Quantum leaping into various people around the country had distinct
disadvantages for Dr. Sam Beckett. One was never knowing where he'd
end up the next time he leapt into another body, or in fact never
knowing who he would leap into. He was working on a top secret mission
with colleague Al, and Ziggy, putting things right before they went
wrong. Leaping, as they called it, from person to person to help
where they could. To make a difference. Al appeared to Sam as a
hologram and could only therefore be seen by Sam, which in itself
was occasionally disconcerting to the Doctor.
Sam knew he'd completed his last mission when he was enveloped
in a startlingly bright light as he leapt from the body of the young
workman and into the body of another young man. He wasn't sure about
anything concerning this new person, but he relied on his friend
Al to bring him up to date with all the necessary background and
information of his newest victim.
The commissary of Stargate Command, deep underground in Cheyenne
to the sound of cutlery, crockery, laughter and the many voices
of it's customers. Among those currently discussing various events
were the SGC's premier team, SG-1. All four members, Colonel Jonathan
(Jack) O'Neill, Captain Samantha Carter, Dr. Daniel Jackson, and
the alien Jaffa Teal'c, were seated at a table not far from the
doorway and deep in debate. Jack,
CO of the team turned to Daniel,
the civilian Archaeologist, come Linguist, come Anthropologist,
and anything else he counted among his many talents, and exclaimed
with a heavy sarcasm.
"You don't really want me to answer that do you?"
Daniel felt a slight shudder ripple through his body and sat looking
blankly at the group around the table. Suddenly forgetting everything
that was being said, and getting the feeling he should be saying
something, judging by the looks of expectancy on his colleagues
"You do! Well that's too bad Daniel, `cos I'm not even gonna
try and explain it."
"Oh......um.....sorry did I miss something?"
"Miss something? Daniel you just missed the whole point!"
"Daniel.....are you okay?" asked Sam worriedly, seeing
his slightly dazed look.
"Do you have any idea what we're talking about here?"
"Ah......No......sorry actually I was thinking of something
Jack banged his fists down silently on the table, bent his head
forwards and rested it on his hands in frustration.
Daniel looked around the room as if seeing it for the first time.
Everything was different. Who was he?.....okay everyone just called
him Daniel. But his real name was Dr. Sam Beckett.
He glanced towards the door and saw whom he was seeking, his friend
Al. He made a rather lame excuse and stood up from the table.
"Sorry....gotta dash. I'll.....see you guys later!"
All three looked puzzled by his sudden departure.
"Well....that was.....odd! Does anybody else think he's acting
just a tad off here, or is it me?" asked Jack confused by his
"Probably thinking about the briefing Sir. He's no doubt running
through the notes in his head."
"Yeah. If you say so."
Daniel/Beckett stood outside in the empty corridor facing his holographic
"Thank god, you're here. I get the impression that this guy
Daniel's important somehow. Where the hell am I?"
"You're in Cheyenne
"What? With the Military?"
"Yeah....but you're not......military that is. You're a civilian."
Ferretti and Andrews turned the corner and watched in disbelief
as Daniel stood outside the Commissary apparently talking to himself.
Daniel/Beckett noticed the strange looks and walked off quickly,
just smiling to the grinning pair.
Ferretti walked through the commissary door and straight over to
where Jack was, making a less than polite comment about Daniel's
behaviour. Jack sighed and decided he had better find Daniel and
get to the bottom of the mystery before Dr. McKenzie, the Airforce's
`shrink', could snap him up. He exited the door in time to see Daniel
dive into a store cupboard. Now he definitely knew something was
not quite right with his friend and made to follow him. He stood
outside the door listening as discretely as he could.
"So....who am I?"
"Your name is Dr. Daniel Jackson......."
"I'm Doctor Daniel Jackson!" repeated Daniel/Beckett.
"....yes and you're an Archaeologist, Anthropologist, Linguist,
you name it and you have a PhD! Well practically."
"An archaeologist? With the military?.......That's a bit odd
Jack had heard enough for him to want to find out just what was
happening to Daniel. He yanked the door open to find Daniel alone.
"Of course you're Daniel Jackson, Daniel. What the hell are
"Oh....um......" Beckett racked his brains, "I saw
someone I was trying to avoid!" he tried the vague approach.
"Whom did you wish to avoid?"
"George!" came Al's voice.
"Ah...George!" he mimicked Al, not knowing who George
was he hoped this person did.
"George?.......As in General Hammond.....George?"
"No!.....I mean another George."
Jack grabbed him by the arm and pulled him out into the corridor
where the other two members of the team were now waiting somewhat
"Come on Daniel. We've got a briefing to attend, and you're
not getting out of it that easy." With that they marched off
towards the elevator.
Al practically running to keep up with the long legged strides
of the others. Being short had it's drawbacks among this group,
he thought. He was busily telling Beckett everything he had on the
life and work of Daniel Jackson, according to Ziggy.
"You're a member of a team called SG-1. The tall, grey haired
guy is your commanding officer, one Colonel Jonathan O'Neill......"
"O'Neill. Right." Beckett muttered, taking in the names
of his colleagues.
"What?" asked Jack.
"Eh....oh nothing." Jack was growing exasperated with
Daniel. Talking to himself and now muttering his name didn't go
down well in his book.
"Daniel.....are you sure you're okay?"
"I'm fine. Thanks!"
"The blonde bombshell is Captain Samantha Carter, and the
other guy is Teal'c?..........holy cow......he's an alien!"
"A what?" exclaimed Beckett a bit too loudly, stopping.
Jack stopped abruptly too and turned to him.
"Excuse me? What? Fer crying out loud Daniel. Just what is
it with you today?" Jack exclaimed exasperated.
"Nothing......just thinking out loud Colonel."
Jack was about to walk on again when he realised that Daniel had
called him by his rank.
"Ah.....Colonel?.......What's with the sudden use of my rank
"Oh....sorry, I forgot myself.....Jonathan."
Jack stepped forward to continue on his way, but lurched and caught
his breath, coughing uncontrollably, until Teal'c thumped him on
"Jack!" he gasped, "It's Jack, remember? I'm Jack,
this is Carter, Sam to you, and Teal'c! Okay? Big guy, gold emblem
on his head!" he said touching Teal'c's shoulder. "Now
can we get to the briefing." Teal'c just raised an eyebrow
and Sam giggled. Was there something wrong with Daniel or was he
just being facetious and egging the Colonel on, wondered Sam Carter.
Sometimes he seemed to take a perverse pleasure in winding their
CO up, although she had to admit, he'd never gone this far before.
Al continued to bring Beckett up to date with his new character
as they stood in the elevator.
"Hey they're even more top secret than we are!" he exclaimed,
"They `gate' to different planets? Huh? It's not April fool's
day is it? That can't be right!" he thumped his hand held computer
a few times and looked stunned. "Wow! Ziggy says that's right.
They go through something called a `Stargate', and explore new worlds."
"That's crazy!" muttered Beckett.
"Excuse me! Daniel, now what? What's crazy?" Asked Jack.
The others looking at Daniel for an answer too.
Daniel/Beckett looked sheepishly at the floor and as nonchalantly
as possible tried to cover his error in speaking aloud.
"Just thinking about something." They gave him a puzzled
glance as the elevator stopped and the doors slid open. Ignoring
this comment and shaking his head, Jack walked out followed by his
enigmatic team-mate, then Sam and Teal'c.
"They get to meet real aliens and this guy, you, gets to study
the culture and translate the lingo." Al continued. "Major
General George Hammond is the man in charge, he sends them on missions
to gain any technical knowledge, weapons etc., that might help fight
the Go....Goa'.....uld, whoever they are.
Ziggy says Daniel was married at one time to an alien from Aby....dos?
Oh boy! Where do they get these names from? Her name was.....oh
boy.....Sha'.......r. She was kidnapped and made into one of these
Goa'...uld creatures He's been searching
for her ever since. Oh! Wow! Apparently they saved Earth on a number
of occasions from the Goa'...uld. Way to
Beckett was distracted from listening to Al as once they were seated
round the briefing room table, all eyes turned to him expectantly.
He sat there puzzled for a few moments until the General prompted
"Dr. Jackson? We're all ready. What conclusions have you come
to, in the proposals to study PZ7 899."
Daniel/Beckett glanced round the room, then suddenly he realised
he was supposed to give a lecture on something. He picked up the
notes and quickly scanned them, noticing that the notes dealt with
the ancient writings on the walls of a deserted castle. He thanked
his stars that he could talk about the ancient language with aplomb
because of his Ph.D in Ancient languages too. Clearing his throat
he began to tell them about the findings. There were words which
Beckett was unfamiliar with, so he hoped he didn't sound too absurd.
Words like MALP, UAV, and Goa'uld. When he sat down again, the team
seated in the chairs looked at him appreciatively, except Jack.
Whatever he had spoken about had obviously made sense to the others,
if not to himself, as they went on to confirm that the planet's
exploration was to be their next mission in 2 days time. Beckett
felt uncomfortable as he sensed, rather than observed Jack still
looking at him.
The briefing over with, Beckett stood to go, but Jack laid a hand
on his shoulder. He almost flinched at the firmness of the grip,
but he saw only concern in the older man's eyes.
"Daniel......you sure you're okay? You seem a little distracted
"Yeah.....I'm okay. Just tired I guess."
"Then go home, forget the work tonight. Get some rest."
"I'll be fine. I just......."
"Daniel! Go get some sleep! That's an order!" his grin
belied his gruff disciplined voice. Beckett just nodded.
Beckett had expected Jack to be a hard task master, being a Colonel,
but his little acts of friendship and forbearance told of a warmth
towards not only himself, but the other members of the team as well.
He had met quite a few officers around, and none of them came over
as this approachable and congenial, except Al of course.
Daniel/Beckett spent the next two days trying to catch up with
the character behind this person, whose life he had temporarily
taken over. He discretely pumped Al for any additional information
he could bring to the complex personality he'd leapt into. He'd
discovered a lot about the problems Daniel had encountered in his
life and the contentment he now found, being with people who loved
and trusted him for what he was. That he was part of this SG-1 team,
and so much so, that they were as one. Beckett experienced Daniel's
feelings with the other members of the team, and he was beginning
to understand why. He studied his notes hard because he knew that
they often relied on Daniel to see them through many dangers with
his diplomacy and tact as well as deciphering the strange languages
which helped them escape from trouble more times than Beckett thought
The one thing he didn't know yet, was what he was actually meant
to do when the time came to it. It was often a last minute indication,
to discover his given task for leaping. Al didn't know off hand
what to expect either, it could be any number of reasons why Beckett
had leapt into the body of Dr. Daniel Jackson.
Beckett couldn't really believe he was actually going to visit
another planet. He'd seen the Stargate in action the day before,
but still found it incredible that it led to another world. Al wasn't
sure that he would be able to help Beckett once he went through
the gate, so it was with slight trepidation that he entered the
gateroom at 07.55 hours, ready to embark on the journey of his lifetime.
He placed his pack on the floor by his feet and stared up as the
gate's inner wheel began to glide round, locking the chevrons into
Jack observed him silently, watching his face. Fascination was
written so clearly as he stared wondrously up at the gate.
"Daniel? You okay?"
"Uh.....Oh yeah.....I'm fine." he recalled himself and
hefted his backpack onto his back. Jack helped him.
"Anybody would think you'd never seen the gate in action before
"Oh......er.....I never tire of seeing it."
Just then the seventh chevron locked and Daniel took an involuntary
step backwards as the wormhole billowed out towards them, before
settling within the rings. Jack was surprised by his friend's reaction
and he worried about him.
"Daniel.......are you sure about how you feel......you can
step down ya know......we can go another day, if you're not up to
"No! I'm fine Jack.....really......I have to go!" Beckett
couldn't figure out why he'd said that, but maybe it had to do with
why he was there.
"SG-1, you have a go!" the General's voice sounded loud
through the control room microphone. "Good luck out there people,
and go careful."
Jack, Daniel/Beckett noticed, offered a somewhat nonchalant salute
in reply and headed up the ramp.
"Come on Campers....Last one through's a........" his
final word cut off as he entered the watery opening to PZ7 899.
Sam smiled and stepped up beside Daniel who was thinking he must
be dreaming, because what he was about to do seemed so unreal to
"Come on Daniel......let's catch up with the Colonel. Daniel?"
"Yeah....I'm coming." he stepped onto the ramp wondering
what it was going to be like. The others seemed to take it in their
stride, so perhaps it wouldn't be too bad after all. He watched
as Teal'c stepped through, glad that Sam had waited for him. He
took a deep breath and stepped through.
It wasn't quite what he'd been expecting. By the time he'd reached
the other side he felt disorientated and he tumbled from the gate,
landing in an undignified heap at the foot of the steps. He was
frozen stiff, and fought hard to keep his breakfast from reappearing.
He sneezed a few times. When he managed to open his eyes on this
new world, he was overawed by the sight before him. To his left,
open green fields led onto rolling hills, to his right was a vast
forest stretching for who knew how many miles. The blazing sun shone
in a cloudless blue sky. A paradise, he thought. If he didn't know
any better he'd say he hadn't left home at all, if it wasn't for
the fact he could see two more planets in such close proximity.
He pulled himself together as the conversation around him finally
drifted through to his astonished mind.
"I think it would be reasonably safe to split up. Carter why
don't you and Teal'c go on to the area where those Naquada deposits
are supposed to be, and I'll keep an eye on Daniel. I get the feeling
that he's not really firing on all cylinders today, and I won't
be able to relax unless I can see what he's doing with all those
rocks and things he's so keen to play with. Report in every hour
and we'll meet back here in 36. See you later kids, have fun! I
know I will....not!" He rolled his eyes upwards and sighed.
"Yes Sir!" Sam smiled at her CO, and she and Teal'c walked
off to the north to find the expected Naquada deposits.
"Daniel! You going to sit there all day or are we off to the
"Huh? Emerald City?
I thought it was a castle we were investigating?"
Jack sighed and shook his head, Daniel was definitely going to
have a holiday when they got back.
"As in the Wizard of Oz!......Never mind! Just get moving
Daniel/Beckett stood up and brushed the dust from his pants and
followed Jack towards the forest.
"Why did I say I'd be the one to keep you company......trees
and even more trees....." he muttered to himself as they entered
the forest and it was as if they'd stepped into another world. Gone
was the warmth of the sunshine, only to be replaced by the oppressive
heat of a steamy rainforest, except it wasn't raining at the moment.
They walked for miles in near silence as the going was tough. The
trail was littered with rotting tree trunks and other dead or dying
flora. There were small animals scurrying about, but none bothered
the explorers as they pushed further into the massive forest. There
seemed no end to the trees and no sign of the reported castle that
was supposed to be hidden there.
Jack led the way through the steaming forest, stepping carefully
over trailing lianas, rocks and rotting tree trunks, pushing the
undergrowth away and keeping an eye out for any potentially dangerous
wildlife on the prowl. They rested on a fallen tree and ate energy
bars, swallowing great gulps of water to counteract the effects
of dehydration. After many miles and much swearing on Jack's part,
they came to a slightly less dense patch of trees and Daniel/Beckett
spied the tall turret of the castle, which the UAV had spotted nestling
among the thick vegetation.
"I can see the turret now, we must be quite close." Daniel/Beckett
exclaimed. Jack vaulting over a stout tree trunk, which was suspended
above the forest floor by a jumble of broken branches beneath it,
looked up and saw what Daniel had pointed to.
"Great. It's......Aaarggghh!....God!.....Get it off Daniel!...For
God's sake get it off me!" He muttered various oaths and curses
under his breath whilst trying not to make any unnecessary moves,
causing more pain to radiate throughout his leg, than the agony
he was already in. As he landed, his leg was caught in a trap, the
rusty jaws of which had snapped shut with such a devastating force,
it broke both of the bones in his lower leg and pierced his flesh
and muscles, about half way between his ankle and his knee, pinning
him where he stood, leaning back on the fallen tree he'd just leapt
over, and fighting to keep his senses from shutting down.
Daniel rushed to his side and stared at the horrific sight which
met his eyes.
"Oh God Jack!......" He snapped from his shock and set
about freeing his friend from the jagged jaws of the man trap, obviously
set some time ago, but later than when the castle was in use, judging
by the amount of rust covering it, though not enough to corrode
it through. He couldn't see how far the jaws had entered Jack's
leg as there was so much blood pouring from the wounds and soaking
the bottom half of Jack's pants, colouring them to a bright crimson.
He knew they had to be in pretty deep and that the artery was severed.
Blood which made the trap slick in his fingers and which made the
task of removing it even more hazardous, one slip and Daniel/Beckett
could injure himself as well as causing more damage to an already
fading Jack. He pulled hard on the sides to open it enough to release
Jack from it's grip, tearing away more flesh as it's teeth retracted
from his leg, making Jack yell louder in agony. His tentative hold
on consciousness fading.
"Don't you pass out yet Jack! Stay with me! Hold on just a
bit longer. Nearly there. Jack!.....I need you to pull your leg
free when I say so.....just a bit more.....ready... NOW!" He
held the trap as steady as he could, and a trembling, screaming,
Jack pulled his injured limb free of the trap and promptly collapsed
in a quivering heap nearby, holding his leg just below the knee.
Daniel let go quickly and the contraption snapped shut again with
a terrifying fierceness. He quickly turned his attention to Jack
who was rolling from side to side holding onto his damaged leg .
Daniel set about stemming the copious bleeding, facing a mass of
damaged flesh intermingled with torn BDU's and broken bones. He
applied a tourniquet to stop the artery from draining Jack's life
fluid from him, but knowing he would have to release it every so
often to keep his foot from starving of oxygenated blood.
Jack was too quiet now, the swearing and cursing had stopped and
Daniel/Beckett noticed his eyes were now glazed over. He was very
pale and Daniel could see beads of sweat over his face and knew
that shock was setting in. He emptied his backpack on the ground
and sorted through his medical supplies. Wrapping as many temporary
dressings as he could around the wound, he then smothered Jack in
the blankets and his sleeping bag to keep him warm. He discovered
some morphine and injected it into Jack's thigh, knowing that it
would help him deal with the pain he would have to suffer as he
tried to set the bones and splint them.
Jack knew he was drifting in and out of consciousness. He felt
numb, strangely at peace even knowing what had happened. He could
see Daniel working on his leg, but he felt nothing, just warm and
`floaty', which he knew were just the effects of the drug. He was
surprised to see Daniel methodically and intelligently setting his
leg and splinting it. It felt comfortable. He vaguely wondered where
Daniel had acquired such a knowledge, without his knowing about
it. Yet another string to the young man's bow, he thought sleepily,
before he gave in to the overpowering pull of darkness again.
Beckett knew now that this was why he was there, inside Daniel.
The real Daniel lacked the necessary skills to save his friend's
leg. Being a medical Doctor, he had the necessary knowledge, and
soon he had slowed the bleeding and strapped the leg against the
other one professionally to keep it immobile. All he had to do now
was get him back to the Stargate. He tried the radio, but couldn't
get any answer. He had no idea why not, but he knew he was on his
own now. Taking just one of the backpacks, he filled it with medical
supplies and food and water, and abandoned the rest of the gear,
knowing he wouldn't be able to carry too much extra weight, as well
as Jack. Checking Jack's eye responses and feeling his pulse and
temperature was steady, he was ready. Pulling Jack up carefully,
he hefted him over his shoulder, staggering slightly under his burden,
Jack was not small by a long shot, well built and muscular, it was
going to be a long trek. He straightened up and began his long journey
back to civilisation.
Trying not to hurt Jack any further, Daniel/Beckett laid his comatose
friend down as gently as he could onto the ground and flopped down
wearily beside him, to get his breath back. He held up the canteen
of water and took a long swig, rinsing a little over his face to
cool himself off. He poured some onto a handkerchief and wiped the
sweat from Jack's face before trying to get him to take some of
the moisture into his mouth. It would be so easy to dehydrate in
these hot humid conditions, and that, he thought , was no good to
either of them. He checked the bandages on Jack's leg and released
the tourniquet to let the blood flow through to his foot. Checking
the bandages he noticed the first signs of infection radiating away
from the puncture wounds when he cleaned then again. He delved into
the med pack and found some anti-biotic tablets. Gently patting
Jack around the face, brought him back to consciousness and made
him swallow the pills down with some water.
"How's the pain Jack?"
"Peachy Daniel!....What did you expect?"
"Jack I really need to know how bad it is?"
Jack looked at the genuine concern behind his friend's face and
became serious for once.
"Hurts like hell!"
"It's been some time now so I can give you some more morphine.
"Save it, I can live with it for now. Where are we?"
"About 5 miles from where we were.....where it happened."
"How?.....God Daniel.....you can't carry me all that way.......You'll
kill yourself, we've got another 14 or 15 miles to go yet. Where's
Carter and Teal'c?"
Even though Jack was weak and feverish, Daniel/Beckett knew he
was still in command of his faculties, doing his job. Beckett's
estimation of this intrepid man grew another notch as he watched
him struggle to stay awake, fighting to conquer the pain, but still
it didn't stop him fretting about the rest of his team.
"I couldn't reach them on the radio. I'll have another try
in a minute." Daniel/Beckett rested his head back against the
tree he was sat propped against next to Jack. Jack knew that Daniel
must have been so tired, and felt guilty at being such a burden
"Daniel when you've rested a while, I want you to get back
to the gate and dial the SGC for some help. Leave me, I'll be fine.
Just leave me some water and I promise I won't move from here."
he tried to make Daniel smile with his comment, but Daniel just
rounded on him.
"No Jack....that's one thing that's not going to happen. I'm
not leaving you behind. You need urgent medical attention, both
of those bones are broken, probably shattered, you lost a lot of
blood because the artery has been severed, the wound is already
infected badly, and you now have a fever, the only way is for me
to get you out of here and quickly......or there's a distinct possibility
that you'll lose that leg, or worse. We're both going.....You're
coming with me!" he meant every word. Jack was a bit taken
aback at the ferocity and terrifying bluntness of his words.
"Ah come on Daniel.....it's not that bad." Although he
knew deep down it was.
"Believe me, when I say it is Jack. I know!" Jack studied
the face before him, where earlier today, and for the past few days,
he'd seen only confusion and self doubt in those blue eyes, now
he saw a startlingly clear, purposeful honesty, and worry behind
"Okay.....you win. I just don't want you to `damage' yourself,
because of me.......I could order you to go!"
"It wouldn't make any difference Jack. I could easily put
you to sleep and then I'd take you anyway. I've got to get you back,
even if I end up crawling." Jack knew he meant it too and acquiesced
"Thanks!" Jack smiled seriously, no sarcasm was present.
"You're welcome Jack!" He smiled back for the first time
since the accident happened.
Within minutes Jack had allowed himself to drift off again and
Daniel once again tried to contact his team-mates, but to no avail.
Sighing to himself, he hefted an inert Jack once more onto his shoulders
and set off towards help.
After another hour or so hacking through the forest, Daniel/Beckett
heard Jack moan and placed him back on the ground again. He could
see beads of sweat rolling down Jack's face as he fought the infection.
He felt his forehead with the back of his hand and knew it was too
hot just to be the effects of the steamy forest. He poured a little
more water on the cloth and placed it over his fevered brow for
a few moments to bring some relief. He released the band again and
watched it closely, and after a few minutes, tightened it once more.
This time when he picked up the radio, he heard a response.
"Sam, Teal'c....come in please!"
"What is it Daniel?" Sam asked knowing that something
must be wrong by the tone of his voice, together with the fact that
it was Daniel on the radio and not the Colonel.
"Jack's hurt his leg pretty bad and he's lost a lot of blood.
He's gone into shock, and it's infected already. We need to get
him back to the SGC real soon."
"Oh God.....Daniel where are you?"
"We're still about 12 miles from the gate. It's dense forest
here, very hot and steamy. Jack's already got a fever and it's getting
"Okay Daniel we're on our way. Leave the radio on, so we can
get a lock on your signal. What happened to the Colonel?"
"He stepped on a very rusty man trap, hidden in the undergrowth.
It damn near took his lower leg off. It broke both bones in his
leg and pierced the flesh and muscles almost through, damaging the
artery. If we don't get him back soon, he may lose his leg."
Sam blanched at the thought of what might happen. She tried to
reassure Daniel that they would be with him soon, but they were
still a good number of hours away from him , and then they still
had to get back to the Stargate.
"Daniel.....have you managed to stop the bleeding?"
"Yeah.....I've done everything I possibly can, I've just given
him some more morphine, so he's unconscious right now."
"Roger that. See you in......say....4 hours."
Daniel put the radio away and taking another long drink he picked
up the gear and heaved Jack's senseless body up and began the long
arduous journey again. His shoulders ached mercilessly, but he knew
he had to keep going. There was no question in his mind to stop,
so he pressed himself onwards.
As they had to pass the Stargate in order to reach Daniel and the
Colonel, Sam decided that the best plan of action would be to dial
the SGC and get a medical team out there with them. She believed
that her CO would stand a better chance if he got some treatment
before they set out for home.
Sam ran the last 100 yards or so to the DHD and pressed the symbols
for Earth. As soon as the wormhole had established she sent through
the iris code, and was rewarded with an acknowledgement.
"SGC this is SG-1. This is Captain Carter. We have a medical
emergency and request the presence of a medical team urgently."
"Captain Carter......this is General Hammond. What happened
"Sir....Colonel O'Neill stepped on a man trap, and according
to Daniel, it's nearly severed his lower leg. He's lost a lot of
blood, Daniel has managed to stop the bleeding, but the infection
has already set in. He has a rising fever and is unconscious. We
have yet to locate them in the forest. They're still some miles
from the gate."
"Understood Captain. The medical team will be with you shortly.
Stand by. I'm shutting the gate down now."
"Yes Sir. Standing by."
The gate closed down and Sam radioed Daniel. It was a few minutes
before he answered and when he did, he sounded exhausted.
General Hammond was reeling from this new information, relayed
to him by Captain Carter. He yelled for the technician to get Dr.
Frasier and her team together for an off world emergency. After
a few minutes Janet ran into the control room and stood before her
"Sir! Ready for your orders."
"It seems that Colonel O'Neill had an accident on PZ7 899
and he needs urgent medical treatment. I want you to see what you
can do, at least enough to get him back here ASAP."
"Yes Sir! Do we know what happened Sir?"
"He stepped on a man trap. Dr. Jackson said it's nearly severed
the leg and he's lost a lot of blood. I needn't tell you how bad
that would be."
"Oh my God! We'll be ready in 10 minutes Sir, I'll need to
get some supplies of his blood and fluids." She swallowed the
lump in her throat at the thought of Jack losing his leg. She couldn't
see him coping with such a handicap, he was always so active. She
disappeared quickly barking out orders to her staff, whilst she
changed into her fatigues. True to her word she and her team stood
in the gate room fully kitted out within 10 minutes.
The General ordered the dialling to begin and they stood together
in silence as they watched the gate swing into action. Janet waited
for the okay from the General before leading her team into the shimmering
"Daniel.....you okay?" Asked Sam concerned .
"Yeah....just a bit tired."
"How's the Colonel?"
"About the same. Where are you now?"
"We're at the gate. General Hammond is sending a medical team
through. We're just waiting for them, then we'll be with you as
quick as we can."
"That's good. I could do with a little help here, and Jack
The Stargate swung into action and Sam signed off with Daniel,
telling him it wouldn't be too long now. She wondered who the General
would send, and was pleased to see Dr. Janet Frasier step through
with her team.
"God Janet.....thank goodness."
"Where's the emergency?.....The General didn't have much time
to fill me in, only the briefest details. Just that Colonel O'Neill
met with an accident and he'd lost a lot of blood."
"We have yet to reach them. They're about 8 miles from here
in the forest. Daniel's carried him for at least 10 or 11 miles
"He's carried him that far? He'll be shattered by now."
They set out hurrying towards the forest and Sam filled in Janet
with as many details as she knew. Janet was glad she'd brought a
supply of matching blood and IV equipment.
Daniel/Beckett knew he was beaten. He practically fell down next
to Jack and gasped deep breaths of air to compensate for the effort
it had cost him to carry his friend this far. He could barely keep
awake himself, and longed to be able to close his eyes, and rest
his aching limbs. His shoulder throbbed and his calf muscles protested
with cramp. He realised he had hardly stopped for enough time to
even eat. He checked up on Jack, noting his fever had worsened and
his pulse was growing weaker. Never before had Beckett felt he'd
failed in his mission. He felt sure he was supposed to get Jack
back to the SGC for help. He hadn't leapt yet, but that could be
because he was literally thousands of light years away from home.
Either way, he knew he had to get back at some stage, with or without
this man whom he had grown to admire even in such a short time.
Once he had got his breath back, he picked up his radio to contact
"Sam come in please."
"Daniel! We're not far now. Janet's with me."
"That's great! I don't think I can go much farther."
"Stay there, we won't be long. According to the signal on
my radio, we're practically on top of you. How's the Colonel?"
"Worse, High fever, weak pulse."
Janet looked at Sam and bit her lip. She knew they didn't have
Daniel fought to stay with it. He was so tired.
"Hurry Sam." was all he got out before his eyes closed
and he drifted off.
"Daniel!......Daniel?" she called, but knew he'd passed
out from exhaustion. "We are so close now....."
Sam was interrupted by a shout from Teal'c who was scouting a few
"Captain Carter.....they are there!" he pointed to a
large tree with two prone figures underneath it.
They were running now, running to get to their friends, regardless
of the scratches and scrapes they received from the undergrowth
as they battled their way past. Their only thought was for their
friends. Janet quickly assessed Daniel.
"He's okay, just exhausted, let him sleep for now, while I
see to the Colonel."
She turned her full attention to Jack and set about getting him
stabilised with fresh blood and drips. Injecting a strong anti-biotic
into his muscle, to fight the infection. She was rather surprised
and pleased at Daniel's handiwork at cleaning and dressing the Colonel's
leg wound. Noting the tourniquet, it looked almost as if a professional
had attended to it. Then the neat way his leg was splinted and the
bones' alignment looked good too. She soon had him on the stretcher
and the fluids on portable IV poles attached to it. They were ready
to leave. Teal'c volunteered to carry Daniel, and Sam was more than
sure he could manage that. The party set off for the Stargate and
finally the SGC.....Home.
"Incoming wormhole. Unauthorised Gate activation." echoed
round the walls of the SGC, making General Hammond hurry to the
"Do we have any IDC yet?"
"Yes Sir.....it's SG-1."
"Open the Iris."
He made his way down the steps and into the gateroom in time to
see Teal'c walk through the event horizon with Daniel slung across
"Teal'c......I thought it was Colonel O'Neill.........."
before he had time to finish his question his attention was claimed
by the medical team carrying Jack on a stretcher, closely followed
by Sam and Janet, as they emerged from the gate.
The gate shut down with a snap, and Sam watched from the ramp as
her CO and Daniel were whisked away to the infirmary.
"Captain Carter.....I thought only Colonel O'Neill was injured?"
"He was Sir. Daniel carried him for at least 14 miles through
dense forest, before he collapsed from exhaustion. Luckily we were
near to his location by then, we found them both unconscious."
"Thank you Captain. Go and get cleaned up and get along to
the infirmary for your post mission check. We'll debrief in the
morning at 08.00 hours."
"Yes Sir." she saluted and made her way out into the
corridor, heading for the showers.
Daniel/Beckett stirred in his sleep and Al was right beside him
"You've done it Sam. O'Neill recovers and goes on to save
Daniel Jackson's sanity when he becomes addicted to the effects
of the Sarcophagus. Whatever that means. That in turn means he'll
be around to help O'Neill again when his brain becomes a computer
and gets overloaded. Wow.....I wonder what all that means. Say these
two guys really depend on each other don't they."
"Al.....you sure? Then why am I still here?" he muttered
"I don't know, but you should leap soon. You're back on Earth
"Why haven't I leapt yet?" Just then a brilliant white
light appears and Sam Beckett no longer inhabits Daniel Jackson's
body, but has travelled on to another soul, to help them through
their crisis. Daniel Jackson is back again.
"Daniel? It's okay you're back at the SGC. In the infirmary."
Daniel sat bolt upright and immediately regretted it. His shoulder
felt like a ton of bricks had landed on it. He hurt everywhere.
"What the.....How did I end up here.......Oh God," he
groaned, "What have I done this time? All I remember is this
really wacky, wacky dream."
"What did you mean `Why haven't I leapt yet'?"
"Did I say that?"
"Yes, just now, you muttered about still being here."
"I don't remember saying that. Oh God........Why do I hurt
"You carried the Colonel at least 14 miles Daniel, it's no
wonder you're sore. Take it easy."
"Carried Jack.....what's wrong with him?" he looked around
the room for him, but couldn't see him. "Where's Jack?"
"Janet's operating on him right now......"
"Operating? What happened?"
"Don't you remember?"
"No......the last thing I remember is eating in the commissary
talking with you guys. Then I had this really wild dream about someone,
and being in another body. God! it was weird."
"Daniel, that was four days ago! We gated to PZ7 899 the day
before yesterday at 08.00. You and the Colonel went into the forest
to look for the castle and Teal'c and I looked for the Naquada deposits.
The Colonel stepped onto a man-trap and it broke both his bones
and almost severed his leg off, and you're telling me you don't
"Oh God.....Jack. No I don't. Just this stupid dream. Is it
one of those damn Goa'uld mind control episodes again? or maybe
this is the dream."
"Daniel.....What are you talking about?"
"God I don't know......I'm so tired..." he yawned and
fell gratefully back onto the pillows and closed his eyes again,
instantly drifting off to sleep.
Sam was left dumbfounded, as she couldn't believe Daniel couldn't
remember a thing about the last three days. She knew he had been
just a little forgetful before the mission, but not this bad.
Janet reappeared and approached Sam, Teal'c and the General who
had walked in only a moment before.
"What's the verdict Dr. Frasier? How is he?"
"Well the good news is that he's going to be okay. I just
don't know how his leg is going to heal just yet, but I think he
has a good chance of making a full recovery, thanks to Dr. Jackson's
"Daniel's first aid?" asked a bewildered Sam.
"Yes he did exactly the right things. He stopped the bleeding,
by using a tourniquet in the correct manner. He kept the wound clean,
and changed the dressings when they needed it. He set the bones
correctly, luckily there were no complications there, just clean
breaks. It's the damage to the muscles, I'm concerned with. There
was nothing Daniel could have done there, but he managed to get
him near enough to us without any help before he collapsed. His
quick thinking and actions have saved the Colonel from losing that
part of his leg. We are pumping anti-biotics into him to combat
the fever and infection, but I don't think he'll be with it for
a few days yet. As it is, it's going to take months of physical
therapy to get that leg back to normal again."
"I can't believe Daniel knew how to do all that stuff. He's
always left that to me. Where did he learn about the tourniquet,
and how to set the Colonel's leg and splint it?"
"I don't know where he picked up the knowledge, but it was
almost like a professional doctor had done it. I would have done
exactly the same for Colonel O'Neill if I was in the same position.
I do know that without knowing what he was doing, it could have
made things much worse. He did a wonderful job of saving the Colonel's
General Hammond looked across at the sleeping figure of Daniel
and breathed a sigh of relief. His original assessment of Daniel's
inclusion into the team had been doubtful at first. Now though he
was proving his worth more and more, getting his number one team's
butt out of the fire on more than one occasion. Despite all the
arguments, put forward from the powers that be, about an Archaeologist
being on the team, he was glad he stuck to his guns about him being
there. He knew Colonel O'Neill would be grateful.
"Let me know of any changes Doctor. Take good care of them."
"Yes Sir!" The General turned and quickly walked from
the room, leaving the others to wonder about Daniel's sudden medical
Jack felt strangely alone in his befuddled world. Pain had been
his constant companion, but it had gone now, there was nothing,
just darkness. He tried dragging himself up from it's depths, but
failed to get anywhere, until now. He could see a light above him,
it grew in size and intensity. There were voices now, the closer
he grew to the light, the louder the voices, then it dawned on him.
He was in the infirmary and it was the pull of the drugs which had
kept him from reaching the light before. Now he was consciously
waking, he'd made it to the surface.
Janet looked down, smiling , as the Colonel's eyelids flickered
and finally opened. He blinked a few times taking in the brightness
"Colonel! Good to see you've joined us at last." Janet
helped him to sip some water and let his head down onto the pillows
"Hi Doc! My team okay?"
"They're fine Sir. Daniel is recovering well."
"Daniel? What happened to him?"
"He collapsed through exhaustion. We found you both unconscious,
luckily for you he'd made it so far."
"Where is he?"
"I'm here Jack.....Hi!" Daniel peered from behind the
curtain, separating their beds.
"Hi yourself. I told you, you would probably end up killing
yourself if you carried me that far."
"Well actually, I didn't make it out of the forest."
he admitted sheepishly, "Janet and the others found us before
"How am I Doc?" Jack asked looking back towards her.
Janet knew what he meant, and explained to him that Daniel had
done an excellent job of making sure he didn't lose his leg.
Jack turned towards his friend, as Janet left the two of them to
"Thanks Daniel. You did good out there. I owe you one!"
"That's okay Jack. Just don't make a habit of it."
"How did you know what to do anyway?"
"Well.......I can't really remember the details.....I just
sort of went into automatic, I guess. I don't really recall much
about any of it. It's just a blurr."
"You must of had some inkling about what was going to happen."
"Why do you say that?"
"I was going to make you stay behind. You'd been acting kinda
weird before then, but you insisted on going. Quote, `I have to
go!' So...I relented. I'm glad I did now. Thanks! I'm sorry you
never got to see that castle."
"I'm just glad I was there for you. As for the castle, I never
gave it another thought, and.....it'll still be there another day.
I was more concerned about you at the time."
"Yeah.....and if it wasn't for you.......well, maybe now I'll
be able to return the favour, one day, whatever......"