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Summary: Ever since Buffy's mom was killed, everything had changed. From what she knew, where she lived, where she went to school, and even her father. She now loved him, and was coming really close to finding out a HUGE secret he had.

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Stargate > Buffy-Centered > Theme: Buffy's Real FamilyefwrocksFR151219,65028453,11614 Apr 1030 Jul 13No

A New Daughter

Disclaimer: I do not own the rights to either show, Buffy the Vampire Slayer or Stargate SG-1.

A/N: Thank you all for the wonderful reviews! I don’t know Joyce’s maiden name so I made one up.


April 1980, Los Angeles, California

Air Force Captain Jonathan “Jack” O’Neill and a few of his fellow officers from Los Angeles Air Force Base went into the heart of the city to a new night club that just opened up. About two hours and ten beers later, he saw a woman that came up to the bar and ordered a cosmopolitan. He gave her a smile, and she smiled back. When the bartender came back, she started to hand him the money. He stopped her hand and paid for her drink.

“Thank you,” spoke the woman.

“You’re welcome. You know, you look very nice tonight,” replied Jack.

“Thank you… again.”

“I’m Captain Jack O’Neill.”

“Joyce Meriweather. Well, at least until tomorrow.” She sighed and rolled her eyes at this.

“What happens then?”

“Well, my parents are forcing me to get married to this guy I don’t really like all that much. The wedding is supposed to be tomorrow. His name is Hank Summers,” explained Joyce, her voice slightly more sad than her body language.

“That’s insane! They can’t force you to get married to someone you don’t like! Isn’t that illegal or something?!” Jack hated that they were doing this to the beautiful girl in front of them.

Joyce sighed and took a sip of her drink. “I wish. Unfortunately, it isn’t though.”

Jack took a drink of his beer and then offered up a suggestion. “Why don’t you just do whatever the hell you want to tonight then?”

Joyce now had a big smile on her face that appeared mischievous. “Yeah; that sounds like a good idea. I think I know where to start too.” She finished her drink in one sip and tossed it to the side. She took off her jacket quickly and let loose. She ran across the room and jumped eagerly onto the empty metal stripper pole the club had. She danced seductively for a little bit to the loud music and then got back off. She then walked back over to Jack with a big smile on her face, truly happy that she had been free, even if just for the rest of tonight.

Jack had been turned on since she downed her drink. Seeing her work the pole like that was making him feel sexually stimulated. He could feel his member starting to harden into a salute and hoped she wouldn’t notice. He wanted to have her right then and there.

They agreed mutually that they wanted to have sex with each other and left after saying quick goodbyes to their friends. Jack’s friends were chorusing ‘Way to go, Jack!’ while Joyce’s friends were questioning and reprimanding ‘What do you think you’re doing? You’re getting married tomorrow!’ She responded heatedly, ‘I’m doing what I want tonight while I still can. I don’t even want to marry Hank. Besides, he isn’t my husband yet.’

After joining at the door, they went to her hotel room where they could be alone. It didn’t take long before they were both undressed.

Before they started anything, Jack began fiddling with something in his hands and stated, “Just give me a minute and I’ll have this condom on.”

But before he could even open it, she stopped his hands with hers. “Don’t,” she whispered urgently in his ear. “I want my first time to be completely natural with nothing in the way.”

With alcohol clouding his better judgment, he dropped the condom, gently lifted her into his arms, and carried her over to the soft bed before laying her down and hungrily mounting her. He passionately kissed her from her temples to her breasts before planting a large kiss on her lips.

“Jack,” she moaned. She could feel the spot in between her legs heating up and tingling while becoming damp.

He reached his left hand up to grip her breast and expertly started to massage it while making sure to come in contact with her nipple. Her whole body started to heat up and arch into him. His right hand lowered to dip into her folds and started his ministrations there while continuing to massage. She felt herself coming closer to orgasm as he continued; his ministrations on her lower anatomy started becoming harder and faster. The pressure in her lower abdomen built and she soon found herself seeing fireworks as her body jerked towards Jack, erupting with fire and pleasure. After coming down from the high, Jack pulled out and laid beside Joyce, both with smiles on their face. They rested beside each other for about five minutes, still kissing fiercely, before Jack pulled back and they both laid down on their sides staring into each other’s eyes.

“That was amazing,” commented Joyce.

“Yes, it was.” Jack looked over at the alarm clock radio. “Wow, look at the time. I have to be back on base in about thirty minutes. I should probably go back before I get in trouble.”

“Do you really have to go?” They had a very enjoyable night and Joyce didn’t want him to go.

“I’m afraid so; that doesn’t mean that I want to though. I want to stay here with you, or better yet, take you away and run off to somewhere else. Unfortunately, I can’t. I have to leave in a few days on an assignment.”

Joyce sighed. “I had a really great time with you tonight.”

Jack smiled. “Me too; I wish I could stay longer, but I have to go.”

They embraced in a hug once more and then kissed. Jack got up and got dressed. He turned back to Joyce afterwards.

“I wish you luck for the future. I really wish I could be a part of it.” Jack really didn’t want to leave. He felt a legitimate connection with this woman.

“Thank you; I wish you the same.” Joyce smiled on the outside, but on the inside, she was torn in two.

“Thanks.” With that, Jack walked out the door to return to Los Angeles Air Force Base. He would never see this woman again, even in the many years to come. Little did he know that this one night they were together, would be the difference between the end of the world or not in the future. This difference would later become known as Buffy Anne Summers, the last Chosen One, born on January 19, 1981.


1997, Colorado Springs, Colorado

Jack had received a letter from the city of Sunnydale, California, where a summons was issued by a lawyer about a woman named Joyce Summers, maiden name Meriweather. This woman had included him in her will, and he wasn’t sure he remembered this person. Sure he had a less than honorable past, but he was positive he had never been to Sunnydale, California. He had been stationed in Los Angeles in 1979-1980 though. Maybe she had been living there at the time? He couldn’t remember. Then it hit him hard.

That night. What they did. The experiences. The situation. Everything that had happened three nights before he got sent off on his secret mission to Nicaragua with Burke and Woods and he lost his friend.
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