See previous chapters. Nothing has changed. Still own nothing but the plot and since this is a derivative work I really don't own it either.
Just after 10 a.m. Cara stumbled downstairs and into the kitchen following the smell of fresh coffee. She grabbed the mug sitting next to the coffee pot and poured a generous amount into it before adding some milk from the refrigerator.
She turned around to find her father at the kitchen table with the morning paper. “Hi, Dad.”
He carefully folded the paper and placed it on the table. “I heard you come in around one last night.”
“I told Mom I was going to be late. It was a double feature.”
“They still have those?”
“Sometimes,” she said as she sat down and took a sip of her coffee.
“So, who were you with?”
Her father gave her the 'look.'
“She's in one of my classes. I've told Mom about her. She lives in town with her older sister.”
“And Dawn rides a motorcycle?” There was an underlying tone of disapproval in his voice.
“How did you know?”
“Your mother sleeps like the dead, I don't.”
“Where is Mom?”
“Doing some shopping. Now, back to the motorcycle. You know how we feel about them.”
“I know. We were going to go by car. Dawn had borrowed her sister's car since she was out of town. Then her sister came home earlier than expected and she needed the car to meet someone. They swapped rides.”
The telephone rang and Cara picked it up.
She handed it to her father, “it's for you Dad.”
“Siler here.”Washington, DC
Jack was rather pleased with himself. It was early afternoon before his curiosity had finally gotten the better of him. Now, the only question was who was he going to try pumping for information. Teal'c was out of the question as he was currently off world. Hank claimed he didn't know why Daniel had turned down the assignment on the Daedalus. Given that Daniel could play things pretty close to the vest, he'd give Hank the benefit of the doubt for now.
He decided not to call Carter. He knew her transfer papers had just gone through and that she was due at Area 51 at 0700 local time on Monday. As efficient as he knew her to be, she'd still need to organize her move. And she'd need time to break the news to Cassie. If all of his other sources came up empty he'd call her Monday night.
He'd start with Siler.Colorado Springs
Dawn's patience, never legendary, was exhausted. It was almost 11 a.m. and Buffy still hadn't gotten up. She decided to wake up the sleeping beauty. She knocked twice and threw open the door, not waiting for an invitation. She walked over to the main window and opened the curtains before rounding on her sister who actually was awake.
“You so totally did that on purpose.”
“Wha?” Buffy yawned.
“I was tired.”
“Oh please, Miss I-can-live-on-three-hours-of-sleep-a-night.” Dawn bounced on the bed. “Come on, spill. What was he like? When can I meet him?”
Buffy propped herself up on her elbows and asked “didn't Willow show you a picture?”
“Uh huh. Didn't think he looked like James Spader though.”
“Well he doesn't look much like the picture Mom had and he definitely doesn't look like Spader. He's bulked up and has the start of a beard.”
Dawn wrinkled her nose in disappointment. “So, fat and scruffy?”
“Not fat, just...nicely filled out. I'd say that he'd been working out in the past couple of years. And the beard was scruffy in an Indiana Jones kinda way.” Buffy giggled. “And I can't believe I'm critiquing Dad like this.”
“So, you're calling him dad already. Does that mean you're keeping him?”
“Yep. He seems to be really nice.”
“So, when do I get to meet him? I mean its not as if you can hide me since I've already spoken with him.”
“Well, I could lock you in the cage in the cellar and tell him that you decided to transfer to Oxford,” Buffy said as she flopped back on the bed and snuggled into the covers.
Dawn grabbed the pillow out from under her sister's head and hit her with it.
“Oh all right.” Buffy snatched the pillow back. “He's coming over on Sunday.”
“I have a date with Jay this afternoon. If I cancel, it will be another week before I see him, if he still wants to see me.”
“What's with the Saturday thing? Please, please, tell me he's not in prison. You promised no more bad boys.”
“He's not in prison. God, what kind of glutton for punishment do you think I am?”
“Hmm, Angel, Spike, the Immortal, and what who was that jerk from college?”
“Riley was not a jerk.”
“No, the other one.” Dawn thought for a moment. “Parker!”
“Parker wasn't a 'bad boy.' He was just a loser that got his jollies by scoring with the freshmen.” She sat back up and placed the pillow behind her.
“So, why can you only see him on Saturdays?”
“He's an Air Force cadet. He has very limited free time and is pretty much restricted to the campus.”
“Which means I'll never get to meet him,” Dawn glared. “You did this on purpose.”
“Yes Dawn. I arranged everything so my social life would suck just to drive you crazy.”
“So, not much with the horizontal action these days?”
Dawn stuck her tongue out.
“Ooh, so mature. I'm impressed.”
“Fine. So, you're seeing Jay this afternoon. Why can't Daniel come over tonight?” As a concession she added, “I'll cook.”
“Let's not poison him first thing. Besides, a friend of his just got transferred out of state and they're having dinner together.” She threw back the covers. “Now, if the Spanish Inquisition is over, I'd like to shower and get ready for my