A/N #1:On the subject of ages.... Season 7 of Buffy is the same year as season 7 of SG-1. This story is taking place during season 7 of Buffy which I haven't seen and will not be referencing. This means that Faith is 21. Jack's deceased son Charlie would have been 17 if he were alive. (Faith is a year younger than Buffy, who is 22 in season 7. Charlie was 10 when he died, which was before the Stargate movie. The movie took place a year before the tv series started.) I will be adding and deleting from the various 'verses at will so, consider it AU from about sometime during season 7 onwards...
A/N #2: This story will take place within no more than seven days so parts 1 and 2 and this part all take place on a day I have decided is Tuesday :) Future parts will be marked accordingly.
Title: Paternal Affectation
The key rasped in the lock as Jack unlocked the door. He flicked lights on as he entered the house. "Ok, so we've done the hardest thing and managed not to kill each other within 5 minutes of contact. Now the next most difficult thing, sharing space and deciding what you want to do with yourself."
"What do you mean?" she asked.
He led her through the large house to what was the guest room and would now be her room. "It may sound great now but lounging around watching the Simpsons all day gets boring quickly."
"Speaking from experience?" She looked around the room. It was large but then, compared with a jail cell, the bathroom on a plane was large.
"Yeah actually. They're funny but they stop being laugh out loud funny after the 50th episode or so in a row."
"Dude!" Faith said in awe. "That's a lot of Homer."
Jack nodded. "If you want to repaint, change the curtains or anything let me know. We can go out and buy stuff later."
She nodded and put her bag on the bed. It was smaller than Jacks sports bag and held everything in the world that was hers, two changes of clothes and her empty purse.
"So, what do you want to do with yourself? Find a job? Study? What?"
She sat on the bed, bouncing a bit to test the mattress. It actually bounced back. No fleas, ticks or mites, white sheets not grey and mattress springs. Luxury! "Never really thought about it and with my record I can't get into law enforcement or the military which I'd probably be pretty good at."
Jack was nodding slowly and leaned against the doorframe. "You didn't finish High School."
Faith shrugged. "The demons were more important."
"D'you think you'd like to finish High School?"
She shrugged again. "I don't really have any plans Jack. The prison sentence sucked any thoughts of potential out of me."
"You're a smart young woman Faith and you're going to live a lot longer than you thought. I know that's what you were thinking, that Slayers die young. Well, you haven't and you won't so how about working toward your future?"
She was quiet for a long time, chewing on her lip. "It's weird hearing you say that."
"Encouraging me to get an education. You're essentially a glorified grunt -"
"Pilots have to be good at maths you know and Majors don't get to be Majors without a Masters."
She unfolded her hands in her lap and regarded him with a new expression, one of curiosity. She hadn't really considered that anyone in the military had to be able to think outside of taking orders. "You have a Masters degree?"
It was Jack's turn to shrug. "Sure. In English. I'm working on my PhD in Astronomy."
She thought about that for a moment. "That's kinda cool actually."
"Not that I'm any good at studying. I suck at it actually. But I enjoy both of those subjects so that's half the battle won," he smiled and straightened up. "I'm just telling you it's not too late and I have a couple of friends who would be glad to help you."
"I just don't know what I would study you know? I'm good with weapons... I guess I could major in PE or... do they do a subject on ancient weapons and how to use them?"
"You'd have to ask Daniel. He's an archaeologist and anthropologist and one of those nerdy humanities types."
She was chuckling as she said, "But you sound really fond of him."
Jack smiled. "He's my best friend. We're nothing a like but that's what works for us."
"I'll think about it. Maybe I can do sport and history. With this Daniel guy's help, if he'll help me..."
"You won't be able to stop him," Jack said wryly.
"I should be able to remember that stuff," she continued. "All those dates are really boring but it's finding out how they lived without everything we have and all those personal things that makes it interesting."
"No. You will not become an anthropologist," Jack said, obviously alarmed. "I forbid it. One Daniel in my life is enough thanks. Now, let's go. We need to go shopping. I'm going to run out of food with you here."
"Are you saying I eat too much or I'm fat?"
He looked like a deer caught in the headlights for a moment. "Uh. No. Not at all. You look great and I'm not just saying that cause I'm your dad."
"No. You're just saying that cause you know I could kick your butt for insinuating that I'm fat."
"But I didn't. You need clothes?"
"See, you think I'm fat!" she declared.
Jack's voice rose with his exasperation. "You have two outfits and that's it Faith! How can asking if you need clothes mean I think you're fat?"
Faith was as stunned as Jack was when she burst into tears. "I was only joking but you're really trying to be great about all of this aren't you? I don't deserve this."
"Uh... hey now." He pulled her into a hug that was awkward at first but soon relaxed into comfort. "This has been a bit of a shock for both of us. Me finding out you were in prison, you getting out of prison and both of us just starting to get used to each other but we can do this Faith. We're O'Neills and that means we're bred strong. So, let's go and get you some new clothes, a bank account, find out about schooling through a college and chill at the movies and I'll take you to dinner at O'Malley's.... if they'll let me in yet."
"It's a long story and some of it has to do with work so it's classified but I can tell you there was a bit of a brawl and me and two of my team members were banned from the bar."
Faith sniffled. "You?"
"Hey! Colonel not a saint."
Faith laughed again. "Thanks Jack. For all of this, you know?"
"We all need a break sometime. Just be grateful I haven't told mom about you yet. She'll be here by the end of the month when she finds out," he grimaced.