WS- LOL! Oh, dangit, sorry…. I'm always getting astrology and astronomy mixed up! Thanks for pointing that out, though. Lol.

No, I won't do the over-used Jack/Sam romance. Ick. Well, I'll see if I can put it in the Stargate section.

Teri, I've read most of your Stargate/ MacGyver crossover. I love it. Lol.

Chapter Two: "Murder The Doctor"

As he walked up to his door from the driveway, O'Neill had an eerie feeling that he was being watched. Quite a few times he stopped and did a complete 360. Nothing was there. Within sight, anyway.

He was so intent on his surroundings that he didn't see it until he was on his porch. It was dark, so he could only see a little ways into his surroundings, but that didn't stop him from watching out for anything. He came to a dead stop when he took the first step up to his porch.

The door was open.

He raced up the remaining steps, swiveling his head from side to side to keep watch. There were no foot prints, and there didn't seem to be anything missing when he walked in, gun drawn, safety off.

There was no one there, nor in the whole house. He furrowed his brows but decided against calling the police. What would they do? If nothing was missing, they'd dismiss it as someone trying out their lock-picking skills.

He sighed, and opened his refrigerator to get some cola. He'd go to bed after filling himself up on the caffeine. He tensed as soon as the door opened.

The light that usually came off as soon as he opened the door was off, like it would be if the electricity was off. The plug was just fine, though, in the electrical socket. He furrowed his brows again, and cocked his head in curiosity.

He grabbed the cola from the door and put it on the counter, closing the fridge door behind him.

He saw the opposite side of the cola bottle as soon as he set it down. There was something taped to it. With duct tape. He raised an eyebrow. It was one of his favorite tools when he was still in the Phoenix Foundation.

He ripped the note off and read it. It was written weirdly:

My orders are simple

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He set it down. What the heck was that? He could read it, but it took a moment to figure out that it was "My orders are simple: Murder the Doctor." Why was it written like that? He shrugged, too tired to think about it.

He didn't even process the information "murder." He just set the cola into the fridge, too sleepy to pour it without spilling, and walked to his room.

Drowsily, he shrugged off his shirt and laid down on the bed, turning the lamp off next to his bed. He had dreams.

Something kept repeating itself:

Murder the doctor…. Murder the doctor…. My orders are simple….

Murdoc…. Murdoc….

He snapped awake, the word Murdoc, even in his sleep, speeding his heartbeat. He sighed, remembering the night before. It had just been a dream, had it not?

He checked the clock. There was about an hour before he had to even start getting ready to leave for the convention. Astrology, math, and science. Jack O'Neill would hate it, but MacGyver would feel right at home.

He grinned at that. How had he been able to live without his duct tape and paper clips? Of course, he had learned in the Air Force that guns weren't the worst thing in the world. Not the best, but not the worst.

Daniel was in the bedroom of his house. Sam and Jack would both be gone for a week. He still couldn't help but wonder who Jack's friends were that were making him so secretive. Jack had never been cryptic before.

He knew Sam and Teal'c felt the same way; they had expressed it in their own ways the day before. Daniel didn't get up, though. Because the rest of his team was off except for Teal'c, they both had the week off. It worked out fine. He would go to a dig the next day.

Sam got out of bed. She walked to her bathroom with her clothes and shrugged off her camisole, putting on her clothing that she would wear on the drive. The convention wasn't necessarily formal, and she always needed to be alert in her business, so she simply put on jean shorts and a blue tank top.

Her hair needed a quick brushing to get it back in place, so she did everything she needed to do to it, and did the rest of her daily hygiene.

She couldn't wait for the convention! She knew someone else who was going, too. The guy was always bragging about someone else named MacGyver. He said that the guy was a wonder. He could do anything with a paper clip, a shoestring, and some chewing gum.

Best of all, she was told that MacGyver was coming to the convention. She could finally meet him! She was told he was interested in astrology, as well as science and math. The convention was going to be just right for both of them. Best of all, she wouldn't have to look into the ancient past like usual.

The Colonel shook his head, clearing his thoughts. Surely Murdoc was either dead or retired. Contract killers never stayed alive in that business very long. He shrugged it off, and went into the kitchen.

He was just about to pull out the coffee to put it n his coffee pot, when he saw the note on his counter. It hadn't been a dream? We looked at it more carefully.

The first letter of every line…. They spelled Murdoc. He couldn't believe it! Someone had to be playing a trick! Or…. No! It simply couldn't be. But, just in case… what doctor was it mentioned in the note? Good ol' Doc Fraiser?

He knew not to take any chances with Murdoc. He hurried to the phone, and dialed the direct number to General Hammond's office. "Hello? General, it's Colonel Jack O'Neill."

"Colonel! Why are you calling? This number is strictly emergency."

"Yes, sir. This is an emergency. I have reason to believe that Doctor Fraiser might be in danger of an assassination, sir," O'Neill replied quickly.

"What? Why? Colonel, where'd you get this information?" the General demanded. His voice was stern. What was Jack getting at?

"Sir, there's not enough time for me to explain," he answered, too quickly for the General's liking. "But, please, keep an eye out."

"Alright, Colonel, but I want an explanation later," George said sternly.

"Yes, sir." He hung up. How was he going to explain it later? It would be just as hard. But he had to clear his head and get ready to leave. Maybe that would get his mind off of things.

It didn't.

Teal'c sat in his room, completing kelnoreem. He slowly opened his eyes to take in the candles around him. He sighed slightly, and stood up to his full height.

He would be on his own in the base that day. Daniel was staying home, and both O'Neill and Sam were going to be away. He wished that he could see more of the outside world. The world of the Tauri.

He was already in clean clothes, so he opened the door and stepped outside. General Hammond was walking down the hall talking to Dr. Fraiser. Whatever they were saying sounded important. But, he decided not to intrude.

Getting out of bed, Daniel sighed. He was still pretty tired. He had absolutely no idea why, though. Maybe he shouldn't have taken that melatonin….

He shook his head, trying to clear a small headache. Of course, that just made it worse.

I need to get an aspirin.

After getting ready, Sam grabbed her keys and purse. She walked to her doorway and out to her driveway. Her new Suzuki sat parked there, and it beeped when she unlocked it and got in.

She hit the gas pedal and went down the road, heading for the convention. She only hoped her mini skirt and jacket didn't get wrinkled in the ride.

Jack was ready about ten minutes later. He got into his navy blue car and drove down the road through his quiet neighborhood. Could things get any worse? But he had to go the convention. He had promised Pete…. And Pete hadn't gotten the list back to him in time, but oh well.

He couldn't help but notice a black SUV that had been trailing his since the highway, but it turned off into an exit as soon as he saw it. False alarm. He went back to concentrating on driving.

Teal'c was, of course, bored. He didn't show it, though. Hands clasped behind his back, he explored the base.

"Teal'c! I'm glad I found you," he heard. General Hammond.

He turned and saw the General coming over to him. "Yes, General Hammond?" he asked. He couldn't help but notice a tense look on the General's face.

"Colonel O'Neill just informed me that Dr. Fraiser might be in some sort of trouble. Would you happen to have any idea of what is going on?" His voice was just as tense as his body language.

"I do not. Did he say anything why she is in danger? Dr. Fraiser was just walking down the hall with you a moment ago," he answered, his voice flat, as usual.

"He didn't. He said that she might be assassinated. I am asking if you know whom might do the work, or why Colonel O'Neill might think she's in danger of one," George replied.

"I have come to believe that it is safe here. It would be challenging for anyone to come and be able to get in."

"True. But can you keep an eye out? The Colonel seemed pretty worried." Jack wasn't the only one who seemed worried.

Daniel checked his medicine cabinet. No aspirin? He mentally noted that. He just got up, and it was already turning out to be a bad day.

There was a knock on his door, and he threw on a shirt quickly. His trousers were wrinkled, but none the worse for wear. He looked down and realized he had put on a Cincinnati Reds T-shirt. He chuckled, but left it be.

He opened the door, and saw someone who had a round face, brown eyes, brown hair that was sleeked back, and was about as tall as he was. His skin was slightly darker tan than his, and he wore black boots—shined—a black hat, and a professional-looking grey suit.

"Erm… hello?" Daniel asked, his eyebrows slightly furrowed. Why was someone like this at his doorstep.

"Hello," the man answered. "My name's Murdoc. I'm an old friend of Jack's. Would you come with me, please?" He sounded totally innocent.

Daniel blinked. What would Jack have to do with this guy? He shrugged, and stepped out. "Well, why are you here? Not to sound rude or anything…."

"No, no, not rude at all. I'm here on some business. Do you think you could spare some time?"

"No, I'm sorry. I don't think I can. You see, I need to go run some errands, and get ready for a trip tomorrow. Can we do this later?" Daniel asked, shrugging apologetically.

Murdoc's face clouded slightly, and he put on a small, wry grin. Daniel jumped back as he produced a hand gun from behind him. It had probably been in his waistband. "Oh, I think you'll find time."

Sam's cell phone rang, and she winced. She hated talking on the phone in the car. But, she needed to take it. Her cell phone was business-only, and this meant it was business.

She took it out of her purse without taking her eyes off of the highway in front of her, and glanced at the caller ID. Only for a moment, though.

It read "Unknown caller."

Odd…. Who could have known my cell phone number who I don't know? Well, anyway.

She pushed a button and put it to her ear. "Hello? Who is this?" she asked. She tried not to sound rude. Anyone might answer their phone like that.

"Major Samantha Carter?" a voice asked from the other end of the connection.

"You're speaking to her. Who are you, may I ask?" she replied. She didn't recognize the voice….

Daniel walked to Murdoc's car, a black SUV, wary of the gun to his back. What was happening? Why would anyone want him?

He sneezed. Springtime… what else was new? "Okay, what do you want me for?" Daniel asked. He knew not to reach into his pocket for a handkerchief.

"Don't tell me that Jack hasn't told you about me. I'm hurt," Murdoc replied. "You'll find out soon enough."

Daniel didn't like the sounds of that.

Jack sat in his car, driving. He hadn't noticed that the car he had suspected of following him had turned onto the exit that went towards Daniel's house.

He saw the same car come onto the highway from another exit behind him. Was it following him after all? He couldn't see anybody inside. The windows were one-way, which made that hard.

He turned off to an exit, wondering if the car would follow him there. It wasn't the way he needed to go to get to the convention, but it was good enough for this little test.

The car went past.

He breathed a sigh of relief and went down a few roads, connecting with the interstate highway again.

Daniel was blind-folded. He couldn't know that they were on the interstate, and had just passed Jack's car.

Murdoc was driving, but Daniel couldn't get away even if Murdoc didn't have the gun at the ready, safety off. His hands were bound behind his back. His feet were left free, though, and his mouth. Little good that would do.

"Where are you taking me?" he asked. He hoped his voice was strong, not weak like he felt. His headache was not helped by the constant whirring sound from being on the interstate.

Sam hung up. There was no answer from the person at the other end. She had heard a click, which meant the other person had hung up. The nerve! How had they known who she was, anyway?

Her blonde hair dropped into her face as she put her cell phone back into her purse, still only taking her eyes off of the road for a moment at a time.

A black SUV passed her, with one-way windows. She cocked her head. NID? No, it couldn't be. It must have just been a normal civilian with a black SUV. No biggie.

She realized she hadn't eaten breakfast when her stomach sent a jolt of hunger pains through her body. She winced, and got ready to take the next exit, get something to eat, and get back on the interstate.

"You'll find out soon enough, Dr. You'll find out soon enough." Daniel couldn't help think that Murdoc's voice was threatening now. Actually, it was.

"Alright, then. Why are you taking me there? What do you plan to do with me?" he asked. Hopefully one of those questions would be answered.

"I've been hired to do this. As a plus, it's like revenge on MacGyver. Not as sweet as hitting him, but it works. My employer wanted you for reasons I don't know. But, I think it has something to do with the Stargate, your line of work," Murdoc answered.

"Who's MacGyver?" Daniel asked. He needed to get off of the topic of the Stargate.

"You'll find out very soon, I believe. Patience is a virtue, Dr. Jackson." He chuckled, which sounded maniacal.

Teal'c's eyebrows were furrowed the entire way to the cafeteria. Why would Janet be in danger here, in the base? It seemed almost impossible, but then again, anything was possible here on Earth. Or so it seemed.

Jack got back on the interstate. The black SUV was so far ahead he could barely see it. Truthfully, he wasn't even sure it was the same car.

"Well," he said to himself, "only two more hours to go in this car."

WS- I hope ya'll like it! Please review! And, don't be afraid to point out some faults. But, please ignore it if I got what kind of car Sam has; I have no idea what it is on the show. Lol.