Disclaimer: I do not own Stargate or Buffy. Never have, never will.
A/N: So that you all might know how old Xander is, this story is taking place during senior year of high school for Xander, meaning Season 3 of Buffy (Xander does not have a girlfriend, so second half of the season).For Jacob, this is taking place right before he shows up on Stargate. He has not made his first official appearance. Please read and review!!!
Jacob hated flying commercial.
Jacob liked that he hated flying commercial.
His life had been a violently turbulent ride (just like the current commercial flight he was on) and it was one of the only things that was a constant.
Ever since he had left his parents house, life had dealt him a wild ride. Jacob had joined USAF and had advanced rapidly due to the tremendous focus he gave to all his tasks. His life had taken another turn when he met his late wife, a beautiful and caring woman. Their first child had also been a surprise. Mark had not been a planned baby, but they had both been wildly excited. Samantha had been a planned baby, but the doctors had said that their second child was a boy. They had agreed to name the baby after Jacob's grandfather Samuel, but when she was born, had to think quickly to come up with a more appropriate name. Jacob's wife had been annoyed at him on and off while Sam grew up, claiming that the room they had prepared had caused Sam to become a tomboy with more interest in martial arts than ballet.
Fortunately, they always made up after fights over Sam.
The last turn of his life had started when his wife had been killed in a car crash and both his children had gone into a rebellious stage. Though he was still not speaking with Mark, his daughter Sam had become his pride as she followed in his footsteps when she realized the mistakes she had made. Jacob really didn't want to think about it any more because he had already thought it through, and, besides, he hated flying commercial and the pilot would never have been accepted into the Air Force because he was making Jacob dizzy and kind of sick and unable to think very well.
Jacob attempted to get rid of his headache, looked at his watch and sighed.
"Two more hours of hell..." he murmured to himself as the twins across the aisle started screaming and the large woman sitting next to him cranked up the volume on her Walkman again
, even though he could already hear it loud and clear over the drone of the engines.
Jacob looked at his watch again and sighed. Again. The secondhand seemed to be moving slower as he looked at it. Jacob sighed for a third time and opened the in flight magazine. Celebrities, celebrities, aardvarks, celebrities, The End Is Near, celebrities...
Jacob blinked. Had there just been an article titled "The End Is Near"? He flipped back a few pages and decided that, yes, there definitely had been. Alignment of stars in the sky...blah, blah, blah...weird explosions in the night...blah, blah, blah...human race to be exterminated in 20 years...
Jacob stopped reading. Signals of imminent doom were one thing, but twenty years off? His doctors had told him he wouldn't survive the year.
He sighed again and reached a hand over his shoulder to massage his aching back, frowning at the uncomfortable airplane seats, the second worst part of flying commercial, and wished silently that the plane would hurry up and land so he could get to Sunnydale.