Disclaimer: Buffy the Vampire Slayer belongs to Whedon and Stargate: SG-1 belongs to the Sci-Fi channel and probably some other people.
Warning(s): Sap and fluff. A gooey mess of happiness.
A/N: The title of the drabble is Eva Cassidy’s song “Songbird” as are the lyrics in the summary (Buffy singing). This fic was written for Polgara as a Christmas present. Part of the same (developing) universe that “Monster A Go-Go” exists in
Resting against the pale wooden doorframe, a serene look settled over Colonel Jack O’Neill’s features. His brown eyes softening as he listened to his wife, Buffy warble an off-key lullaby to their seven month old daughter, Emmy.
“For you there’ll be no crying. For you the sun will be shining. ‘Cause I feel that when I’m with you, it’s alright, I know it’s alright. And the songbirds keep singing like they know the score. And I love you, I love you, I love you like never before . . .”
Ten minutes ago, he had woken to the sound of Buffy’s off-key lullaby spilling from the white and blue baby monitor. Right away, he had known that Emmy hadn’t woken up; if Emmy had he would have woken too.
No, Buffy had come to the nursery to simply be with their daughter. Jack couldn’t blame her. If he had had to wait millennia for a family, he would take every second to be around and near them. Hell, he did that now, especially after his not being there to help raise Charlie and then his son’s death . . . there was no way he was going to miss out with Emmy.
For Buffy and him, Emmy came first and always would. The wars they had fought and were probably going to fight would always come down to Emmy. Making sure she was safe and could grow up in a safe world and universe.
A cold nose against his hand, cantered Jack’s gaze away from his wife and daughter. Mr. Gordo, a white husky with pale blue eyes stared patiently up at him. Grinning, he reached down and scratched behind the dog’s ears. Mr. Gordo’s tail flicked and flopped around happily.
While continuing to scratch behind Mr. Gordo’s ears, Jack returned his gaze to his wife and daughter. Sometime during his distraction, Buffy had moved to the middle of the room and she was dancing with Emmy in the early morning light. She wasn’t singing anymore, but Jack could hear her humming.
After another slow spin, Buffy opened her eyes and even in the early morning light, Jack could see dark forest green and ebony spiraling up from the depths of her light green eyes. Jack wasn’t afraid of that power any longer; he wasn’t afraid of what it meant when forest green and ebony slithered up and shadowed light green.
The Slayer and the Guardian, they were all undeniable and equally lovable (even if they were dangerous) parts of his wife.
“You shouldn’t sing, ya might scar Emmy for life. Don’t ya know,” Jack teased and stepped further into the room.
Smiling, the dark forest green and the ebony slowly spiraled downwards until green eyes shone clear and bright.
“Dance with us,” Buffy commanded.
Moving forward, Jack wrapped his arms securely about his tiny wife, pulling Buffy and Emmy close. Together, they danced in endless circles in the early morning light with Mr. Gordo patiently walking circles around them and watching.