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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)RudesMomFR154351,9361091016505,86926 Feb 0611 Dec 12No

Chapter 29

Colorado Springs

Jay followed Buffy and Daniel into the kitchen, kicking the doorstop on his way in, allowing the door to swing shut behind him. He didn't want an audience for this any more that Buffy did and while he could trust Teal'c not to intrude, he was not about the trust southern boy and leather girl. If they represented the latest incarnation of SG-1, the world was probably doomed.

Buffy placed her sword on the counter and turned to her boyfriend and her father.

After several moments of very uncomfortable silence, Buffy decided they would all grow old waiting for one of the two men in her life to start talking.

“So, I take it you two know each other,” she asked.

“No.”

“Yes,” Daniel ground out.

“Dad?” Buffy drawled but her father was having none of it. “Jay, you spill.”

“We knew each other, a long time ago. Haven't seen or spoken to him in years, not since I entered high school” Jay supplied. Internally he winced when he realized what he had just said. Only a kid would consider something that supposedly happened only four years ago as a long time ago.

“Okay,” Buffy drawled before turning to her father as Jay failed to volunteer additional information. “Dad, anything you care to add?”

“No.”

“Talkative much?”

Jay hid a smirk. Daniel at a loss for words was a humorous sight. The vein pulsing over the archeologist's left eye was the icing on the cake, a sort of cosmic, if belated payback, for all the times the good doctor had driven Jack O'Neill to distraction. On a more serious note, Daniel being Buffy's father did complicate things. Jay had previously stayed at arms length of the local females. Not only would he have felt like a pervert for dating a teenager, he had nightmares about finding out that a pretty girl might be the daughter of someone at the SGC or someone Jack had served with in the Air Force. Buffy had seemed perfect, mid-twenties, from out-of-state, and not from a military family. If Daniel was really Buffy's father, he wasn't sure what he would do. He never would have gotten involved with her if he had known but the horse was out of that barn. He really did like her.

“It's classified,” Daniel said.

“Right,” his daughter replied. “'Cause, Jay just screams classified. He's an Air Force cadet, not a national secret.”

“He's just not right for you,” her father said.

“Why?”

“He just isn't.”

“Is he a psycho stalker?”

“No.”

“Planning on world domination before his 21st birthday? Eats kittens? Babies? Future Wife Beater of America?”

“He's older than he looks,” Daniel finally said as Jay finally lost the battle of the smirk.

“Duh, I made him show some ID before we started seeing each other.”

“Hey,” Jay interrupted.

“Well I did.”

- - -

Vala decided to make herself comfortable and sat down on an overstuffed chair. She shifted around a bit before finding the perfect position, one that involved slinging a leg over the chair arm.

“Dad?” Mitchell said. “As in Daniel Jackson is a daddy?”

“It would appear so, ColonelMitchell.”

“You didn't know?” Mitchell asked as he sat down on the couch.

“I did not.”

“She's obviously lying,” Vala sniffed. “She's much too old to be my Daniel's daughter.”

“Well, I'm sure your Daniel will be back shortly and clear it up,” Mitchell said as he sat down on the sofa.

Moments later, the trio heard a car pull into the driveway.

“You have got to be kidding me,” Mitchell groaned as he grabbed a throw pillow and placed it over his face.

“ColonelMitchell?”

Mitchell tossed the pillow back onto the couch. “My first mission and we've already involved two civilians and at least one more is probably going to come in through the front door. Can you say potential security breach? Landry is going to have my ass.”

“Well, it is a rather cute ass,” Vala replied.

“Just shoot me,” he moaned.

“I would but you wouldn't let me have any weapons.”

- - -

“Any last words of wisdom before we enter the dragon's lair,” Will asked half jokingly.

“Yeah, don't call her a dragon within earshot,” Dawn said as she put her key in the front door lock. “And she's got really, really good hearing.”

She unlocked the door and opened the door. She started into the house, coming to an abrupt halt when she saw three strangers in the living room. Will bumped into her, propelling her the rest of the way in.

“Uh, hi,” Dawn squeaked. Just her luck, she brings Will home and something odd is going on.

“Yeah, hi,” a tall, brown haired man said as he stood up. “Guess you're wondering who we are?”

Dawn nodded.

“I'm Lt. Colonel Cameron Mitchell, the lady is Vala, and the big guy is Teal'c,” the man said as Will came up behind Dawn.

“I'm Dawn, this is Will.” She looked around, taking in the broken coffee table, the remains of a piece of pottery, and the distinct lack of Buffy. “Where's my sister? Where's Buffy?”

“She's in the kitchen.”

“With my Daniel,” Vala pouted from her chair.

“Buffy,” Dawn called out. “Is everything alright?”

A muffled “yes” was the only response followed moments later by a very unhappy Daniel exiting the kitchen.

“Daniel?” Dawn said in disbelief.

“Hi Dawn.” He stopped dead in his tracks as he recognized her companion. “Grogan?”

“Dr. Jackson,” Will acknowledged.

“You know each other?” Dawn questioned.

“We work together sometimes,” Daniel acknowledged. “What are you doing here?”

“I was bringing Dawn home, sir,” the younger man said.

“From,” Daniel prompted.

“A date Daniel. We're dating.” Dawn stated in responded to the tone in Daniel's voice. “Don't get all disapproving. It's not like we went out drinking or anything.”

“Dawn, he has to be ten years older than you are!”

“Actually sir, it's only eight.”

Daniel saw red. “Only eight. Well, that makes everything alright. Not. Dawn, he could be your babysitter.”

“Hardly. I'm nineteen, not nine. And eight years isn't a big difference. Just ask Buf...” Dawn's voice trailed off as she saw her sister dart out of the kitchen and up the stairs closely followed by a skinny, boxer-clad figure. “Oh my goddess...” snort “she has so out done herself this time.” Dawn couldn't continue as she burst into laughter.

- - -

Jay shut the door to Buffy's bedroom as Dawn's laughter rang through the house.

“We're never going to live this down are we?” he asked as Buffy sat at the foot of the bed.

“Not if Dawn has anything to say about it. She'll be sending out global emails any minute now,” she groaned. “So, why was Dad so upset?”

Jay sat down next to her. “It really is classified but I understand why he is so upset.”

“No plans of world domination though, right?”

“No. And kittens are not part of the menu.”

“Good.”

“I think we should get dressed before Daniel decides to come upstairs.”

“Probably.”

Buffy stood up and got a pair of panties out of the dresser. She put them on before pulling Jay's t-shirt over her head. She tossed it to him. He put it on as she retrieved her jeans and top from the floor, hurriedly putting them on. He dressed quickly as well, finishing just as Buffy pulled her hair back into a ponytail.

“Ready to head back downstairs?” he asked.

“Not really,” she replied, heading towards the door.
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