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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)RudesMomFR154351,9361091016505,94326 Feb 0611 Dec 12No

Chapter 19

Title: Daniel's Daughter

Author: Rude's Mom

Author's Note: Most of the SGC dialog is from the first episode of Season 9 and taken from a transcription at www (dot) moon-catchin (dot) com (slash) gatenoise. The dialog has been slightly altered to fit our new reality.

SGC, Monday morning

General Landry strode into his office.

“Cocky sons of bitches. Marines. I've never liked them.” He picked up a file from his desk and looked at the waiting officer. “You must be Colonel Mitchell.”

“Yes sir,” he stood at attention. “It's good to be here sir.”

“Well your service record is impeccable Mitchell. What's wrong with you?”


“Nobody's perfect. Everyone has some kind of character flaw. What's yours?”

“Sometimes I can be impatient, Sir.”

“All pilots have type A personalities,” he thumbed through the file. “I'm talking about your kryptonite. Don't worry I'll figure it out. Walter!”

A voice over the intercom responded. “The file's on your desk along with the personnel folders you're about to request sir.”

“About to request? Walter I'd appreciate it—”

The voice continued, “push the button to talk sir.”

“Thank you Walter! The thing that's hardest to get used to around here,” Landry paused as he poured some coffee, “is how good everybody is at their job. Fact is…I like yelling at people. Never get the damn chance.”

“I'll try not to lower the average sir.”

“Oooh. Self deprecating sense of humor. You think it'll make people like you despite your outward perfection.”


The general lifted the pile of folders from the desk and held them out. “Here you go son. Get started.”


“You heard the disconnected voice of the little sergeant with psychic powers. Those are personnel files. Start picking your team.”

“General, I'm here to join SG-1.”

General Landry corrected him. “Colonel, you're here to lead SG-1.”

Caught off guard Mitchell asked “ah…what about Lt. Colonel Carter?”

“Well…she's taken command of Stargate's R&D out of area 51.”

“Since when?” This wasn't good.

“0700 this morning.”

“And Daniel Jackson?

“Dr Jackson put in for re-assignment. Teal'c left the program over a month ago. I'm surprised General O'Neill didn't tell you.”

“No,” Mitchel said slowly. What the hell was going on? This was not what he had signed on for.

“Well…that's Jack for you. You know I looked for the key to that desk for weeks until I finally got him to admit he never had one. The man never opened a draw the whole time he was here.”

“I'm sorry sir…the reason that I requested this post...why I worked so hard…”

“Expresses himself poorly when faced with unexpected challenges. Your sheet says you have outstanding leadership skills. Take the files, Colonel. Choose your team before I start to question the accuracy of that claim.”

“Yes sir.” Mitchell took the files and exited the room.

Sgt. Harriman watched as Lt. Colonel Mitchell left the general's office. The officer's gait had lost its bounce sometime during the closed door meeting.


“Sergeant?” Mitchell looked up from the personnel folders he was carrying.

“Dr. Jackson is still on the base, sir. He turned down the transfer to the Daedalus.

“Yes!” Okay, he was still missing Sam and Teal'c but at least Daniel wasn't scampering off to another galaxy.

- - -

University of Colorado at Colorado Springs

Dawn was just easing her motorcycle into her preferred parking spot when she saw Cara heading her way. She dismounted and started to unfasten her helmet as Cara met up with her.

“I come bearing gifts,” Cara raised two large cups with the Starbucks logo.

“You are a goddess,” Dawn handed over a five dollar bill and took one. “Thanks for picking this up for me. We ran out of coffee last night and I just don't function too well without at least one cup in the morning.”

“You know it's a good thing you don't smoke. Combined with your daily intake of caffeine you'd shake yourself off that bike.”

Dawn snorted, “Buffy would kill me if I ever tried a cigarette. Then she'd find a way to raise me from the dead so she could kill me again. Now caffeine...that's our family vice.”

“Then how did you and sister run out of coffee? Shouldn't you always have extra on hand just so you don't run out?”

After a sip Dawn elaborated, “we had company over last night and let's just say our guest was as addicted to the stuff as Buffy is. If you think I'm bad, you should see how much she can drink. I think that Daniel just might be able to drink her under the table.”

“Is he your sister's boyfriend?”

“No,” Dawn hesitated then fudged the truth a bit. “Actually, he was one of my mother's old high school boyfriends. ”

The pair started walking towards their first class.

“Is he, like you know, visiting?”

“No, he's lived here on and off for about ten years.”

“Oh,” Cara said, losing interest in the subject. “So, how was your date with Will?”

“Good. We stopped in at a farewell party for someone who had a last minute transfer before officially starting the date. His friends seemed pretty cool.”

“No comments about the age thing?”

“No,” Dawn finished inhaling the last of her coffee. “At least, not in my hearing.”

“Well, you know, you could, like pass for mid-twenties.”


“Not that you look old or anything. I just mean that you act mature and stuff. That counts for a lot. Plus you're tall. Sad to say but it helps.”

“Yeah, I think you're right about that. Buffy's so short that she can still pass as a teenager if she dresses like one. Of course it helps if she pulls her ditz routine.”

“What's that?”

“Blonde and clueless. It's amazing how many people fall for the airhead cliché.”

“So, back to Will. Are you still hiding him from your sister?”

“Yeah, but not for too much longer. I finally have some dirt on her guy and it's super good dirt.”

“Do tell.”

“She was serious about giving up dating older guys. And I mean really serious. He's attending the Air Force Academy.”

“Okay, so your boyfriend outranks hers. That could be interesting.” Cara tried to remember how old Dawn said her sister was. “And, what, that makes him her age, maybe a year younger?”

“Oh he's a year younger alright. It's just that Jay's a year younger than I am.”

Cara burst out laughing.

- - -


At the knock on his door, Daniel looked up from his current translation.

“Dr. Jackson,” Mitchell said as he entered the office.


“My friends call me Cameron.”

“Daniel…uh…how are you?”

“I'm good thanks.”

“Yeah I heard you were coming.”

“Sgt. Harriman told me you turned down your transfer to the Daedalus.


“Does that mean you are staying on SG-1,” he asked hopefully.

“No,” Daniel turned and picked up a small volume from a nearby table.

“I've been given command of SG-1.”

“Wow. Well…good for you. You deserve it.”

“Can I talk you into staying?

“You're kidding,” he asked as he began searching through the book.

“Listen. General O'Neill gave me the choice of any posting I wanted. I chose SG-1. That meant Colonel Carter, Teal'c and yourself. Not two letters a dash and a number.”

“Uh…that's nice.”

“I wanted to be on the front line working with the best. I wanted to learn from you.”

“Look this is all very flattering but uh…”

“That's not the point.”

“I'm sorry. I know why I owe you one. We all do, but I've reached a point in my life where going through the gate on a regular basis isn't something that I want to be doing. It's not that it hasn't been exciting and challenging, it was. But for now, I've had enough.”


Daniel looked at him and said firmly, “no.”
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