WS- Bloopers is a very good way of putting them. I think I have finally learned which is which with astronomy and astrology, and the California thing is because I spaced while typing. How's that for an explanation?

Sorry for the wait. Everything has been hectic, and my fictionpress really takes priority because those you can actually get published when they finish, and I seem to like those better for some reason. I guess I just use my own imagination even more than I do on fanfics. I would appreciate it if someone checked out my fictionpress. (My username is at the bottom of my profile.)

I have also personally found many holes in the last chapter. I must have been tired. It happens sometimes. Like the fact that in the first chapter it stated Daniel would go on the dig the next day, and therefore that would be the day Daniel was kidnapped by Murdoc, but in the second chapter it said he would go the day after. There are also a few others, but I hope you can overlook that.

I can't get the page breaks I try to work on here, so I'll hope this way is fine:

Chapter Three

"Really, who are you?" Daniel demanded. This didn't seem like it would end well at all.

"I told you, an old acquaintance of MacGyver's. You, my friend, might know him as Jack O'Neill, Colonel of SG-1, the top-ranking team in Stargate Command, a classified organization run by the Air Force." Murdoc grinned wryly, but Daniel couldn't see it through his blindfold.

Jack

Jack sighed, bored. What to do, he thought. He knew he should be focused on driving, but he hated long drives, especially when he was the driver, therefore he couldn't do something.

Jack loved action. He liked to have fun, or go do something relaxing. Sitting and driving was not his idea of a good time.

But, he thought, maybe the convention will liven my spirits.

Sam

After finishing an Egg McMuffin from McDonald's, Sam took to the road once again. It was busier than she expected.

She couldn't help but wonder what the phantom phone call had been. Who had called and how did they know her? Why did they call in the first place?

Teal'c

The cafeteria was busy, as usual. People were talking, filling the room with their voices. Plates clanged, utensils dropping every now and then. The kitchen was no more busy than usual: it was very busy.

He grabbed a tray, a plate, and loaded it with fruit, as usual. Grapes, cantaloupe, peaches, apples, honeydew, you name it he got it.

He settled at an unoccupied table and dug in.

Jack

"Finally!" he muttered as he pulled into a parking lot. This was a relief. But as he pulled into his space, he caught a glimpse of another car coming in and at the driver inside. He gasped and ducked away from Sam's sight. He should have known from his luck that this was the convention she had indeed been talking about. And now Pete would want the reason that he would be so skittish in the place.

He didn't want Sam knowing he was, actually, a retired Phoenix Foundation agent. One of their top agents. And smart, too; she would probably have a heart attack if she found out he knew how to go through a chicken-wire fence with a chair and a hanger. And how to patch a hot-air balloon with a map and duct tape. And how to make a lie detector with an alarm clock. And then there was always—

He shook his head, clearing it of his thoughts. He needed to be on alert, but not so much he was acting oddly. He would probably also have to tell Pete what was going on in case he had to split.

Daniel

He frowned slightly. Mozart filled his ears as his captor turned on the radio. He shook his head incredulously; someone like this appreciated fine music? He doubted it, but hey, anything was possible. He had seen much weirder in the past few years, at the SG-C.

"We're here!" Murdoc announced cheerfully. Before Daniel could where "here" was, something hard and cold connected with the side of his head.

He was out like a light.

Sam

Carter got out of the car, stretching her legs. What a drive that had been. Thoughts of the phantom phone call still ran through her head, but she pushed them back to a filing cabinet and stored them for later. Right now she would have to go find her room number; everybody in the convention had been invited, and were given their own room, like a hotel, in a different wing of the building.

She sighed. Suddenly the hair on the back of her neck rose and she spun around, watching her surroundings warily. Someone was watching her. She bit her lip slightly, seeing no one, and guessed it was probably stress doing this to her. She shook her blond head and walked into the huge, modern building in front of her with glass walls.

"Everything's okay, Samantha, you're just under stress," she muttered to herself. "I have no idea what it's from—Colonel O'Neill would say too much work, of course—but it's got to be stress." She walked in, showed her invitation to a man at a counter. He smiled and nodded and handed the major the keys to her room.

Teal'c

The jaffa finished his meal quickly, thinking about the day's events, and went to his room to perform Kel'no'reem. Before he could completely lose himself in the meditating process, there was a knock at the door.

"Teal'c, have you heard from Daniel?" General Hammond asked, a slight bit of worry in his eyes. Teal'c shook his head, wondering what was going on. First Janet had been in potential danger, and now he General was worried about Daniel? What was going on?

Hammond's lips pinched. "I called him and he won't answer. If you hear from him, please, tell me." The jaffa nodded. Hammond forced himself to smile a bit. "Thank you."

Jack

He watched as she walked inside and shook his head. This was going to be tricky. He got out of his car carefully, looking into the door for just a moment to make sure she was out of sight, and walked in.

He did the same as Carter had before him, showing the invitation to the man at the desk and receiving a set of keys. He looked at the number, 13D, and winced. Bad luck. But he didn't believe in luck; thankfully. He was glad Mama wasn't there with her voodoo religion, saying the spirits weren't very pleased with him if they would do something like this.

Thinking about the crazy old woman made him smile. Last he had heard, she was in a retirement home freaking out all of the other inhabitants, including the workers. Finally she had been forced to keep her magic to herself.

A young man in one of the uniforms walked up, nodded in greeting, and said, smiling, "May I collect your baggage and bring it to your room, sir?" Jack nodded in return, grateful. After telling which car was his, he walked to his room.

"See, O'Neill? No Carter yet. This may be okay after all." He sighed and scanned the room. It looked like a typical expensive hotel, with a queen-size bed, big TV, desk, small bathroom with complimentary soap, and a big window with a good view of the highway. How quaint, he couldn't help thinking, sarcastically.

He walked out to go and get something to eat, consulting a map that Pete had sent him. He had to admit, the place was as big, if not bigger, than the SG-C. Amazing. He found that the cafeteria was filled to the brim with people, but was glad to find Pete was waiting outside the door instead of inside.

But he also noticed Sam was with the Phoenix agent.

Sam

She had let one of the employees take care of her bags and then headed to get some lunch. Someone she had met once had been the one to invite her here and though they had agreed to meet later that night, she had spotted him outside the cafeteria.

"Peter! How are you? I wouldn't have expected to find you this easily in this bag a crowd." Thornton grinned and nodded, obviously just as surprised as she.

"I was waiting for Mac. You know, the guy I've been telling you about? He should be here any minute. Why don't you wait with me? I'm sure he'd love to meet you, Samantha."

"Sam, please." Pete nodded, remembering that she hated being called "Samantha." Before he could apologise, his cell phone rang, the tone barely audible over all the noise. He didn't know why the people bothered putting music on in the lobby and cafeteria; it couldn't be heard.

"Hello? Hey, Mac! I'm waiting outside the cafeteria like we agreed. Another friend of mine has just shown up and she wants to meet you. Where are you, buddy?" There was a pause on the other end.

"Uh, Pete, that's your friend? What's her name?" He chuckled despite himself. "Okay, quit looking around like a madman. Yes, I'm close enough to see you."

Sam didn't know what they were talking about, and wondered what was so funny when Peter laughed. "Mac, come out! Quit playing. Come on. What, afraid to meet another friend of mine? She's good in astrophysics, not the many uses of duct tape; so don't worry, she's not going to challenge you to a competition." This time Sam did smile; she could hear Pete's side of the conversation, even is she couldn't hear MacGyver's.

Jack

Jack gulped. "Well, uh, that's not it, Pete. I'll catch up to you later, okay? I've got to get settled in, you know? If we're going to be here for a week, I don't want to have to get my clothes out of a suitcase the whole time and everything."

Pete sighed from the other end. "Okay, okay, you win. Just meet me when you can. Call me again and we'll arrange a place where we might be able to find each other. I'm not letting you out of here without having met my other friend here, though. Wait, I've got an idea. Why don't you tell me your room number so I can come over there with her? Win-win for all of us."

"Uh, no, sorry. I'll meet her later. Promise. Gotta go. See you, Pete." He hung up and walked towards his room.

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NOTE

Yes, yes. Short. I've been trying to get this up as soon as possible, and so, you can see how writer's block might keep the chapters from being so long. I know what I want to happen, but I can't put it onto paper for some reason.

Please review! I'm glad you all have stuck with the story, even if I've been having trouble doing the same.

Thanks to (for reviews of the latest chapter): Darklight, Ant Crown, FORD B, kippling croft, Jon'ic Recheio, Ecri, Luna the Moonmonster, zeilfanaat, frizzyhead, Teri

P.S. I have decided to stop naming my chapters. I have trouble thinking up the names, and therefore, here's my problem. If anyone would like me to continue naming them, please tell.