A/N: forgot to mention I don't own them. And not making money off of this.

It was two days later that Daniel opened his eyes. Sam was taking her turn at Daniel's bedside. She, Jack and Teal'c had decided that they didn't want Daniel waking up alone. He'd have to rely on them for a while. A full, complete recovery might not even be possible.

Seven of his fingers were broken. As were both his arms, legs, left foot, three toes, and four ribs. His right knee was shattered and had to be replaced. Plates and pins were holding him together at this point.

When Janet didn't say he was going to die they didn't think it would have been this close to being on the edge.

"Daniel?" Sam called.

"Help me." He croaked out.

Sam spooned some ice into his mouth. "Better?"

"Please, don't make me go back." He pleaded.

"Shh." Sam ran her hand over his forehead. "You're safe. We got you."

"Please, I don't want to. Don't make me."

"We won't Daniel. Shh. Just rest. It's okay." She continued to sooth. Within moments Daniel's eyes started to drop.

She felt bad for Daniel. His limbs would be in casts for at least 6 weeks. The damage to his behind was bad too, but only time and patience would tell how bad. The teeth that had been knocked out had been replaced. His body was still bruised and his face painful to look at. But the swelling had mostly receded.

Sam sighed and picked her book back up.

Daniel next surfaced a day later. This time Jack was sitting next to him. "Danny, welcome back." Jack's smile fell from his face the instant he saw the look of horror on Daniel's face.

"Where is he?"

"Who?"

"Colonel Mitchell. I – I heard him."

"Danny, it's – "

"Don't call me that."

"Don't call you what?"

"Danny. Only my parents can call me that. And you aren't them." Daniel shouted.

Jack was nervous. "Okay. I'm sorry Daniel." Something wasn't right here.

"And he called me Danny." He said quietly.

"Who?"

"Colonel Mitchell. I don't have to go back to them, do I?"

"It's just you and me here Daniel. No one is going to move you from here. You can stay."

"You promise?" Daniel asked.

That's when Jack was able to pinpoint part of the problem. Daniel was terrified of something. This Colonel Mitchell and he couldn't protect himself. He needed Jack to protect him. "I got you Daniel. Don't worry. Nothing is going to hurt you." Jack felt like he was back in time and his son needed him.

Daniel was once again, slowly losing the battle to stay awake. "Please promise me. I don't have to go back. Please."

"It's okay Daniel. You don't have to go back." Jack continued to say, hoping to calm him down.

"Jack." Dr. Janet Frasier came up behind him.

"Something's not right." He blurted out.

"Huh?"

"It's Daniel. But not the Daniel we know."

"Are you sure? Are we talking alternate reality or foothold?"

"Neither. Talk to him. You'll see it. He's scared of something."

"He was just the victim of a brutal attack. Of course he's scared."

"I'm sure none of his attackers gave names, which Daniel specifically named. He mentioned his parents only calling him 'Danny'."

"Colonel, do you want to take a break? I can stay with him till Teal'c comes by."

"Yeah. There's something I need to do." And Jack walked out.

As soon as he got back to his office he placed a call to pull in a favor.

Four hours later he had a thick stack of papers and a fresh pot of coffee.

Daniel woke again while Janet was there. It gave her a chance to ask some questions.

"Who are you?" Daniel asked first, wary of her.

"Dr. Frasier." She was worried that there might be some brain damage. "Do you know your name?" She asked as she pulled out her pen light.

"Daniel Christopher Jackson."

"Your birthday?"

"July 8th 1966."

"How old are you?"

"Eleven"

Janet hoped she was able to cover her shock. "Do you remember what happened?" He didn't seem too fazed being in a hospital like setting.

Daniel slowly nodded.

"Do you want to talk about it?"

"No." He answered.

"Okay." Janet took a deep breath. She had to tread carefully here. "How about some more sleep. You really should rest."

"I don't have to go back?"

"No Daniel, you don't." She injected a sedative into the IV and watched his eye lids drop. "Don't worry, we'll figure this out." She whispered as she brushed his hair away from his face.

She had to find Jack. He wasn't in his office and he wasn't responding to the pages that she sent, although Teal'c did.

"Have you seen Colonel O'Neill?" She asked.

"Yes, he was in the gym not to long ago."

Teal'c led the way into the gym where Jack was drawing a crowd beating up on the punching bag.

"Colonel." Janet started. She was happy to see that Teal'c was getting rid of the on lookers. It gave her a chance to focus on the person who needed her.

"Don't." He cut her off, as he continued to beat the bag.

"Jack. You're knuckles are bleeding." She carefully laid a hand on his shoulder. Jack stopped and looked down at his hands. "You know you're supposed to wear gloves." She said calmly. "I wanted to talk to you anyway. Why don't we take a look at your hands in my office?"

Jack blew out a breath and bent to grab the yellow envelope he had brought with him. Just the thought of what was in that envelope was enough to make him want to kill. He silently followed the doctor back to the infirmary. They walked by Daniel's bed and Jack couldn't help but reach out to touch his sheet. Poor kid. Jack thought as he continued into the doctor's office.

Janet was already pulling out items to clean and bandage the colonel's hands. Neither of them spoke until she started.

"Daniel woke up before and I was able to speak to him." Janet started. "You're right. There's something wrong. For some reason he things he's eleven. I don't."

She was cut off by Jack. "I do. It's all in there." He nodded to the envelope. "You're gonna need to read it, because of the medical files."

"I have all of Daniel's records."

"These you don't. They were sealed by the government and technically disappeared."

"But I've records from when he was born. Are you saying they're fakes?"

"No. These only span about two years. Not long after his parent's were killed."

"Why were they sealed?"

"Because of the person involved and the abuse that's mentioned." Jack spat.

"What do you mean?" Janet didn't need to hear it but it looked like Jack needed to talk.

"After his parents died and his grandfather turned him away, Daniel was placed in a foster family. Colonel Bryan Mitchell was highly decorated, and in the navy, he was discharged because of an injury. He and his wife, Marion, couldn't have children so they were looking to adopt once they were settled in one location. He was there for a little over two years, till right after he turned eleven."

"Jack?"

"During that time Daniel was in and about of the hospital about once a month. That was until he turned eleven." Jack couldn't help but clench and unclench his hands, oblivious to the pain that it might be causing him. "For his birthday, the bastard had a party for Daniel. The gifts he got where broken bones, severe bruises, numerous sexual assaults, and alcohol poisoning. According to the report Daniel at eleven, about 4 feet tall and about 40 pounds had about 12 cans of beer. He was in a coma for about 3 weeks. They had to pump his stomach, because of all the liquor in him. They had found a new family to take him in and he didn't seem to remember what happened."

"And this new attack seems to have triggered that memory." Janet surmised.

Jack nodded, tired and upset.

"That actually explains some of his reactions that I've seen. I'm bringing in a psychiatrist who will be able to help Daniel deal with this." Jack nodded. "You should probably speak to someone too. The rest of SG-1 also."

"You're right, but I'm not ready to tell them why yet."

Janet nodded. "Get some rest Jack. I'll speak to you later."