Chapter 11: Egyptian Goddess
An: This chapter was re-edited for grammar and misspelled words by my new Beta SPK. Chapter 11 Egyptian Goddess
Forty minutes later, SG-1 sat around the conference table with General Hammond, Jacob, Anise and Major Davis.
“What’s going on Jacob,” asked Jack, his eyebrows rising inquiringly.
“A Goa’uld,” Jacob said.
“Another one?” Jack said, shaking his head in disbelief.
“Yeah. We can barely keep track,” Jacob admitted with a wry smile. “This new Goa’uld has quietly risen up in ranks to be a System Lord. It has been so quiet that we barely took notice.”
“Is he a threat?” asked Carter, her brow furrowed with concern.
“‘It’s not a he,” Jacob said. “This Goa’uld is female.”
“Female?” Daniel asked his voice squeaking in surprise. He shouldn’t be; few female Goa’uld rose so high as to become System Lord. To be a System Lord, you must be tenacious, willing to do anything to keep your piece of space.
“Not another Hathor,” Jack groaned, covering his face with his hands.
“Well,” Jacob said thoughtfully. “We don’t know as much about her as we do the other ones. However, the one thing we do know about her is her name. She calls her self Ammut.”
“Ammut,” mused Daniel. “I’ve heard that name before.”
“How?” demanded Jack, shaking his head.
“I did some research on potential Goa’uld that may or may not rise up to become a System Lord.”
“Oh for crying out loud,” said Jack, throwing his hand up in exasperation. “Don’t we give you enough work to do?” he asked. Only Danny, he thought, would use his spare time to research Goa’uld. He needed to get a life. Since Sha’re was truly gone, Daniel had lost that fire that fueled him to hunt for worlds that could be allies against the Goa’uld. He no longer went to his apartment. Jack knew he had to talk to him because Daniel couldn’t continue to bury himself into work, as he does. It wasn’t healthy.
“I did it in my spare time,” Daniel admitted.
“What spare time?” Jack scoffed decisively
“That’s enough Colonel!” said General Hammond. “Good job, Doctor Jackson.”
“Spare time,” Jack muttered to himself. “With going from planet to planet, and getting injured, the space monkey has spare time.”
“Thank you General,” said Daniel, eying Jack askance. “General with your permission I would like to get the information that I have.”
“Ten minutes, Dr. Jackson,” he said, assessing the group. Everyone was eager to hear what Jacob had to say about this Goa’uld.
He disappeared quickly and his footsteps were heard thundering down the hall. After eight minutes and counting, Daniel rushed back into the room; he stopped abruptly at the threshold and inhaled a deep breath. “This is the information I gathered,” he said holding up a fat manila folder. “After the incident with Setesh, Seth, I decide to do an extensive search on both Egyptian and Greek Gods that the Goa’uld might portray,” he said walking towards a computer in the corner of the room.
“In Egyptian mythology,” he continued. “Ammut, who was sometimes called Ammit or Ahemait, was a creature which dwelled in the Hall of Ma'at awaiting judgment of the deceased that passed through there. When souls were found unworthy to dwell in the afterlife, they were devoured by her. This process of judgment involved the weighing of the deceased person's heart against the feather of Ma'at. If the heart was the seat of the soul, according to ancient Egyptians, it was found to be heavy with sin and impurities and it did not balance with the feather. Ammut would devour them.” After typing a few keys on the computer, he said. “The drawing here is how she is depicted,” said Daniel, while turning the monitor of the computer so that the group could see.
The picture on the monitor depicted a woman wearing a headdress with the head of a crocodile, the forequarters of a lion, and the hindquarters of a hippopotamus.
"So what does this Goa’uld have against us?” asked Jack, his voice heavy with sarcasm. “Did we steal her puppy?”
Daniel smothered a snort.
“Colonel!” admonished General Hammond.
“I am sorry sir,” Jack said in a grudging voice. “But you have to admit the Goa’uld aren’t above using Earth as their stomping grounds.”
“This isn't another Seth, is it?” asked the General.
“It is interesting that you asked about Setesh,” Jacob admitted. “Because like Seth, this one is also on Earth.”
There was fraught silence
“Earth!” exclaimed General Hammond. “How did a Goa’uld end up on Earth?” he demanded. “Why are we just now finding out about it?”
“Yeah, that’s what I wanna know” Jack said seething.
Jacob shrugged. “We lost another one,” he said with a frown. “Look,” he said with a placatory gesture. “I understand your concern, because I have the same concern. I just found out about it myself,” he admitted with a bitter under tone. “During Selmac’s inventory of the Goa’uld System Lords, this one never came up as a threat.”
“It’s a threat now,” said Sam quietly.
“This is a problem,” said Major Paul Davis.
“Duh!” said Jack incredulously eying them in disbelief.
Anise stood, looking arrogantly cold in a light blue unitard that clung to her curves enticingly. “Tok’ra intelligence has informed us that a Goa’uld is on Earth looking for something called the Crystal of Immortality.”
“What!” said Jack, his voice rising in alarm.
“The Crystal of Immortality,” she repeated, looking at him askance. All the color seemed to bleach from his face. “Ammut has found three pieces of this crystal and she’s looking for more.”
“The Crystal of Immortality,” mused Daniel. “I’ve never heard of it. What does it do?”
“Power,” said Anise. “It supplies power.”
“Power, Ha!” said Jacob. “What Goa’uld doesn’t want power?”
“Where is this crystal now?” asked Sam curiously.
“We don’t really know,” Anise admitted shamefaced. “But of what we do know, it is on Earth.”
“Earth? Why of all the planets are people using this one as their playing ground,” said the General with an incredulous expression on his face.
“This is something the President should know about,” Major Davis said, getting out of his chair.
“Definitely,” said General Hammond nodding his head decisively.
“Excuse me sir?” said Davis, walking to the secure red phone in the corner.
“How can we find this Ammut?” asked the General. “Since we don’t know where on Earth she is right now, how do we stop her? Do we have any ideas how to find one Goa’uld in the midst of millions of people,” he asked. “Speak up,” he barked. “Don’t be shy. Major Carter?”
“Nothing yet sir,” she admit, writing on a memo pad in front of her.
Daniel raised his hand. “I have an idea,” he said.
“Yes Dr. Jackson,” said General Hammond raising his brows in subtle imitation of Teal’c. “What is it?”
“Sir?” Jack called, moistening his suddenly dry lips.
“What idea is that?” said General Hammond to Daniel
“Sir!” said Jack.
“We can Google her, just like we did Seth.”
“Do you think it would work?”
“Sir!” said Jack said frantically.
“Yes, remember we are still dealing a Goa’uld here. They love to be worshiped. Where they are, chaos is sure to follow.”
“General Hammond!” said Teal’c. “O’Neill is trying to gather your attention,” he said.
The General looked at Teal’c abashed. “Yes Colonel, what is it?” he asked impatience in his voice and on his face.
“I have an idea as to how we can find the Crystal of Immortality.”
“Yes, yes,” he said impatiently. “We can google it,” he said with a dismissive way.
“Yes sir,” said Jack annoyed. “That could work, but I was thinking of something much simpler.”
“Well what,” he snapped angrily. He was angry, first at O’Neill but mostly at this new situation.
“My wife and her friends, sir,” Jack said quietly.
Wife? mouthed Jacob. “When did Jack marry?” he asked aside to Samantha.
“Later,” she whispered.
“What kind of help can they give?”
“The immortal kind,” he said quietly.
“Ahh,” he said, slumping back in his chair in defeat. “Please ask one the guards to get our guests,” he said, as the wind knock out of his sail. I shouldn’t have gotten up this morning,
Jack walked to the door and whispered a few instructions to one of the guard at the door. Now all they could do was to wait.
Major Davis walked back to his empty chair. “I just talked to the President. He said that any resource you needed will be at your disposal.”
“Good,” said the General.
“What did I miss?” said Major Davis, noting the tension between the General and Jack.
Hammond opened his mouth to answer, but he stopped after seeing O’Neill’s guests entering the room.
“The guard said you wanted to see me,” Buffy said, walking boldly into the room. She stared intently at both Anise and Jacob but gave them a wide berth.
“Ah, Ms. Summers,” said General Hammond frowning slightly. “Please come in.”
“Uh,” said Buffy, hesitating slightly at the door. The last time she had seen the General, he had freaked. “My friends wanted to come in too,” she said with an angelic smile.
The General sighed. “Yes, they can come in.”
“We are sorry we broke you,” she said smiling an impish smile.
“You-you didn’t,” he blustered; aware he was turning a dull red.
Her smile widened and she turned and pushed her head out the door. “You can come in,” she yelled.
“Bella!” Jack admonished with a grin.
“We are not deaf Buffy,” said Xander, shaking his head. “I think I lost all hearing in my left ear,” he muttered.
“George,” said Jacob, his eyes alight with mischief. “Are you going to introduce us to this lovely young lady?”
“I think Colonel O’Neill should have the privilege,” Hammond said with a smirk.
“Why me?” Jack whined. “Bella, please sit beside me,” he said patting the empty chair to his left. “Everyone else, find an empty chair.”
Buffy walked over to Jack and sat in his lap.
“There is an empty chair right here,” he said, looking at her incredulously.
‘Yeah,” said Buffy whispering. “But I love the feel of this seat much better.” She then wriggled enticingly, and Jack could feel himself hardening. He gave an anxious cough and looked straight ahead. “Jacob, Anise, Major,” he said abruptly. “This is my wife, Isabella O’Neill.”
“Buffy Summers,” she interjected.
“Buffy Summers!” exclaimed Paul Davis, eying the girl in disbelief.
Taken a back, Buffy said a little bit warily. “Yes.”
“The President talks about you all the time,” said Davis almost giddily.
“Oh yeah,” she said beaming. “How’s Harry?”
“Harry?” questioned Hammond. “You know the President of the United States,” he asked, blinking in surprise. He frowned, wondering why he should be surprise. Since he had woken up that morning, nothing had made sense. He seemed as if he had entered the twilight zone.
“Sure,” Buffy said shrugging. “Harry and I go way back.”
“I always thought of you as a myth,” said Paul reminiscing. “But he always describes you as a golden warrior. I thought you would be bigger.”
“Ahem,” said Jack interrupting. “Now you are done for.”
“Tiny?” she said in disbelief. “I am not tiny,” huffed Buffy. “I am the right size,” she announced through clenched teeth.
Jack rolled his eyes in exasperation. “Yes you are, mi guerrerodel petite
,” he murmured.
“Is that Spanish?” ask Daniel incredulously. “You know Spanish? He always asked me to translate text and the menu at Mexican restaurants,” Daniel announced to the room at large.
“Of course, I know Spanish, Danny,” he said. “I couldn’t live this long without knowing another language.”
Daniel just sputtered.
“Wife!” Jacob exclaimed, ignoring the banter around him. “She’s young enough to be your daughter,” he said looking at the young woman sitting in Jack’s lap.
Anise ignored the goings-on in the office. She always believed that the Tau’ri were weird. And this confirmed it. Look how the common looking blonde just sat on O’Neill’s lap. She needed to concentrate on the task at hand. But Selmac and Jacob said the Tau’ri deserved to know that a Goa’uld was in their backyard, so to speak. Now Jacob was going on about how young O’Neill’s wife was. She didn’t look that young to her, but what did she know. She shrugged. They should be looking for Ammut, not wasting time. Wait! The girl on O’Neill’s lap looked familiar. “Sekhmet?” she thought. It cannot be. She peered intently at Buffy.
“What’s your damage?” Buffy asked, looking at Anise askance.
“Sekhmet!” she gasped, and in the first time ever, Anise fainted.
“Sekhmet?” said Jacob, looking at Buffy doubtfully. He had of course heard of Sekhmet. But from what he had heard, she was dead.
“What happened?” Daniel asked looking bewildered at the prone woman.
“Medic!” Carter yelled, rushing towards the door.
“What’s happening now?” General Hammond moaned, banging his head repeatedly on the table.
“Sir?” cautioned Carter, eyeing him in disbelief. “You’d better stop doing that,” she said. “You don’t want to end up back in the infirmary.”
“Yes, General,” said Doctor Fraser, cautiously entering the room. She hesitated slightly as she felt the buzz of immortals in the room. She eyed the occupants, noting the strangers. “I might have to give you a stress test or a stress monitor,” she said. After taking a swift glance, she bent over the prone woman. “What happened?” she demanded.
There was a clamor of voices.
“One at a time,” she shouted, as her hands moved confidently over Anise. “Colonel?”
“I really don’t know. She said, or rather she screamed Sekhmet, then she dropped,” Jack said, with a wry grin at Buffy.
“Sekhmet? What’s that,” asked Janet as she tended to the girl. ”Some sort of Goa’uld name?”
“Egyptian actually,” said Daniel, polishing his glasses.
“And it was my name, a long time ago,” Buffy admitted, as she carefully watched Janet attend Anise.
For the first time since entering the room, Janet looked at Buffy. She had noticed the two young women in the room. Both were young, but the young woman in front of her was giving off an immortal vibe, so she was definitely Jack’s wife. I wonder how old she was when she first died?
“Is she going to be okay?” Buffy asked. She felt like she’d just entered the twilight zone, or had fallen down a rabbit hole, like Alice. It would have surprised Buffy to know that she and the General were thinking along the same lines. She didn’t have a problem with him. But he was military and an authority figure. She roamed the room aimlessly, ignoring the people on the floor. Jack gave her a small wink, and her lips curled up briefly. Even after these years, Jack knew her. He was probably thinking she was wigging out about hearing the name Sekhmet. If she had heard it two days ago, maybe, but coming on this trip had made her realize that having that thing be apart of her, made her the person she was today. Sure she wigged when she found herself with the Tok’ra, but that was after being confronted with an enemy she didn’t expect to see after all these years.
Buffy remembered how it felt all those years ago, when she had woken up immortal. That was freaky in itself. But after living on the Hellmouth for so long, she hadn’t missed being in the Immortal game; now in the last forty-eight hours, not only had she fought one immortal, but she was surrounded by them. And the Slayer part of her was feeling wigged out being in the same room with the Tok’ra. She had to learn how to deal with them, like how she had dealt with Angel being a vampire. She had to put the unnatural feelings they give off into the background. At first she couldn’t control it, but now it was like a good itch, not an irritating one.
“She will be fine,” said Janet, breaking a small vial under Anise’s nose. “It looks like she fainted.”
“Whoo,” cried Anise, opening her eyes. “What happened?” she asked embarrassed, looking around at the curious eyes.
“You fainted,” Janet said succinctly.
“What?!” Anise said. “It cannot be. My symbiote would correct any imbalance.”
“Shock would do that to you,” Jack said.
She shook her head in disbelief, unwilling to admit she had fainted.
Jacob wandered over to Anise, and picked her up as his eyes flashed gold.
“Whoa!” said Xander, backing up in a corner. “That guy’s eyes are glowing,” he yelped.
“That’s how, we can tell the difference between the hosts and the symbiote,” said Daniel, “that and the deep voice.”
“This cannot be,”
said Selmac. “Sekhmet died during the rebellion of Ra’s first occupation on Earth. We all know this
,” he said. “Sekhmet was powerful, some say she was more destructive than Ra. At the time we believed Ra had feared her. She couldn’t be alive”
Everyone turned to look at Buffy. She shrugged. She wasn’t the first host of Sekhmet, but she was the last. As a Goa’uld, she had to do terrible things. One cannot imagine, unless they had gone through the same things, how it felt to know it was your hands doing all manner of atrocities. But her life as a Goa’uld was in the past, and she couldn’t be made to feel guilty about something she had no control of…now the other things she had done, not as Sekhmet but as herself; thinking about it brought out the guilties.
“Yes,” said Buffy. “I was once called Sekhmet, but she died during that rebellion.”
“How can that be?” said Jacob looking at the young woman in front of him. "Ra’s life on Earth was many years ago. How could it be that Sekhmet is alive?”
General Hammond sighed. I’m getting a headache, he thought.
"She's not," Buffy said softly. "I am."
Jack groaned. "I just knew that I shouldn’t have woken up this morning." Buffy elbowed him in his stomach. “I wasn’t thinking of you, Bella,” he said, rubbing the hurt away.
“You’d better not have,” she muttered.
“I had a thought that everything I said would stay between SG-1,” Jack said with a sigh. “I guess I was being naïve or optimistic. Look,” Jack said rubbing his hand across his face. I need a shave, he thought, caressing the minute beard on his chin. “What you are going hear is a secret and we don’t want to bandy it around.”
Everyone walked back to this or her vacated chair.
“I’m immortal," Jack said boldly
Jacob shook his head in disbelief. “What! I thought I heard you say you are immortal?”
Jacob’s eyes widened and his breath hitched. “I have to sit down for this,” he said.
Across the room, Paul Davis dropped heavily into a chair with a thump. “What? What?” he said, looking uncertainly at Jack.
“You are having me on,” said Jacob, with a laugh. “Ha, Aha. You got me,” he said looking around the room. No one seemed to be laughing. “You’re all in this together,” he accused, his eyes brimming with tearful laughter.
“Its no joke Dad,” said Carter wryly, her eyes darkened with some unidentifiable emotion. “We were told earlier before you got here,” she admits.
“No wonder you seemed to have a nervous breakdown, George,” Jacob said with a frown. “I think I am having one now.”
“Dad?” said Sam reaching for father with a concerned air.
“I’m fine,” he said, waving her away with an impatient gesture. “Let me get this right,” he said to Jack. “You said you are immortal, and you are married to a woman who was once the Goa’uld Sekhmet.”
“Yes,” said Jack. “You see, that was the reason we were able to survive the Goa’uld. Isabella and I were taken as hosts during Ra’s occupation. Because of our immortality, which we didn’t know of at the time, we were able to survive during the rebellion. When our bodies were badly wounded, the Goa’uld left thinking we were dead.”
“Only SG-1,” said Paul Davis, listening in disbelief. “Immortal,” he muttered. He thought he had heard it all.
“Yes,” the General, agreeing with the man.
"So you cannot die,” said Jacob, astonished. He was watching both Jack and Buffy like a test subject in a science lab. "Fascinating," he said with a shake of his head. He had never thought several years ago when he was dying of cancer, that he would have a chance to live. Now after the blending with Selmac, he thought he had seen and heard it all. But those were minor blips compared to what he had just heard. As the Major said, only SG-1.
"Well yes," said Jack, not willing to go into the specifics. Something must remain a secret.
"My God," he breathed, reeling with astonishment. "How old are you?"
"Definitely older than you," Jack said with a smirk.
“That old, huh,” he said suddenly feeling tired. He cocked his head to one side, listening to an internal voice, only he could hear. His eyes flashed gold and Selmac began to talk. "During my travels I had of course heard of long-lived humans, and the Tok'ra had been actively seeking to interview such persons. But we never had the chance
," she said.
Buffy eyed Jacob cautiously. "What would you have done,” she asked. “If you had met an immortal before,” she asked with an inward shudder.
“We would ascertain, if they would be willing to become hosts,”
Selmac said. “All of our hosts are long-lived due to the fact of our symbiotic relationship. It would be wonderful if our hosts would not die.”
“Is that it?” Buffy asked derisively. “What about the immortals themselves? Suppose they didn’t want a snakehead burrowing through their body?”
‘Ms. Summers,” warned General Hammond.
Jacob eyes snapped a bright and anger gold. “We don’t care to be called snakeheads.”
“I call it, how I see it,” Buffy snapped. “I see it’s about using people. Do you care that some people do not like the idea of something inside their body taking over, using them to walk and talk?”
“Ms. Summers, we are not the Goa’uld,”
said Selmac aggrieved. “We listen to our hosts and we do grieve when our hosts die
“Whoopee,” Buffy said sarcastically.
“That’s enough!” said General Hammond. “The Tok’ra are our allies and guests here.”
“Well so I am,” Buffy said.
“You are an interloper,” said General Hammond, his brow pulled into an affronted frown. “An unwelcome one at that.”
“Well,” said Buffy, stunned by his cool dismissal.
“General Hammond!” said Daniel, his tone was coolly disapproving.
“General, I don’t know you,” said Methos, a silken thread of warning in his voice. “But you better retract what you just said.”
Hammond looked around the room, seeing hurt and disappointment on some faces, while others avoided his gaze. “I am sorry,” he said, his tone apologetic. “As a General in the Air Force I used to be diplomatic, but in the last few hours diplomacy seemed to desert me and left me floundering out of my depths,” he said placating. “What I said to you, Ms. Summers, cannot be unspoken, no matter how I wish otherwise, but I can apologize.”
“Well then, you don’t have to deal with me any longer,” Buffy said without inflection. “It’s not like I like your prison.”
“It’s not a prison,” Hammond denied gruffly.
“But, we would like to see daylight or breathe real air. We will sign any form you would like, and I would just like it to go both ways. Whatever we tell you must remain between us, in this room. No one else. It would make me angry if someone leaked our secrets,” Buffy blurted, scarcely aware of her own voice. “You wouldn’t want to see me when I’m angry.”
“Did you just threaten us?” asked Sam shocked. “Did she just threaten us?” she asked the room at large.
“Bella!” Jack muttered, closing his eyes as if in pain. “Why me?” he wondered aloud.
General Hammond smiled a wry smile. Jack O’Neill is finally getting what he deserves.
Buffy shrugged negligently. “If you want to take it as a threat, then it’s a threat,” she said, her face hardening. “If you mess with me and mine, you will be hurt, and that’s a fact.”
“It is a threat,” Sam exclaimed, jumping up in a protective mode. “You cannot go around threatening United States officers,” she said, the light of battle lit her eyes a bright blue.
“I can’t?” Buffy questioned. Her tone had become chilly.
“Stand down,” snapped Hammond, feeling his knees began to quake. He didn’t know what was going on, but whatever it was, he didn’t like it.
“Yes,” Carter said fiercely, ignoring the General. “Who do you think you are?” she demanded.
“I am nobody,” Buffy said coldly, her nostrils flaring. “But don’t comply with my wishes, then you will see somebody you don’t wish to meet.”
Adam rolled his eyes and hid a grin. Same old Bella, he thought.
“Major Carter, stand down!” Hammond yelled.
Carter’s face grew hard and resentful.
“Stand down, I say,” said Hammond, bolting out of his chair and slamming his fist on the table. “Now, Major Carter!”
“Yes Sir,” Carter said grudgingly, eying Buffy with a flat and expressionless stare.
“Bella,” Jack said quietly. “That’s enough.”
Buffy looked at him with eyes cold as a desert wind.
“Bella?” Adam called. “Sit,” he said motioning her to an empty chair.
She hesitated, but with a jerky nod, walked towards the chair.
Everyone gaped in stunned silence at what had just taken place. The Scoobies and Giles wondered if they really knew Buffy Summers. By what they had just witnessed, their guess would be apparently not. But to the S.G.C, what they had just witnessed of Major Carter was out of character for her. In battles and in life, she always had the cooler head. Jack was the one who would go off half-cocked, but not Major Samantha Carter. If Daniel wasn’t there to negotiate in any interplanetary treaty, they would send Sam. But what they saw was not a diplomat, but a jealous girlfriend.
Hammond sighed. The eyes that rested on Carter were gentle with understanding. He knew nothing overt or sexual in nature had ever happened between Major Carter and Colonel O’Neill. And he also knew about the unspoken bond between them, so he understood what the Major would be feeling having learned of another life from what they had known about him. Right now, he was feeling anger, resentment, even a little bit of suspicion about what he still didn’t know about Colonel Jonathan O’Neill. And he could bet the others were feeling the same way too, doubly so, because they worked with him. But in his eyes, Major Carter was attributing an emotion he didn’t think the others were. And that was jealousy.
“I understand, your point of view,” said General Hammond responding to Buffy’s question “We don’t want to tell the world that immortals exist. That would defeat the purpose of a secret, but you have to understand that we do have to tell at least a couple of people, if not about you and the immortals, but about the information that Jacob and Anise just brought us.”
“Yeah,” said Paul Davis, stirring uneasily in his chair. He didn’t know what had just went on, and didn’t want to know. If he stayed ignorant, he could deny it every happened. Plausible deniability. “The President needs to know.”
“No, he already knows about Immortals,” Buffy admitted, her voice with inflection.
“He does?” said Hammond. There was a slight tinge of surprise in his voice.
“Yeah,” said Buffy matter-of-factly. “When I said I knew Harry, I knew him. I met him when he was fourteen years old. I saved him, from some unsavory gang (insert vampire here).
But throughout the years, I kept an eye on him. He was very idealistic as a child, and he wanted to make a difference. He wanted to run for office. I had of course tried to dissuade him, because I knew that most politicians become corrupt and power hungry and I didn’t want to see that young man I knew turn into this evil thing. Then he set out to prove me wrong. He kept my secret all these years, while I got to keep a few of his.”
“I forgot about that,” said Adam softly, eying her with tenderness. “I thought after Christiana, you wouldn’t take care of another child.”
“Who’s Christiana?” Willow asked softly, eying Buffy’s suddenly pale face.
“Our daughter,” Jack said abruptly.