The usual disclaimer applies here, I don't own Stargate SG-1, THEY OWN ME! Oh, sweet obsession!
Chapter 1 - Capture
Daniel Jackson was exhausted and weary, glad to finally step through the gate into the SGC and end this god-awful mission! He'd been off-world for almost two weeks and could hardly wait to have some down time to relax and get some much needed rest.
He loved his job and all the excitement of the travel, the new cultures, and the new people who had not seen humans from earth before. He also loved doing the research and translating the unknown script, using his linguistic skills to unlock the mysteries of the written word. When he successfully found the key to a particularly difficult language, he was elated and his spirits soared, knowing he could finally read something that had been written hundreds - maybe thousands of years earlier by another person, who had absolutely no idea that it would be read by him in this time.
And sometimes, he just wanted to chuck it all and go home. Today was one of those days. He was bone weary from the long, tiring mission spent on a planet 380 light years from earth. This latest trip was a back breaker that led through forests, over hills and rocks, and the ruins were 15 clicks from the gate. It rained almost every day so they had trouble keeping the fire going at night and their clothes never dried out completely. The smell of wet wool and mildew clung to everything after the first week and the temperature dropped a good 40 degrees over the duration of the trip. Snow piled up and the last two days were spent struggling through drifts at least 4 feet high. His legs and feet were cold and sore, and he was so tired that by the time he arrived at the base, he just wanted a hot shower, something to eat and a bed to crash in. Unfortunately, that was delayed as SG-17 came through the gate with 3 injured marines one hour before SG-1 came through, so the post mission physical was fast and they were asked to come back tomorrow. That was fine with him. He headed for the locker room for a much needed shower and as the hot water poured over him, he felt the aching muscles finally warm up. 'God, I'm tired,' he thought as he changed into his jeans and sweater and made tracks for home!
As he drove off the base in his Jeep he realized he was hungry and he thought about what he wanted to eat. Fast food just wouldn't cut it and after all this time, the contents in his refrigerator would probably classify as top secret science experiments, ready to crawl away as soon as he opened the door. Remembering that he had his favorite pizza in the freezer, he opted to go straight home and forget fresh groceries until later. He was just too damn tired for anything else and the pizza would be quick and easy.
He changed his clothes for his gray Air Force sweats which were more comfortable to sleep in later. He was finally warm and content and ready to settle in for a quiet evening in front of the fire, a glass of wine to relax with and then bed. Especially the bed. He was so worn out he would probably sleep throughout the weekend!
The timer buzzed so he headed for the kitchen and shut the oven off, ready to take the pizza out when he heard a click.
He looked through the door to the living room and saw a shadow pass by the fireplace. "Sam? Jack?" Maybe one of them stopped in to see him before heading home. He walked into the living room to see who was there but he was completely dumbfounded when a total stranger took a step into the room and came at him. Daniel turned toward the kitchen but he was tackled from behind, his eyeglasses flying. He rolled over and kicked the guy in the arm, and as the guy let go, he scrambled for the kitchen but saw two men entering the back door. He backed into the corner and tried to remember his training but they came for him. He ducked and desperately tried to reach for the phone on the coffee table knowing that if he could just get it long enough to hit the speed dial for Jack, he might have a chance of getting Jack's attention. Just as he knocked the phone off the cradle, he was pushed face first into the carpeting, his legs and arms pinned down. "Hold him still," one of them ordered and pushed a handkerchief in front of his face. He struggled to free himself and tried not to breathe in the chloroform but it was no use. He felt an overwhelming sense of the blackness closing in on him and instantly knew that there was nothing he could do. In seconds, he was completely out as they hustled his limp form out to a waiting van that was backed in the drive way.
When he came to, he was lying on his stomach on a sour smelling mattress, with a headache the size of Texas pounding in his skull. The rough texture of the lumpy mattress felt abrasive on his face as he turned his head to get away from the smell.
As he looked around, he quickly realized that he wasn't at home in his own bed. His confusion lingered like feathery clouds floating through his mind. Putting coherent thoughts together was difficult, at best, but it was all starting to come together piece by piece. Slowly, he remembered the men entering his home and subduing him.
His memories of how he got here were fuzzy, at best as he tried to make sense of the situation he was in. He had a vague recollection of lying on the floor of a moving vehicle. And one elusive memory nagged at him. Had he been on an airplane? The unmistakable feeling of landing, the sensation of G-forces, was tickling his brain like little invisible fingers but he couldn't quite grasp it.
He sat up and took in his surroundings. The room he was in wasn't very large and the cement walls and floor were damp and smelled of mold. His wristwatch was gone so he didn't know if he had been in this room for a few hours or a few days. He heard a noise outside the door and jumped as it banged open, bouncing off the wall and two guys came into the room and stood on either side of him. He quickly backed up to the wall and thought, 'These two goons look like they could be tackles for the Denver Bronco's. Oh crap! I've got a really bad feeling about this!'
"Okay, Sleeping Beauty, time to get up. You've slept long enough and the Boss wants to see you!" The guy nodded toward the door and then waited.
Taking a page out of the Jack O'Neill Sarcasm Handbook, Daniel said, "No, thanks, guys. I'm quite comfortable where I'm at."
He was roughly hauled to his feet and punched in the face and stomach repeatedly by both guards, leaving him gasping for air. His head snapped back brutally with each blow, causing his ears to ring and he soon was overwhelmingly disoriented. Then they threw him back to the floor and kicked him repeatedly with steel toed boots, impacting his ribs and leaving him breathless as he curled himself up to avoid the blows. He heard a crack and felt an intense burning in his chest as his ribs broke, making him nauseous. Bleeding heavily from both his nose and mouth, he watched as one of the guards held a handgun to his head, and ordered him to get up. He tried to rise but the room seemed to spin around and flip which caused him to fall back over. He closed his eyes to cope with the vertigo and felt his arms being practically jerked out of his shoulder sockets as the guards roughly pulled him off the floor. He promptly threw up and wasn't in the least remorseful to see his vomit land on one of the guards boots. With an exclamation of disgust, they manhandled him out the door. He was unable to gain his feet as they dragged him down the hall into a large room. He was told to kneel as they threw him forward but he lay sprawled, stomach down on the floor, unable to move. 'Oh, damn. Who did I piss off so badly they want me dead?' He tried going through the list of people who had it in for him, but he was having trouble thinking clearly and nothing came.
His eyes were starting to swell shut and the inside of his mouth was lacerated in several places, along with a split lip, causing him to leave a smear of coppery tasting blood under his face on the cement floor.
The man pacing on the other side of the room walked over and stopped to look down at him. "Dr. Jackson. How nice of you to join me. I take it your accommodations are to your liking?" He laughed and slowly walked around Daniel and eyed him amusingly, taking in the injured man.
Daniel laid there mute, not believing what he was hearing. 'I know that voice! This can't be right. Vice President Kinsey? That's not possible! I have to be in an alternate universe or this is all part of a nightmare!'
"So, did the boys rough you up a little bit? I told them they could have a little fun if you didn't cooperate." He laughed as he walked around Daniel and then knelt down on one knee next to him and said, "Look at me, Dr. Jackson."
Daniel's eyes were mere slits as he tried to look up but the room was tilting at a crazy angle so he closed them again.
Confusion and disbelief took hold of Daniel's mind as he cried out, "You're dead! I saw the Al'Kesh blow up!"
"No, that's where you're wrong. You see, Baal beamed me out of Osiris' Al'kesh at the last second." Kinsey's cruel eyes glared down at Daniel in a look of triumph.
"Why? Baal wouldn't do anything to help you unless he benefited from it." Daniel's vision was starting to double and he struggled to make sense of what he was seeing. 'This can't be happening!'
Kinsey stood up and took a few steps away and then turned back.
The men lifted Daniel from behind by his arms, causing him to cry out, as pressure was exerted on his shoulders and his broken ribs screamed! They forced him to stand, pulling his head back and leaving him moaning as he looked up, eyes watering from the agonizing pain. Robert Kinsey moved closer to him and seemed to think for a moment.
"Okay, since you asked … after the Tollan were exterminated, Baal got his hands on the symbiote suppression collar. After he beamed me out of the Al'Kesh and onto his cloaked mother ship, he used the collar to give me dominance over the symbiote and convinced me that he would remove the Goa'uld if I would cooperate with him and tell him everything I knew about the Stargate Program. Since I was on the Appropriation's committee and I had a mole in the SGC, I knew a lot. Thanks to you and O'Neill, my life on earth was over so I figured, why not? I had nothing to lose. So, we made a deal. I would funnel information to him that I got from my man on the inside and in return, he would get that damned Goa'uld out of me. After I told him what he wanted to know, he sent me to Cimmeria, to Thor's Hammer. You know how it works. The symbiote inside me was killed and I was free. Then Baal beamed me back to Earth, convinced that I would continue to get him information."
He circled Daniel again and said, "Now, isn't this interesting? The last time I saw you, Dr. Jackson, we were on the Prometheus and I was your prisoner. Isn't it ironic? Now, you're my prisoner." He chuckled to himself, obviously pleased with his astounding wit.
"So, you betrayed your country?" Daniel was totally shocked! "You were always talking about 'God and Country,' and then you went ahead and sold out?"
"What country?" Kinsey roared back. "I don't have a country! Henry Hayes made sure of that! He forced me to step down and the public humiliation left me furious!" Kinsey was pacing back and forth like a caged tiger, contemplating his next meal. "I couldn't get a job as dog catcher! Now, the only thing that matters to me is to get even! Jack O'Neill is going to regret getting in my way and he's gonna feel sorry when I dump your sorry, dead ass on his doorstep!"
"You'll never get away with it. Jack will hunt you down and you know it!" Daniel slumped between the guards, feeling the blackness coming for him. It was all he could do to stay conscious.
"He'll never catch up with me, he's not smart enough! Dammit, I was the Vice President of the wealthiest, most powerful nation in the world! If I'd played my cards right, I would have become President, eventually. You ruined everything!" He nodded to the third guard and that one punched Daniel in the stomach for good measure to emphasize Kinsey's point, causing Daniel to double over and gasp as the broken edges of his ribs scraped together, leaving his eyes watering. Panting, he tried to hang on but he was fading fast.
Kinsey continued, "So... I had you kidnapped and brought here. You will pay for all the times you got in my way, Dr. Jackson. Believe me, I'm gonna get even with you! Eventually, you will die, but not until you've suffered."
"Don't count on it, Jack will find me!" Daniel could barely whisper his words.
"Daniel, you underestimate the control I have over you. You see, nobody knows where you are. O'Neill started a manhunt immediately, but, they won't find you so don't get your hopes up." He smiled menacingly. And, my mole on the inside at the SGC has been keeping me informed for years through the NID. If he keeps giving me the information about the SGC, I keep his identity secret. If he decides to back out, he goes to jail. So, I'll find out how the investigation is going and I'll kill you and get away before they even get close. He gives me information about the SGC and I send it off to Baal. Once Baal takes over earth, he promised to let me rule the United States."
"And you believe him?" Daniel could hardly believe his ears! 'How could Kinsey be so stupid! Baal will just kill him and put in a minor system Lord that he can control. Kinsey is too much of a wild card and Baal knows it!'
Kinsey didn't hear the question. He believed Baal trusted him and that he was the perfect choice for the job.
Daniel was horrified at what Kinsey might have already told Baal ... National Security concerns, and all. He really had gone over to the 'dark side.'
"It's all over Daniel. Accept it. You're a dead man!"
"No! Jack won't give up."
"You're a fool, Daniel. My informant reports that he already did!" Kinsey cackled like a brainless idiot!
The guards let go of Daniel and shoved him forward to the ground. He sank to his knees and fell over, feeling his head hit the cold concrete. 'Jack will find me. He won't give up until he does. I just have to hang onto that thought.'
Kinsey rubbed his hands together in glee and walked over to a table and said, "You belong to me now. And the sooner you accept that fact, the better." He turned toward Daniel, aimed a zat gun and pulled the trigger.
The last thing Daniel heard before the jolt of electricity coursed through his battered body was laughter. And then he gave up and spiraled into a deep, black tunnel of darkness.