A/n: first, I'd like to thank alexceasar for adding me to your c2 community, and aglaiawar for reviewing. Thanks to anyone who reads; I hope you like this next chapter. I'd also like to say that if I didn't mention it before, I'm sorry, but it's in February. And once again, there aren't many major season 8 or 9 spoilers, but just beware. (Disclaimer: I don't own stargate or anything related…).
In this reality- Sam had regained consciousness 24 hours after her 'incident.' It was just her body's way of telling her to stop bottling emotions and just mourn for the loss of a loved one, Jack. She had also received a letter from him recently, actually it was addressed to General Landry, but there were extra notes in the package each for a member of SG-1, Siler, and Harriman. It was their first year not together, and it was their first valentine's day not together. They heard from General Landry that he was caught up in the rush of Washington and couldn't drop by, but they all understood. That's why the notes were there. Jack was never a sentimental man until SG-1 softened him a little. The paperwork in the Pentagon must be getting to him too. Cameron Mitchell got a welcome note, Siler's read something like, "You better keep the stargate running smoothly or I'll come back and hunt you down if any of my teams don't get in right." As if referring to the multiple screw-ups the stargate has been through since the operation began. Siler didn't read the note aloud, but he mentioned it to Sam, because the staff always talked with Sam whenever she was around. She thought it was kind of cute (of course thinking to herself) that he still thought of them as 'his teams.' In a way, their loyalty will always be with him.
Harriman's note was short too, "Hey, Chief Sergeant! Congrats on the promo! You always did a good job on the klaxons, keep it up."
Teal'c also had a note: "Hey T. How are you? I'm good. I hope you are doing well. There's not much to do around here except sit around and piss off NID agents. Well, Happy Valentine's Day. I'm sure you've heard of it; you've been here long enough, although we've never mentioned it to you. Well, if you haven't heard of it, ask Danny Boy. Ps…please watch over Sam for me. Thanks. O'Neill."
Daniel's went like this: "Spacemonkey! Hey, I haven't called you that in years. Almost a decade, jeez! I keep remembering the old days, my trick knee running away from those slimy assed snakeheads. So, I hope you're well. Take care of yourself (and you know to watch out for Sam, thanks). Yours truly, Jack O'Neill."
And finally, the best note for last. Sam was very nonchalant about getting a note from her ex-CO, despite the fact that the whole base knew they had a close relationship, whatever it may be. Well, Sam's note was just a simple poem; a silly valentine's card.
Roses are red,
Violets are blue,
The Pentagon sucks,
'Cause I'm missing you.
Sam beamed after she received the card. She kept it in the back of a picture frame of a picture of SG-1. Sam was content for the rest of the week. She may be stuck in the undergrounds of a mountain, alone for Valentine's Day, but she considered herself lucky; she had the man of her dreams, if not with her physically, still in each other's hearts.
Meanwhile, in the other reality…Daniel was savoring the sweet and salty taste of Janet's blood. There were occasionally whimpers from Janet while he drank, but like the vampire's stereotypical ways, they were both deriving pleasure from it. Daniel slowly released her after a few minutes and carefully placed her on a cot. "Sleep Janet, I'll come back for you." He whispered to her silent body. He then walked over to Jack's cot and untied the restraints.
"Thanks Daniel. What do we do now? I mean, I know we have to leave, but the gate is guarded, and it won't be long before a nurse walks in or something. Man, I'm surprised there's no one here right now." Jack rambled.
"Well, if we can't go through the stargate, the only thing I can think of is the quantum mirror, which is in an Area 51 storage room. I can't believe I haven't thought of that before. We've only used it once, and that got us to a different reality. Maybe we can do whatever it is we are being driven to do, and get it done with. I know, that's not what I would normally say, but this affects me too. It's really weird, because it feels like sometimes I'm not in control of my own body. Like when I had all those minds in my head. We really need to get back to P2J-697 to find out more about the people who most likely did this to us. It's strange, but I think they're vampires or something like it, because I just drank Janet's blood. I don't know how, but I feel great now. It's that thing I've been craving since lunch." After Daniel's spiel, Jack was trying to absorb it all in.
"Ok, let's get movin."
"Wait, let me check on Janet." Daniel walked over to where Janet should've been, but the cot was empty. Janet had mustered enough strength to walk to the nearest elevator, locked herself in it, and called General Hammond for backup. She was extremely weak and lightheaded from who knows how much blood Daniel drank from her.
Within minutes, General Hammond and SG-8 were at the infirmary, blocking entrances. He also sent a medical team to where Janet was. There were surveillance cameras everywhere, but Jack and Daniel did not register images and heat signatures. After the nurse had arrived to help Janet, they found out that Daniel had actually drank 3 Liters of her blood, which was half of her body's total amount. The medical team immediately set up an IV drip for Janet to get her glucose and blood count back up.
One young nurse asked, "Are we dealing with vampires here?"
Janet glanced up weakly from the elevator floor and said, "no, just Colonel O'Neill and Dr. Jackson."
"Well, if you ask me, even with all the crazy stuff we get in our infirmary, I know enough of the supernatural world that they could've been turned by vampires from that planet they last visited."
"What does this mean? I mean, am I one of them now, or do I have to drink his blood…man, I don't want to think about that."
"Well, there are many versions of what it takes to turn a human into a vampire, but with the condition you're in right now doesn't seem likely that he turned you. Dr. Jackson only drank from you to replenish himself."
"But we already gave him enough from the blood bank." Janet stated confused.
The nurse raised an eyebrow at this. "Oh well then, did you know that supposedly, 'feeding' actually goes hand in hand with pleasure?"
"Oh," was all Janet could squeak. She had to admit that whatever Daniel was doing to her, she did enjoy some part of it. Just having her life flow so easily into him was…intoxicating.
They remained silent for the remainder of her 'treatment.' In the meantime, General Hammond had ordered people to secure the perimeter. "Do not allow any means of escape; use all force necessary." He said into his walky-talky.
"Aw, that hurts my feelings general." Jack spoke into one of the captured SF's radio. "Come on, sir. Why don't we negotiate some things? You can let us go back to P2J-697 and see what they want with us, and see how we can fix it from that point on. And in return, you'll have us back to normal. How bout it?"
"Colonel O'Neill, release your hostage, and then we can negotiate something."
"Sorry sir, I kinda needed him to replenish my thirst and hunger." Jack smiled wickedly to himself. The SF stayed lying on a cot, which Daniel so nicely prepared for him.
Janet emerged from down the hall and walked slowly toward the general. She held a hand on the wall for support. "Sir, I think you should let me talk to them and possibly negotiate. From what my nurse has informed me of vampires, Colonel and Daniel may be a form of those creatures. Well, you see, Daniel was the one who did this to me, "Janet said while pointing to the bandage on her neck. "I don't think he would've let me live if he was seriously compromised."
"What are you saying doctor? That I should let you go in there so he can do that to you again? And even if I were to let you go in there, what would you negotiate with?"
"Sir, I don't know if we have any other options. If they stay in there too long, they may die due to lack of blood. If they stay, they may never return to normal."
"Yes, but isn't Colonel O'Neill technically dead? I cannot risk the life of another SGC member."
"I understand completely, but I still need to do this. You have to know the fact is that Daniel could've drained my blood and killed me right there and then, but he didn't. While I was gathering strength to walk to the elevator, I overheard him say that they didn't know why they did what they did. If you could just give me a chance to talk to them, we may be able to come up with a solution. Like a virus, we have to let it run its course, with a little medical guidance of course, but we have to let them go back to P2J-697, or at least listen to their sides of the story."
"I see your point doctor," the general said and paused in consideration. "Good luck doctor, you have a go." Then to the rest the SG teams "stand down all personnel, Doctor Fraiser is moving in."
