A/N: I can't believe I posted the first chapter twice but with a little difference. I am sorry that I am stupid everyone! Anyways, this IS a different chapter with different things in it! Woot! Also, I apologize for the long wait of this chapter.

Thank you everyone for the reviews and I hope you all are still with me on this:-P

Mac was waiting for him in the cafeteria a week later, once Janet had allowed him to leave the infirmary. Jack paused in the doorway staring at Mac incredulously, "You really should tell me how you get in here." He said pulling up a chair across the table from Mac.

A mischievous smirk lifted up the corner of Mac's lips, "Some other day. So how are you feeling?"

Jack shrugged, "I messed up." He said gingerly touching the gauze wrapped around his head.

"Yes you did." Mac agreed, the smile leaving his lips.

"I missed." Jack added standing up to get himself a cup of coffee.

Mac stood up as well, "I can't believe you said that!" He snapped pressing his hands down on the table.

Silence flooded into the empty cafeteria creating thick tension between the two men, Mac fisted his hand on the table as Jack turned around to face him. His eyes were narrowed almost lost in the thick wrapping of gauze over them.

"I mean it." He said darkly keeping his eyes locked with Mac's.

"No you don't." Mac whispered, "This is all a cry for help."

Jack stiffened and Mac could have sworn he heard a snap echo throughout the large room, "A cry for help?" Jack shouted clenching his fists at his sides, "A cry for help?" He said softer shaking his head, "It's a cry for God to come and take my bloody body from this Hell hole!" His voice rose again, "Since he already took my soul from me!"

Jack trembled in anger, his need for coffee long since evaporated in his fury, "How can I live without my soul?" His voice cracked with emotion, "You don't know how it feels."

"You have people here that need you now." Mac said watching Jack carefully study his shoes with a blank expression.

Jack looked up at him, his face pale, "I don't have anyone here."

"What about Sam, Daniel, Teal'c, and Janet?" Mac tried feeling desperate.

"They think I'm crazy." Jack whispered sinking into the nearby chair and cradled his head in his hands, "I just want some damn answers!" He was shouting now, his sudden mood swings startling Mac into wondering why no one was checking in on him yet.

Mac moved across the room to the coffee machine and grabbed a cup, "Jack," He said softly looking away from the coffee, "I can't give you any answers that you already know."

An exasperated sigh exploded from Jack's lungs, "Fer cryin' out loud… if that wasn't an Oma thing to say then I don't know what is…" He rolled his eyes upward and ran his hands through his hair.

Confusion washed across Mac's face, "What's an 'Oma'?" He asked pouring Jack a cup of coffee and moved over to him handing the cup to him.

Jack shook his head setting the cup aside, "What do you want?" Jack asked looking at Mac who had taken a seat at the table.

Mac picked up a paperclip someone had left behind and unbent it, "Come on Jack! You should know why I'm here. It's to help you."

Jack frowned, "I don't need any help." He growled looking away.

"You sure about that?" Mac asked quietly rebending the paperclip back into shape, "You were on the verge of a breakdown a few minutes ago, now you think you don't need any help? What the Hell kind of reasoning is that?" He slammed the paperclip down and Jack, despite himself, jumped.

Mac shook his head, "You know… It wasn't your fault that Charlie died. He wasn't mad at you because of that water gun-"

"Stop it!" Jack shouted jumping to his feet, the movement making his head spin, "Just stop it!" He continued trying to fight off the vertigo, "You don't know anything! Who the Hell are you to tell me about Charlie?" He leaned heavily against the table as his vision danced, "You don't know…" He breathed collapsing to the floor.

Jack touched his temple and winced at the texture of gauze and tape and then the small static of pain that ran across his forehead. "How'd I get back here?" He grumbled sitting up in the bed back in the infirmary. His head throbbed bitterly making him feel light headed and forcing him to lie back down.

"What did I tell you about taking it easy?" Janet scolded him as she walked into the infirmary, "I only let you leave to get a cup of coffee not expecting that to be to strenuous of a task. But then I get a report that you were fighting with someone in the cafeteria? You're lucky that person went to check on you when they did or you'd still be unconscious on the floor in there, since almost everyone's off world right now." She frowned at him pausing in her ranting and then continued looking over his stats, "Who were you fighting with? The lieutenant that found you reported that the room was empty."

Jack sighed nosily, 'Figures he'd leave before anyone spotted him…' "Mac." He grunted really not wanting to go into further detail about their 'fight'.

Janet nodded, "Oh Mac? Sam and Daniel were telling me about him," She paused tucking her clipboard under her arm, "Nice guy, hm?" She smiled.

"Great." Jack muttered sarcastically covering his eyes with his hand, he moved it away after what Janet had said and squinted at her, "You've seen him?" He asked hopefully.

She shook her head, "Nope, just saying." She smiled lightly, "What's he look like? I would like to meet him."

"Meet who?" Daniel asked walking in.

Jack ignored Daniel lifting his hand in an attempt at showing a measurement even though he was lying down, "About 6 foot 2, dark brown hair,"

"Wait-"

"Brown eyes," Jack continued ignoring Daniel, "Dark brown leather jacket, nice jacket by the way, blue jeans-"

"Jack!" Daniel yelled.

Jack stopped and looked pointedly at Daniel, "Yes?"

Janet snickered. Daniel frowned resisting the urge to roll his eyes and glare at Janet, if that was possible, "That sounds like you… W-well not now with your gray hair- It sounds like you."

"Me?" Jack said ignoring Daniel's obvious embarrassment, "He looks nothing like me!"

Daniel's eyes grew wide for a split second as realization dawned on him, "Are you talking about Mac?"

Janet nodded, "Yes." She answered for Jack.

"Have you seen him?" Jack asked lifting his head a little.

"Well yea… here and there. Just in the hallways though, I haven't actually talked to the guy. He does kind of look like you though." He shrugged nonchalantly.

Janet eyed Daniel for a moment, "Well I better get these reports to General Hammond." She looked back to Jack and smiled, "He wants you back on duty as soon as possible. But I don't see that happening anytime soon unless you rest." She stressed the last word and Jack groaned rolling his eyes to the ceiling, "Come on Daniel."

Daniel looked to Jack who shrugged, "Do as the doctor says." He smirked waving him off.

"I guess I'll talk to you later than." Daniel turned following Janet out into the hallway, "What?" He asked walking along side her.

"You haven't met Mac have you?" She asked stopping.

Daniel shook his head, "Well uh, y-no…" He shook his head sheepishly, "Sam and me were just worried that since Jack hasn't been doing well since his wife and kid died," He paused sighing softly, "Well we think that this Mac guy is a way of Jack coping with what happened."

"Like an imaginary friend?" Janet's eyebrows drew together in confusion.

Daniel shrugged, "I guess."

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