A/n: Heay, well thanks for the reviews. I'm glad to be writing this and your reviews are really spurring me on.

Warnings: Mentions sexual abuse of a minor and assault of an adult. Also Paedophilia and A LOT of angst.

Disclaimer: Disclaimer:- I do not now nor have I ever owned the rights to Stargate SG-1. That lovely privilege belongs to the people in Gekko Film Corp and Showtime. I'm just borrowing the characters. Promise I'll return them good as new.

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"General Hammond Sir, we've got Colonel Murphy sir. He was top side." There is an SF standing inside the door and we all got up, ready to deal with the bastard who'd started all of this.

Jack's POV:

Murphy was sitting in a chair behind a large grey table. I walked in with Daniel, Carter and General Hammond. I don't know what I expected from Colonel Murphy but complete indifference wasn't it. He didn't not even look at us when we entered the interrogation room.

Daniel crossed his arms in front of him and stayed in the corner of the room. I hated to see him like that. Carter and General Hammond flanked me.

"Colonel Murphy, would you like to explain what's going on here?" I ask. He still doesn't look at me.

"Colonel answer the question!" General Hammond orders.

"I don't know Jack, what do you think is going on?" finally he raises his head and looks at me.

"Oh I don't know, just the fact you blackmailed and assaulted a civilian consultant to the U.S Air force. Nothing to big you know…" I'm angry now, but I tend to get very sarcastic when I'm angry.

"Oh, really, is that what Daniel has been telling you…"

"Give it up Murphy. We know it was you who sent those e-mails." Sam steps towards the table. Colonel Murphy just sat back in his chair and put his arms behind his head.

"Daniel, just what have you been telling your friends?" Murphy turns his head to look at Daniel who is still in the corner. For once in his life Daniel is quiet. I hate it.

"Cut the crap Murphy. Tell us where you got the pictures!" I smack my hands down on the table in front of him and look him straight in the eyes. I can't believe this is the man I recommended for SG9.

"Daniel, you never told them about your alternative life! Shame on you…"

"Shut up Sean!" Daniel finally speaks. He takes a step towards us all, but is still a fair bit away from everyone.

"You don't know what the HELL you are talking about!"

"Now Daniel show a little respect. I know I taught you better than that."

"What does that mean Murphy? What did you make Daniel do?" I'm looking at Daniel now, I know he told me the general stuff but I need to know if there was more. I'm sure there was.

"Why don't we let Daniel tell you…"

"Your sick!" Sam is getting steamed up now. She has moved closer to Daniel now.

"Colonel Murphy, are you admitting to abusing Dr. Jackson?" General Hammond asks.

"I don't see why not. What can anyone do?"

"We can have you court marshalled, send you to Leavenworth!"

"No, no you can't. You see I've already thought about this. Daniel here isn't going to press charges as he knows if any of this went to trial a lot of people would have to see those pictures; and the videos. His privet life would be dragged through the mud. There is no way possible Daniel will go through that." He sat back in his chair and raised his eye-brows. I could have killed him.

"Lets go." I say. We all turn around and leave. We go up to the briefing room and excuse the SF's present.

"Jack we have him on tape confessing to his crimes. We've got him." Hammond tells me. I know he's right, but I also know that Murphy is right also. Daniel will never want this to come out. I look at him sitting down with his head on his hands.

"What has happened?" Teal'c walks into the room and Sam goes over to him to brief him. I walk over and sit beside Daniel.

"It'll be okay Daniel. I promise. We'll sort this out…"

"Do it!" Daniel says. I'm confused.

"Arrest him. Court Marshal him, whatever. Just do it!" I'm surprised as this isn't like Daniel at all.

"Daniel you know that if we do that, those pictures, any videos, everything, people will see it. A lot of people will see them. Personally I want to see Murphy behind bars, but your normally a very private person…what's going on?" Daniel stands up and wraps his arms around himself. Sam, Teal'c and Hammond are all looking at us now.

"I want him put away too Jack. More than anything though, I just want all of this to be over with. I know that this is the only way to end it all. He'll just continue to harasses me if…"

"Don't worry Dr. Jackson. Colonel Murphy will pay for what he's done."

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Daniel's POV:-

I walked into my apartment exhausted. I'd had to write a statement for General Hammond which took longer than I had expected. I was drained. I know I was surprising everyone by going through with this but I just couldn't let him get away with this. The others don't know the things he made me do. I imagine if I don't go through with this there will be another set of pictures to go around now. More update and explicit than the others had ever been. Of course the Jack and the rest of SG1 don't know about this. They can't know. How ashamed of me they would be to know that I was so easily manipulated. How pathetic I truly am. I rub my hands over my face and walk into the kitchen intending to make myself a cup of coffee.

I reach up into the press and I'm annoyed when I realise I'm out of ground coffee. I'm going to have to use the emergency jar of instant coffee I have. I hate my life. Nothing ever goes to plan. Every time I think I'm finding my feet, that I'm finally doing well, something else happens. Something brings me crashing back down to Earth. I forget about my coffee and go into my bedroom. I grab a bottle of scotch on the way. I hate the stuff but Jack insists I keep a bottle handy in case I'm ever entertaining. Which never happens of course, so I think he just like to know he can get a 'small one' now and again. I don't bother with a glass.

I sit on my bed and open the bottle. There is just over three quarters left. Plenty to get sloshed on. I take a deep breath and knock back my first gulp of the night. It certainly won't be my last.

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"DANIEL! IF YOU DON'T OPEN THIS DOOR IN TWO MINUETS I'M KNOCKING IT DOWN!!!"

Jack's voice is like a hundred mind scans from a Goa'uld hand device, at the same time. Painful. I get out of bed and kick the empty bottle from last night under the bed. No need for Jack to see that. I make my way slowly to the door. Wincing every time his voice raised a decibel. I fall slightly against the door and open the lock to let Jack in. I'm nearly crushed by the force of the door opening. I glair right back at Jack as I move back to the kitchen to get a glass of water. It fees like something died in my mouth last night!

"Rough night was it?" Jack asks me sarcastically. My glare intensifies. I gulp down my glass of water and fill the glass a second time. This time I go into the living room to Jack and sip at my water slowly.

"Jack what are you doing here? I don't have to be at the mountain till 10am today." I say.

"True. Which is why I'm here. It's 11am now." I look over at the clock in surprise. I must have slept through my alarm this morning.

"Oh." I say.

"Daniel, what happened? This isn't like you. Personally I'm all for getting rip-roar drunk when the situation calls for it, which yours does, but never alone. You've got me for that."

"I know…"

"I don't think you do or else you would have come see me last night."

"No Jack that's not it. I just…I don't know Jack. I feel like I'm falling apart. How can one man make me fall apart like this? How does he get that control?"

"Look Daniel I don't have any quick fix answers, all I know is that you did what everyone else would have done. You did nothing wrong. You just reacted; the same way everyone else would have, the same way I would have. There are just some things about ourselves we can't bare others to know and we'll do anything, everything to keep those secrets just that. Secret. So no more of this drinking alone. That's how problems arise. You want to get plastered come see me or Carter or Teal'c. Though If you want someone else to get drunk with you I recommend just me and Carter." Jack finished saying with a smile.

I knew he was right. I just wished I could believe it. When did my sense of self get so distorted? When did my self esteem become so ruptured? Was I always like this? Did it develop without my noticing? Why can't I believe Jack? Why is it so difficult to think something good about myself? How could it be so difficult to absolve myself of a supposed guilt? My head hurts.

"Daniel???" I look at Jack whose waving a hand in front of my face. I flinch back expecting to be hit but Jack grabs my head in time before I hit something.

"Daniel, it's fine. It's Just me. Just Jack! You're safe. You're sitting in your living room and you stink of alcohol but your safe." I giggle a little when I realise what's going on and Jack smiles back at me.

"Go shower and get ready. I'll bring you to the SGC." I nod and get up to go into the bathroom.

"A long shower Daniel. I wasn't joking when I said you stink." I turn back around and stick my tongue out at Jack before leaving again to get ready for the day.

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Jack's POV:

When Daniel goes into his bathroom to shower I stand up and try to tidy the apartment a little bit. I walk into his bedroom when I don't find any bottles of alcohol. Half sticking out from under the bed is the bottle of scotch I'd made Daniel buy for guests. It's completely empty. I pick up the bottle, scan the room for more and walk into the living room again. I place the scotch bottle in the bin. I'd love to leave it on the main table, where it would be very prominent and under any other circumstances I probably would have. However, Daniel's going through such a rough time at the moment I just can't give him a hard time over this.

"Jack?" I hear Daniel call out.

"In the kitchen!" I reply. I'm looking for coffee but can only find a jar of instant that even I'd turn my nose up at.

"Kicking the habit?" I say flippantly.

"What?"

"You're out of coffee…" I explain.

"Oh, right. Yea I know. I'll buy more on the way home tonight."

"Let's go then. If there's no coffee there's no reason to wait any longer." I turn to leave.

"Wait! Jack…" I turn around to face Daniel, and raise an eyebrow.

"Yes?"

"What's going to happen now?" I look Daniel over, taking note at how tightly he's holding himself.

"Well, first we'll leave the apartment. Then we'll drive to the SGC…"

"JACK! I'm serious here." I sigh.

"I know. Look not much will happen for a while. There'll be a lot of paper work to fill in. Things like that. Evidence gathering. SF's will probably search Murphy's house. Collect as much proof as possible. He's going away for this Daniel. Don't worry. We've got the bastard."

Daniel takes a deep breath and I can see he's ready to leave the apartment now. I get into my truck and start the engine.

"Jack?"

"Daniel?"

"Does everybody know?" I don't need him to specify what he's asking.

"Some…the ones who opened their e-mails before General Hammond could order them not to. They've been sworn to secrecy though and told not to approach you with any questions. As for the rest of the base…well they know something happened and that Murphy is responsible for it, but that's it."

"So I'm not a laughing stock?" Daniel whispers.

"Of course not Daniel. Look the SGC love you. Everyone on that base would do anything for you. They're all out for Murphy's blood and half them don't even know why. Heck three of the people who did see the photo's had to be restrained to stop them from killing the bastard. No one will treat you any differently and you haven't lost any respect. You are as far away from a laughing stock as you could possibly be. I promise." I glance to my right and pretend not to notice the tears falling down Daniel's cheeks.

"When we get to the SGC I park and hand Daniel a clean handkerchief to wipe his face with. He blushes but doesn't say anything.

"You ready to go in?" I ask. His face is set, he's on a mission. Daniel starts walking in. I follow a few paces behind amazed at how strong the man in front of me is. How resilient. How pure. Murphy will regret the day he crossed Daniel Jackson and everybody here at the base will make sure of it.

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A/N: Heay. Well I'm thinking of ending the story here. No really this isn't a fake out where I continue on below, I genuinely think this could be a good place to stop. However if enough people review and tell me the story needs o continue then I will. Though I may finish this and start a sequel if the story works out like that. I'm not sure. Let me know anyway. I won't change the story from WIP to Complete for a week anyway. That's from today the 25/01/09 till 01/02/09.

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