Remember Machello
Machello… Ma-chel-lo. I heard Machello… think… So hard… the drugs… fight them and think.
Machello’s voice, not THE voices, but Machello’s voice.
Something… saw something leave me and go into Teal’c. Gah… This is hard.
Drugs, Daniel, remember, it’s the drugs…
The voices? I-I don’t hear them. There gone! Not here anymore… there’s a reason… where’d they go?
Machello’s voice… the thing I saw travel to Teal’c, then Machello’s voice… and… THINK… damn these drugs… think. And then… voices disappeared. Yes! Yes. Not crazy. I’m not.
Yes you are… look at where you are.
No. Not crazy.
Yes, you have to be. You’re friends put you here. You trust them. You *know* you’re crazy… tired… need to sleep.
Not crazy. Was crazy… now I’m not. How can that be?
Drugs… fight them… but, feels so good not to…. No. Teal’c needs you.
Why? Important to figure why I feel that. Important.
The voice… Machello… what did he say? So hard to remember. Important. Have to try.
What were the words? They just dosed me again… feeling numb… think I’ll sle—
Teal’c! He’s been infected. Think. Why? He needs me? The words. Machello.
[Thank-you for delivering me to the foul goa'uld.]
Yes. That’s it! Those words… yes. I remembered. Remembered. I’m not crazy! Not crazy. Everyone’s wrong. Not crazy and… and …
‘Yes, machines to help fight the goa’uld.’ Machello! The “thing” must be the reason I’d felt schizophrenic. That must be the effect on someone it wasn’t designed for… what would it be made for? What’s its purpose? The words. I don’t have a goau’ld. So what does it do to someone with a goau’ld?
So fuzzy… so hard to focus… so important to figure this out.
Teal’c…’left me to go to Teal’c and Teal’c has a goau’ld larva… and… so tired… need to stay aw—
[Thank-you for delivering me to the foul goau'ld.]
“Huh?”
Machello’s voice… I gave the “thing” to Teal’c. Machello hates the goau’ld. Teal’c has a goau’ld larva. Teal’c's been infected… Teal’could be dying… or dead.
While I’m in here… just letting my friend suffer. All my fault. Have to do something. Maybe… maybe it’s not too late. I can help. I know why he’s dying.
They put you in here. How can you convince them you aren’t crazy now? I-I dunno but Teal’c needs my help.
Who would believe me? Jack? Maybe… if anyone would, he would.
How-how can I reach Jack. Have to get him here. How? They think you’re crazy. Why would they believe you? Do you believe you? Yes. Yes, I’m not crazy. They are wrong; I am right.
Tired. Have to get Jack here. Have to convince them I’ve changed.
“Ha!”
Just how does one do that? You’re sitting here in a white padded room in a mental hospital, drugged to the gills, and no one believes you shouldn’t be here… except you.
“I don’t belong here. Have to get out. Need to save Teal’c. Got to fight these drugs. Have to—”
“Machello… Machello…”
Jack!
“Hello, anybody… Doctor Mackenzie. I need to talk to Dr. Mackenzie.”
The End
