Title: Paternal Affectation
Author: Charley (firstname.lastname@example.org)
Rated: FR13 for now. Possibly higher later but no more than R.
Pairing: None for now.... email your suggestions.
Disclaimer: SG-1 belongs to MGM et al. BtVS belongs to Joss et al. Situation is mine.
Distribution: fangirlexperiment.com, tth. If you want it, please let me know.
Authors Notes: This is a WIP and I'm not really sure where it's going but if you like it please let me know :) Oh, and this is un-beta'd but I have proofed it so it shouldn't be too bad.
A/N #2: Season 7 of Buffy is the same year as season 7 of SG-1. This means that Faith is only about 20 (I worked this all out but can't find my notes) and is about 3 years older than Jack's son Charlie would have been. I will put these notes in properly when I find where I put them in the chaos that is my desk. Also, I will be adding and deleting from the various 'verses. Consider it AU from about season 6 onwards...
A/N #3: This is NOT a response to my challenge. That will be later in the week ;)
Summary: Faith gets a family and a new chance at life in the wide, wild universe.
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Pencils ready.... Commence......
She'd had a dream like this, a long white tunnel flooded with light. Of course in the dream her wrists and ankles hadn't been chained and she hadn't been wearing flourescent orange so.... So she was awake. She was still in prison and someone wanted to see her. Was it time for Lilah to come and gloat about being free while she was still behind bars already this month? She sighed while she and the guard waited for the lock to buzz and the door to open. The guard allowed her to lead into the secure visiting area. They had learned early on that though she was quiet and withdrawn she could give as good as she got. Everyone left her alone now and she was glad. She never hated being the slayer more than now. Being locked up for what began as a mistake and then spiralled out of control because of her own pride and stupidity was physically frustrating. She needed to get out and she needed to stop thinking like this. She didn't want to go crazy and she was heading in that direction. Quickly. She couldn't get out so she had to deal. Maybe Angel had come to see her again. She hadn't seen him in a few months but he was a busy vampire and being a vampire meant getting in to see her was difficult with the sunny Californian weather being sunny as it so often was.
She waited paitently as her restraints were removed and she was shown to a seat. To say she was surprised by her visitor would be an understatement. His hair was greyer than the last time she had seen him, shorter too, and he looked older - around the eyes there was a tightness that hadn't been there before. Otherwise he looked the way she remembered him. She had been in Sunnydale for 6 months when he had managed to get a few days leave. She hadn't wanted to see him then and had mixed feelings about seeing him now. And for the millionth time she cursed her mother.
She picked up the phone and leaned her free hand against the desk, refusing to sit. "How did you find out?"
"Faith?" His question asked so much more. What did she do to end up here? Why had she stayed? How were they treating her? Was she ok?
She finally sat down with a expulsion of air that could have been a sigh. "Hey Jack, long time no see."
He looked confused, sad and frustrated by her response. He reminded himself that she was angry and probably scared though she'd never admit it. He hadn't known or he'd have come sooner but she had demanded that he never try to contact her again after their last meeting and he understood why she felt that way. But he'd looked for her on a whim one afternoon while avoiding paperwork and been shocked to see she was in prison. He also reminded himself that he had decided he wouldn't let her goad his temper. She was the only person who was more successful than Daniel in pushing his buttons but that was no real surprise. She was part him. But he still would have come, written, called. They were family after all. "Why didn't you call me?"
She leaned forward to glare at him through the shatterproof glass. "And say what *Dad*? Oops! I failed in my sacred duty and killed someone?" she hissed at him.
"Don't blame me Faith. Your mother lied to both of us. You know how much I'd have done if I'd known you were mine. How much I'd have done if I'd known about this," he said, gesturing to the prison walls. "How much I'd have done if you'd let me. As it is you're up for parole for good behaviour and it's been arranged that you'll come with me to Colorado as your only living relative."
"As the only person who wants me you mean?"
"At least you're admitting it now. I want you as part of my life and though I can't make up for the past Faith I can help you now. But it's up to you. Will you let me help?"
Faith didn't have to think about this. She'd known Jack all her life though she'd only known he was her father since Sunnydale. He was an honest man and he'd do everything he could for her, parole her, support her, hold her when she cried. She needed to cry. She nodded. "Alright."
He sighed and smiled at her. "Good. They didn't want you to leave California but because of my record and because your mum sent me that paperwork, you're coming with me. Colorado's quiet Faith and the police aren't ignorant or blind. You'll have to stay out of trouble."
She nodded solmenly. "I will Jack." He looked at her and she grinned. "Alright, I'll *try* to stay out of trouble. I can promise you that at least. But we'll negotiate."
Jack shook his head and smiled at her. "I'm sure you'll try. The paperwork is being finished now. It'll take another 20 minutes to sign everything so I'll see you then."
"Alright, and Jack. Thanks."
He shrugged self-depreciatingly. "It's what dads are for Faith."