Hidden Truths
By ~Starre~
Summary: Inspired by Teri's 'Jack?', what if Jack is MacGyver?
Rating: PG-13
Pairings: Sam/Jack, possible Daniel/Janet
Category: Action/Mystery
Status: WIP
Archive: just let me know where you want to put it so I can visit! ; )
Disclaimer: Neither the list/board owner, nor the author of this story is associated with the creators or owners of Stargate: SG-1 or MacGyver. No harm is intended to the copyright holders. This story was written for enjoyment and is not a commercial enterprise.
~~~~~~~~~~*~~~~~~~~~~
"But Sir!" Colonel Jack O'Neill whined as he sat at the large
conference table in the briefing room of the SGC. "It's just a meeting of
bigwigs without any real agenda excepts to prove just how wonderful they
are." Across from him, General Hammond sighed. This was going to be a long
day.
"No Colonel," he stated, a touch of annoyance creeping into his voice,
"it's a gathering of security companies. They will be exchanging ideas,
and The President, and myself, would like to ensure that we have the
best security possible here at the SGC."
The Colonel sighed. "But why do *I* have to be there?" He asked.
"Because you're the leader of SG-1, which just so happens to be our
flagship team, and so, consequently, is going." Hammond sighed.
"Dismissed," he said. Getting up to his feet, Colonel Jack O'Neill nodded at the
General, stuffed his hands deep into his pockets, and turned to go. He
paused.
"I don't suppose that there's any way I can get out of this?" He asked
hopefully. The General didn't even bother to give him a reply, merely
levelling his steady gaze at the younger man. With a sigh and shrug,
O'Neill left. Sitting back in his chair, Hammond thought he caught the
muttered words, "Oh well, it was worth a try."
~~~~~~~~~~*~~~~~~~~~~
Entering the crowded room, Jack O'Neill pulled impatiently at his dress
uniform. It was tight, and unfomfortable, not to mention the fact that
he had to wear a tie. A *tie* for crying out loud! Making sure that his
hat was firmly situated on his head, the Colonel ambled further into
the room. Behind him, Major Doctor Samantha Carter surveyed the
gathering.
People in suits were milling around everywhere, and there were also
quite a few uniforms present. Shifting her skirt slightly, the major
smiled at her CO's obvious discomfort. Before frowning as she remembered his
attempts to get out of this. Only the other day they had been offworld,
and Sam was sure the that Colonel hadn't *needed* to get shot.
~~~~~~~~~~*~~~~~~~~~~
Trudging through the soggy mess that was considered ground on P35, 9,
um, something or other, Colonel O'Neill glanced behind him at the rest
of his team. Doctor Daniel Jackson was currently wiping the fog off his
glasses, and looking decidedly geeky, despite the BDUs that he was
wearing. Major Carter was suffering in silence, as usual. Her hair was
plastered to her face with sweat and Jack was sure that the Major wanted
nothing more than to lie down and sleep. Teal'c brought up the rear. The
solid Jaffa warrior showed no easily perceptible signs of exhaustion,
annoyance, or otherwise. But that was usual.
Turning back around, and sighing in relief as he caught sight of the
Stargate through the mist that covered this forsaken planet, Jack moved
forward. Then he paused. Something. Yes, he was certain of it. There was
something else out there. Slowly, the Air Force Colonel turned his
head, seeking, searching. Ah, there it was. A shadow amidst the swirling
mist, crouched down to the ground.
Raising his fist, the Colonel called a halt, and quickly signed to his
team mates. They waited, willing the unknown presence to make themself
known. So they did.
With a cry that sounded slightly like someone running over the nextdoor
neighbour's cat, figures burst out of the mist, brandishing swords.
SG-1 opened fire, their zats quickly and efficiently stopping the
cat-killers, without causing any permanent damage.
Having stopped the first attack, the Colonel decided that it was time
to head for the 'gate. So off SG-1 went, running as fast, and as
sure-footed as possible on the soggy ground. They were halfway there when the
cat-killers decided to make a comeback, or maybe these were their older
brothers, the dog-killers, they certainly sounded like it.
Arrows whizzed around the team, to sink with quiet plopping noises into
the moisture soaked ground. The Colonel and Teal'c laid down cover fire
for the two doctors on their team. Reaching the 'gate, Sam quickly
dialled up earth's address, while Daniel quickly used his GDO to send
through their IDC.
Glancing back at her teammates, the Major was surprised to see the
Colonel deviate from his current course, straight into the line of fire of
an arrow, which managed to imbed itself in his thigh. Limping the last
few steps to the 'gate, the Colonel grabbed his Major's arm on the way
past, dragging her through the 'gate with him.
~~~~~~~~~~*~~~~~~~~~~
No, Sam decided, the Colonel had *definately* made a conscious decision
to get in the way of that arrow. Why, she wasn't quite sure, but it
certainly wasn't the only strange thing that he'd done.
~~~~~~~~~~*~~~~~~~~~~
Arriving in the infirmary, propped up on one side by Daniel, Colonel
Jack O'Neill grinned at the Doc. "Hey Doc," he said, "miss me?" Janet
Fraiser, the base CMO, merely humphed in response. It was no secret that
the Colonel was an awful patient, which left the CMO with little liking
for having him in her infirmary. Still, there were benefits to having
him there, such as using the grouchy guy for a pin cushion whenever he
annoyed her too much, or the fact that whenever one of SG-1 was injured,
the others would invariably take up residence in the infimrary,
including one blue-eyed archeologist.
Pointing the Colonel to a spare bed, Janet got out her 'instruments of
torture', and advanced on him. "So Colonel," she asked, "what happened
this time."
"Ah, you know Doc," he replied, "some stinking native decided to help
you."
"Help me?" The doctor's eyebrow rose towards her hairline and it was
quite obvious that she didn't think having Jack O'Neill in her infirmary
was any kind of help at all.
"Yeah well, they decided to use me for a pincushion." Jack explained,
wincing as his friendly base doctor pulled the arrow out of his thigh.
Janet gave it a close inspection, prodding and poking as was her want,
before deciding that, unfortunately, he'd live.
"Well Colonel," she said, snapping off her gloves and pulling back the
curtain that had given Jack some privacy during her examination, "it
appears that you'll live, again. Stay off the leg, and give it time to
heal."
"Darn," the Colonel replied, trying to keep a straight face, "guess
I'll have to miss that wonderful convention then." Sam didn't miss the
slight turning up of the corners of his mouth, or the way in which his
chocolate brown eyes sparkled with mischief, well even more mischief than
usual.
~~~~~~~~~~*~~~~~~~~~~
Grabbing a drink from one of the tables, Sam shook her head. The
Colonel had seemed inordinately pleased with himself for escaping the
convention. Still, that was not to last.
~~~~~~~~~~*~~~~~~~~~~
With a loud whoosh, the wormhole opened in the centre of the Stargate.
"Recieving Tok'ra IDC." Came over the tannoy as the iris stopped its
movement before retracting once more. There was a swirl in the bright
blue puddle as Jacob Carter stepped through. Hurrying down to meet her
father, Sam grinned in welcome.
"Dad."
"Hey Sammie. How are you?" Her father greeted her. Moments later, they
were on their way out of the 'gate room. Heading down to the infirmary,
the two Carters decided to check in on the Colonel.
"Jack." Jacob greeted as he glanced down at the man who he secretly
thought of as a son. Jack glanced up and grinned broadly.
"Hey Dad." He replied, "how you doin'?"
"Fine, fine." Jacob assured him. "And you? I hear that you got yourself
into a spot of trouble." Jack merely shrugged in response. "You know, I
could do something about that," Jacob continued, "we Tok'ra have
special powers."
Jack snorted in response. "No thanks Jacob," he replied, "you know my
opinion of all that stuff. Not that I have anything against you, but..."
He let his voice trail off.
"Fine," Jacob said, slapping his thighs and smiling broadly, "we'll get
Sammie to do it."
"What?" Sam gasped out, staring at her father.
"No!" The Colonel said vehemently, too vehemently Sam decided as she
watched him carefully. Jacob shook his head in amusement.
"You know Jack, anyone would think that you didn't want to get better."
"He doesn't." General Hammond entered the room, giving his 2IC a harsh
glare, before turning to his friend. "It's good to see you again
Jacob." He said, "the Colonel here seems to have a problem with going to a
convention they're having. Why, I have no idea. It can't be any worse
than any other convention we've been to." Jacob shook his head in mock
disapproval, finding the whole ordeal quite funny now that he knew what
was going on.
"Afraid of the bigs wigs and all those people talking technobabble are
you Jack?" He asked good-naturedly. The Colonel merely hurrumphed in
reply.
"So," continued Hammond, "I would like to personally ask you Jacob, to
heal my 2IC so he can attend the convention." With a sigh, Jack laid
back, not at all happy about the turn of events.
~~~~~~~~~~~*~~~~~~~~~~
Wandering over to one of the walls, Sam leant back, watching the people
as they milled around. Many of them seemed to know each other,
professional associates. The nature of her work, and the fact that she spent
most of her time underground or off-world meant that Sam hadn't had a
chance to make too many of those in the last few years.
The Major's friends were mainly confined to the group of people she
worked with. The SGC had become a small community, everyone knew everyone
else, and everyone got on well together. Sure, they had the usual
friendly arguments about Flyboys and Jarheads and the like, but it was never
anything serious.
Sam's best friends were her team, and they often helped each other out.
Actually, they always helped each other out. After all, they did
practically live together with all the missions they went on, not to mention
the downtime they would often spend together.
~~~~~~~~~~~*~~~~~~~~~~
With a sigh, Sam opened her front door. She was running late. Having
'gate-lag meant that she had slept the entire morning away, and most of
the afternoon. The Major had to get to the airport in the next hour to
catch her plane.
The phone rang. Groaning in frustration, Sam shut her eyes momentarily.
The door had just swung shut behind her, locking itself. Still, the
only people who ever seemed to call her were the base, often because it
was something important.
With another sigh, Sam let herself back into her house, and headed over
to the phone, picking it up. "Major Carter." She said automatically.
"Major," General Hammond's voice came through clearly, "I've just been
on the phone to Colonel O'Neill. It seems that his jeep has broken
down." The General's voice held a note of impatience, "so it seems that you
will have to pick him up on your way to the airport. I tried ringing
Daniel and Teal'c but they had already left." Sam nodded, even though he
couldn't see her.
"Yes sir." She said.
"Thankyou Major." Hammond sounded relieved, "and I don't care *what*
you have to do, just make sure that the Colonel *does* come with you."
"Yes sir." The Major failed to keep the grin out of her voice.
"I don't know what's gotten into him," Hammond muttered, "he's not
normally this stubborn. Well he is, but he's bordering on insubordination."
He sighed, "Jacob and I will meet you at the ariport Major."
"Dad's coming sir?" Sam asked, curious now. She had been disappointed
that she had to go to this convention when her Dad was on earth, but had
understood its importance.
"Yes Major. Selmak would like to 'experience' the convention, and Jacob
readily agreed as it meant spending more time with you. It wasn't hard
to pass the security checks once the brass knew that a high ranking
official of the Tok'ra was personally requesting to see earth."
"Thankyou sir." Relieved that she would get to spend more time with her
father, Sam headed back out the door. On her way to the airport, she
stopped to pick up the Colonel, who was not at all happy.
~~~~~~~~~~~*~~~~~~~~~~
Spotting her father and General Hammond, the Major moved over towards
them. Side-stepping a group of people, she approached.
~~~~~~~~~~~*~~~~~~~~~~
"Carter!" Jack greeted cheerfully as she pulled up outside his house.
"Fancy seeing you here." The blonde major merely gave his attire a quick
glance.
"The plane leaves in under two hours." She said, "we need to hurry so
that we can check in at the airport and get our luggage secured first.
With all the security checks nowadays, you know that it takes longer."
The Colonel sighed, "And here I was thinking you'd turned up just to
keep me company." He suggested hopefully. "No?" He sighed when she shook
her head. "Oh, ok then."
It had taken quite a few threats to get the reluctant Colonel changed
into more appropriate clothing then his old pair of jeans with the knees
ripped out and the faded Hockey jersey, but somehow, and she didn't
know how, Sam had managed.
The car trip hadn't been silent either. He'd begged and pleaded and
whined and moaned and wheedled to try and get her to let him get out, or
at least to stop somewhere so that they would be late. It was one very
harried Major who arrived at the airport, just in time to check in.
The General had given her a nod of approval, and Jacob had come over
and helped her with her things. Sitting with her Dad in the airplane, Sam
was immensely glad that she wasn't the one sitting next to the Colonel.
No, this time it was Daniel.
Despite the distance between their seats, Sam could hear the Colonel's
whines and she could only feel sympathy for Dr. Jackson. But the Major
was not suicidal, nor did she think it healthy for her career to go and
strangle her Commanding Officer. So instead, she stayed where she was
and tried to ignore the pleading going on.
Finally stepping off the plane, Sam Carter stretched her legs. Glancing
over at the Colonel, she saw him stuffing what appeared to be plans to
hijack the plane into his pocket. She blinked, and turned to leave.
~~~~~~~~~~~*~~~~~~~~~~
Reaching her father, Sam flashed him a brief smile. "Major." Hammond
greeted warmly. He turned to the person on his other side, while Jacob
winked at his daughter. She merely raised one eyebrow in question before
flicking her attention back to the General. "I'd like you to meet a
friend of mine," he said.
Friend. Yeah, 'a friend' had been Sam's problem.
~~~~~~~~~~~*~~~~~~~~~~
Checking into their hotel rooms, Sam was surprised, and terribly
disappointed that the Colonel's room was right next to hers. Don't get her
wrong, she liked the guy, she really did. But for some reason he was just
acting, well, strange, lately. More strange than usual that is.
The night was spent trying to convince him that it *wasn't* a good idea
for them to head to the nearest military base and grab a plane and head
back to Colorado. Yes, she understood that they were both pilots in the
US Air Force, no, she didn't not trust his ability in a plane, but the
fact remained, they had to be at this convention. It was orders, so *go
to bed* sir!
Finally, she had managed to get him to leave her alone, after
threatening, CO or not, to knock him out cold if he continued to bother her.
In the morning, it had started all over again. The whining, the
pleading, the begging. Not at all like Jack. Not like Jack at all. The only
good thing about it, as far as the Major could see, was that now that
they were here, he seemed to have accepted his fate and had slipped off
somewhere.
~~~~~~~~~~~*~~~~~~~~~~
"Pete Thornton." Hammond finished, as Sam shook the other man's hand.
He looked a lot like the General, and had a warm, open face.
"Pleased to meet you." She said.
"And you." Thornton replied.
"Pete here is head of operations for the Pheonix Foundation." The
General explained, "we met quite a few years ago."
"Pheonix Foundation?" Sam asked, "isn't that where MacGyver works?"
"Used to work." Thornton corrected her, "he left abruptly quite a few
years ago. Gets in touch with me every so often, but he hasn't really
been back to visit. Something happened." He sighed, "I don't know what,
but it must have been something big."
~~~~~~~~~~*~~~~~~~~~~
Part 2
Slipping into the crowded room, Sam glanced around him. The young man
was here to meet with some of his father's friends. A photojournalist by
trade, he wasn't really needed for the security side of things, except
that his father's old boss had decided that Sam had inherited his old
man's skill at getting in and out of trouble.
This may have been true, but it still wasn't his job to go telling
people how he would bypass their security systems. With a sigh, Sam stepped
further into the room. The place seemed to be crawling with guys with
stiff upper-lips and suits and ties. Giving his own tie an impatient
tug, Sam scanned the room for Pete Thornton.
Pete, his dad's ex-boss, had specifically asked him to come here.
Something about rumours of there being some important group here, or
something. Sam didn't know, and he didn't really care. What he did care about
was the fact that he was here, in a crowded room of bigwigs, instead of
at home, relaxing, and waiting for the phone to ring.
Granted, it hardly ever happened, but when it did, Sam wanted to be
there. It was really the only way that he could get in touch with his dad
anymore. Sam's father had left a few years ago, saying that he would
keep in touch, not to worry and that he was fine. But Sam knew that
something big had happened to make his dad leave like that.
Spotting Pete standing talking to a small group of people, Sam began to
make his way over to them. "Sam!" Pete greeted cheerfully, "I want you
to meet a good friend of mine, General George Hammond." He indicated
the man standing to one side of him. Nodding, Sam held out his hand.
"Sam Malloy." He said. Shaking the young man's hand, the General
grinned at him.
"Pleased to meet you." He replied, "any friend of Pete's is a friend of
mine." Then he turned to the other people there, "General Jacob
Carter," he said, indicating an older man, probably about Hammond's and Pete's
age, "and Major Doctor Samantha Carter." Shaking the hand of the young
blonde, Sam grinned slightly self-consciously. She was staring rather
intently into his eyes.
This is insane. Sam Carter told herself. You must be imagining things.
But there was no way that she could deny the fact. Sam Malloy's eyes
looked a lot like a certain Colonel's eyes. And of course, Sam would
know, having spent so long staring at said Colonel's eyes herself.
"Sam!" Turning as she heard Daniel calling her name, Sam grinned across
at him.
"Hey Daniel." She said. Nodding a greeting to the others, Daniel
latched onto her arm,
"You have got to see this!" He said. Frowning, but doing as she was
told, Sam followed the enthusiastic archeologist away from the others.
Dragging Sam behind him, Daniel reached one of the walls, and following
along it, side-stepping the various occupants of the room.
Hard put to follow Daniel, while not walking into anyone, and having
her arm almost pulled out of her socket, Sam sighed. Why was this
happening to her? First having to deal with a reluctant Colonel, and now, when
she'd finally gotten rid of him, she had to deal with an
over-enthusiastic archeologist.
"Here." Daniel said, stopping in front of a large doorway. Glancing
around quickly, he pushed through into the adjacent room. Shaking her head
in disbelief, and rather thankful that she had now been given her arm
back, Sam hurried after him.
"You've been spending too much time around the Colonel." She said. But
Daniel ignored her. And then Sam knew why. There, across the room, was
Teal'c. But that wasn't the really interesting thing that Daniel just
had to show her. No, what was really interesting, was what Teal'c was
doing.
The large Jaffa was standing in front of another man. This man had dark
hair, and devilish looks. His left eyebrow was also twitching. And he
seemed to be trying to convince Teal'c that there was money to made by
joining him on his quest to find the treasure of Apophis.
Sam turned to Daniel, raising one eyebrow. "I just wish I had a
camera." The young man admitted.
"What would be the point of this exercise?" Teal'c was asking, his
usual stoic face in place. Jack Dalton rolled his eyes.
"To get money!" He exclaimed, "don't you want money? Lots of money." He
added, "a whole heap of money. I've got this friend, of a friend, of a
friend.... anyway, the point is, he has this map, which will show me
where the lost treasure of Apophis is. And he's telling the truth, I'm
sure of it!" The left eyebrow was twitching again.
Teal'c merely thingyed his head to one side. "I am not in need of
monetary assistance." He intoned. "Uncle Sam pays for all my needs." Dalton
blinked at the large man standing in front of him. The guy's uncle paid
for him? Shrugging it off, he continued with his persuasion.
"But the lost treasure of Apophis!" He exclaimed, "c'mon, surely you
want to find that!" Teal'c paused, obviously searching for the right
words.
"Apophis is a false god." He stated, "therefore, any treasure of his is
not to be trusted. However, I have never heard of the lost treasure of
Apophis before." He raised one eyebrow. Deciding that enough was
enough, Daniel jumped in to help his friend out.
"That's because there isn't any." He said, approaching the two men,
with Sam close behind. "Apophis was an egyptian god, not even a Pharoah,
and there is no mention of any 'lost treasure' in any writings dealing
with him."
Dalton turned to him, "So you say." He said, "but my sources are
reliable." Sam watched the man's eyebrow begin it's dance once again, "I'm
sure of it!"
"Maybe." Said Daniel, "but I'm an archeologist, and there's no mention
of any 'lost treasure of Apophis' anywhere." Dalton sighed, his
shoulders sagging in defeat.
"Fine," he admitted, "there's no lost treasure, what I really want your
help with is...."
"Jack!" Called a voice. Turning, Dalton grinned at the young man that
had slipped into the room.
"Sammo!" He said, "have I got a deal for you." Rolling his eyes, in an
amazingly accurate Jack O'Neill impersonation, Sam Malloy stepped
forward.
"Now Jack," he warned, "Dad's told me all about your get-rich schemes.
Not going to work. Now, why don't you leave these poor people alone and
go bother some annoying bigwig who is deserving of your lies." He
suggested. Muttering something about 'ungrateful people' and 'money', Dalton
left.
Sam turned to the group before him, "Sorry about that." He said,
"Jack's always trying to find ways to make money, the only thing he seems to
find, though, is trouble." He grinned, "when his left eyebrow twitches,
he's lying."
"Then JackDalton must be a proficient liar." Teal'c decided, running
Dalton's names together in his usual way. Daniel was giving Sam Malloy a
weird look.
"Have we ever met?" He asked. Sam looked surprised.
"I don't think so," he replied, shaking his head, "why?"
"Oh, it's probably nothing," Daniel explained, "it's just that there's
something familiar about you." Sam shrugged,
"I heard you tell Jack that you were an archeologist, maybe you've met
my dad." He suggested.
"Your dad?" Daniel asked, "who's he?"
"MacGyver." Sam replied, "my dad's name is MacGyver."
"You're dad's MacGyver?" Carter asked in surprise. "Really? That's
amazing." She turned to Daniel, "MacGyver's a genius," she said, "has quite
a few PhD's, one of those guys everyone knows about, but you're lucky
to meet because he never really does any traditional research."
"That's strange." Daniel said, "from what I've heard about him, he's an
archeologist, found some pretty amazing things in the past too, but I
haven't heard anything about him in ages." He turned to Sam who was
grinning.
"That's dad for you." He admitted, "always has to do everything and
anything." Sam shrugged, "why don't we head back," he suggested, "I don't
want to miss anything." The sarcasm was unmistakable, and Carter was
once more reminded of another man who spoke like that.
A soft smile touching her lips she nodded in agreement. "Sure, why
not?" She asked, "let's not keep the kiddies waiting."
Daniel smirked, "You've been hanging around Jack way too much Sam." He
said.
"I concur." Teal'c merely stated as he followed them back into the
other room.
now if i can only get my hand on anoher of Starre's fic's called Undercover, Underground. anyone know of it? or where i could grab a copy from? if ya know please e~mail me.
