The Plot 4
Doctor Frasier turned to the waiting members of SG-1. "I've inspected and irrigated the wound in the Colonel's back. It seems clean. It was good thinking to bring back the weapon however there weren't any foreign substances on it, only the Colonel's blood. Did he eat anything there?"
"We try not to eat anything but MRE's off-world. We have had some untoward experiences." Carter said.
"I'll say… but wasn't there a feast?"
"He told them he was fasting - a religious thing" Daniel couldn't help but laugh "When he wouldn't eat the dinner they offered him some fried bugs."
"They were most crunchy." Teal'c offered.
"So no off-world food or drink?"
In unison SG-1 replied "No"
Doctor Fraiser was stumped. What could possibly cause O'Neill's illness. She had ruled out the stabbing, off-world food. Could he be having a reaction to the flu vaccine? No one else had.
Next she had to look at the records to see which batch he had received and if anyone else had reported a reaction or were absent from the base.
After a few hours of searching it became evident O'Neill was the only one to receive the vaccine by hypodermic syringe and the service man assisting Doctor Warner at the time was not a member of the SGC infirmary staff. Was this an assassination attempt?
After Frasier extracted a few quarts of Jack's blood and after a lot of Jack's carping and before Frasier could do experimental brain surgery on him, Jack was allowed to go home with the proviso that some unlucky soul accompany him. Carter was elected since she was not in the room at the moment. Daniel and Teal'c volunteered to bring lunch and/or dinner.
Arriving home Jack took straight to his bed, too dizzy to even watch television. He was sprawled face down, fully clothed with his boots still on, feet dangling over the end of the bed.
When she heard the thump of him falling into bed Sam came in and took off his boots as he folded himself into a fetal position. Sam threw a blanket over him and closed the bedroom door.
Sam was puttering around the kitchen when she heard the door open.
"I'm in here Daniel," she said.
She turned to see a man clad all in black pointing a gun in her direction. "Where is he?" he muttered.
Having attempted to put silverware away in the past Sam knew the Colonel kept a gun in the kitchen junk drawer. She didn't speak to the stranger, she took him down.
When Daniel and Teal'c arrived a half hour later they found Sam interrogating a bleeding man zip tied to one of the dining room chairs. And SFs newly arrived in the driveway. O'Neill was asleep in his room.
It seemed the NID farmed out the hit on O'Neill, unfortunately for them but fortunately for Jack, to a most inept assassin. They thought there would be more of a chance of success with him being somewhat debilitated. They didn't count on SG-1 backing the Colonel up.
The mysterious man in the chair was picked up by the SGC military police and disappeared.
O'Neill finally roused from slumber by the delicious scent of lunch and fresh baked goods. He was feeling much better and quite hungry.
His phone rang.
"Hello Jack"
"Maybourne, you son of a bitch. If I get my hands on you..."
"Listen Jack, I didn't shoot you. Honest Jack."
"Honest! from you..."
"You and Teal'c, both of you, have a target on your back."
"What about Carter and Daniel?" Jack needed to know to protect his team.
"Oh they want them too but to use not to kill."
Then the line disconnected. Jack would take this warning to heart.
He should have asked about General Hammond but didn't think they had the nerve to go after a general.
Needing clearance before going on leave, accompanied by his team, O'Neill breezed into the infirmary the next morning and got a clean bill of health.
"We never did find out what they injected into you, Colonel. It seemed to dissipate and left behind no trace that we could find. However since you didn't get your flu shot could you please roll up your sleeve."
The end.