“Thanks, Matt,” Jay said before taking a slow sip of beer in the Reynolds' kitchen.
“Just don't let on to Mary that I let you have one,” Col. Matthew Reynolds, CO of SG-3, grinned. “I'd hate to be accused of corrupting a minor. Besides, if it became known I was supplying beer to a fourth-class cadet, the Academy would never let my family host a cadet again.”
“I lived through the Sixties, not to mention the disco era. I think it's safe to say I'm already corrupted.” Jay took another sip. “So, how are Mary and Becky doing these days?”
“They're doing well. Luckily for you and your drink, not to mention your other plans, they're out of town this weekend visiting family,” Reynolds replied as the pair headed out to the back deck. “So, how is it, reliving your youth?”
“Even less fun than it was the first time around. I don't know what I would have done if I hadn't been able to convince Hammond that my new identity should at least be sixteen. Two years of high school were more than enough. I'm not sure which were worse, the administrators or the students.”
“Finding the Academy any better?”
“Somewhat. General Stowe figured out who I am, was, which helps. Anyway, I can't wait to finish and get back to the SGC.” Jay took another, longer sip before continuing. “I've been promised my old rank back, although outside of the mountain I'll be a lowly 2nd Lieutenant.”
“With that baby face you'll have a bad enough getting people believe that.”
“Thank you so
“No problem,” Matt snickered. “So, where are you planning to disappear to this weekend?”
“And that friend would would be?” Matt prompted.
“That friend would be Buffy.”
“She's from California. The way she tells it, no one in California has a normal name.”
“She's probably right. I was stationed in southern California about fifteen years ago. Strange place. And speaking of names, why aren't you going by Jason?”
“Ah, that would because of a certain evil astrophysicist. I agreed to her suggestion of Jason before discovering that during her misspent youth she was hooked on a television show called Jason of Star Command
Reynolds started laughing. “I remember that show. Hell, it made Wormhole Extreme
look like Emmy material.”
“Unfortunately, I never heard of it until it was too late. I discovered it by accident about a year later. Best I could do was shorten my name to Jay.” Jay finished off his beer and sadly looked at the empty bottle. “Buffy should be here soon so I guess there isn't time for another.”
- - -SGC
Teal'c and Mitchell found Daniel and Vala having an early dinner in the the base cafeteria. After filling their own trays, they joined the pair at a small table.
“So, what do you think the hold up is?” Mitchell asked.
“Apparently there's been a problem with the British,” Daniel explained. “Jack and Paul Davis are trying to straighten it out.”
“What I don't understand is why we just don't sneak in,” Vala said. “Given the state of your planet's technology, it can't be too difficult.”
“Ah, words of wisdom from our visiting thief,” Daniel sniped.
- - -Colorado Springs
Jay pulled his overnight bag from Buffy's SUV. When he tried to grab the bag of charcoal briquettes as well, he discovered that Buffy had beaten him to it.
“Buffy, let me carry that.”
“I've already got it. You can get the grill.”
Jay shrugged and picked up the light-weight grill. Since he was only a lowly fourth-class cadet (even if he did have an overnight pass), he was not allowed to wear civilian clothes just yet. And while easier to maintain than a cadet's formal uniform, he preferred not to put his regulation blue shirt and pants to the charcoal test.
He followed her from the garage into the house. They each left their non-cooking supplies in the kitchen and took the charcoal and the grill out to the back porch.
“You're sure about this Jay?”
“Absolutely. You cannot cook a decent steak in the oven.”
“Well I hope it's worth it, because as I recall, it takes a while for the coals to get to the proper temperature,” Buffy said. “Dinner is definitely going to be later than I planned.”
“Trust me. It will be worth it,” Jay reassured her. “I'll get the fire started and you can work on the salad that you promised.”
Buffy went back into the kitchen and took off her jacket. As she turned towards the refrigerator, she saw Dawn's note. Once she read it, she was not a happy camper and, postponing her culinary duties, she picked up the telephone and dialed Washington.
Col. Davis answered on the second ring.
- - -Washington, DC
Paul was beginning to worry that Miss Summer's sister had not passed along his message. Nearly two hours had passed since he had left it. He mentally crossed his fingers as his telephone rang.
Luck was with him, or so he thought.
- - -Colorado Springs
Buffy tapped her foot while Davis tried to explain why, without actually explaining why
, the Air Force needed to go looking for something on British soil.
“I really don't see where I can help you, Colonel... Hey, I was just messenger girl.”
She looked out of the kitchen window and watched as Jay set up the grill.
“No, I am not going to call London to try to find out why they won't play nice with you. You can't even tell me what or why so I am not going spend the next I don't know how many hours playing telephone tag... I'll try to find out on Monday. No, I'm busy now... Fine, I've got a hot date... No, I can't postpone it while I take care of your problem... Listen, I'm going to turn off the ringer and turn off my cellphone so don't bother trying call back.”
Jay walked back into the house as Buffy hung up the telephone with an excess of force.
“Is there a problem?”
“No, not unless you count a guy that has trouble understanding the word no,” she said.
“If he calls back, I can answer it,” he offered.
“That's sweet but I've already told him I'm turning off the ringer.”
“Any chance he might show up and cause trouble?”
Once she realized what he was implying, Buffy giggled. “Wait, you think that he's like hitting on me or something? It's nothing like that, although it would be funny to see his face if he could hear you ask that. No, it's related to my trip last weekend.”
“That research project you were involved in back in Sunnydale?”
“Sort of. He thinks that I might be able to help with some of the cleanup. Unfortunately, he wanted me to drop everything and start right away.”
“Right away, right away?”
“Yep. Told him it would have to wait for Monday.” Buffy put her hands on Jay's shoulder and planted a kiss on his lips. “I told him I had a hot date that I was not going to miss.”
“I like the way you think Summers,” Jay said before returning her kiss, his hands around her waist.
“Hmm. So, how's the fire?”
- - -SGC, Saturday night
Daniel and Vala were busy tossing a combination of insults and innuendos back and forth in his office when Mitchell poked his head in the doorway.
“General Landry just got the word from the Pentagon. The mission's a go. The Prometheus will beam us up in an hour.”
Daniel gave a silent sigh of relief. The sooner they found Merlin's treasure, the sooner he could get rid of Vala.