dr_daniel_jackson | Getting Caught

Getting Caught

Daniel had left Colorado feeling both content and torn. He missed Methos and he knew the older man would laugh at him for being so sentimental. He carried the glock everywhere he went, keeping it well hidden on himself. Even in the museum he kept it in a shoulder holster for fear that his teammates or someone worse might come looking for him.

He'd been in New York for almost two weeks when he started packing up to get ready to leave for Egypt. He'd already sent several boxes ahead and they'd be at his home there by the time he arrived. He packed up the last of Methos' journals in a duffel bag and slung it over his shoulder as he headed out of the museum and headed for the hotel where he'd been staying. He wasn't paying a whole lot of attention to his surroundings and therefore didn't realize he was being followed. He entered the Plaza hotel and made for the elevator which took him to the tenth floor. Stepping out of the elevator, he headed three doors down to his suite and swiped the card to unlock the door. Inside, he set the bag to one side, closed the door behind him and headed further into the room. He had just turned towards the mini-bar when pain exploded in his head and he was out cold.

When he woke, it was dark in the room except for a couple of low lights that weren't clsoe to him. He tried to move and realized he was bound to the bed. What the hell...

"Hello?"

"You know, it's taken me a while to figure out where the hell you disappeared to," came a familiar voice. "I don't like having to track you down, Daniel. You know I'm not a patient man."

"Screw you, Jack," Daniel growled out angrily. "I don't work for you or your government anymore. Now let me go and get the hell out of here before I forget we every had a friendship and I just kill you myself."

"Why Daniel... I think you're angry. Look, just... tell me what I want to know and all of this can stop. You have my word..."

Daniel shook his head. He didn't believe that for a moment. He should have just gone straight to the airport. For a brief moment, he wondered where Methos might be... or what he might do if he found Daniel like this...

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"Concussion? That... oh. Okay." Daniel tried to push himself to his feet and almost immediately lost his balance. He put a hand to his head and it came away covered in blood. "That's not a good thing, is it?" he asked almost rhetorically. "And you have to grab the bag by the door," he pleaded quietly. "That's the bag that has your journals in it..."

Methos cursed, when he saw the blood, his hands quickly steadying Daniel. He started to drag him to the door.

"I'll grab the sodding bag, Daniel." he grumbled, grabbing said bag as he opened the door and first looked around to be sure that Jack was gone.

"You use some strange words, old man," Daniel said, his words slurred just a little as he let himself be led from the hotel room. They waited for the elevator which took them down to the lobby. Daniel didn't see Jack - thankfully - and continued to let Methos lead them to wherever they were headed.

"I'll be using a few more strange words later when you're conscious enough to understand them."

Meaning he was going to bitch him out.

"I know you aren't feeling great, but try to walk as naturally as possible. We need to avoid being noticed."

He led him across the street and into the apartment building, and up the stairs to his floor. He opened the door and ushered him in, setting him on the couch.

Daniel did as Methos had said, keeping his walk as normal as possible. Once they arrived at the older man's apartment, Daniel dropped down onto the couch, eyes closing almost immediately.

"Gods I'm tired," he whispered softly. "My head hurts too... too much to sleep... could really use something for that pain..."

"Well, don't try and go to sleep, Daniel. You need to stay awake, got me?" he muttered, quickly rifling around for his medical bag. Then he sat next to Daniel to expect his head. Then he pulled out a flashlight to check the dilation in his eyes.

Daniel flinched at being touch and whimpered at the light in his eyes, trying to pull away from that.

"Ow... what the hell... were you a doctor in another life or something?"

"Multiple lives." he smiled, "Lawyer, doctor, Indian chief, I've got paperwork to cover it all."

His eyes were focusing quite right, which was troubling. He started to clean off the wound on his head with some antiseptic, "This might sting a little."

Daniel hissed at the pain as Methos cleaned the wound on his head. He reached up and dragged his fingers down along the side of the elder's face.

"I keep seeing more than one of you," he said with a pained voice. "Think he hit me a little harder than he did last time. Don't think I was bleeding last time... but I don't remember."

Methos looked him over carefully. Then stood up to get him some water, and came back with a glass and some pain killers.

"Here take these." he said, "I'll have to give you some stitches for your head, Then I'm just going to keep you awake for a little bit, just to monitor you, and then you can sleep."

Daniel took the pills and downed them with the water before setting the glass down and looking at Methos again carefully.

"You're upset," he said softly.

"Of course I'm bloody upset!" he growled, "You mortals have no survival instincts, it's a wonder you ever make it past infancy."

And he wanted to kill the man who touched him. He rifled in his bag for his sterilized needle and thread.

Daniel flinched at the tone and volume of those words.

"What... the man who took me... you didn't... you didnt do anything to him did you?" He had a feeling that Methos could have done something, but Daniel wasn't sure if he would. It wasn't as if Daniel was that important...

"And we have survival instincts.... I just wasn't paying attention. I let down my guard because I'd been safe for two weeks. I didn't think he'd come after me... I thought it was over." He closed his eyes tiredly.

"Said he'd find me again no matter where I hid," he slurred out softly. "Before he knocked me out that last time... that's what he told me..."

"I didn't kill him if that's what you mean." Methos sighed. He starting to wish he had though.

"And just because that's what he told you doesn't make it truth." he rolled he eyes, as he brought the needle and thread to Daniel's head and started to do the stitches, "Its a classic tactic to make you scared. To submit. Like when someone tells a prisoner not to escape or they'll track them down and kill them. And even if he thinks he can find you, he won't. I've hid from far more skilled trackers than he."

"Killing him would be bad," Daniel said in a half slurred voice. "The big bad General is needed in Washington. Wouldn't do to have him dead." He gave a drugged chuckle but winced slightly as it hurt him to do so.

"If he knows I'm gonna go to Egypt... I gotta find somewhere else to go... I hate it... I like Egypt... only place I really feel at home."

"I was born in an oasis village surrounded by the deserts that would later become Egypt. It's my home too. As much as any place can be. But I adapt. And so can you. Find a new home." He finished up the stitches and pulled back from him.

"How about Bhutan?"

"Never been there," Daniel answered, eyes opening and trying to focus on Methos. "I'm not all that keen on trying to make a new life in a place I've never been; especially if I'm by myself."

"It's not that hard." Methos sniffed, knowing precisely what Daniel was getting at.

Daniel said nothing as he closed his eyes.

"I'll think about it," he finally said quietly.

"There's a bed." he noted, "Lets get you to that, and then you can rest."

Daniel pushed himself to his feet, a stubborn set to his features now as he shook off Methos' hand and made his way to the bed, sitting down and moving to pull of his shoes. When he bent down, though, his head began to throb immediately and he gave a soft cry of pain before he stood again and tried to get hiimself undressed, determined to do it himself. He hated feeling so damned weak. Methos had come to his rescue... wait... how...

"How did you know where I was?" he asked, not looking at Methos but his tone of voice gave off the vibe that he wanted to truth... and he wasn't going tos top asking until he got it.

Methos watched him, as he tried to undress himself, with little success. He was about to come over when Daniel's words kept him in place.

"I..." he frowned, "I followed you here. After I learned you were still here after a week."

"You followed me," Daniel echoed quietly, clothes forgotten for the moment. "You saw him then... what he did to me... that he was following me... and you did nothing to stop it from happening... " he trailed off and blinked back the tears in his eyes. "Why? Why help me now? You still won't stay with me... so why?"

"I was here." Methos scowled, "Watching you from the window. I saw what he did and came as fast as I could!"

He was getting angry, "Stop it, Daniel. I can't, alright? That's why! I don't want you dead, but I don't want some government yahoos catching my scent too! I'm an asshole, but I've never claimed to be anything different!"

"You mention going to some place I've never been before in order to get away from the government. You've obviously been there. Why can't you just go with me and stay for awhile? The government doesn't even know who or what you are!" there had to be some other reason... and then he looked up at Methos slowly.

"You never did explain to me why you carry a sword, Methos," he said quietly. "You're journals don't tell a lot about how you stay alive or how many immortals there are. Something tells me you carrying a sword is somehow tied to why you won't stay in one place very long."

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