Author's Note: I bumped up the rating to T (PG-13) for this part, just in case anyone has issues with hinting at some pretty major fatal injuries.

Part six - Silver

Janet, despite knowing about Daniel's inhuman ability to resist fatal injury, was still shocked to watch the uncovered saboteur empty the clip of his handgun into the archaeologist's skull. Daniel went down hard, and before anyone could stop him, Sumner leaped over the gory mess and fled down the corridor.

One of the nurses raised the alarm, and Janet rushed to the downed archaeologist. "Oh God, Daniel," she breathed in horror. Fifteen bullets to the head had chewed up his face, exposing blood, bone, and worse, rendering him almost unrecognizable.

"Oh my God," one of the nurses gasped, covering her mouth. "Doctor...?"

Janet checked him for a pulse. He can heal fast, but this... She was surprised to find a strong, steady pulse and nearly-even breathing. "Help me get him on a bed!" she ordered her shocked assistants.

"Ow."

They jumped back as Daniel abruptly sat up, shaking his head as if to dispel dizziness. A few bullets bounced on the floor as his face healed up like some bizarre backwards time-lapse photography. "That bastard," he moaned, swiping blood out of his eyes.

Janet hovered next to him uncertainly. "Daniel, how're you feeling?" she asked, unsure about the extent of his healing abilities.

"Pissed off," the archaeologist snarled, getting to his feet. "I'm really tired of being shot. Which way did he go?"

Janet forgot for a moment that, if he so chose, he could brush her aside like an insect, and put her hand on his chest to stop him from running after the saboteur. "It's okay, security's going after him. I want to look you over first."

"Later."

"Daniel-"

"Janet!" he growled, cutting her off. "He would've anticipated this happening and planned accordingly. I have to go. I promise, I'll let you look me over, but not now." And with that, he darted around her and vanished through the door.

Jack was heading for the security station when he happened to catch sight of Daniel running full-tilt down the corridor. "Hey, where's the fire?" he called, grabbing his friend's sleeve.

Daniel shot him a really odd look. "Sorry, can't talk right now. I'm...chasing the saboteur, he attacked me in the infirmary." He tugged his arm away, and Jack noticed him clutching a M9 handgun in his left hand.

"What?" Jack questioned quickly, his own sixth sense warning him that something funny was going on. "Which way did he go?"

Daniel shifted anxiously. "He-"

"HEY!" Jack's jaw dropped open as another Daniel rounded the corner, skidding to a stop when he saw the first Daniel next to Jack. This Daniel was soaked in blood but didn't appear to be injured. "You can't escape me," he said.

The first Daniel's eyes widened, and he aimed the gun at his duplicate. "That's impossible!" he yelled. "I killed you!"

Jack took a hasty step away from the first Daniel, looking between the two in surprise. "What the hell?"

"You put fifteen bullets in my skull," the second Daniel corrected, slowly advancing on the first one. "But you didn't do your homework. I can't be killed that easily."

The first Daniel's eyes narrowed. "Those bullets were made of pure silver," he spat viciously, a shudder of fear visibly shaking him as he backed away.

The second Daniel – whom Jack had, by now, figured out was the real one – looked a little startled by that, but shook it off. "Apparently the legends were wrong about that," he said matter-of-factly. "Give it up. There's nowhere you can run where I won't find you."

The false Daniel obviously didn't believe him, because he turned and bolted in panic. Jack jumped reflexively as the real Daniel let loose a bonechilling wolf howl and lunged after him, catching up easily and slamming him to the floor. The false Daniel screamed and tried wildly to shoot behind him, but Daniel grabbed the gun and twisted it apart like silly putty before discarding it and pressing his knee further into the other man's back, pinning his arms up by his shoulders. "Who sent you?" Daniel roared.

"No one!" the imposter squeaked around the severe pressure on his lungs. "Nicholls and I acted alone! No one else knew we were here! God, don't kill me!"

"Are there any more of you?" Daniel demanded. Behind him, Jack saw the security men approaching and signaled them to stop, watching Daniel's terrifying new interrogation skills with shock and a bit of morbid fascination. Remind me never to piss him off again, he noted mentally.

"No, it was just me and Kyle! I swear!"

The false Daniel squealed as Daniel jammed his arms higher. "Why'd you try to sabotage the base and kill us?"

"The Stargate program is too dangerous to keep going," the imposter wailed as his arms were twisted almost to breaking point. "We thought if we could shut it down, the Goa'uld would leave Earth alone!"

"And killing the first and only line of defense would accomplish that?" Daniel looked disgusted at the usual narrow-minded viewpoint of those employed by the NID.

Jack decided it was time to intervene, but kept a safe distance while calling out to Daniel. "Daniel, security's here. Let them take over from here."

For a long moment, the colonel was sure that the archaeologist-turned-werewolf was going to totally ignore him and turn the imposter into tiny bite-sized kibble snacks. Finally, Daniel released his deathgrip on the saboteur, jerking him to his feet with absolutely no gentleness and shoving him into custody of the SFs. "He's telling the truth," he declared bluntly as they snapped the sobbing man into handcuffs.

Jack nodded and stared at the imposter curiously. "How did he...?"

"Look like me?" Daniel finished, calming a little. He reached out and pulled the collar of the imposter's shirt down, exposing a familiar circular device with a series of blinking lights running around the circumference. "Mimic device," he concluded, pulling it away from the imposter's skin. Instantly, his form wavered and melted into an unassuming technician as the illusion field dissipated.

"Son of a bitch," Jack muttered under his breath. "Put him in a holding cell," he ordered the guards. They dragged the suddenly-compliant saboteur down the corridor.

"What's going to happen to him?" Daniel wondered.

Jack shrugged. "Either they'll put him – or rather, them, once his buddy wakes up – in prison for the rest of their lives, or make them quietly disappear from the face of the planet. Either way they won't be doing any more damage." He finally got a closer look at Daniel. "You might wanna clean up a little," he suggested.

Daniel looked down at himself. "Yeah, I guess so," he said apologetically. "I didn't exactly have time to change my shirt."

"And what was that about you getting shot in the head?" Jack continued, arching his eyebrow. "I thought I told you not to do that."

Daniel rolled his eyes as they started down the hall. "Oh please, you said nothing of the sort. You told me not to get myself killed. And I didn't."

"No, you just took fifteen silver bullets to the head?" Jack repeated disbelievingly.

The archaeologist looked even more embarrassed. "It's not like I wanted to," he muttered. "Hurt like a bitch."

Jack shook his head. "Only you, Daniel, I swear."

End part six.