…The Mind is a Tricky Thing…
Angry hazel green eyes narrowed as he took his time to look at all three to gauge their truthfulness. He did not sense any deception in these strangers. “I will let him down,” he intoned, “But first..." he looked at the woman, "Disarm the sidearm, the auto, the knife at your belt and the knife in your boot."
Sam looked at him a long moment before she complied and tossed the weapons his way.
He looked over at the large man, "And you, big fella, get rid of the whatever that is and your side arm. And that funky thing on the left."
Teal'c easily gave up the pistol and zat but set his staff weapon on the ground reluctantly.
"With the first sign of deception or foul play, I will seek retribution. Of that you can be sure.” Daniel said as he walked over to a lowered bough and lifted it into the air. As he lifted it, the counter balance, which was Jack, lowered far enough that Sam and Teal’c were able to grab onto him. Daniel commanded, "Woman, remove his weapons, whatever that is at his belt, the sidearm, the auto, all of his knives, and the spare."
Jack looked at Daniel wide-eyed as he wondered to himself, 'How could he possibly know that I am armed and where if he is not Daniel Jackson?'
“Hold tight, yanks, I’ll untie him,” he said after Sam removed Jack's weapons and tossed those onto the pile with the others. Daniel ducked down to sling the automatic weapons across his shoulders, shoved one pistol into the waistband in front of his pants and the other in the holster where he had retrieved his side arm earlier. He then confiscated the knives into various pockets in his BDU pants and he looked curiously at the strange devices that he recognized when he had disregarded one just like it earlier, he found a spot one of them in a strap on his belt and stuffed the other one into the inside of his jacket. Daniel then retrieved Jack’s fallen blade and looped it in another strap he was wearing. Then, he rose as he grabbed up the staff with the strange bulbous ends and twirled it once in a move taught to him long ago, then lowered it in a carrying position any warrior comfortable with a javelin would know.
He eyed the black man and the blond woman wearily, suspiciously.
Sam could tell he was still in fight or flight mode, she knew any wrong move would be considered a threat. ‘What is going on?’ she thought to herself as she looked at him and into his blue eyes, ‘Why is Daniel acting like he doesn’t know us? Why does he have hazel eyes instead of blue?’ She gave him a calm, serene expression to hopefully gain some trust as she helped the Colonel. She watched Daniel as he then moved to a knot that she had not noticed on the rope, gave one tug and the rope uncoiled and fell to the forest floor. Then she watched in surprise as Daniel swiftly, expertly coiled the rope in a butterfly coil and slipped it over his shoulders and tied the ends around his waist.
As soon as Jack’s bonds were removed, Daniel quickly moved away from them to a far enough distance he considered safe.
Jack turned towards his friend and saw a stranger staring out of hazel eyes, “Oh, for cryin’ out loud, Daniel, what are you doing?”
“You have the advantage here, mate,” he said as he eyed the three of them mistrustfully, “I don’t know any of you.”
“Jack O’Neill, Sam Carter, and Teal’c,” Jack said as he pointed to the other members of his team then pointed to Daniel, “and you’re Daniel Jackson.”
“Sorry,” he said with a smirk, “I don’t know a Jackson. I’m Daniel Geiger, a researcher for the Museum of Art and Antiquities in London. The last thing I remember…” suddenly, he gasped as a flashback overtook his mind.
25 March 1984, Paris
The bridge at Nezy-sur-Seine. He was shot once in the chest, once in the back and once in the back of the head, but surprisingly he did not die from those wounds, he remembered drowning. He remembered the small piece of quartz gripped in his hand; it was from the Methuselah Stone. What was Methos going to do with the Methuselah Stone? Was it something to do with Alexa?
...Back to Reality...
He snapped out of his reverie as he noticed the three strangers making slow movements forward. Daniel aimed his pistol and shot at the ground in front of the gray haired man’s feet.
“I do not wish to hurt any of you, but if you persist, I will be forced into action,” he eyed all three suspiciously, “Start talking.”
Jack put his hands up in surrender and took a deep breath. “You and I have known each other for almost nine years now. We met when you came onto the Stargate Program. I labeled you a geek when you correctly translated the cover stones within five minutes of looking at them. You weaseled your way onto the first mission and my team. After the uprising and defeat of Ra, you remained on Abydos with your wife Shau’re.”
The man standing in front of them shook his head, “For the last three years I worked as a researcher for the Museum of Art and Antiquities in London, England. I was on assignment at La Louvre in Paris, France. Before that, I worked for the Library at Cambridge as an Historian. Before that, I was in school at Manchester and Oxford. I don’t know anything about a stargate program. Much less what a stargate is. And I’m definitely not married,” that last was said with a little half smile.
“You spent a year on Abydos,” Sam said, “When the Goa’uld came to Earth that’s when we went to get you.”
“Abydos is a ghost town in Egypt, I don’t know what the hell you’re talking about but I haven’t been to Egypt in a very, very long time. Don’t have plans to go back any time soon, thank you very much,” this was said in disgust. Daniel hated sand and hot weather.
“Abydos is a planet just past and slightly to the right of your constellation Orion, Daniel Jackson,” Teal’c told the other man.
“I think you yanks have me confused with someone else,” he sighed heavily as he shook his head and passed a hand across his face in a decidedly non-Daniel move and removed the unneeded glasses and shoved them into a pocket of the military jacket he wore. He did not want to believe that he had lost years of his life, but these strangers made it sound as though he had.
“You are Daniel Jackson,” Teal’c said with a rare expression of concern clouding his features. “We have fought together in battle many times. You are a great warrior of the Tau’ri.”
Daniel looked at the large black man and determined he was telling the truth by looking at his body language. “Then why don’t I remember it?!” he yelled at them.
“When you fell?!” Sam exclaimed excitedly, "Blunt trauma!" Their attentions turned to her, "It must have affected your memory. You must have some form of amnesia."
‘Again?’ Jack was confused as he looked between Sam and Daniel, “But how would he think he’s someone else?” Jack wondered aloud as he looked at his friend discerningly. “Come with us, let’s show you the site of the accident,” he gave the other man the same 'come with me' gesture that Yasuf had given them the first time they had met him.
Daniel looked at the gray haired man for a long moment since the gesture had seemed so familiar. "Oh, you first, most certainly," Daniel said as he pointed the gun in that direction.