TITLE: No, you're not are you.
CATEGORY: angsty, past story, some present day action and romance in future chapters if my dear readers want it
PAIRING: S/J – I'm a shipper so sue me! panicky please don't!
WARNING: Swearing, a little (not too much – couldn't bear to hurt my two favourites that bad! -) graphic violence
SEASON: Season 5 (I need Colonel Simmons for this one!)
SPOILERS: The Movie, Children of the Gods, Cold Lazarus, Solitudes, Secrets, Tok'ra related episodes, D&C, any with Maybourne in, Fifth Man, Desperate Measures & 48hours.
DISCLAIMER: Not mine, don't own anything. Just a poor little Uni. student trying to stay sane by letting her imagination run wild. Not making any money…just doin this for fun! Plz don't sue!
AUTHOR'S NOTES: Be gentle it's my first! If you want more let me know. Hope you like. Finally continued this one…it's moved on season wise…only because when I started writing it I'd only seen as far as mid-season 4 and by the time this part got written I'd seen up to mid-season 5. It just seemed right to move these bits (which are mostly set in the present) to a later season – Ok, so in all honesty I think Maybourne's got too much of a soft spot for Sam to do what Simmons does in this fic….I think there are lines even he won't cross. This one's quite short but it's a scene setter for later parts and they will be longer! Promise! Ooh and plus I think it can also be an answer to Challenge 1,765 on Heliopolis so I'll send it there when its complete. If you want to publish it other places just let me know and send me a link – always on the lookout for more fanfiction!
NOVEMBER – PRESENT DAY…HIGH SECURITY FACILITY: MINOT, NORTH DAKOTA
The man sitting unmoving on the floor of what was basically a holding cell within a stripped down countryside retreat looked the picture of a cowed and broken man. Except that Colonel Simons knew better. He'd read this man's file. Both the official and the unofficial stuff. He'd also found out why the man he almost shared a name with despised him so much. He observed his prisoner cautiously while thanking his luck that Maybourne's internment for treason had caused him to leave behind a piece of valuable information behind. One that he'd carefully dug up and thoroughly researched: then been too squeamish to use. He smiled briefly as he spared a thought for his former mentor. Cold, cynical, bitter, darkly humourous…yes there was much Starsky & Hutch (as Kinsey liked to call them) had in common. Along with a decided soft spot for Major Samantha Carter. Personally he disliked the woman. She'd learned far too much from her CO over the years to be easily cowed.
"So…you going to tell me why I'm here"
"You're not exactly in any position to make any demands Colonel"
"True, true…but all the same…I may not be exactly the darling of the Airforce but I do still have some rights if I'm not mistaken"
"Of course. I was just…establishing the terms of this…shall we call it a working relationship?" he leaned forward in his chair and placed his elbows his knees before resting his chin on his up-turned knuckles. The other man failed to move. "What do you want?" The voice was almost deadpan, emotionless, cold, uncaring. Simmons was un-surprised. People only went to see this man when they wanted something from him. He was no exception. "Yes, but of course, let's call it a piece of mutual co-operation shall we? I need something from you; you need something from me. For the moments our needs coincide, therefore I'm willing to make you an offer that I doubt you'll refuse"
"What do you want from me"
"Hnh. The question is not what I want from you but what you want most in the world. You see I happen to know what you want more than anything else in the world…and if you get that then I lose one major thorn in my side." The man sitting in front of him failed to react. Time thought Simmons to bring out the big guns. He placed a photograph on the floor in front of his prisoner.
"Recognise her"
"Vaguely, why"
"You should. Maybe this will help." He throws another picture down beside it. "Remember her now"
"How could I forget?" A reaction. Finally. Even if it's only a half-bitter, half-cruel smile.
"Yes, quite. How did the base Colonel put it "two Major O'Neills on the base, only thing they had in common was a mutual worshipping of the ground beneath my daughter's feet"…You were quite obsessed with her weren't you"
Fists clench and unclench for a few minutes before he speaks in a tightly controlled voice. "My Angel." A snort of bitter laughter. "Or so I thought. She was everywhere I went, her laugh, that smile, those beautiful eyes…they haunted me. But I was nothing to her. For all my brains and knowledge she wanted nothing to do with me. Barely tolerated my existence – called me "patronising"! Me! We would've been perfect…her brilliant scientific mind and mine…the moment I met her I knew we were meant to be…But no. Of all the guys she falls for the charms of its him. My almost namesake. Her thicker-than-two-short-planks, sarcastic, moronic, ex-mentor. I treat her like a Princess whenever she's on base, and she'll smile and laugh…but the minute he turns up its like I don't even exist. And then she smiles…this smile – and its like nothing else on Earth. But it's only for him. The man who killed my brother…But I had part of her he's never had"
Ah yes…that almost confession of his. Not enough to convict him on but enough of a boast so that anyone hearing it knew – even if they couldn't prove it. Revenge…people would go to extraordinary ends for it…he himself was taking an enormous gamble with his career for this piece of personal revenge. But if it worked?
Frank Simmons smiled his own smile at the sick pleasure he could look forward to from the events to come. How better to get his revenge on Colonel O'Neill for his now tattered career - then to destroy the one thing he cared about most. And in an untraceable manner...deliver that infuriatingly smug little Major her worst nightmare and watch while the paranoia set in. After all she remembered nothing from the 'incident' all those years ago. Driving a wedge between the two military members of SG-1 was far more satisfying then any other plan he had concocted over the last few months. This was where his predecessors had gone wrong: they'd tried to destroy the team directly (that little stunt with forcing Hammond to retire he thought derisively) he would simply let the team destroy itself.
Colonel Jack O'Neil was quite accurately described as a man devoid of a sense of humour: however he was not without a sense of irony. So his 'angel' was working with O'Neill was she? How better to avenge his brother than to finish what he'd started all those years ago. A novel thought occurred to him: if this Simmons character was correct and she had suffered some sort of amnesia about the events leading up to 'that night' how easy it would be to play the wronged party. Claim that O'Neill had been obsessed with her and had attempted to frame him to cover his own crime. "I presume the statewide restraining order will be removed"
"Mysteriously revoked due to a administrational accident"
"You do know that you're probably more of a monster than I am"
"Naturally, you're relying on natural instincts...I was trained to make the most of mine. All part of the service"
"How cliched! But as I recall O'Neill hates cliches...I rather think I shall enjoy this"
"Of course if you're caught then I'll..."
"Yeah, yeah, I know you'll deny everything...whatever...just tell me how to find her"
"Colorado Springs, Cheyenne Mountain Complex...you'll be fully briefed."
"You've had this planned for awhile haven't you?"
Simmons nodded. "True I had this held in reserve just in case the situation arose where...shall we say...'official' channels ceased to provide satisfactory results"
"You do realise that this is not a quick fix deal don't you? This sort of thing takes time and planning"
"I'm sure you'll give it the due care and attention required. Make no mistake I want them to suffer. I can be patient…as long as the show is worth the overture"
"Oh it will be. Be sure of that"
Yes…thought Jack O'Neil, I shall enjoy this immensely.
Inspired somewhat by Maybourne's comment to Jack during Desperate Measures. And the blatant animosity between Sam and Simmons during 48hours.
Maybourne: "You know how the game's played Jack. And the sort of people who play it."
McKay: "For the record I'm on the Airforce payroll…I don't work for Colonel Simmons"
Carter: "So"
McKay: "So…I just sensed a little tension there."
