AUTHOR: Demon Faith
EMAIL: rosabeth@hotmail.com
CATEGORY: Angst, Drama,
Hurt/Comfort
SPOILERS: Minor spoilers for: Fire
and Water, Legacy and Foothold.
SEASON/SEQUEL: This is the sequel
to ‘Baggage Check’. Set in Season 3, between Legacy and Shades of Grey.
RATING: PG
CONTENT WARNINGS: Sam-whumping, language, implications
SUMMARY: Why does the SGC have a
new psychiatrist?
STATUS: Complete, but a TBC. Is
that a contradiction?
DISCLAIMER: They aren’t mine? Wow,
I’m shocked! Well then, they belong to whomever they belong too, though I must
say I have a very effective team of clones. But I did borrow Mackenzie; you
really think I’d own him?
AUTHOR’S NOTES: When
Stephali challenged me to write a piece without Sam/Daniel, I never thought I
would write a sequel. Well, I have. I’ve challenged myself on this one:
Sam/Daniel allusions ONLY. So, don’t expect any romance, only one evil
psychiatrist. I wasn’t planning much when I wrote this, but somehow it has
evolved and now I have to make it a TBC! Sorry about that!!!! This and the
sequel is just a way of venting anger at extremely villainous characters.
I
absolutely hate Mackenzie, especially after ‘Legacy’. This is pay-back!
“Guess what I heard this morning”
“What?”
Bits of toast flew everywhere and
Sam pushed her chair away from the table.
“That is disgusting, sir.”
“What?”
Jack turned to each disgusted
face; blissfully unaware of the mess he was making.
“Mind if we eat someplace else,
Daniel?”
“Not at all. Teal’c?”
“I will join you, Daniel Jackson.”
“Hey!”
Jack swallowed down his last piece
of toast and followed them.
“So, what did you hear?”
SG1 sat down at another table in
the canteen, ignoring the looks they were attracting. Usually, Sam ate with
Janet because of the attention eating with the guys caused her. There were
rumours flying everywhere and Sam liked her decisions to be based on fact, not
fiction.
“Yeah, what’s the gos, Daniel?”
Suddenly, he became uncomfortable,
as if rethinking what he had to say. Sam put a hand on his shoulder, studying
his face carefully. He certainly looked upset.
“Um…well…it’s Mackenzie.”
The rest of SG1 exchanged knowing
looks. Everytime Janet had mentioned that Mackenzie was visiting, Daniel had
found a convenient excuse to get away, usually with SG1 not far behind. No one
liked the psychiatrist, especially after the incident with Daniel's supposed
schizophrenia and the evaluation where Sam was forced to ‘murder’ Daniel, just
to get out.
“What about him, Daniel?”
“Well, he’s under investigation.”
Jack’s eyebrows shot up and Sam’s
eyes widened.
“Under investigation? For what?”
“Professional misconduct,
involving schizophrenic patients.”
Daniel could obviously stand no
more, as tears choked his voice. He got up and ran from the canteen, earning
him some startled looks, especially when Sam ran after him. Jack looked at
Teal’c uncomfortably.
“Poor kid. As if he hasn’t been
through enough.”
“Do you believe Mackenzie is guilty?”
“For Daniel’s sake, I hope not.”
~
“Daniel?”
Sam called cautiously into the
locker room, hearing the muffled sobs coming from the sinks. She popped her
head round and smiled sympathetically. Daniel was leaning against the wall,
head down and cheeks streaming with tears. He looked up and tried to smile. Sam
walked forward and wrapped him in her arms. He cried there for some time and
she just made soothing circles across his back, hoping it wasn’t too bad. Finally, he broke away and
walked into the main locker room, sitting down on one of the benches. Sam sat
beside him and laid a comforting hand on his arm.
“Daniel, you have to talk to me. I
can’t help you if you don’t tell me what’s wrong.”
“What kind of professional
misconduct, Sam? False diagnosis? Too many drugs? Well, those two would make
sense. But, what else could’ve happened? Oh god, Sam! If he…”
“Don’t think that Daniel!”
Sam practically shouted that
sentence, making Daniel lift his head in surprise. Sam took a deep breath,
figuring it was too late to turn back now.
“It probably wasn’t. If it was, he
would’ve been arrested. And he hasn’t been, has he? Has he?”
“No, Sam, he hasn’t.”
“There you are then. Now come on,
we have a briefing to get to.”
“Thanks Sam.”
“What for?”
Daniel smiled and Sam helped him
up.
“You’re an idiot, y’know that?”
“Gee thanks, Sam.”
“Anytime, Daniel.”
~
“Due to circumstances beyond our
control, the SGC has been assigned a new psychiatrist.”
Daniel shifted uncomfortably and
Sam glanced at him, worriedly. He smiled back and she turned back, unwilling to
embarrass him during a briefing. However, the General hadn’t missed the
exchange.
“Something wrong, Major?”
“Kinda, sir. Why has Mackenzie been replaced?”
“He’s under investigation. And considering the
fact that most members of the SGC skip examination anyway, I thought we needed
a new one.”
Even Daniel smiled. Following
SG1’s lead, SG2 and SG3 had missed all their appointments and now SG9 had
picked up on the act. From then on, anyone attending a psychological
evaluation, unless forced, was considered pretty stupid.
“Could I ask what for?”
“You most certainly could, Major,
but I couldn’t give you an answer.”
“Thank you, sir.”
“Well, back to the issue at hand.
The new psychiatrist wants to evaluate everyone for base notes, and just in
case, Dr Mackenzie’s notes aren’t reliable. And seeing as SG1 started the current trend I thought one of you could
volunteer.”
Everyone shifted nervously. Daniel
definitely wouldn’t go, Jack didn’t trust any doctor, bar Janet once he’d got
to know her, and it was common knowledge that Teal’c thought Earth’s
psychological practices were anything but kind. So, that left Sam.
“I’ll volunteer, sir.”
Daniel looked at Sam worriedly but she just smiled.
“Don’t worry Daniel, I’ll be fine.
Does this psychiatrist have a name, sir?”
“Dr Clarke. And, Doctor Jackson?
He comes with the highest recommendation.”
Sam smiled at the General. The
rumours hadn’t escaped him either. Sam turned to leave and she heard Daniel
mutter:
“That’s what you said last time.”
~
Sam strode down the corridor,
humming to herself. Once she had got this evaluation over with, she would have
the rest of the day free. Daniel and her were planning a study night and she
had got in loads of pizza and coffee. It would be fun and would hopefully take
Daniel’s mind off Mackenzie’s investigation. Sam stopped outside the
psychiatrist’s office, ironically called ‘Room 101’. Sam smiled and knocked.
The door opened and she stepped in, momentarily surprised at the dark. Then she
remembered the stupid flashing light Mackenzie had used when she was under
hypnosis when they had thought Daniel was dead. She waited for the psychiatrist
to speak but nothing happened. She groped for a light switch but couldn’t find
one.
“Hello? Doctor Clarke?”
Silence followed, punctuated by a
loud crack. Sam’s eyes rolled into her head and she slid to the floor.
~
Jack sauntered along the corridor,
not wanting to be early for his appointment. He had run into Ferretti earlier
and had enjoyed the young man’s shocked expression when he had told him that he
was actually going to see the psychiatrist. Jack smiled in memory and knocked
on the door to ‘Room 101’. Jack shook his head in amazement. What kind of idiot
called a psychiatrist’s office ‘Room 101’? Sighing, he knocked again. Still no
answer. He tried the door and found it unlocked. He flipped the light switch
and gasped.
Before him was a corpse.
~
“Doctor Clarke.”
“What? The psychiatrist?”
“Yes, Colonel. Why?”
“Oh no! Have you seen Sam?”
Janet’s eyebrows raised slightly.
Sam? That was a new one. The rumour mill was still buzzing with ‘Sam/Jack’ and
she couldn’t wait to add the latest development.
“No. Why?”
“Cause she was supposed to see him
two hours ago. And if he’s dead…”
Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit! Janet
bit her lip and reached for her phone.
“Hello? Yes General, it’s Doctor
Frasier. I need someone to find Major Carter. What, sir? She what? But sir, I’ve got Doctor Clarke in
the morgue. Yes, suspicious death, sir. What do we do sir? Okay then.”
Jack was even more alert now. That
was not a happy phone call.
“What the hell is going on?”
“Major Carter left the building
one hour ago with Doctor Clarke.”
“But you said…”
“Which means it wasn’t Doctor
Clarke. She’s been kidnapped, sir.”
Jack slammed his fist on the
table, sending instruments flying. Daniel burst in just as Jack took a swing at
the medicine cabinet. Daniel quickly grabbed his fist and Jack calmed down.
“Are you okay, Jack?”
“Sam’s been kidnapped, Daniel.”
All colour drained from Daniel’s
face and he slid down the wall.
“No…” he whispered.
Janet stood beside him, stopping
him falling.
“It’s okay, Daniel, it’s okay…”
He shrugged her off and pulled
himself up. He handed Janet a note.
“I thought it was a joke…”
Janet began to read the letter:
“Daniel Jackson,
It is unfortunate that Doctor Frasier
saved you. I needed you dead. But it is of no consequence now. Samantha is mine
and no one shall take her. Don’t come looking for us or she will die.”
Jack snatched the paper from
Janet.
“It isn’t signed.”
Daniel looked like he was about to
faint and Jack gripped Daniel’s shoulders, to steady him. The young man had
begun to shake now and the tremors were increasing with every moment.
“Who do you think could have sent
it, Colonel? Do you…”
“Mackenzie…”
Daniel’s whisper was deafening as
silence filled the infirmary.
“How do you know, Daniel?”
Janet was very concerned for
Daniel now. She guided him towards a chair, which he practically collapsed in.
“S…s…sounds like him. F…Ferretti
thought he had a c…c…crush on Sam. And he h…hates me…”
Tears began to cloud his words as
the heartache became too much. Janet and Jack exchanged looks and Jack patted
Daniel’s back in comfort.
“Okay, Danny, it’s alright now.
We’ll get her back.”
~
General Hammond was speechless, a
rare occasion to be sure. He listened in silent horror as Jack and Janet
relayed Sam’s disappearance, the letter and Daniel’s ‘breakdown’ in detail.
“What does he mean about Dr
Jackson dying?”
Janet gave him a weak smile.
“SG1 were stuck in a psychological
evaluation, so Sam pretended to kill Daniel so they could get out. Mackenzie
must’ve thought it was real.”
“Hell, I thought it was real!”
Jack mumbled.
~
Daniel sat alone, wondering. He
stared forlornly at the place where Sam usually sat, where her coffee mug still
stood half-full and at the carved Stargate that now decorated most of Daniel’s
desk. Daniel brushed his fingers over the point of origin, the symbol Sam had
insisted she do by herself. It was a perfect match, and the rest of the Gate
paled in comparison.
Suddenly, the phone rang.
Absently, Daniel picked it up.
“Hello? Dr Jackson speaking.”
“Listen carefully, Dr Jackson.
You, and you alone, will come to the deserted warehouse on 34th
street in Colorado Springs. Be there within one hour or she dies.”
A scream echoed in the background
and Daniel clutched the phone tightly to his ear. Sam…
“Let me speak to her!”
The scream faded and a shaky voice
started to speak.
“Daniel?”
“Sam! Hang on, I’m coming…”
“No! You can’t risk your life for
me Daniel. Stay away…”
The phone was snatched away and
another scream echoed through the line. Daniel’s eyes closed as tears began to
trickle down his cheeks. There was a loud thud before Mackenzie began to speak
again.
“One hour, Dr Jackson.”
The line went dead. Daniel gently
replaced the handset, grabbed his coat and fled to the surface.
~
Jack had looked everywhere, yet
there was no sign of Daniel. Puzzled, he went in to the Control Room.
“…absolutely nowhere, General.”
“Guards saw he left ten minutes
ago. Seemed in a terrible hurry, doctor.
“He had a phone call just before
that, sir.”
Jack ran to the source to the
conversation. General Hammond and Janet looked at him, worriedly. Jack didn’t
like it one bit.
“Where’s Daniel?”
~
Daniel pulled up to the warehouse.
It looked even creepier than usual in the fading light. He switched off the
engine and stopped to gather his thoughts. His main concern was keeping Sam
alive but they needed to escape as well. He had five minutes to spare. Without
a second thought, he dialled Jack’s mobile and, unsurprisingly, got the
voicemail. He left a short message before getting out of the car and nervously
entered the warehouse door. It was pitch black except for a tiny torchlight in
the corner. Daniel stepped forward slowly and was grabbed by four strong
arms. Mackenzie’s voice came from straight ahead.
“I think we’ll take this meeting
somewhere else, Dr Jackson.”
A bag was swept over Daniel’s head
and he was dragged somewhere. He was thrown into what he guessed was a
van and a door slammed behind him. His transport began to jerk along and Daniel
shook his head at what a fool he’d been.
~
Jack cursed Daniel to high hell.
Why did he have to play hero and get himself into deep shit at the same time?
As he sat in General Hammond’s office, he fiddled with his mobile. A message
came up, tagged to Daniel’s number. He stood up and began to listen. The
general frowned but Jack silenced him.
Jack, Mackenzie has got Sam. I’m
at the warehouse on 34th street. Please hurry!
Jack wordlessly passed
the phone to the general who listened to the message.
“What are we waiting for?”
~
The rocking vehicle finally
stopped and someone dragged Daniel out of the van and onto grass! Where
was he? He was dragged and bumped into a building and dumped somewhere. There
was the sound of a key grinding in a lock.
“Keep back, bitch!”
“Don’t worry, she’s out of it. I
think Macky wacked her a bit too hard!”
They laughed but Daniel tensed. What
had they done to Sam? He was pulled to his feet and pushed into the cell,
as they pulled off the bag. As he got his balance, he saw Sam. She was
stretched across the back off the cell, bruised and bloodied. He rushed to her
and pulled her gently into his arms, with her head leaning across his shoulder.
She stirred slightly and Daniel closed his eyes in thanks.
“Daniel?”
“Yeah Sam. I’m here now.”
“You shouldn’t have come…”
Sam tried to pull herself off him
but couldn’t quite muster the strength.
“Stay still, Sam. You’re injured.
Let yourself heal.”
Sam stopped struggling and leaned
back against Daniel, who cradled her gently. Slowly, she fell asleep. Daniel
watched over her, swearing he would kill that bastard when he got him.
~
Jack and Teal’c pulled up in
Jack’s jeep, followed by SG2 and SG3 in Ferretti’s and Makepeace’s cars. It was
dark now but Jack wouldn’t wait when his team was in danger. Jack slammed the
jeep’s door, his mind filling with images of just what he would do to that
slime ball, Mackenzie. He spotted Daniels’ car parked on the kerb, obviously in
a hurry. Everyone else got out of the car, their faces grim with determination.
They lined up beside the warehouse doors. They were all in civvies because Jack
had just grabbed the teams as they had walked on base. Jack motioned to follow
him, as he slipped in, drawing his revolver. The general wouldn’t allow
anything bigger on planet but Jack was sure ten strong men carrying revolvers
would be enough. He stepped into the dark warehouse cautiously. Torches clicked
on behind him and swept the bottom floor over. They illuminated a single piece
of paper on the opposite wall. Being extremely careful, Jack moved towards the
paper. When he could finally read it, curses ripped forth.
“Dammit!”
I told him to come alone. Looks
like you’re too late.
~
Daniel looked up as the door
grated open. Sam was still asleep and Daniel carefully laid her on the floor,
trying to leave her out of it.
“You’re not taking her.”
“Actually, I was looking for you,
Dr Jackson.”
Daniel looked up, shocked to the
core.
“Maybourne!”