Stargate Horizons


As it turned out, Jack was right about Daniel.  Because of the severity of the NMS, as well as the other factors, Janet had guessed that it would take a good three weeks for him to fully recover, but she hadn't count on his determination.  Over the next few days, his mobility increased dramatically, and the tremors disappeared completely.  More than that was the improvement in his psychological state, his mood lifting as the chemical imbalances returned to normal.

Janet was both surprised and pleased by his rapid progress.  Twelve days after his collapse, she gave him permission to go back to work in his office, though she made it clear that he was to work no more than eight hours a day.  All of his teammates made sure that he did not break that rule.

Three days after Daniel and Janet had their talk, she told him that MacKenzie wanted to see him to discuss any lingering psychological issues caused by what he went through.  Daniel adamantly refused to speak with the man.  Apparently, the psychologist decided to ignore that, for, a couple of days after Daniel's return to duty, MacKenzie showed up in his office.

"I thought I made it clear that I don't want to speak with you," Daniel said.

"Doctor Jackson, I must insist that we talk," the psychiatrist said in his usual cool manner.  "Until I am certain of your psychological health, I cannot allow you to return to full active duty."

Daniel felt his anger toward the man escalate, but did not respond.

Taking his silence as permission to continue, MacKenzie took a seat and gestured toward the chair behind Daniel's desk.

"I'll stand," Daniel said, crossing his arms.

"Very well.  According to Doctor Fraiser, your brain chemistry is back to normal, including your dopamine levels."

"That's right."

"Do you feel that you are recovered from the infestation of Ma'chello's invention and the NMS?  Have you been experiencing any residual effects?"

"Yes to your first question, no to the second.  I'm fine.  I haven't seen or heard anything that wasn't there."

"Some of the chemical imbalances you suffered may have caused strong negative emotions, such as anger and depression.  Did you find yourself feeling such emotions?"

"Yes, I did."

"Have those feelings gone away?"

"Yes, for the depression, no for the anger."

MacKensie nodded slightly.  "Who is the focus of that anger?"

Daniel stared at the psychiatrist, his eyes an arctic shade of blue.  "I believe you have a reasonable amount of intelligence, Doctor, despite your shortsightedness.  I think you can figure that one out all on your own."

After a moment, MacKenzie said, "I see.  And do you feel anger toward Doctor Fraiser as well?  What about your teammates?"

"I was angry with them at first, but I've gotten past that."

"So, you no longer feel any resentment toward them?"

"Resentment?  No, not really.  Not anymore."

"What do you feel toward them?" MacKenzie asked.

"None of your business."

"Doctor Jackson—"

"No," Daniel interrupted.  "What I feel toward Doctor Fraiser and my teammates is between me and them.  It is not up for discussion or to be picked apart and analyzed by you.  They know how I feel, and we're dealing with it.  It has no bearing on whether or not I am psychologically fit for duty.  Now, if you will excuse me, Doctor, I have a lot of work to do."

The psychiatrist frowned.  "I understand your hostility, Doctor Jackson, but you must understand that my diagnosis and the treatment I prescribed for you was the only logical answer given your—"

Daniel didn't let him finish.  "I can't believe that you can sit there and tell me that it was the only logical answer for what was going on with me.  You've been connected with the program almost from the beginning.  I'm sure that you've read mission reports and learned all about some of the things we've dealt with out there on other planets.  You know about the virus that turned most of the people on this base into primitives.  You know about the alien brainwashing that was done to Sam, Jack and Teal'c to make them think I was dead.  You know about the sound waves generated by the plants on PJ2-445 that made us all sick and screwed with our emotions.  Yet, apparently, it never occurred to you that what was wrong with me might be caused by something alien."

"My research into side effects caused by Stargate travel was a far more plausible answer," MacKenzie insisted.

"Really.  Or could it be that it was the most plausible answer only because it was your theory?"

MacKenzie's frown deepened.  "What exactly are you implying?"

"I just have to wonder if you allowed your own bias to affect your judgment."

MacKenzie adopted an affronted expression.  "I am a professional, Doctor Jackson.  I do not allow personal bias and emotions affect my job in any way."

"Oh, I have no trouble believing that in regards to your emotions, Doctor," Daniel said coldly.  He had serious doubts about the man's capacity to feel much of anything, certainly not compassion or remorse.  "Now, as I said before, I am very busy, so I would appreciate it if you would leave," he said.

"We still have more to discuss, Doctor Jackson."

"No, we don't."


"MacKenzie, as much pleasure as it would give me to call someone in here and have them bodily throw you out, that's not my style.  However, it is Colonel O'Neill's style, and since he's standing right outside my door, just waiting for the chance to toss you on your ear, I'd suggest that you leave."

MacKenzie turned toward the open doorway.  A second later, Jack appeared.

"Taking lessons from the Amazing Kreskin, Daniel?" Jack asked, referring to the world famous mentalist.

"No, Jack.  You just put on a bit too much aftershave this morning."

The colonel had the good grace to look embarrassed.  His expression then hardened as he looked at the psychiatrist.  "Daniel's right.  I would just love to see you thrown out on your ass, but I wouldn't have someone else do it.  I'd want that pleasure for myself."

MacKenzie stood.  "Very well.  But I will not clear you for duty until I am satisfied that you are psychologically fit, Doctor Jackson."

"Complain all you want, MacKenzie," Jack told him.  "You have no say in the matter."

"I am the program's head of psychiatry, Colonel."

"Who made a colossal error in diagnosis and judgment.  It's up to Doctor Fraiser to decide when Daniel's fit for duty, not you.  If you don't like it, take it up with her and Hammond."

Choosing not to say any more, the psychiatrist left.

Jack focused his attention on Daniel.  "You okay?"


Jack sat in the chair MacKenzie had vacated.  "So, I'm assuming that he wanted to psychoanalyze you."

Daniel settled in his chair.  "Yep.  He wanted to know how I was feeling about everything and everyone."

"What did you tell him?"

"That it's none of his business."

"Good for you.  The guy's a quack.  He should have his license revoked."  Not wanting to talk about the psychiatrist anymore, Jack changed the subject.  "So, what did Fraiser have to say?  She examined you today, didn't she?"

The archeologist nodded.  "She said that I can probably return to full active duty tomorrow."

"Hey, that's great.  See?  I told you that you'd beat her estimate.  So, I can tell Hammond to put SG-1 back on the roster for missions?"

Daniel paused only for an instant.  "Yes."

"Good.  I was getting kind of stir crazy around here."

"No.  Really?" Daniel said with mild sarcasm.  "I'd never have guessed."  The colonel had been getting progressively more antsy as the days went by, driving Daniel, Sam and Teal'c all nuts with his repeated visits to them.

Jack's good humor faded.  "You sure you're all right, Daniel?"

"I'm fine, Jack," the archeologist answered quickly, perhaps just a bit too quickly.

Jack studied his friend closely.  The days that had passed since Daniel told them he was giving them a second chance hadn't exactly been smooth sailing for any of them.  Though always independent, Daniel had been even more so lately, refusing any help from his teammates – or anyone else, for that matter – during his recovery.  They knew that he had suffered some bouts of frustration over his physical condition, but he refused to talk about it.  In fact, he didn't want to talk any more about the entire situation.  Jack knew that his friend was trying to bury his emotions in whatever hidden place it was that he kept his sorrow over Sha're most of the time, but the colonel had to wonder if that was a good idea.  Could Daniel ever really get past his feelings about what happened if he just hid them away?  Jack snorted silently.  Who was he to talk?  He was often guilty of doing the same thing.

Jack, Sam and Teal'c all knew that Daniel was far from regaining his complete trust in them, that it would be quite a while before the hurt suffered at their hands totally faded away.  Yet the fact that Daniel was willing to forgive them and move on was something for which they were all very grateful.  Many others in his shoes would not have been able to grant that forgiveness.  But forgiving and forgetting were not the same thing, as Jack knew from personal experience.  Though Daniel may completely forgive them someday, it was unlikely that he'd ever be able to totally forget their failure as his friends.  Jack wished that Daniel would open up to him.  A deep twinge of sorrow pierced through the older man.  After what happened, would Daniel ever open up to him again?

Pushing aside that depressing thought, Jack said, "I'm heading home, and I was wondering if you would like to come over.  We could get some takeout, watch a game."

"I'd like to, but I'm afraid that I've got a lot of work to do tonight.  SG-3 brought back some artifacts with writing that I need to translate, and I'm still playing catch-up with the things that piled up while I was . . . incapacitated."

Jack made no comment on Daniel's choice of word for describing his time in Mental Health and the subsequent days of struggling to overcome what MacKenzie's drugs did to him.

"Okay.  Maybe another time, then," he said.  He then thought of something.  "Wait a minute.  There is no way that you haven't already worked eight hours today.  You're supposed to be taking it easy."

"Ah, well, now that I have a clean bill of health, that no longer applies."

Jack considered protesting, but didn't bother.  What was the use?  Daniel would simply ignore him and go right on working till all hours of the night.  That's the way Daniel was, and no amount of bullying or cajoling would change it.

"Just don't overwork yourself right back into the infirmary," he cautioned his friend.  "I'd imagine that you're sick of the sight of that place."

A haunted looked flitted over Daniel's face, then was gone.  "That's for sure," he said, the lightness of his tone sounding rather forced.

Tempted yet again to say something, Jack left the office instead.  Daniel watched him go with relief.  He knew that Jack wanted him to open up, but that was something Daniel couldn't do.  Since his parents' death, he'd gotten into the habit of keeping most of his deepest emotions to himself.  During his year with Sha're, he had learned to open up more.  With his teammates, he had also come to feel safe revealing some of his feelings.  But now . . . now, he just couldn't.  He was closing himself off again from everyone.  Maybe, in time, he'd be able to talk with them again, but not now.

One of the things Daniel would not tell them or anyone else was that he was still occasionally having the nightmares regarding his bout of artificially-induced insanity and his time in Mental Health.  They were rare now, and Daniel knew that they'd go away completely in time, but they were still playing havoc with his nerves and sometimes had him awakening in the middle of the night with tears on his face.

With an effort, Daniel returned his attention to the artifact he had been translating.  He stared at it for a moment, then set it aside and turned to his computer, deciding that there was something more important that he needed to do.

Late the next morning, Daniel got a call from General Hammond, asking him to come to the SGC commander's office.  When he got there, Janet was there as well.

"Oh, let me guess," Daniel said.  "This is about MacKenzie and my refusal to answer all his questions."

"Doctor MacKenzie is concerned that you harbor feelings that may affect your ability to function on missions," the general admitted.

"MacKenzie just wants to study the results of his handiwork."

Surprised at the bitterness in his tone, both Hammond and Janet stared at the archeologist.

Seeing the look, Daniel said, "General, MacKenzie may think that he has reason for his concerns, but I am fit for duty.  I won't let my emotions get in the way."

"Sit down, Doctor Jackson," the general said gently.  He waited for the archeologist to get settled, then he continued.  "What you went through is something I wouldn't wish on any man, and I can fully understand why it's going to take you a while to get past your feelings about it.  If I was in your place, I know that I'd have a hard time getting over it.  We're just concerned about you."

"I appreciate that, General."  Daniel's back straightened.  "But I need to tell you that I will not submit to any kind of exam, session or therapy with Doctor MacKenzie.  To be honest, I never want to see that man's face again."

"We have no intention of making you do that, Son," General Hammond told him.

Daniel stared at him in surprise.  "Y-you don't?"

"No.  We could hardly expect you to be willing to open up to Doctor MacKenzie after the part he played in your commitment to Mental Health.  The fact is that the good doctor's got a rude awakening in store for him."

"He does?"

"Yes.  That was one of the things that I called you in here about.  I've scheduled a meeting with Doctor MacKenzie for 1400 hours this afternoon, and I'd like you and your teammates to be there."

Wondering what was going to happen at the meeting, Daniel said he'd be there.

"Now, about your return to full active duty.  Doctor Fraiser says that you are completely back to normal physically.  Her professional opinion is that you are ready to go on missions again, though she specified that they should be easy ones to begin with to give you and the rest of SG-1 the chance to . . . get back into the flow of things."

In other words, for them to become comfortable with each other again and smooth out any rough patches.  Daniel had to admit that he was grateful for Janet's wisdom.  She was aware that he still had some emotional issues to work out, both with his team and with her.  Insisting on easy missions where there was no chance of things getting dangerous was a good idea.  There was still a lot of healing to do.

Two o'clock came quickly.  When Daniel arrived in the briefing room, he found that his teammates were already there.

"Do you know what this is all about?" Jack asked him.

"No, not really, although General Hammond said it has something to do with Doctor MacKenzie."

"MacKenzie?  Hey, maybe the idiot's about to get sacked, and we're going to get the pleasure of watching."

Any reply to that was halted by the arrival of Janet.  A moment after that, MacKenzie arrived.  When he came into the room, he was treated to an angry glare by Sam, Jack and Teal'c.  Daniel just stared at him narrowly.

The archeologist's stare came to an end when Hammond came in.  The general sat down and looked at everyone.

"I should imagine that you're all wondering why I called this meeting."

"The question had crossed our minds, sir," Jack admitted.

The general pulled out a thick stack of papers from a file folder.  "In part, it has to do with these."  He turned to MacKenzie.  "Doctor MacKenzie, these are all letters from the personnel on this base respectfully refusing to submit to any more psychological evaluations performed by you and asking that another psychiatrist be put in your place.  Putting it bluntly, they say that they wouldn't trust you to treat the common cold, let alone be trusted with their mental health."

The psychiatrist flushed.  "General, the people on this base have no training in psychology.  They don't have the knowledge and experience to understand that, though my diagnosis of Doctor Jackson may have turned out to be partially inaccurate, the evidence behind my diagnosis was perfectly valid."

"Partially inaccurate?" Jack repeated.  "You thought the Stargate had made him schizophrenic!"

"I may have been incorrect about the causal factor of the schizophrenia, but the diagnosis itself was correct."

"Excuse me, Doctor, but that's not true," Janet said.  "Ma'chello's device caused Daniel's dopamine levels to elevate unnaturally and resulted in schizophrenia-like symptoms, but he never had that disease.  The fact that his symptoms went away the moment Ma'chello's Goa'uld killer was removed proves that."

MacKenzie opened his mouth to say something, but Hammond didn't give him the chance.  "The point is, Doctor, that roughly two-thirds of the people on this base no longer trust you to have anything to do with their mental well-being."

"Sir, if you'll give me a minute, I'll add a letter to that pile," Jack told his C.O.

"Me too," Sam said.

"As will I," intoned Teal'c.

"Mine's already there," Daniel stated quietly, which earned him a smile from Jack and Sam and a frown from MacKenzie.

"General Hammond, I object to this," the psychiatrist said.

Hammond stared at him.  "Object all you want, Doctor.  I have a responsibility to the people on this base, and that responsibility includes dealing with problems that affect morale.  They have all lost confidence in your skills, and for me to force them to submit to any more evaluations, interviews or treatment from you would be a violation of my duty to them.  Therefore, I am recommending to my superiors that another psychiatrist be put in charge of handling those duties.  Because of your knowledge and experience, you will keep your job at the Air Force Academy Hospital and will remain a part of the Stargate Program, but you will no longer have direct contact with the personnel on this base unless some special circumstance makes it necessary or advisable for your personal involvement."

Outraged, MacKensie said, "You cannot just strip me of my position here without any kind of formal proceedings, General."

"On the contrary, Doctor, as the commander of this base it is within my power to remove any individual I believe to be detrimental to the morale of the rest of the personnel.  I did talk to my superiors, but it was about something else, namely, your research into Stargate-induced side effects.  They agreed with me that, from this moment on, any theories or results from that research will be examined by Doctor Fraiser and a team of qualified experts.  In addition, any such research will be conducted with another psychiatrist.  Let me make it clear that this person will not be your subordinate, and if, at any time, they feel that you are taking shortcuts or making assumptions that you should not, they will report it to Doctor Fraiser and those experts I told you about.  What happened to Doctor Jackson has made it clear that a lot more care must be given before we jump to conclusions about the cause of some physical or psychological problem among the people who go through the Stargate."  Hammond's face darkened with anger.  "I will be damned before I let another person under my command suffer through what he did."

The general's final sentence was met with dead silence.  Though it was obvious that MacKenzie wanted to object to everything, he was apparently smart enough to realize that saying anything more right now would be foolhardy, not to mention a waste of breath.

Hammond dismissed everyone.  Not surprisingly, MacKenzie left in rather a hurry, his body language making it evident that he was not a happy camper.  Daniel followed the man out.

"MacKenzie!" he called when they reached the hallway leading to the elevator.  The psychiatrist stopped and turned to him.  Daniel walked up to the man.

"We have something to discuss," he said.  "Please meet me in my office in ten minutes."

"Doctor Jackson, I have things to attend to," MacKenzie said.  "Whatever you have to discuss with me will have to wait."

"Oh, I don't think so, Doctor.  This is something that we need to talk about right away.  And trust me when I say that it's also something you're not going to want to have discussed in public."

MacKenzie stared at him, an unpleasant expression on his face.  "Very well.  Ten minutes."

Daniel watched the man leave.

"So, what was that all about?"

The archeologist turned to see his teammates standing a few feet away.  Jack was the one who had asked the question.

"Something between me and MacKenzie, Jack.  Don't concern yourself about it."

"Well, I'm concerned all the same, though I have to say that it was sweet seeing that pompous ass being taken down a few pegs.  As far as I'm concerned, they should have fired him."

"He has a lot of expertise that we wouldn't want to lose, Jack."

"Daniel, you can't tell me that you forgive that man for what he did," Sam said in disbelief.

"No, I can't say that I forgive him, and, as I said in my letter to the general, I'll never willingly submit to any evaluations or treatment from him ever again, but he did do one thing right.  Because of that, I'm not willing to condemn him."

"What's that?" Jack asked.

"I'll talk to you later.  I need to go see MacKenzie now."  Daniel's gaze focused on the colonel.  "And you are not under any circumstances to eavesdrop on our conversation, Jack."

"Daniel."  Jack's voice had that tone in it that the archeologist knew so well.

Daniel just stared at him, his eyes piercing through the older man.  Finally, Jack let out an explosive sigh.

"All right!  I won't eavesdrop.  You have my word."

Daniel gave a short nod and walked away.  He got on the elevator and pressed the button for the eighteenth floor.

The moment the elevator doors closed, Jack turned to Sam.  "Carter—"

"No, sir," Sam quickly interrupted.

Jack eyebrows lowered.  "'No, sir', what?  How do you know what I was going to say?"

"You were going to tell me to spy on Daniel and MacKenzie."

"Daniel didn't make you promise not to."

"No, sir, but I'm not willing to betray his trust like that.  Haven't we already done that too much?"

The major's words shamed Jack.  He gave another sigh, this one much softer.  "Yes, we have.  I'm just worried about him, Carter.  We all know that he's not fully recovered emotionally from what happened.  How could he be?  And I also don't trust MacKenzie."

"Do you believe that Doctor MacKenzie may seek to harm, Daniel Jackson?" Teal'c asked, a dangerous note in his voice.

"Not physically, but he might try to mess with Daniel's head."

"I think that Daniel will be all right, sir.  He can handle MacKenzie," Sam responded.

"I hope you're right, Carter."

The psychiatrist was already in Daniel's office when he arrived.  The gaze of the two men met as Daniel shut the door.

"All right, Doctor Jackson, what is this about?" the older man asked.

Daniel walked over to one of the bookcases and leaned his back against it, crossing his arms over his chest.  "Let me ask you a question, Doctor.  Does the name Nicholas Ballard mean anything to you?"  MacKenzie's reaction to the name gave the archeologist his answer.  "I see that it does.  In that case, let me ask you something else, sort of a hypothetical question.  Let's say that you had a patient who was exhibiting symptoms of paranoid delusions and hallucinations coupled with elevated dopamine levels.  While digging into that patient's family medical history, you learned that his maternal grandfather had made insane claims that an artifact he found teleported him to a place where he encountered giant aliens.  This grandfather, after years of being unable to prove his claims, then suffered a severe mental breakdown and has for the past twenty years been in a psychiatric facility, where he has occasionally experienced hallucinations and heard voices.  How would that information affect your diagnosis, Doctor?"

"Doctor Jackson, your grandfather was not diagnosed with schizophrenia."

"I am well aware of that.  I also know that he checked himself into that facility.  The point is that a close member of my family suffered from delusions and hallucinations, and, according to what I've learned from some research I conducted, that would have been a factor in determining what was wrong with me.  Yet you failed to mention anything about it to Doctor Fraiser or anyone else.  Why is that, Doctor?  Why did you choose to hide what you had learned about Nick?  Is it because you didn't want your theory of Stargate-induced schizophrenia put into question?"

MacKenzie's mouth opened to say something, but the hard, unwavering gaze of the archeologist halted his words.  Finally, he did speak, his voice somewhat subdued.  "I believed that there was no connection between what happened to your grandfather and what was happening to you.  I believed that my theory was correct."

Daniel's head nodded slightly.  "I know."  Daniel took a step forward, his arms falling to his sides.  "As it turned out, you were right about my grandfather, but you and I both know that doesn't excuse your actions.  You screwed up, MacKenzie.  You let your desire to prove your theory corrupt your integrity and blind you to other possibilities.  If it wasn't for one thing, I'd report what you did to the general and let him take action against you."

"What thing is that?"

"When I asked you to call the base to check on Teal'c, you did.  And when you found out that Teal'c was sick, just as I had said, you asked Jack to come to Mental Health.  You chose not to ignore me and did the right thing, and, in doing so, you saved Teal'c's life.  That shows me that you haven't completely lost your integrity.  It's still there somewhere."

MacKenzie stared at him for a long, silent moment.  "So, what now?"

"Now, we come to an agreement.  I will not tell anyone about your deliberate failure to reveal the information about my grandfather, and, in return, you will not cause any trouble or make any objections to General Hammond's decisions regarding your future participation in the Stargate Program or your research.  Furthermore, if anything like this ever happens again to anyone here at the SGC, you will make sure that any diagnosis you come up with is based upon hard evidence, not theories."

"That sounds an awful lot like blackmail, Doctor Jackson."

"Look at it any way you want to, MacKenzie.  This is the way I see it.  First, you made a mistake that could have resulted in me being committed to a psychiatric hospital for the rest of my life.  Second, you willfully and wrongfully chose not to disclose important information about my family history.  Those things cannot be forgotten.  However, in the end, you did the right thing by contacting the SGC at my request even though you had no real reason to believe what I was saying.  You also have knowledge, training and experience that might help someone in the program someday, as it helped me a couple of years ago when you got past the false memories that Nem implanted in Jack, Sam and Teal'c.  Therefore, I'm willing to give you another chance to do things right and not let your ambition get in the way of doing your job.  But if you ever do something like this again, I will reveal what I know.  Count on it."

There was a long pause, then, "All right, I accept your terms."  The psychiatrist headed for the door.  He paused with his hand on the knob.  "You may not be willing to believe this, Doctor Jackson, but I did have the welfare of the Stargate Program in mind when I diagnosed you."

"That may be so, MacKenzie, but I think that you also had your own self-interests in mind."

Saying nothing further, MacKenzie left the office.  As he rounded the corner, he nearly collided with a wall of muscle going by the name of Teal'c.

"Doctor MacKenzie, I have heard the things Daniel Jackson revealed.  Daniel Jackson is my friend, and you caused great harm to him.  If we were on Chulak, I would not hesitate to kill you."  Teal'c glared at the psychiatrist like a bug he wished to crush.  "I tell you this.  If your actions ever again bring harm to him or another of my friends, I will not fail to take revenge upon you."

MacKenzie stared at Teal'c, paling slightly when he saw the truth of that statement in the Jaffa's eyes.  He took a step back from the dark-skinned man and made a hasty retreat.


The Jaffa turned to see Daniel standing just outside his office door.  "Daniel Jackson.  I did not intend for you to witness that."

"Yeah, I kind of figured that.  So, you heard my conversation with MacKenzie?"

"I did."

"Did Jack tell you to come here?"

"He did not.  O'Neill expressed concern for you, and I chose to be here in case you needed my assistance."

"Assistance in scaring the pants off MacKenzie?"

"Doctor MacKenzie was still fully clothed when he left."

A smile crept across the archeologist's face.  It didn't last long, however.  "Teal'c, I appreciate your concern, and I appreciate what you told MacKenzie, but I need to ask you not to tell anyone what you heard."

"You do not wish for anyone to know of the agreement you made with Doctor MacKenzie?"

"If some people found out about what he did, they'd try to get him fired, maybe even brought up on charges."

"And you do not wish that to happen?"

"No.  MacKenzie screwed up, but, like I told him, he did do the right thing in the end, and I'm willing to give him another chance.  He's already being punished by having his role in the Stargate Program downgraded.  That will be a black mark on his record.  As long as he learns his lesson and doesn't do anything like this again, that will be punishment enough."

"And if he does such a thing again?"

"Then I'll tell Hammond what he did."

Teal'c inclined his head.  "I believe you have made a wise decision, Daniel Jackson."

"I hope so."  Daniel met the Jaffa's eyes.  "Um, I'd also appreciate it if you didn't say anything about my grandfather to anyone.  He and I are. . . .  Well, let's just say that we don't get along.  I'd really rather not have to explain everything to Jack and Sam, so it would be best if they don't know about him.  Okay?"

"Very well.  I will not speak of these things to anyone.  I give you my word."

"Thanks."  Daniel started to turn away, then stopped.  He met the Jaffa's eyes.  "It's good to have you as a friend, Teal'c."

The tiniest of smiles curved the Jaffa's lips.  "Likewise, Daniel Jackson."

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