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Summary: SG-1's Dr. Jackson has a daughter. She's short, blonde, and a vampire slayer. Too bad nobody told him.

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Stargate > Buffy-Centered > Theme: Buffy's Real Family(Current Donor)RudesMomFR154351,9361091016504,48226 Feb 0611 Dec 12No

Chapter 9

Colorado Springs

Daniel answered the phone before the second ring. “Dr. Jackson...”

Cassie slouched back on her end of the couch and waited. Was this the mysterious phone call? Daniel's next words dispelled that hope.

“Can't Satterfield handle the translation?”

Daniel ditching work? Damn, she had to find out what was going on with that letter.

“Fine Sam. When will the car be here?” He hung up the phone.

“Daniel?”

“SG-9 just brought back some scrolls that the General wants translated ASAP. Satterfield is unavailable so he got Brightman to okay my coming in.” He stood up and headed into his bedroom for some clean clothes.

“I can wait for the call if you'd like.”

“No that's okay. I'll call Dawn before I leave and let her know that I'll be out for a while.”

Cassie smiled as the bedroom door closed. So, the sister's name is Dawn. It wasn't much but at least it was a start.

Washington, DC

“Well, that was fun.” He surveyed the crumpled bodies surrounding them. The altercation had been short, lasting only a minute or so before the five muggers kissed the pavement.

She looked at her companion with more than a little approval. She had deliberately hung back in the brief fight to see what her companion was made of. For an old guy of the human variety, his skills were more than impressive. He had to have close to thirty years on Riley but Buffy thought that the general could have taken her former boyfriend in a fair, or not so fair, fight. “Guessing you weren't always a desk jockey.”

“Just for the last two years. And you know, you could have been a bit more helpful here.”

“True,” Buffy agreed, unrepentant. “So, kicked upstairs?”

“For my sins.”

“And still missing the action?”

“Yeah. It used to be a whole lot simpler. See the bad guys, kill the bad guys. I'm not allowed to shoot the paperwork and shooting the bean counters and politicians would only create more paperwork.”

“I feel your pain.” At his incredulous look, she elaborated. “For almost eight years I was just a Slayer and then the old Council went buh-bye. The last two years we've been picking up the pieces. I got stuck with rebuilding the European branch.”

“Miss the action too?”

“Not really, well sometimes. By the time Sunnydale was destroyed, action girl was just about actioned out. I went from active slaying to approving purchase orders and playing nursemaid to a bunch of newbie watchers and baby-slayers. What I really missed was the lack of responsibility. Before, it was just save the world and keep my family and friends safe. I had my sister with me but my friends were spread out over the globe. I couldn't even try to keep them safe. It's not that they aren't capable, they are. It's just,” she shrugged.

The general nodded.

One of the muggers began to moan as he regained consciousness.

O'Neill reached into his pocket for his cell phone. As he started to punch in some numbers, Buffy asked “911?”

He nodded.

“Do you have to?”

“You have a problem with the police?”

“Not exactly, I just don't need the attention.”

“Well we can't leave them here.”

“Why not?” She pouted. “It's not like they're going to freeze out here or something.”

He didn't budge.

She gave in. “Fine, make the call, just as long as I get to play the damsel in distress saved by the big, strong man.”

“Cute Summers.”

Colorado Springs

Dawn was sprawled on the couch watching CNN when the telephone rang.

“Summer residence...hold on just a sec, let me turn down the volume.” She fiddled with the control and jumped as the volume spiked before she found the mute button. “So, how's Washington? When are you coming home? Why haven't you called Dr. Jackson yet?”

She adjusted the pillow behind her head as Buffy filled her in.

“You should have called him earlier. He got called back to work for some project that his boss said wouldn't wait...No, he didn't know he'd get home but he said he'd call when he did...So, what's the general like?...No way, seriously? A hottie? You have so got to get over this older man phase...Yeah, yeah, I know, just admiring the workmanship, yada yada. Guess it's a good thing Giles didn't send Faith.”

Washington, DC

Buffy smirked. “I don't know. Somehow, I think she might have met her match...Not that way, at least I don't think so. I'm mean he's fit and all, but...She'd have mussed up Col. Davis though...That's the guy O'Neill sent to airport to pick me up...Watch it, brat. Anyhow, you should have seen his face when I asked him about where the mall was... Yep, blonde California ditz.”

She rolled onto her stomach and waited for her sister to stop laughing before changing the subject.

“So, he got called back to work?...Well, its probably for the best. This is going to be awkward enough without doing it by telephone...I've got an early morning meeting with the general and then an 11 a.m. flight home...Yeah, my date's still on, good thing I don't need much sleep...Okay, maybe I do need some sleep but get your mind out of the gutter little sis...And you wonder why I haven't introduced you to Jay yet. Ever think that I might be protecting him from you?”

Colorado Springs

“So, how's the translation going?” Sam stood in the doorway to Daniel's office.

“What?” The startled archaeologist looked up. “Oh, hi Sam.”

“The translation?”

“Almost done. I think the general's going to be disappointed though.” He sat up and stretched. “Apparently the locals had been using the Stargate as a trade route. So unless General Landry is looking for a supplier of hak'ni or blith stone, and I don't have any idea what either of those things are, the information is pretty useless other that providing some new gate addresses.”

“New addresses?”

“I think so. Here, take a look.”

“I'll take your word for it.” She cleared off a chair and sat down. “I really wanted to speak to you about something else.”

“It's gone through then?”

“As of 0800 tomorrow, SG-1 is officially disbanded. Teal'c will be staying on Dakara for now and I've been transfered to Area 51. You've been assigned to the Daedalus. It will be departing for Atlantis in ten days.”
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