Difference In Family
Disclaimer: I do not own the rights to either show, Buffy the Vampire Slayer
or Stargate SG-1
Buffy walked into the attorney's office and went to the front desk, where a woman wearing a dress suit sat typing on a computer. The woman looked up at Buffy when she approached the desk.
"May I help you?"
Buffy was kind of nervous. Giles had always been here for her, but now he was gone too. Joyce and Giles had been killed in the Summers home thanks to an alliance between Spike and Ethan Rayne. Since Buffy was only sixteen years old, she would probably end up with her father, Hank Summers. She hoped she could just stay with her friends here in Sunnydale.
Buffy shook her head to clear the hazy thoughts. "What? Oh... I'm looking for my mother's attorney. His name is John Ericks. My name is Buffy Summers. I'm here for her will reading."
Recognition immediately went into the woman's eyes. If you had watched the news lately, you saw the story about how Buffy Summers had found her mother, Joyce Summers, and the high school's librarian, Rupert Giles, in her living room one night lying on the floor dead.
"Yes, right this way, please."
Buffy nodded her head and followed the secretary into Mr. Ericks' office. The lawyer had motioned for Buffy to sit down, which she did. Hank Summers and a man she didn't recognize were already there. Ericks sat down in his chair and the reading began.
"Thank you for coming everyone. I'm sorry for your loss. Since everyone is now here, the reading of Joyce Summers' Will may now commence.If you are now reading this, then I am no longer of this Earth.
At this, Buffy could no longer could contain her inner emotions and broke out in tears. The lawyer stopped reading and Hank had tried to lean over and comfort his daughter, but she just pushed him away not wanting to even see him. The man that she didn't know looked at her sympathetically. It was a full five minutes before she calmed down enough to be able to talk. During this time, the mysterious man put his hand on her shoulder and started to rub it, and she had calmed down a little quicker. She welcomed the soothing gesture and eventually quieted to just a sniffle.
"Okay, I'm better now. Just skip to where I'm going to end up."
The lawyer did as Buffy said. He was one of the many people that Buffy has saved over the year she has been here.
"Of course. As my daughter Buffy is under the age of eighteen years, she will now be living with her father, Jack O'Neill.
At this all three occupants of the room, not counting the attorney, looked at John and said, "What?!"
Ignoring the outburst, Ericks continued reading. "I'm sorry I didn't tell you before Jack. You were too busy in the Air Force, I couldn't find you after you left, and I didn't want to bother you with a baby when you're career had just taken off. I'm sorry I didn't tell you about her, Jack. I hope you can forgive me and take care of our daughter.
After this little bit, Hank turned to the door and walked out quickly. Buffy watched him go and started to cry some more. Jack quickly walked over to where Buffy was sitting and took her in his arms and hugged her. She hugged him back and cried there in his arms for a few more minutes. When she had collected herself enough, Jack released her and then sat down in the seat Hank previously occupied.
"Miss Summers, your mother also left you the house, her art gallery, and everything else. Would you like to know about Mr. Giles' Will also?"
Buffy nodded her head. The attorney took out another folder and then briefly read through it.
"All right, Miss Summers. Mr. Giles has left you all of his possessions. Except for the apartment which is under the name of Quentin Travers and the International Watchers Council."
Buffy nodded in understanding and thanked the attorney before turning and leaving with Jack O'Neill right behind her. Once they were out of the building, Jack asked his new daughter if she needed a ride. She agreed to the offer and directed him to her house. Once there, O'Neill started questioning her about some things he needed to know.
"So, I think we should get to know each other some. I'll start. I'm Colonel Jack O'Neill of the United States Air Force. I live in Colorado Springs, Colorado. I'm from Minnesota. I love fishing and hockey, and I work at Cheyenne Mountain doing Deep Space Radar and Telemetry."
Buffy sat down on the couch to talk. "I'm Buffy Anne Summers. I'm from Los Angeles, California. I've lived here in Sunnydale for a year. I was a cheerleader at Hemery High. I'm really good with medieval weaponry and hand to hand combat, and I love to shop."
Jack was shocked to hear about the medieval weaponry and hand to hand combat. After all she was only a teenager.
"How old are you," Jack asked curiously.
"I'm sixteen," Buffy answered. "Do you have somewhere to sleep tonight? If you don't you can stay here. I wouldn't mind. Actually I think I'd like the company. Would you stay here tonight?"
"Of course." Jack nodded.
Buffy smiled. "Thank you. The guest bedroom is at the top of the stairs on the right."
Jack nodded his head and said, "I just have to go and get my things from my motel room. I'll be back in about fifteen minutes."
Buffy quickly disagreed, especially since it had already become the time where the nightlife started to come out. "NO!"
Jack looked at her in shock. His tone filled with disbelief, he asked, "Excuse Me?"
"What I mean is please don't. It's not safe out there after the sun sets. It gets really
dangerous," Buffy tried to explain to her father.
Jack just smiled slightly. "I'll be fine. I can take care of myself. I spent many years in the black ops."
Buffy sighed. She figured she might have tell him eventually about the supernatural. She just wasn't going to let it be now. But before she could say anything else, like a legitimate reason, the doorbell rang. Buffy got up off of the couch and then walked to the door to open it. Her spidey senses telling her it was a vampire convinced her that having a wooden stake on hand was very good. When she opened the door, she was pleasantly surprised by who was behind it. It was Angel. She stepped out of the comfort and security of her home into the comfort and security of her boyfriend's arms, which just held her tightly in a long, needed hug. Jack cleared his throat behind the couple and had a questioning look on his face.
"Oh. Um... Angel, this is Jack O'Neill. Jack, this is Angel." Buffy motioned to each as she made the introductions.
Angel walked in the door and him and Jack shook hands.
"So, who's Angel? Just a friend I hope."
"Um... no, Jack. Angel is my boyfriend."
Jack looked a little taken aback. "Boyfriend, huh? Did you notice that he's a bit cooler
than other people?"
Angel leaned into Buffy's ear to say, "I'm guessing he doesn't know about the supernatural, does he?"
Buffy just shook her head and whispered, "No." Then louder, she answered Jack. "Yes, I did notice that."
"So, Buffy. How do you know Jack? You've never mentioned him to me before." Angel had been a bit confused by his presence, which was evident on his facial expression.
Jack answered his question. "We didn't know each other before today. We're actually related. I'm her father."
Angel looked even more confused. "Buffy, I thought your father was Hank?"
Buffy looked back into Angel's eyes. "I thought so too. My mother put it in her will. I'm supposed to live with him now, if he takes the responsibility. If not, I could just live with you?"
Angel nodded. "Of course." They then looked to Jack.
"I may not have known you existed before, but I have every intention on trying my best to be a father to you. That is if you'll allow me to."
Buffy could tell that Jack was really going to try, and was a good guy. She nodded her head, signaling that she would give him a chance. She then looked back to Angel. The look in her eyes signaled the want of privacy away from Jack. He nodded in agreement and then started to walk towards her bedroom with Buffy in tow.
Jack announced, "You two kids have fun. Behave yourselves while I'm gone. I won't be long. Just going to get my stuff from the motel room."
Before Jack could get out the door, Buffy stopped him. "Wait!" Jack turned around to face them. Buffy ran down the stairs to stop him from leaving.Where does he think he's going? I told him it isn't safe she thought. Out loud she said, "I told you. It isn't safe out there once the sun goes down."
"And you've yet to provide me with a reasonable answer as to why it isn't." Jack stood there waiting.
Buffy said the local, yet pathetic, excuse of, "The streets are full of gangs on PCP."
Buffy heard Angel trying to cover up his amusement behind her on the stairs. Jack, however, had different plans.
"With as much as that may get my mind a little shaken, I have a gun to protect myself with."
Buffy mumbled under her breath, "That won't do you any good against vampires and demons."
Jack heard her because next he replied, "Vampires and demons?" He laughed. "Yeah, right." He then reached for the knob of the door, which Buffy got to first and prevented him from opening.
"Yes. Vampires and demons. The only reason I know about them is because when I turned fifteen, I became the Slayer." Buffy had blurted this out before she could stop herself.
"What's a Slayer," Jack inquired.
This time, it was Angel who spoke. "Into each generation, a Slayer is born. One born with the strength and the skill to hunt the vampires, kill the demons, and slay the forces of darkness. One girl in all the world. The Chosen One."
"Oh, yeah? How do you know about this," Jack requested.
Buffy looked to Angel for permission. He nodded his head in approval. "Because Angel is a vampire."
Jack sighed. "Well, if you don't want me to go out, then how am I supposed to get my things?"
"I'll get them for you. You'll just have to tell me where they are." Angel took the few steps down to the floor while responding.
Buffy nodded vigorously in agreement. "That would be much better."
Jack sighed in defeat and took out his room key. "It's room 114 at the Days Inn. My bags are on the bed."
"Got it." Angel and Buffy kissed, then Angel went out into the night.
Jack and Buffy walked back into the living room and sat back down on the couch again.
"What, no freak out about the supernatural being all exist-y?"
"Nope. No freak out here." Jack looked at his daughter. "So, you hungry?"
Just then, there was a breaking of glass in the kitchen door's window. They turned to look that way immediately. Buffy made sure that there was a knife and a stake on her before heading into the kitchen, with Jack close behind her wielding a gun.
Right outside the door, Buffy saw a red demon with horns holding a sword opening it from the inside, with his hand in the midst of the broken glass. Buffy ran at it with the knife and stabbed it in the arm, which he immediately took out and held. She opened the door and kicked the demon square in the chest, which made him fall backwards. Taking advantage of his position, Buffy knelt down by his upper chest and held the knife right above his heart.
"Who are you, what are you doing here, and what do you want," Buffy demanded.
"I want you. I want to kill you, and that's what I'm going to do," the demon grunted.
At this, Buffy forced the knife into his heart, jerked it back out, and watched the demon turn to goo. She turned around to see Jack pointing his gun downwards, acting like it was no big deal. He then started to talk.
"So, I was thinking pizza. You?"
"That sounds great. The phone book for the numbers is right there," Buffy replied, pointing at the phone book.
"Thanks for the pizza, Jack," Buffy said after finishing off the rest of the delivered pizza.
"Your welcome," Jack replied.
"You really didn't have to pay for that, you know?"
"I know. I wanted to. Is there anything wrong with that?"
"No. There isn't." Buffy started to get up and clean everything up from where they ate. Jack started to help. "No. I got this," Buffy stated.
"Are you sure," asked Jack.
"Yes, I'm sure. You paid for the pizza. I'll clean it up."
There was a knock at the door. Buffy sat down the trash and went to open the door. Once she did, she saw Xander and Willow.
"Hey, Buffy. Is everything all right," Willow asked, her voice soft, shy, and sad even.
Buffy smiled at Willow's timidity. "Every thing's just fine, Will."
This time it was Xander who spoke, nervous but sad. "Good. That's good." He then noticed Jack standing there. "Who are you?"
"Xander, Will, this is Jack O'Neill. Jack, this is Xander and Willow. They're my best friends." Buffy motioned to each while introducing them.
"Nice to meet you all," pronounced Jack.
Xander asked, "How do you know Jack, Buffy?"
Buffy sighed because she knew Xander wouldn't let it go until he found out everything he wanted. "He's my father." At their shocked faces, she continued. "My mom did the revealing act in her will. We didn't know before today."
When the shock finally wore off, Xander finally asked, "So does this mean you'll be staying or leaving?"
Willow scolded, "Xander!"
Buffy walked over to Jack and quietly asked, "Whatar we going to do about that?"
"Hmm. I suppose that you should probably come back with me to Colorado to stay," answered Jack.
Buffy nodded and walked back over to her friends. "I'll be moving to Colorado."
Once Buffy announced this, Willow started to get teary eyed and ran to hug Buffy. Xander just scoffed and stormed out the door. Willow, Buffy, and Jack all looked at him like he just grew three arms along with the two he had. After finishing their hug, Willow and Buffy released each other.
"Do you need anything," Willow asked.
"No, I'm good," replied Buffy.
Willow shook her head. "Okay. I was just making sure you were all right. I'm going to go find Xander."
"Good idea. Thanks for checking on me."
They said their goodbyes and Willow went to find Xander. Not much longer after that, there was a knock on the door. It proved to be Angel bringing back Jack's bags. Once everyone was settled in comfortably, the conversation began.
Angel started, "So, where are you going to be living?"
"Colorado Springs," replied Buffy. "One thing that needs to be done before I leave though is everything that's in the gallery has to be cataloged, priced, and sold."
"Ooh. My friend Daniel can help. I'll call him and have him down her by tomorrow afternoon," offered Jack.