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Daniel's Daughter

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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)RudesMomFR154351,9361091015501,18426 Feb 0611 Dec 12No

Chapter 28

Colorado Springs

“What was that all about?” Mitchell asked no one in particular. He didn't recognize the location so he continued, “and where the hell are we?”

“It appears we are in a private domicile ColonelMitchell,” Teal'c rumbled quietly.

“Daniel, Daniel,” Vala said, less quietly, before beginning to search the room. “It's too dark in here. Muscles, find a light.”

“Shh, I'm over here.”

Daniel stood up in the far side of the room. Although he was found himself next to a table with a lamp on it, he opted to use his flashlight. Panning the light around the room, he silently swore as he recognized their location.

“Okay, guys, we need to be very, very quiet and leave as quickly as possible.”

“Jackson?”

“We're back in Colorado Springs. I'll explain exactly where later but we have got to...” Daniel paused as he heard a noise overhead, “get out of here now. Follow me, the door's this way.”

- -

Stupid teenage hormones Jay thought as he followed Buffy down the hall and to the top of the staircase. I should be watching her six, not admiring the view. Focus, airman, focus.

Jay stopped short as Buffy raised her non-sword wielding hand. She silently began her descent down the stairs towards the muffled sounds on the first floor. Once she reached the half-way point, she motioned for him to follow, or at least he thought she did. It was too dim to be sure but he started down the stairs anyway. Just before she reached the foot of the stairs, Buffy charged down the last two steps before almost leaping into the living room. Jay heard a heavy thud and crack of wood followed by a crash as something breakable hit the floor. A round of weapons fire began before it was abruptly silenced.

“Stop! Don't shoot!”

Jay groped alongside the wall for a light switch. Flipping it on, he blinked once, then again as he tried to make sense of the scene in front of him. Teal'c (and what the hell was he doing in Buffy's house) was pointing a P-90 at Buffy. Buffy, Jay's t-shirt riding up just a bit too high on her thigh, was sitting on the torso of a man lying on remains of the coffee table, her sword to his throat. A woman straight from the pages of an old motorcycle magazine was surrounded by the remains of something breakable, a vase maybe. He turned towards the front door where he had heard the voice come from.

“Daniel?” Jay said in disbelief. Could his life get any weirder?

Daniel looked on in horror as his daughter sat on Mitchell wearing a t-shirt and nothing else. The sword at Mitchell's throat barely registered before he moved his eyes away from that sight towards the figure at the foot of the stairs. Okay, now he knew this had to be a dream because he was seeing a boxer-clad mini-Jack. Meanwhile, his daughter was sitting on Mitchell and holding a sword. Dr. MacKenzie would have field day with this one if Daniel were in the mind to share, which was never going to happen.

“Dad?”

Jay froze. Dad? Okay, obviously not Teal'c and Daniel was too young, not to mention that he knew Daniel didn't have any kids, so that left the guy she was sitting on. The guy didn't look any older than Daniel but Jay figured the guy must just have good genes. Considering he was in one half of his skivvies, and Buffy was wearing the other half, this was not the ideal way to meet her father. This made his older self's first meeting with Carter's dad look positively congenial. Then he realized that Buffy wasn't paying any attention to floor guy, she was looking at Daniel who was now staring at her. He was so dead.

“Buffy?” Daniel said, still hoping for a dream, nightmare, or hallucination.

“Oh boy,” she sighed.

“Yeah, ya' know how about let's just put all weapons down, or up as the case may be, and we'll try to explain what's going on,” Mitchell said with a heavy southern drawl.

“Tank first,” Buffy requested.

“Teal'c, please,” Daniel said.

Buffy watched as Tank aka Teal'c lowered his weapon. She pulled the sword back and away from her prisoner before slowly and carefully rising.

“So, what's up that you felt the need to do a little breaking and entering?” she asked.

Mitchell stood up and answered. “Well it's kinda hard to explain...”

“Try anyway and do us all a favor and drop the drawl.”

Daniel decided to step it. “It's classified.”

“You show up it the middle of the night with GI Joe, Tank, and the Mistress of Pain over there and its classified. Of course it's classified. But you know, you really need to come up with a better cover than Deep Space Radar Teleme-whatever 'cause you know, just not buying it.”

Jay snorted. His girl might be blonde but she wasn't stupid.

“And you, what are you doing here,” Daniel glared at Jay.

Aw hell, in for a penny Jay thought. “Doing laundry?”

“Watch it kid,” Mitchell said.

“Stay out of this, soldier boy,” Buffy shot back. “What do you think we were doing?”

“I am trying very, very hard not to think about what you were doing because if I did I'd have to kill him.”

“You are not going to touch him.”

“He's too old for you.”

Buffy blinked at the non-sequitor. “Uh, if I dated anyone younger I'd be looking at statutory. Did you hit your head or something?”

Daniel groaned. “Buffy, can we talk in private?”

“Will the kitchen do?”

Daniel nodded.

“Can Jay come to?”

- --

Will's car turned off the main road as he went to drop Dawn off at her home.

“She's not going to be waiting up is she?” Will was just the slightest bit worried about the prospect of meeting Dawn's older sister. He was, he belatedly realized, rather happy that Buffy not been home earlier. From the bits and pieces Dawn had said since they had first started seeing each other, he was fairly certain that he was probably not going to enjoy meeting her.

Dawn inwardly shuddered at the thought. “I doubt it. If she's awake, I pretty sure she'll be occupied.”

“Well, you have made her sound more than a bit overprotective.”

“She's getting better about it. All I have to reminder her is that she's the sister with the bad track record.”

“I'm almost afraid to ask.”

“Let's just say that if you presented her with two equally good looking and charming guys, the one she'd pick would end up being the one that would give any sane person nightmares.”

“Oh?”

“TA on steriods, poet with serial killer tendencies, future head of an evil law firm,” Dawn explained. “I get a bit nervous every time she starts dating.”

“So, what about her latest?” he joked.

“Probably an alien,” she giggled as his car approached the Summers' residence. “Oh joy, the lights are on. Maybe we'll find out together.”
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