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Summary: Buffy's dive off the tower into Glory's portal has her falling through the Chaapa'ai and leading the people she finds to freedom. What happens when she meets SG1 and has the possibility of returning to the home she left behind.*Nominated for a 2007 CoA*

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Stargate > Buffy-Centered > Pairing: Jack O'NeillkimbclarFR183036,65527297249,7961 Jan 063 Sep 07No

Breakfast with Bronwyn

Disclaimer: I own nothing of either BTVS or Stargate.

A/N: Just a little interlude in SG-1's visit to Ravenna

CHAPTER SEVEN – Breakfast with Bronwyn

Village – Buffy’s House – Next Morning

As the sun rose so did the household. SG-1 came down the stairs greeted by the sound of a three year old in negotiations over the merits of a nutritious breakfast.

“No momma, don’ wan’ to eat it. Is yucky!” Bronwyn firmly stated and pushed a bowl of what looked like oatmeal across the table so hard it nearly fell off the edge.

A clearly frustrated mother exclaimed loudly as she pulled the bowl back toward them, “Bronwyn, don’t do that!”

Jack lead his team to the table. “What seems to be the problem here young lady?”

“Nothin. I don’ wan eat dis yucky stuff,” she said and again pushed the bowl away.

The bowl was only saved from the floor this time by Jack’s quick hand. He took it and stirred the contents. “Well this looks pretty good to me. Why exactly don’t you want it?” he asked leaning toward the small girl with a grin on his face.

“It don tasted good. Is not sweet!” the little girl cried indignantly.

“Well, if I made it sweeter would you eat it then?” Jack asked with a sly wink at Buffy.

The little girl sat twisting her finger in her hair. “Maybe.”

“Okay, let’s see what we can do to make this sweeter.” Jack quickly stood and crossed the room to his pack and deftly began to search through its pockets. Finally, he found what he was looking for and drew out a small Ziploc baggy.

Bronwyn watched his actions intently as did her mother but only more covertly. Jack walked back to the table with his prize. He opened the baggy and drew out several small white packets.

Her eyes wide the little girl asked, “Was that?”

“Oh this is the best thing ever. Sugar. Guaranteed to make this the best breakfast ever.” Jack then tore open two of the packets and poured them into the bowl and stirred the oatmeal like concoction. Then he took a spoon full of the substance and tasted it. “Yum!”

Bronwyn by this time was staring at the bowl. “I wan some.”

“You do, do you? I’m not so sure. It tastes so good maybe I don’t want to share.”

At this the little girl began to bounce in her seat crying, “Peas! Peas!”

At this Jack smiled. “Well, if you put it that way,” and he passed the bowl to the child who began eating with evident glee.

Jack turned to look at Buffy who was smiling broadly at him. She mouthed a silent thank you and turned to watch her daughter eat.
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