McKenzie looked away, ignoring the sarcasm. "Well, yes, I guess that's one way of putting it."

"It's the only way to put it and you know it," Jack snarled. He turned to Fraiser, the accusation clear in his eyes. She had handed his friend over to a quack who didn't know his ass from a donut hole. "You said he could help Daniel. You said he knew what he was doing."

"I said he might be able to help Daniel, Colonel," she corrected.

"Whatever. Just where does this leave Daniel?"

Quickly exchanging a look with McKenzie, Janet took a deep breath, giving Jack the answer she knew he didn't want to hear. "I'm afraid he'll have to remain confined at Mental."

O'Neill jumped to his feet, the abrupt movement slamming his chair against the wall. "NO!"

"I'm sorry, Jack, they've already processed the paperwork. Dr. Jackson is a danger to himself as well as the staff."

"His name is Daniel!" Jack glared at the physicians. "And he wouldn't hurt anyone. Hell, the man feels guilty for killing a Goa'uld."

"He's no longer the Daniel Jackson you knew, Colonel O'Neill." McKenzie stated bluntly.

"Bullshit!" Jack protested sternly. "Daniel is Daniel. Nothing will ever change that and you can't convince me otherwise."

"Then perhaps it would best if you did see him again."

"I intend to do just that!"

"I must warn you, Colonel," McKenzie met Jack's gaze steadily, "you may not like what you see."

"I'd like to come along," Carter insisted.

"And I also would like to visit with Daniel Jackson," Teal'c added.

McKenzie glanced at the General before shrugging slightly. "All right. Tomorrow morning."

*****

Jack's frightened gaze searched the empty room frantically before he turned grabbing the arm of a passing nurse. It was 0900 but there was no sign of McKenzie or Daniel. "Where's Daniel?!"

"Who?"

"Daniel Jackson. He was in this room...Where is he?!"

"Colonel O'Neill." Jack spun to face McKenzie coming down the hall. Impatiently he moved toward him, Carter and Teal'c following silently.

"All right McKenzie, where is he? What have you done with Daniel?!" He demanded, balling his fingers into fists to keep from striking the medical officer.

"I didn't do anything to him, Colonel," McKenzie frowned, "other than move him to a safer place."

"Safer?...What's safer than...." A look of horror flooded his features as comprehension rushed into his brain. " A padded cell?" He heard Carter's shocked gasp at his whispered words, his stunned gaze focused on McKenzie. "You locked Daniel in a padded room?"

"Dr. Jackson became quite agitated last night, screaming they were here and coming to get him. He disrupted the entire wing. When the night nurse called requesting permission I agreed." Seeing their anger and disbelief, he quickly added. "It was that or a strait jacket."

Jack's gaze fell to the floor, his breath coming in short gasps as he fought to control his emotions.

"You wanted to see him. I'm assuming you still do or you'd not be here. Come with me." McKenzie moved up the corridor, motioning to a nearby aide. Confused and concerned, the three members of SG-1 hesitated, before slowly following.

As they turned down a hallway which ended with a solid door containing one small window of safety glass, McKenzie nodded for the aide to unlock the door, warning. "Don't expect much. If he becomes agitated , call the aides."