Takes place in the Search and Rescue 'verse. This is set well and truly after the series has finished. Say about twenty-five years later. No spoilers for either show but AU for both from season 5. You will need to know S&R to understand this. Disclaimer:
I own nothing. Buffy and Angel people belong to Joss and Mutant Enemy. The Stargate people belong to Gekko Productions, Double Secret Productions, MGM/UA, Showtime/Viacom.
“Emma, sweetheart, your mother's here," her father, Daniel Jackson, told her.
Emma Jackson inwardly groaned at her father's words. She had hoped, no, she had prayed
that mighty Colonel Rosenberg wouldn’t be here today. It wasn’t all that uncommon for 'The Colonel', as Emma liked to call her, to be stuck on a mission for months
at a time and Emma had been so sure The Colonel wouldn't make it.
But of course she had about as much luck as a vampire against a Slayer.
“It looks like your uncle’s here, too,” her dad told her, pointing towards where her mother stood.
When Emma's followed his line of sight she groaned out loud. It wasn't just Grogan with her mom. No, Grandpa Charlie was there and Hayes, General Carter, Teal’c, Satterfield, Ferretti, Haley, Colonel Lorne and about half a dozen pilots from her mom’s squadron. Emma did a quick count… Fifteen. Fifteen
military personnel were with her mom. Well, fifteen she could see. Knowing her mom – and the Fang Gang – there were probably a few more people she couldn’t see.
God, she wanted to die.
Her dad had warned her. He had called her into his office five days ago and told her that her mom was going to move Heaven and Earth to cut short her current mission and make it to her big day. He had also warned her that her mom was ‘a little’ nervous about it.
He also told her why.
And it was for that reason Emma was going to call her ‘mom’ to her face and not ‘The Colonel’ like she normally did. It was also why she wasn’t going bitch and moan and point out that her life was not
the same as her mother’s and that they were nothing alike. Nor was she going to point out that the fifteen people who were with her mom were not here just
to see her.
No, they were here for her mother.
Emma could tell by the way they were hovering around her mom without trying to look like they were hovering around her. They were here as a show of support, solidarity. Although, Emma couldn't blame them for hovering. For the first time in a long time Emma felt like hovering around her mom, too... maybe even give her a hug.
If she was in her mom's shoes, Emma wasn't sure she'd even be here.
Emma braced herself as The Colonel – no, her mom
– broke away from her friends and approached her. She waited for the all too familiar awkwardness to overwhelm her as it always did whenever her mom decided to take an interest in her life.
For the billionth time she wished she had a normal family, a family where her mom and dad had normal jobs and didn't have to go flying off on a mission or an apocalypse every five seconds. She also wished her dad hadn't gone off to talk to one of the other parents so the two of them could talk alone. It was always easier talking to her mom when her dad acted as a buffer.
“You look beautiful, honey,” The Colonel said, reaching out and placing a hand on her arm.
She nodded, ignoring the way her heart swelled at the praise.
She shrugged. “I’m kind of worried I’ll trip up the stairs.”
The Colonel gave her a warm smile, but there was a hint of nervousness behind it. It made Emma wonder if maybe she should tell her mom about the research both Angel and her dad had done over the last couple of days to make sure that nothing was going to ruin her big day.
"You should go take your seat," Emma told her mom. "It should be starting soon." The Colonel nodded and then hesitated for a moment before pulling her into a hug.
"Happy graduation, sweetie."