Title: John Doe
Summary: General O'Neill suffers from a concussion due to a blow to the head, which causes amnesia. He doesn't remember who he is or anything about himself, will help from somebody (cough Sam cough) bring back his memory?
Disclaimer: Oh, come on...we all know that they're not mine. Must we go through this song and dance
every single time?
A/n: I don't remember the doctor's name from the beginning of the season...so I'm making one up.
He woke up with what felt like the worst hangover anybody could ever have. The kind that only comes after you've been drinking for a day or even days straight. He felt awful, his head was pounding, and he was sure that he couldn't move his right arm. He looked down at it, sure enough it was in a sling. Sighing to himself he tried to sit up, he didn't even make it halfway before falling back onto the bed he was in. Groaning he tried again...and again failed miserably. What had happened to him? "General O'Neill?" A voice called from near the bed. He didn't answer, and something occurred to him. What was his name? He hadn't thought of it, his first thoughts when he woke were of the splitting headache that wouldn't go away. He had no clue what his name was.
"General? Are you awake?" The voice called out again. It was female that was for sure. It seemed to him the voice got a bit panicky after whoever she was looking for didn't answer.
Something else occurred to him. Is she talking to me? Am I General O'Neill? He looked over towards the source of the panicked voice, a tall blonde stood at the foot of his bed, her hands gripping the railing tightly. She furrowed her eyebrows at the confused look on his face.
"Sir? Are you ok?"
"Who..." he paused, his throat was on fire...he must have had a tube down it. "Who are you?" He forced out, despite the pain it caused.She drew her head back quickly, as if confused. "Sir?"
"Why...are you calling me 'sir'?"
She cocked her head to one side, her mouth dropped open just a little. She blinked a couple of times before closing her mouth again, then spoke. "I'll go get the doctor." She seemed hesitant to leave, but walked away, nearly sprinting. She glanced back at him once, a look on her face that told him he'd better not be joking or she'd kick his ass. He wasn't sure WHO she was, but he was sure she would.
A few moments later she came back with a shorter woman, dark brown hair pulled back into a bun, brown eyes wide and focused on him. "General O'Neill...how are you feeling?"
"Who's General O'Neill?" He asked, his throat finally starting to stop burning.
The blonde seemed upset, "you are." She said her voice thick with emotion.
"Really?"
"Sir, if this is a joke it's a bad one." Her eyes narrowed on him, challenging him.
"I'm not joking...where am I?" He looked around the room to see if he could place anything, but all that he could see was a white sheet pulled around the bed, he figured he was in some sort of hospital. How was it he could remember something like a hospital, but not his own name? What had happened to him?
The two women exchanged worried looks. It seemed a million words passed between them without them speaking at all. In the end the blonde shook her head, and the doctor (he assumed) looked back at him.
"Tell me what you can remember?" The doctor asked.
"Uhh...everything except for the things that count."
The blonde spoke again, "like what?"
"It's 2004...I'm an American, this is some sort of hospital, something happened to me, and I have the worst headache ever."
The blonde inhaled deeply, "nothing about who you are and where you're from?"
He searched his brain, "I vaguely remember something about Minnesota."
Both women sighed simultaneously, he could tell he had let them down in some way, though he had no clue how. He didn't even know their names or how well he knew them. It seemed to him that he knew the blonde better than he knew the brunette. She seemed to be having a harder time with the whole ordeal than the other was...then again he could be wrong. He could not know either of them well...he could know both of them the same.
The doctor whispered something to the blonde, who shut her eyes with what looked like frustration. She sighed to herself and nodded at whatever it was the doctor was saying. When the shorter woman left the blonde walked around from the foot of the bed to the side of the bed. She pulled up a metal chair and sat in it. She leaned her head forward into the palms of her hands and then ran her fingers through her short blonde hair. She sighed again, and rubbed her temples.
"You have to remember something about who you are...sir." The sir was added as a sort of afterthought, as if she had to remind herself to do so."I'm sorry," he saw disappointment pass though her eyes, "I wish I could remember something...really, I do. I...what happened to me?"
"You suffered a concussion caused by a blow to the head."
"What the hell from?"
He heard footfall coming towards them and apparently she did too, she turned around and when she saw who the footsteps belonged to stood up and pulled him away from the bed. They spoke quietly, and after awhile a grave expression washed over his face. He kept glancing from her to him, him to her, sort of like he didn't believe whatever it was she was telling him. The last time he looked away she grabbed his arm and he turned back around.
They had words for another minute or so, then they parted ways. The man came over to the bed and the woman walked out of the room in a hurry. He briefly wondered where she was going and even briefer still wished she would come back. He didn't know why, he was just drawn to her. There was something in her eyes that told him she was special...something that was different. From what, from whom, he didn't know.
The man sat in the chair that the woman had occupied. He was fairly built, brown hair, and blue eyes that were covered by glasses. The women probably went crazy over him. It wasn't until then he wondered what he looked like, he couldn't remember that either.
"Jack?" The man asked bringing him out of his gaze.
"I'm sorry...who?"
He drew his head back in a fashion that was similar to the way the blonde woman had only moments before. "You...Jack what's going on? Is this some sort of sick joke?"
"You're the second person to ask me that. No...this isn't a joke. Do I do that? Make bad jokes?" "No...not this kind."
He pondered that answer. "So...I'm Jack...what's your name?"
"Daniel," he squinted at him, "you sure you're not playing a joke?"
"No. Daniel, I'm not. Who was that woman?"
"The one who just left? That was Sam."
"You remember?"
"No...it just makes sense. Where are we? What's going on? What happened to me?"
"You're suffering from a concussion...and what I'm assuming is memory loss. Amnesia."
"Great," he said sarcastically. "Hey...what color are my eyes?"
The man...Daniel furrowed his eyebrows, "you really don't remember anything do you?"
"Why does everybody keep asking me that? Of course I don't. And if I'm the kind of person who plays cruel jokes like that, I must not have very many friends. Daniel...right? As you can imagine, I'm confused as hell. I don't know who I am, where I'm from, what happened to me, anything about my life. You think you could fill me in, just a little?"
Daniel sighed, "this might take awhile..."
a/n: so...tell me what you think. It's in the new season, and sorry...but at this point in time Sam's engaged to Pete...don't start sending flames just yet, it'll change (I think). So...no tomatoes...no rocks...nothing heavy to throw at me...got it?
The title has to do with the fact that when people suffer from amnesia and don't remember their names, or for whatever reason they can't remember their names, for males they put the name down as John Doe, for females it's Jane Doe.