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Hush Puppies

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This story is No. 1 in the series "Cobwebs". You may wish to read the series introduction first.

Summary: Two children wait for that shining moment when their father will return from far away places. One shot.

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Stargate > Dawn-Centered > Theme: Dawn's Real FamilyStrangerFR71333043,7825 Dec 075 Dec 07Yes
Disclaimer: If I owned any of it, would I be here writing fanfiction?

AN: Dunno if this counts as AU, but its sorta what would have happened if Dawn had been placed with the O'Neills as opposed to the Summers. This is one of her happier childhood memories.





Dawn remembered the days when her family was whole. When her twin was still alive and her mother and father slept in the same house, in the same bed. She didn’t begrudge them the changes they had made. She understood. No one had been left untouched by Charlie’s death, least of all his sister and parents.


But it had been nice back then.


She remembered the nights when her father was due back at some ungodly hour. She and Charlie would lie awake and whispering across the gap between their twin beds. They always left the curtains open, and occasionally one of them would cautiously sit up and peer out the window, hunting the sodium-lit dark for the telltale blaze of car headlights.


When conversation lapsed, they would hear Mom get up and move restlessly about their parent’s room, not that she’d ever admit to it. It was like a strange story in a children’s book, or a game – a quiet house full of people pretending to sleep.


And then, like a favourite moment in a movie played over and over, there would be the sound of soft footsteps on the stairs and the light from the landing would expand and play over their dresser as the door swung slowly open. A familiar silhouette, beloved brown eyes winking in the yellow light.


Two half-laughing words.


“Hush puppies…”


One finger touching his smile in the universal gesture for shush.


Dawn and Charlie would freeze mid sentence, watching, grinning like little maniacs.


He was home!


One of them, usually Charlie, would whisper, ecstatic, “Dad!”


He would kneel between their beds, chuckling and whispering the beginnings of a fairy tale. Sometimes he would sit on Dawn’s bed, Charlie tucked to his side, one warm callused hand on each child’s face as the story was spun.


By ‘happily ever after’ both would be asleep, ready for a morning that would be brighter, simply because Jack O’Neill was home, whole and mostly smiling.



AN: Review puppies...

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