He Never Knew What Was Missing
By Vivian Caidin
Crossover/Alternative Universe: Highlander (up to Methuselah’s Gift). Stargate/ Stargate SG1 (Pre movie).
Summary: A Watcher is missing.
Disclaimer: Highlander is Davis/Panzer’s. Stargate is MGM and Gekko’s. I am not profiting from any of this, I am just playing in their part of the universe for the time being.
WATCHER FILE: Daniel Geiger
CURRENT: Location Unknown – under inquiry
REPORTING: Western Europe
ORIGIN: Manchester, England
MENTOR: Jackie Beavens
EDUCATION: University of Manchester
SKILLS: Philosophy degree; Captained champion university rugby team
LANGUAGES: English, French, Latin
May 1984 From the Records of the Tribunal
We will continue to search for Daniel Geiger; it is regrettable to lose a valuable researcher and historian. Daniel we will miss you.
30 March 1984 From the Records of the Tribunal
The following Emergency Bulletin is to be entered into the Record of Daniel Geiger:*** All Points Bulletin ***
APB: All ASSIGNED, UNASSIGNED, MOBILE and FREELANCE FIELD OPERATIVES in Western Europe (including all specialists) are to be on the look out for Daniel Geiger, WM, approx. age late 20’s to early 30’s, 6 foot in height, average build, dirty blond hair, hazel eyes, last seen wearing black slacks, long sleeve blue button up last known whereabouts Nezy-sur-Seine bridge.*** All Points Bulletin ***
25 March 1984 From the Records of the Tribunal
The investigation into the disappearance of the Western Europe Historian on the bridge at Nezy-sur-Seine is puzzling. Local authorities at Poissy have not found the body of Watcher Daniel Geiger. Three unidentified men were found shot to death that same day. Geiger was reportedly shot once in the chest and once in the back of the head, then fell into the water. Without a body, cause of death is unable to be established.
Geiger had been relieved of Field duty (Amanda) by Stern and was being transferred to Research.
The Tribunal has assigned the top investigators and forensic experts on the case, but many questions remain that may never be answered.
1984 Presumed Deceased – under inquiry
1980-1983 Watcher: Amanda~~~~~~April 1984
Pain, was the only thing he registered in his mind as his eyes closed. His body was so weak as he fell into the water that he was unable to fight the current. The weakness and exhaustion that came over his body would not let him remain at the surface no matter how hard he fought. His right hand clinched around a sword of all things in a white knuckled grip. He brought his left hand up to investigate the pain at the back of his skull and his hand came away with fresh blood. He tried to kick to the surface of the water but his body was too weak. Instead of rising, he felt the inevitable lack of oxygen and lost consciousness.~~~~~~
Nicholas Ballard, respected Ph.D. in archaeology had been looking for his grandson Dr. Daniel Jackson for a year now. It had been rumored that he was last seen in Egypt, but Nicholas knew his nephew and did not think he would stay there overlong. He wanted to share his greatest discovery, the crystal skull in Belize with the young archaeologist. It had teleported him to see these giant aliens in 1971 and the other members of the family had tried to keep him away from the boy. Why would they not want me to share this marvel of science with my own grandson? he wondered silently to himself. He knew his mind was a little addled, but that should be no reason not to let him see the boy.
The archaeologist had been at the University of Rouen-Upper Normandy in France, for a week now. He was lecturing at a seminar on Crystal Skulls and his theory that they had a higher meaning.
Today, he had no lectures scheduled, so he decided to take a walk along the River Seine.
He had purchased a gyro from a street-side vendor, sat on a bench near a scenic view of the river and ate the vegetable and lamb filled flat bread. Once he had his fill, Nicholas threw his leavings in a waste bin and continued his walk along the river’s edge.
Suddenly, he noticed a body at the water's edge and ran to pull whoever it was out of the water.
Even though he had not seen his grandson since he was sixteen years old, when he had graduated from Columbia University, the old man recognized Daniel Jackson the moment he gazed into the young man’s unconscious face. He ignored the fact that the boy was covered in blood, and that the boy had a sword clenched in his right hand.
Even though he did not know how long the boy had been in the river, the old man relied on his CPR training. Nicholas Ballard kicked into overdrive to save the boy. He was positive it was his grandson as he blew air into the boy’s starved lungs. He then moved to give chest compressions.
After a few seconds, the boy regurgitated the muck and brine of the Seine and took in a large gulp of air that forced him to rise into a seated position.
“Daniel,” Nick exclaimed, he pounded on the boy’s back as he coughed violently.
As the coughing fit subsided, the young man looked at the older man with an obvious question on his face.
“Who are you?” the revived man asked.
The seasoned archaeologist’s eyes widened in shock, “What do you mean, ‘Who are you’?!”
“I don’t recognize you,” the young man sounded defensive as he continued, “I’m even wondering who I am.”
“Well, I know you,” Nicholas almost growled with conviction, “You’re Dr. Daniel Jackson, archaeologist. And I’m Dr. Nicholas Ballard, also an archaeologist, and your grandfather.”
“My grandfather,” Daniel whispered in surprise. He did not know if what the old man said was true, but the name Daniel sounded right. “Are you sure I am who you claim I am?” he wondered aloud.
“I’m positive you’re my grandson; you have Claire’s eyes. I’m not crazy,” Nicholas growled as he gripped the boy’s arms with surprising strength. His voice softened as he said, “Here, let me help you up.”
Nicholas helped the younger man to his feet near the bank of the River Seine. “Rest, Daniel, and catch your breath,” he commanded as he assisted his grandson to a bench nearby and helped him to sit. He then pulled a water bottle from a pocket in his coat and offered it to the other man.
“Here, drink this, its just water.”
Daniel drained the water from the small bottle and handed it back to the older man. “I can’t believe how thirsty I was.” He sounded surprised.
“Yeah, with the fact that you’ve drunk most of the Seine, I can completely understand,” Nick joked with a small smile.
Daniel scoffed in a cross between a laugh and a snort and eyed the older man. “That’s pretty bad,” he said.
“See, you’re Daniel,” Nicholas nodded as he folded his arms across his chest. “You’re the only one who’ll laugh at my bad jokes.”
“Yeah, it was pretty bad,” Daniel agreed with a roll of his eyes.
“Can you stand, son?” Nicholas asked as he offered his hand.
Nick gripped Daniel's wrists as he helped his grandson stand.
As he stood on the bank of the river, Daniel looked curiously at the sword in his right hand. He then looked at his other hand, clinched in a tight fist. Relaxing his hand he opened it and revealed a small quartz crystal and stared at it for a long time in curiosity.~~~~~~