Well, we've come to the end of this little adventure. Thank you so much to everyone who's read, reviewed and encouraged me along the way. I do have several other ideas for stories in this universe that I hope to experiment with if people are interested, but that'll have to wait until life calms down a bit. I had to laugh when I read the most recent chapter of Undertow, since I too am in retail and life has already gotten more hectic for me as well, hence the almost month's wait for this chapter.
I know I've said it before, but I'll say it one last time, anything you recognize isn't mine, I only borrow it because I like it so much. As they say: Imitation is the sincerest form of flattery, and I am sincere. *uses resolve face and nods* lol In the last chapter the analogy about air masks came from a wonderful Buffy/Giles story by Antenna, I can't believe I forgot to give credit, I love the metaphor. Everything's Alright is from Jesus Christ Superstar and the other quote's from Airplane! again. Thank you to all the authors who've inspired me, please keep writing so I can continue to have the escape! ; )
Thank you all again for reading and reviewing.
: ) Gracie
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Hammond finally left, with much hugging of his goddaughter, promises to see each other soon and a few more tears. He would have more questions as soon as his brain was able to process all that he had learned that night, but for now he was desperate for some mindless sleep.
Buffy stood in front of Jack in the doorway, his arms wrapped around her waist and his chin on her shoulder as they watched George make it safely to his car and pull out. The red taillights were still in sight when Jack pulled her back into the house, shut the door, and backed her up against it crowding his body close to hers. One eyebrow rose as she looked up at him.
“Was there something I could help you with?” She inquired innocently.
He growled and slid his mouth along the cords of her neck, letting his teeth gently bite at her jugular.
She shivered at the sensation and felt goose bumps race down her side. “Why grandma, what big … teeth you have.”
“Ya sure, ya betcha little girl.” His grin was wolfish indeed as he bent his knees, placed his shoulder to her stomach, and stood up with her draped over his shoulder giggling.
“Jack, be careful you’re going to hurt yourself!” She watched the stairs go by beneath her from her upside down position.
“First you call me grandma, then you insult my strength. Are you trying to tell me something?” He walked into their bedroom and flopped her onto their bed.
Buffy looked up at him, her hair spread around her, her eyes shining with laughter and love. She pretended to think for a moment. “That you’re the most handsomest virilest sexiest wonderfulest man on this world or any other?”
He crawled onto the bed, his lips hovering over hers. “Good answer.”
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A long time later Buffy stirred from her resting place sprawled across Jack’s chest. She planted a lingering kiss on his lips, then carefully levered herself off of him and out of bed.
“Where do you think you’re going?”
She took her robe off the hook and belted it around her. “Someone needs to turn off the lights and lock up before we both fall asleep and I didn’t think my lazy boyfriend was in any hurry.”
Jack didn’t bother to open his eyes or lift his head as he responded in her favorite reply, a raspberry. She was giggling as she left the room and padded downstairs.
Buffy hadn’t been able to spend as much time as she would have liked with Jack in Colorado, but she had spent enough time in his house to feel proprietary in a way she never felt with the house in Cleveland or even her mother’s house in Sunnydale. In this house there were no girls fighting over the remote or the breakfast cereal or the comfy chair or the multitude of other things they could find to bicker over. Occasionally she could find Anna and Cassie sprawled in the living room, but that felt different somehow. Even though Buffy technically lived in the large house in Ohio, Colorado Springs had become her home.
Walking into the kitchen she checked to make sure that everything had been put away earlier and the coffee pot was off before turning the lights out and making her way to the living room. She took a minute to look around at the photographs on Jack’s mantle and wall of his team of friends. The secrecy of their relationship had truly started by accident and grown until here they were, two years later with neither set of friends or family knowing of the other, which was also why the few pictures of Jack and Buffy together or with Anna were in their bedroom and not on public display. Now that it had been so long it made it even harder to tell people without hurt feelings or shock. After her dramatic entrance onto the base, for Jack’s team the cat was well and truly bagless. “Guess I picked the wrong week to give up amphetamines.”
“What have I told you about the mood altering drugs?”
Buffy smiled, her slayer senses having warned her of Jack’s presence before he spoke. “That they’re better left in 1969?”
“Exactly.” He wrapped his arms around her from behind.
“But that’s so not fair. You got to experience it twice and I didn’t get to see it even once!”
“Don’t make fun of the old guy.” He nuzzled into her neck and she relaxed back against him with a hum of pleasure, letting the subject topic go without a thought.
They were silent for a minute before she asked. “So, how do you think your team’s going to react?”
Jack smiled, knowing that they’d had variations of this discussion before but willing to have it again if it would calm her nerves. “Well, based on what I saw today, I think you and Carter are probably going to get along better than I’d like and gang up on the rest of us. T’ll undoubtedly react in his usual overemotional manner, with lots of hugging and crying.”
She giggled, as he’d known she would after hearing so many Teal’c stories. “Yeah, he and Oz can get together and have a gab fest about it all.”
He gave a soft snort of laughter. “’Taming the beast within, next Dr. Phil.’”
Buffy laughed outright, but didn’t let herself get too sidetracked. “So does this mean you’re going to have to meet my
“If you’re ready for that. I thought I held up well under the in-law onslaught tonight, but then again Hammond is just one guy, and all he can do is give me extra paperwork and drive me crazy at work. Some of your other family members have powers a little dicier than that.”
She turned in his arms so she could look up at him and gave a little hum of pleasure at the discovery that he’d just pulled on a pair of sweatpants to follow her downstairs and his chest was gloriously bare. She smoothed her hands over his collarbone. “Are you really scared of them? You, the great Jack O’Neill, fearless leader of SG-1?”
“Hell yeah. But not necessarily because of their woo woo powers, I just know how much you would want us to get along and I don’t know that taking home an aging, graying Air Force Colonel is really going to impress them.”
“I think as long as you don’t call them ‘woo woo powers’ to their faces you’ll probably be okay.” She grinned. “Besides, I have a feeling they’re going to love you. I’ll just make sure I never let you and Xander get together or I may never see either of you again … but that’s a whole ‘nother story.”
He smirked. “Suggestions noted. When you’re ready for me to meet them, I’ll promise to be on my best behavior.”
a scary thought.”
Jack released her to grasp her hand and begin gently tugging her from the room, pausing to turn off lights along the way. They had double-checked the locks on the front door and were headed upstairs, still hand in hand, before Buffy spoke again. “You know ... Dawn does have a parents weekend coming up in a few weeks. Giles was going to go until he found out that it’s the same weekend as some symposium in New Delhi, so it would just be the three of us. Meeting Dawnie might be a good start.”
Jack did his best to ignore the nerves he suddenly felt. It had been a lot of years since he’d had to handle meeting a girlfriend’s family. “Sounds good.”
She giggled, easily reading him. “Liar.”
He couldn’t dispute it, so didn’t even try, instead leading her back into their bedroom and pulling on the tie to her robe, hoping to distract her.
Buffy moaned as his hands explored the bare skin they found as her robe opened and she willingly dropped the thought of any more conversation.
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Jack tried not to disturb her as he leaned to reach for the light switch, plunging the room into darkness, and she made a contented sound as she snuggled closer. “Love you.”
He pressed his lips against the top of her head and stroked one large calloused hand across her shoulders. “Love you more.”
Buffy sleepily chuckled, letting the rhythm of his heart beating lull her.
He closed his eyes and felt himself start to drift until a random thought made him open his eyes again. “You know, you never did tell me what happened the first time you tried to cook dinner for George.”
Her body tensed against his and there was a pause. Jack smirked, “I’m gonna find out someday.”
Buffy unfroze, snuggled closer while mumbling something that sounded suspiciously like, “In your dreams, flyboy.” Then, for the first time in the years they’d been sleeping together, she let out a snore.
Jack grinned into the darkness. Life with Buffy might not be peaceful, but it was sure a fun adventure, and he couldn’t wait to see what was to come.