Fragments, by Nomad (PG-13)
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stargateficrecShow: SG-1
Rec Category: Drama
Characters: Jack O'Neill, Samantha Carter, Rodeny McKay, Janet Frasier, General Hammond
Categories: gen, angst, horror, mystery, Jack and Daniel friendship
Warnings: suicidal themes
Author's Journal:nomadicwriter
Author's Website: Nomad at AO3
Link: Fragments
Why This Must Be Read: When a post-Abyss Jack wakes up in the infirmary with no memory of what put him there, he has to deal with unsettling claims of his past actions, the NID breathing down his neck, the Asgard's demands for his presence, a guilt-ridden Sam, a mysteriously absent Teal'c, and an infuriatingly enigmatic Ascended!Daniel. With the grudging help of an abrasive McKay, can he figure out what's really going on?
This is a long, absorbing mystery, told tightly within a very confused Jack's POV, that will keep you guessing throughout all its twisty turns.
He'd learned how to fake shrinks out the hard way in the fragile months post-Iraq: what responses they were looking for, and how long to take building up to them to avoid undue suspicion. The very worst thing you could do was to walk in looking like the picture of mental health. Even if it was God's honest truth, they'd tear you apart looking for what they thought you were hiding. So you had to invent a couple of fake but plausible issues for them to ferret out and resolve. With the lady shrink Hammond had set him up with he'd 'reluctantly' confessed to being nervous inside elevators, and she'd eaten it up.
Elevators he was fine with. The ones on base weren't small enough to be as claustrophobic as the sarcophagus, and it was actually pretty soothing to feel that tangible tug of gravity pulling downward. It was when he was out under open sky that he found himself looking for things to hold onto just in case the gravity flipped. But he'd get over that without outside assistance. He always did.
Jack should have been playing Andrews like a whistle. But that footage had gotten him rattled, and he fell back on his survival instincts. Answer nothing. Admit nothing. Piss 'em off till they give up and just bludgeon you unconscious.
Unfortunately, that last one didn't work so well on shrinks.
Andrews finally rested his forehead in his palm with a faint sigh. "Colonel, this is not an interrogation," he said wearily. "I'm trying to help you. If you're not prepared to work with me, there's no way I can in good conscience allow you to return to active duty."
Jack kept his face impassive. There was no point playing the psychiatrist's games. The existence of that faked up footage was proof enough that there was somebody pulling the strings. Whether Andrews was in on it or merely a dupe, jumping through his hoops wasn't going to get Jack any closer to a clean bill of health.
Someone was determined to not just get him out of the way, but ruin him professionally. This wasn't just politics - it was personal.
It had to be Kinsey.
Rec Category: Drama
Characters: Jack O'Neill, Samantha Carter, Rodeny McKay, Janet Frasier, General Hammond
Categories: gen, angst, horror, mystery, Jack and Daniel friendship
Warnings: suicidal themes
Author's Journal:
nomadicwriterAuthor's Website: Nomad at AO3
Link: Fragments
Why This Must Be Read: When a post-Abyss Jack wakes up in the infirmary with no memory of what put him there, he has to deal with unsettling claims of his past actions, the NID breathing down his neck, the Asgard's demands for his presence, a guilt-ridden Sam, a mysteriously absent Teal'c, and an infuriatingly enigmatic Ascended!Daniel. With the grudging help of an abrasive McKay, can he figure out what's really going on?
This is a long, absorbing mystery, told tightly within a very confused Jack's POV, that will keep you guessing throughout all its twisty turns.
He'd learned how to fake shrinks out the hard way in the fragile months post-Iraq: what responses they were looking for, and how long to take building up to them to avoid undue suspicion. The very worst thing you could do was to walk in looking like the picture of mental health. Even if it was God's honest truth, they'd tear you apart looking for what they thought you were hiding. So you had to invent a couple of fake but plausible issues for them to ferret out and resolve. With the lady shrink Hammond had set him up with he'd 'reluctantly' confessed to being nervous inside elevators, and she'd eaten it up.
Elevators he was fine with. The ones on base weren't small enough to be as claustrophobic as the sarcophagus, and it was actually pretty soothing to feel that tangible tug of gravity pulling downward. It was when he was out under open sky that he found himself looking for things to hold onto just in case the gravity flipped. But he'd get over that without outside assistance. He always did.
Jack should have been playing Andrews like a whistle. But that footage had gotten him rattled, and he fell back on his survival instincts. Answer nothing. Admit nothing. Piss 'em off till they give up and just bludgeon you unconscious.
Unfortunately, that last one didn't work so well on shrinks.
Andrews finally rested his forehead in his palm with a faint sigh. "Colonel, this is not an interrogation," he said wearily. "I'm trying to help you. If you're not prepared to work with me, there's no way I can in good conscience allow you to return to active duty."
Jack kept his face impassive. There was no point playing the psychiatrist's games. The existence of that faked up footage was proof enough that there was somebody pulling the strings. Whether Andrews was in on it or merely a dupe, jumping through his hoops wasn't going to get Jack any closer to a clean bill of health.
Someone was determined to not just get him out of the way, but ruin him professionally. This wasn't just politics - it was personal.
It had to be Kinsey.
