster then he thought possible. He spotted Steven at the far end of the room leaning over someone's shoulder. Gathering this was the team on the search for MacGyver he approached them.
"Do we have anything yet?" he spoke, making the operative who was working on the computer jump from surprise, as he had the skill to approach without anyone seeing or hearing him. Steven smiled down at the operative and clapped him on the shoulder, as he was new to the Phoenix Foundation and was not use to sudden appearances of the CEO, but from experience Steven knew he would learn.
"Well, we know one thing, I'm most defiantly sure it's MacGyver now, but how to contact him without scaring him away is another thing." Steven answered Pete's question a little belated.
"How sure are you?" Pete asked again, as he had learnt to question everything, because sometimes not everything was, as it seemed.
"Well that's the catch, we can't right now confirm completely that this O'Neill person is MacGyver, it's the way this person has covered tracks that reminds me that we are dealing with MacGyver." He answered.
"How so?"
"Well, the phone number we traced to being a Colorado Springs number, but it's a router, that router leads to another router, then another. This person O'Neill had made it pretty impossible for him to be traced to his house by the telephone, meaning this person wants to be hidden. So we are going though the town records now, to trace him that way, because phone routing doesn't mean this person is MacGyver, even though to me it screams MacGyver." Steven explained. Now a little downtrodden Pete nodded his head to agree with Steven's action plan. Even though he had to admit phone routing, so the person couldn't be traced did sound a lot like MacGyver, but they needed recorded or visual proof before contacting him anyway possible.
Jack walked tiredly though his front door, he kicked off his shoes and walked to the freezer to get bottle of Budweiser. He opened the bottle, brought it to his lips and took three large gulps.
He walked over to the crouch and crashed down, turning to the TV, he leaned back into the couch and closed his eyes. He opened his eyes suddenly from the beeping sound that alerted him to the message on his answering machine. Groaning and moaning he slowly got up from his position on the couch, walked over to the machine and hit the play button.
"Hey Jack, guess who?" The voice over the machine said, whom he recognised immediately being Harry.
"Oh god please no!" Jack cried.
"Don't worry Jack, I'm not asking for help. I just thought I should let you know. You known that router you asked me to place on your phone years ago. Well, someone has been trying to trace your number. The company name's is the Phoenix Foundation in California. Who have you pissed off now Jack, as they seem to be eager to find you! Well, have to run hope to see you soon!" Harry finished off saying the message finished with a beep, he angrily pressed delete.
"God damn it Pete, can't you get the message. I left! I don't want you to find me!" He shouted at the top of his lungs.
No longer feeling tired, Jack grabbed his coat, keys and rushed to place his shoes back on and walked out into his jeep. He drove fast out of his drive just narrowly missing another car as he pulled out. The person in the other car stepped hard on the brakes and quickly stepped out of the car and looked at the car that really hit them speeding away. The person whom stepped out was Sam. Worried, Sam quickly got back into her car and speed quickly after him.
Jack's car was leading Sam down a dirt track, Sam slowed down as she reasoned the road lead only one way. With another ten minutes of driving down the road, it opened up to a clear on a edge of a lake, parking her car next to the Colonel's and quickly jumped out and down towards the lake where he was sitting on the bank. She silently approached not wanting to startle him, but realising need of bothered, as he knew she was here when he spoke.
"Carter what are you doing here?" He spoke lowly, sadness piecing his voice.
"You nearly hit my car, as you pulled out of your drive way. I knew there was something wrong. What is it, sir?" Sam asked carefully.
"Drop the sir, will you Sam?" He asked, not really expecting her to agree, but was shocked when she spoke next.
"Okay, Jack." Sam answered liking the idea of being able to call him Jack. Silence took hold then, but Sam wanted to know what was wrong, but she was willing to wait him tell her.
"I thought I left something in the past, but it looks like is coming back to haunt me." He quietly spoke, and was grateful when she didn't say anything after he said that. "I let a lot of people down before coming into the Air Force, I ran away from them without an explanation. One day I just upped and left, I didn't even leave a note, I think they're trying to contact me again, and I don't want that. If they knew my reasons they wouldn't think twice about doing what I did, if it was they're decision. I'm not the person you think I am Sam. Before joining the Air Force I was totally different from what you see today. I miss whom I use to be, but I don't think I can be that person anymore. I want to try, so please don't think there's something seriously wrong with me, if I'm not acting my normal self in your eyes. I can surprise you, with what I know, you can't image the amount of intelligence or knowledge I have. I want to show you all who I really am, let me show you Sam, please?" He pleaded with her, the sincerity in his voice convinced her that what he was saying was true, and she couldn't help but nod.
"I don't think Daniel would believe you or me, if he heard what you just said." Sam spoke softly, while sitting down next to him on the bank.
Jack started smirking. He had a brilliant plan forming in his mind. Of course others would think it was cruel, but he couldn't help being Jack O'Neill.
"Sam, how about we don't tell them? And I just shock everyone with what I know. Of course I won't go out with guns full blasting, little by little show them who I am really. That way they won't get too suspicious." He requested, and she smiled.
"Okay Jack, but one thing. Who are you really?" He chuckled at her question.
"That'll spoil all the fun if I tell you now, I like to surprise as well!" He stated, while laughing heartedly.
End of Chapter Two, Please review.