Chapter:1
"Carter!" Jack called to figure retreating down the corridor. She stopped and turned.
"Yes sir?"
"Have you seen Daniel? He's not in his office, and I was supposed to give him a ride home. He gave a little shrug, "Doc's orders and all."
"No sir, I haven't seen him since this morning."
"Thanks," Jack said before turning and leaving for Teal'c's quarters. Maybe he had seen the archeologist sometime more recently. The walk was short and the conversation was essentially the same as he had with Sam. As Jack was leaving Teal'c's room, the Jaffa said.
"Maybe DanielJackson departed already."
Jack gave him an appraising look before thanking the big man for the idea and headed to the exit. The gate guard saluted sharply at his appearance.
"Sergeant, has Daniel Jackson left the base."
"Yes sir, he left at the beginning of my watch." He paused, but continued at Jack's insistent glare. "He said he wasn't feeling well and had Corporal Jenson drive him home. I must ask, is he alright? He was pale and really shaky on his way out."
Mystery solved, or at least part of it. Why would Daniel have left without even saying good by? Jack was puzzling over the matter when the Sergeant brought his attention back by asking.
"Sir?" Jack could see genuine concern for the archeologist in the sergeant's eyes. He gave a reassuring smile before replying.
"Well, the doc said he was alright, just shouldn't drive for a while. Whatever the device Nem used on him left him a little jumpy, but he should be alright." It had been about two weeks since the incident that left Sam Teal'c and Jack believing that Daniel had died on Oannes. Since then Daniel had been a little tipsy and more clumsy than usual. He also seemed to sequester himself to his work much more avidly than usual, which was kind of hard to imagine, and Janet had made it an order that he go home with Jack at the latest to get some rest every night.
Deciding that Daniel could probably use his rest, Jack signed out of the base and drove home.
Jack was annoyed. They had a briefing this morning and Daniel had an appointment with Janet to see if he'd be let back on active duty. What does the geeky archeologist do? He won't answer his door.
"Come on Daniel" he shouted as he pounded on Daniel's door. Moments went by before he grumbled in frustration and tried the door. Jack wasn't sure if the fact it was open surprised him. He knew that the other man might not be feeling well, but forgetting to lock the door was a bit much, even for Daniel.
"Daniel!" he barked to the empty apartment. He looked around at the haphazard organization of papers littering whatever surfaces could be found. Whatever Daniel had been doing, he wasn't doing it now, and hadn't bothered to pack anything up. Jack searched the rest of the apartment but didn't find the wayward archeologist. He was about to leave when Daniel's computer chimed.
Annoyance and a slight bit of worry caused Jack to disregard Daniel's privacy and look. The computer showed that Daniel had a new e-mail message. But the odd thing was the one that was displayed, and that one was from the Montana Herold.
The message was actually a picture of a newspaper clipping. Jack was unnerved when he noticed that Daniel's face was staring at him in its black and white glory. Next to him stood a woman with dark hair and light skin holding a baby. A young child stood between the two holding Daniel's hand. Jack stared unbelievingly at the picture a moment before his eyes were drawn to the caption.
"Last portrait of the Murphy family. Elizabeth holding little Sarah while Sean keeps a close hand on Alex.(March, 1970)"
Jack drew his eyes up to the headline. "Local Family Gone Missing."
"Sean Murphy, a local forest ranger, and his two children went missing last weekend on a camping trip. The widower and his two children had gone down to the river Saturday July 4nd 1978 for a fishing trip. The police have been unable to find any evidence as to their fate or whereabouts. . . . " The article went on but Jack was too stunned to read anymore. The man in the picture, it was Daniel, it had to be. But it was taken in seventy. He quickly glanced at the end of the article to see where it was from, Yaak Montana.
Jack hit the print button and while the article was printing started to look at some of the papers littering Daniel's work area. They looked like medical records. He skimmed them and noted that they were from Sacred Heart Hospital in Troy, Montana, and from 1979. Looking further, he noticed that the first page noted the patient as John Doe, but toward the end of the stack it switched to Daniel Jackson. The printer finished with a loud clack of plastic and went silent.
Jack took one last look around the apartment before snagging the papers and leaving, intent on getting back to SGC as soon as possible so they could find Daniel. A slight growl of irritation escaped his lips as he slammed the door closed behind him. The drive to the mountain was quiet and Jack was brooding. The false memory of Daniel dying still came back to him, and the feelings of loss he, Sam, and Teal'c had felt were strong, he didn't want to know how the others would react, but he knew it would be strongly.
Why? Why had Daniel ran away? What happened on Oannes? This had to be because of that. Ever since Daniel got back he had been more distant and preoccupied. Jack had just figured it was because the rest of the mountain was being overbearing, and it would get back to normal once everyone got used to the fact that Daniel was in fact back and never really died in the first place. Jack barely noticed as the gate guard saluted and he made his way through security.
Hmm, that seems like a good stopping spot. I hope my writing's ok and stuff. Please Review, if you don't I'll be sad. But if you do, I'll go around with a warm glowey feeling for a while.
Thank you KariAnn for reviewing, and I fixed some of the prologue due to your suggestion, although having taken a class on anthropology, I can safely say that yes, Daniel is an anthropologist. Based on the fact that Archeology is a subclass of Anthropology. Specifically physical anthropology.
"Carter!" Jack called to figure retreating down the corridor. She stopped and turned.
"Yes sir?"
"Have you seen Daniel? He's not in his office, and I was supposed to give him a ride home. He gave a little shrug, "Doc's orders and all."
"No sir, I haven't seen him since this morning."
"Thanks," Jack said before turning and leaving for Teal'c's quarters. Maybe he had seen the archeologist sometime more recently. The walk was short and the conversation was essentially the same as he had with Sam. As Jack was leaving Teal'c's room, the Jaffa said.
"Maybe DanielJackson departed already."
Jack gave him an appraising look before thanking the big man for the idea and headed to the exit. The gate guard saluted sharply at his appearance.
"Sergeant, has Daniel Jackson left the base."
"Yes sir, he left at the beginning of my watch." He paused, but continued at Jack's insistent glare. "He said he wasn't feeling well and had Corporal Jenson drive him home. I must ask, is he alright? He was pale and really shaky on his way out."
Mystery solved, or at least part of it. Why would Daniel have left without even saying good by? Jack was puzzling over the matter when the Sergeant brought his attention back by asking.
"Sir?" Jack could see genuine concern for the archeologist in the sergeant's eyes. He gave a reassuring smile before replying.
"Well, the doc said he was alright, just shouldn't drive for a while. Whatever the device Nem used on him left him a little jumpy, but he should be alright." It had been about two weeks since the incident that left Sam Teal'c and Jack believing that Daniel had died on Oannes. Since then Daniel had been a little tipsy and more clumsy than usual. He also seemed to sequester himself to his work much more avidly than usual, which was kind of hard to imagine, and Janet had made it an order that he go home with Jack at the latest to get some rest every night.
Deciding that Daniel could probably use his rest, Jack signed out of the base and drove home.
Jack was annoyed. They had a briefing this morning and Daniel had an appointment with Janet to see if he'd be let back on active duty. What does the geeky archeologist do? He won't answer his door.
"Come on Daniel" he shouted as he pounded on Daniel's door. Moments went by before he grumbled in frustration and tried the door. Jack wasn't sure if the fact it was open surprised him. He knew that the other man might not be feeling well, but forgetting to lock the door was a bit much, even for Daniel.
"Daniel!" he barked to the empty apartment. He looked around at the haphazard organization of papers littering whatever surfaces could be found. Whatever Daniel had been doing, he wasn't doing it now, and hadn't bothered to pack anything up. Jack searched the rest of the apartment but didn't find the wayward archeologist. He was about to leave when Daniel's computer chimed.
Annoyance and a slight bit of worry caused Jack to disregard Daniel's privacy and look. The computer showed that Daniel had a new e-mail message. But the odd thing was the one that was displayed, and that one was from the Montana Herold.
The message was actually a picture of a newspaper clipping. Jack was unnerved when he noticed that Daniel's face was staring at him in its black and white glory. Next to him stood a woman with dark hair and light skin holding a baby. A young child stood between the two holding Daniel's hand. Jack stared unbelievingly at the picture a moment before his eyes were drawn to the caption.
"Last portrait of the Murphy family. Elizabeth holding little Sarah while Sean keeps a close hand on Alex.(March, 1970)"
Jack drew his eyes up to the headline. "Local Family Gone Missing."
"Sean Murphy, a local forest ranger, and his two children went missing last weekend on a camping trip. The widower and his two children had gone down to the river Saturday July 4nd 1978 for a fishing trip. The police have been unable to find any evidence as to their fate or whereabouts. . . . " The article went on but Jack was too stunned to read anymore. The man in the picture, it was Daniel, it had to be. But it was taken in seventy. He quickly glanced at the end of the article to see where it was from, Yaak Montana.
Jack hit the print button and while the article was printing started to look at some of the papers littering Daniel's work area. They looked like medical records. He skimmed them and noted that they were from Sacred Heart Hospital in Troy, Montana, and from 1979. Looking further, he noticed that the first page noted the patient as John Doe, but toward the end of the stack it switched to Daniel Jackson. The printer finished with a loud clack of plastic and went silent.
Jack took one last look around the apartment before snagging the papers and leaving, intent on getting back to SGC as soon as possible so they could find Daniel. A slight growl of irritation escaped his lips as he slammed the door closed behind him. The drive to the mountain was quiet and Jack was brooding. The false memory of Daniel dying still came back to him, and the feelings of loss he, Sam, and Teal'c had felt were strong, he didn't want to know how the others would react, but he knew it would be strongly.
Why? Why had Daniel ran away? What happened on Oannes? This had to be because of that. Ever since Daniel got back he had been more distant and preoccupied. Jack had just figured it was because the rest of the mountain was being overbearing, and it would get back to normal once everyone got used to the fact that Daniel was in fact back and never really died in the first place. Jack barely noticed as the gate guard saluted and he made his way through security.
Hmm, that seems like a good stopping spot. I hope my writing's ok and stuff. Please Review, if you don't I'll be sad. But if you do, I'll go around with a warm glowey feeling for a while.
Thank you KariAnn for reviewing, and I fixed some of the prologue due to your suggestion, although having taken a class on anthropology, I can safely say that yes, Daniel is an anthropologist. Based on the fact that Archeology is a subclass of Anthropology. Specifically physical anthropology.