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Summary: What if Buffy had a different type of childhood? No pairing

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Chapter 5

5. Chapter 5




Declaimer on first chapter




Anger is an acid that can do more harm to the vessel in which it is stored than to anything on which it is poured.

--Mark Twain


August 5, 1998
1115

Sam was having a wonderful morning. She was going to use her day off to sleep in, something that she rarely had a chance to do with her hectic schedule and all but then a consistent loud banging against her poor front door woke her from her peaceful sleep. Sam groaned and folded her arm over her face. Her eyes closed, she considered just ignoring the annoying sound but figured the person on the other side wouldn't simply leave. The loudening noise reinforced that.

She groaned again and swung her legs off the bed and clumsily stumbled toward her front door. She stared beady-eyed at Jack, her commanding officer, standing and grinning cheerfully at her.

Ugh. Is one day of a good nights' sleep too much to ask?

"Sir? What are you doing at my house on a Sunday?" Sam asked.

"I would like to know too, Jack." said a familiar voice. Sam looked over Jack's shoulder and spotted both Daniel and Teal'c standing a little ways off. Daniel, at least, looked as pissed off as she felt at the moment.

"I, as well, would like to know the reason." Teal'c said in his regular mellow toned voice.

'Does the man ever even feel tired?' Sam thought, resentful of the man's perceived lack of fatigue.

"Fine. Carter, can we come in and talk?" Jack seemed as full of energy as ever.

"Um, sure?" she replied, brain not fully functioning.

Once the whole team was seated in her living room, Jack pulled out a large file folder with paper sticking out. He set it down on the table with a loud thud. He clapped his hands, making a drowsy Daniel jump.

"Ok! Let’s start with what we know about the new fish!"

"She's human." Daniel said, emphasized the word human.

"She's a Major." she said.

"MajorBuffyKennSummers is 26 years old." Teal'c stated.

"That extraordinary odd." Daniel said. "Even I know that's an extremely young age to achieve that rank… Don't you agree, Sam?"

"Yeah, you'd need at least 9 years in the service. Not including the time in the academy, she has only 5."

"Ok, little boys and girls. Storytime! Gather around everyone!" Once Jack had gotten everyone's attention, he continued. "Ok, now. There's been a rumor going around in the Special Force’s clubroom the last couple of years. There was a group of highly trained operatives. Even more skilled then the average SF. They could go into an area, kill a target, retrieve information, or whatever needed to be done. In short, they were the highest skilled, strongest, and fastest combat team in the entire U.S military from any branch and went by the name 'The Pack' which was formed only a couple years ago. There were four members including, guess what? A newly minted 2nd lieutenant from the Zoo. No one knew much at the new one 'cept that it was a girl and went by the name 'Kenn' so, as word of her exploits reached our little ears such as saving high level officials, saving entire towns and sniping the heads off the kill list that doesn't exist on forced solo missions that also don't exist, we came up with a nickname for her. Kenn the Black Wolf. Clever huh?" Jack asked and continued without waiting for a response.

"Anyways, a month ago, we heard something we hoped never to hear." He grew somber. "The entire unit was wiped out on a mission in the jungles. There was only one survivor, Kenn the Black Wolf."

"Wow." she uttered, shocked.

"Yup, well, since we didn't get to interro--, uh, I mean talk to Kenn on Thursday, I figured we go pay her a visit at her house. You know, get to know her personally and whatnot."

"Do you even have her address Jack?"

"Of course I do, Danny!"

Daniel raised an eyebrow. "And how exactly did you get that information?"

Jack smiled wickedly, "I have my ways. So! Shall we go?"

Sam sighed, her head pounding from the mood whiplash. Once he got an idea stuck in his head, it was impossible to change it. Might as well go peacefully.



Thirty minutes later, the four of them stood in front of a simple and ordinary house…with a barn.

"Huh…didn't expect this." Jack commented, as he tilted his head.

"Well…this is the rural part of town. What did you expect? Luxury condos?" Daniel asked sarcastically. He didn't particularly care for being woken up at six am on his day off and, as an added insult to injury, denied his morning coffee.

"Sarcasm doesn't suit you, Danny." Jack said disapprovingly.

"Um, sir? Aren't we here to meet our new member? Shouldn't we…you know…find her?" Sam just wanted to get this over with so she could go back to sleep.

"Always the logical one, Carter."

"O'Neill, I believe I have spotted Major Buffy Summers."

"Oh, really? Where?"

"On a large four legged animal."

Sam, Daniel and Jack turned to see what Teal'c was referring to. Turned out to be exactly what two of the three had pictured. Their new teammate was actually on a horse. An extremely large and strong-looking horse.

Jack grinned as he confidently strolled toward the Major. The rest of the groups soon followed. Just as they reached halfway to the Major, something happened.

The Major cocked her head, turned toward then and locked eyes with the Colonel.

They both froze as if someone pressed the pause button on a video.

Then, everything exploded.

The black horse reared. The Major instinctively leaned forward on the saddle and wrapped her hands around the reins and tucked them toward her chest. Unfortunately, the horse's head also jerked back at the same time. Their heads met with a sickening crunch audible to even Sam, who was quite a ways from the pair.

She looked stunned for a minute. Then, her eyes rolled back and she fell sideways but remained just barely on the saddle because her feet were still on the stirrups. The horse, who still remained somewhat frightened, stiffly and slowly walked backward, the whites of its' eyes still predominate and its' breathing labored.

The group stood still. Jack was the first to react, slowly making him way toward the horse. His steps were soft. His arms held out in front of him as he murmured soft words towards the horse. As he got closer, he managed to grab ahold of the saddle. He motioned Sam, Daniel and Teal'c to come forward. The group, making sure not to make any sudden movements, made their way to their new superior. Sam was the first to arrive. She gingerly lifted the woman from her slumped position and, with the help of Daniel and Teal'c, managed to release the Major from the stirrups and gently lay her on the ground several yards away.

"Carter, go call Janet. The girl's bleeding." Jack whispered, cheerful mood effectively killed.

Sam nodded and made her way toward the car. After a few minutes of explaining the situation to the Chief Medical Officer, Sam returned to the group.

"Colonel, Janet's going to be here in 15 minutes give or take."

"Ok then. Meanwhile, what do we do about her?"

"Janet said not to move her more than necessary."

"Teal'c, ya mind putting the horse away?" Jack asked as he passed the rope to Teal'c.

"I am not aware of the procedures involved in 'putting a horse away'"

"Right," Jack said. He turned Daniel and gestured with toward Teal'c. "Daniel, go help T."

Daniel opened her mouth to protest but decided against it. He turned shaking his head and walked with Teal'c.

Jack turned to Sam and asked, "What should we do with the girl? I don't think leaving her on the ground bleeding would please the Doc."

"Well…we could always take her inside the house." suggested Sam.

"That won't be necessary." a voice said behind the pair.

Jack and Sam shot each other surprised looks before they turned around.

The Major glared at them, absolute fury coming out for every pore in her body. "Now, tell me, who the hell are you and why the hell am I bleeding?"

"Uh…well…we're your new team. This is Captain Samantha Carter and I'm Colonel Jack O'Neill, two L's by the way, The bleeding…well… it wasn't our fault. It's was your horse-"

"Wait, wait, wait. What happened to my horse? Where is he?" she asked with a hint of panic in her voice.

"Teal'c and Daniel took him inside the barn." Sam said.

"What?!" Buffy yelled. She turned toward the barn, ignoring the blood that raced down her face. She barely remembered to keep her speed in check, she had to be mindful of the the pair following her. She reached the barn and yanked the door open.

Her eyes scanned the interior of the barn. She spotted a nerdy guy and gigantic well-built guy manhandling her horse.

Oh, to say that she was pissed would be an understatement.

"Get your hands off my horse!" She yelled, her eye glistening with fury and a twinge of worry.

"Ok, ok." said Daniel as he backed away with his hand held out in front of him.

"Now, back away slowly, no sudden movements, both of you." she commanded softly.

"What is the meaning of this?" Teal'c asked.

"My horse is gets extremely agitated when people who he doesn’t know handle him. The shock of what just happened must have delayed the response but I can't be certain when it will break loose."

"Oh my." Daniel whispered.

"Yes, 'Oh my'! You’re lucky he didn't gut you." Buffy yelled.

Daniel blenched.

Teal'c, face impassive as usual, moved toward her and the barn, making sure she and the horse were in full view. Daniel soon followed, albeit rather clumsily.

"Close the door on your way out." she whispered over her shoulder.

Then, the red door shut, enclosing her along with Shadow.

Daniel and Teal'c turned and looked at each other.

"I was almost killed. On a farm, by a horse, gutted!"

"DanielJackson, I would not have allowed such a thing happen. As a boy, I have taken down much larger animals barehanded."

"Somehow, that doesn't make me feel better."

Teal'c, opening his mouth to reply, was interrupted by incoming panting.

"Te…Tea…ugh…Man, I need to work out more. Damn…That girl in fast…"

"I've never seen anyone move that fast…" Sam exclaimed wide-eyed and slightly out of breath herself.

A second after the still air-deprived Sam said those words, the person in question appeared.

Wrinkled clothing, blood still sliding down the side of her face, emerald eyes blazing.

"I believe your visit is over."

"Um, we apologize for-"

"For this small cut? Please, this is nothing. What I don't particularly care for was you messing with my horse."

"Eh, well-."

"Well nothing. I want all of your off my property." When none of then moved, she narrowed her eyes and said, "Now."

With that the group left.

She rubbed her head, feeling a headache coming on. She went into her house and made herself hot chocolate. Just as she had gotten comfortable, the doorbell rang, its shrill ring digging inside her aching skull.

She tipped her head back on the couch and let out a groan. After a few more rings, she pulled herself off the couch and made her way toward the front door and opened it.

"Yea?" she unceremoniously answered the door.

"Major Summers, what the hell did you do to yourself? You haven't even officially meet SG-1 yet and you're still injured!" Janet Frazier yelled as she barged into her home. The Chief Medical Officer lugged her kit onto the kitchen table with an impressive crack.

"I didn't do anything! If they hadn't distracted me when I was on Shadow, I woulda felt him jerk up!" Kenn said defensively.

"Stop blaming them for your carelessness. Now, let me take care of your injuries."

"No way! I'm fine."

"The hell you are. Now sit down on the damn couch while I get my supplies."

"Fine." Buffy said, pouting.

"Now, Kenn, how are your eyes?"

"They're ok. Hadn't had any blind spots."

"And that scratch on your forehead?"

"Its all right."

"Yes. The dried blood all over you just screams all right." Janet said sarcastically.

"Oh." In all the commotion, she'd forgotten about that. Now, her shirt was covered by large droplets of the deep red substance. Great. That went her favorite shirt. She sighed and turned her attention back to Janet just in time to see the despised penlight exit out of the medical kit. "Oh come on!" She exclaimed. "Is that thing really necessary?"

"Yes. I have to check your eyes. Look at me." Buffy complied and she had the intense and completely unnecessary penlight shined into her eyes.

"Ugh."

"Get over it. Well, it seems the pupils seem to be just fine. The only thing left to do is to take care of that scratch." After that was taken care of, Janet sat down on the well-used couch and looked straight at Buffy. "Tell me why you’re really mad."

Buffy leaned back and draped her arm over her face. Janet watched as a single tear made its way down her cheek. Then she watched as the single tear became many.

"The- they seem so much like them. Even this first meeting, it was just like when I met the crew back when I was just a 2nd Lieutenant."

"Oh, Kenn." Janet said. She made her way toward the sobbing Major and pulled her into a hug, rubbing her back as the 26 year old sobbed into her shirt.

Janet stayed for the remainder of the day.


August 6, 1998
0854



It was the same procedure she had done the first time she arrived at the Mountain.

Nevertheless something was different. Well, the procedure was the same. It was her that was different.

Now, she wore lovely white gauze around her head.

Great. Just great.

She walked toward the 'Stargate' as she was informed the giant rock ring was called. Apparently, the Stargate was a worm hole that transported someone to another planet. The 'traveler' would be broken down into subatomic particles as they entered and be reassembled as they passed through the receiving Gate.

She spent over 3 hours trying to make sense of the packet handed to her by that bastard O'Neill. He acted like Colonel Sutlers.

All play, no work, horrid handwriting, confusing word choices, earned cocky attitude, lob all the accursed paperwork at the rank underneath and leaving the most important information at the bottom of a pile of papers.

Like a memo that changes the days' meeting from 1200 to 0900.

She sighed. How she was going to make it through another day with the team the reminded her so much of the 'Pack' she didn't know.

She sighed again as the doors the meeting room came into her sights.

Bracing herself, she opened the door and stepped inside.


A/N: It seems my largely unimaginative brain takes about a month to churn out the 2k-word chapters. Well, better that then nothing, eh? Guess that is what happens when you make a story without a clear plot.

How does Janet know Buffy? This question will be answered in the next chapter…hopefully.

Reviews welcome.


Memory is what makes us young or old.
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