Dawn had finally managed to reduce the belly laughs to giggles when Buffy and her boy toy came back downstairs. Unfortunately, the sight of said boy toy set her off again.
“You know Dawn, it's not that
funny,” her sister said as stood on the final stair.
“Oh, but it is. I take it Daniel and company interrupted at a, ahem, delicate moment,” Dawn finally managed to get out.
“Dawn,” Daniel exclaimed.
“What? Boy in boxers, girl in t-shirt, which was so not hers. I don't see any cards around so you probably weren't playing strip poker,” Dawn snickered. “It's just too bad I didn't get a picture.”
“Thank heaven for small mercies,” Buffy said softly before rolling her eyes.
“You really were trying to protect me weren't you?” Jay muttered as stood next to Buffy.
“Oh, yeah. Dawn can be quite a handful. From bratty little sister to world-class smartass in just a few short years. I'm so proud,” Buffy whispered in reply before continuing in a louder tone. “So Dawn, why don't your introduce your
“Will, meet my sister, Buffy and her special
“Jay,” Buffy bit out.
Will nodded in silent greeting to the pair, not really knowing what to say and not anxious to enter the conversational battle between the sisters. He turned his attention to the unfortunate Jay. If Dr. Jackson was upset about Will dating Dawn, Jay getting caught in his skivvies was really going to be in trouble. He recognized the kid's clothing. How the hell a fourth-class cadet managed to get off campus was beyond him but Dr. Jackson would personally make sure the kid never, ever made it off campus again.
“So now that everyone knows everyone,” Dawn began before her sister interrupted.
“Actually, Dad didn't get around to introducing his friends,” Buffy said as she came the rest of the way into the living room.
“Cameron Mitchell, Teal'c and Vala,” Daniel said curtly.
“And which one is which,” Buffy questioned.
“I'm Mitchell, the big guy is Teal'c and Vala is the Mistress of Pain,” southern boy said.
“Okay, that sounds kinda kinky.” Dawn thought a moment and then corrected herself. “Scratch kinda. Definitely kinky.”
“Dawn,” Buffy sighed.
“Please, like you weren't thinking the same thing.”
“Since she's hanging out with Dad, really trying not to.”
“Whatever. So, anyone going to explain the new holes in the wall?”
“Ah, that's kind of a long story,” Daniel said.
“Daniel and friends turn up unannounced, Jay and I come downstairs, chaos ensues.”
“And that would be the short version,” Mitchell stated.
“Bet the long version is better,” Dawn grinned. “How about I make some coffee and we can discuss all the gory details in the dining room.”
- - -
Buffy joined her sister in the kitchen after getting everyone into the dining room.
“Thanks for suggesting coffee.”
“Well Daniel looked like he needed it,” Dawn replied as she finished setting up the coffee maker. “Although I probably should give him tea instead. He freaked when I told him that I was dating Will.”
“Tell me about it. I thought he was going to kill Jay,” Buffy said as she began gathering mugs from the cabinet. “Turns out they used to know each other and Dad is definitely not happy that I'm seeing Jay.”
“Did he say why?”
“Other than Jay is too old for me? Nope.”
“Good thing he never met Angel or Spike then. So, you came downstairs armed,” Dawn slid a look over to the sword on the counter.
“Had no idea who or what was downstairs,” the slayer shrugged.
“Jay see your weapons chest?”
“He took a ka-bar.”
- - -
An uncomfortable silence filled the dining room.
Daniel alternately glared at Jay and Will. Jay might look like a kid but he came with most of the Jack O'Neill baggage. A friend, a good soldier, a hero even, but not, under any circumstances someone that he would want his daughter to date. And Will, well he was just too old to seeing a nineteen year old. It never occurred to the archaeologist that he was being somewhat hypocritical as his late wife had been even younger when they married.
Cameron Mitchell had been observing Jay. He was impressed that the cadet had managed to hook up with an older woman. Buffy was a cadet's wet dream. Blond, hot, really strong thighs... He mentally shook himself. She's Dr. Jackson's daughter he reminded himself. The kid was dead.
Vala paid little attention to Jay. Dawn's Will on the other hand was somewhat more interesting. Still, he didn't hold a candle to Daniel, or even to Cam. She thought about suggesting a three-some or maybe even a four-some, just to see whose head would explode first.
Teal'c used the lack of conversation to concentrate on overhearing what the sisters were saying in the kitchen. Buffy had proven herself an able, if somewhat impetuous, warrior. The ease with which she had attacked their group and taken down ColonelMitchell was would have been remarkable among the female Jaffa of the Hak'tyl, for a human female, it was quite impressive. Duplicate O'Neill had chosen well. The young girl, although quite disrespectful at first, was sounding much more thoughtful.
- - -
“So no idea why they turned up?” Dawn asked softly as the coffee began filling the pot.
“Didn't have a chance to ask with Dad getting mad, then you came home.”
“I wonder if it has something to do with the colonel's request though,” Buffy added.
“Something about getting permission for the Air Force to do some digging on British soil.”
“What are they looking for?”
“He wouldn't say. He just expected me to drop everything and run interference for them,” Buffy snorted. “Like that was going to happen. I told him I'd get back to him on Monday.”
“Bet he liked that.”
“Actually, I don't know. I turned off the telephone and my cell. The coffee's about ready, I'll starting taking the mugs. Can you bring the milk out with the pot?”
- - -
The car carrying Colonel Davis turned off the highway and headed into Colorado Springs and towards the home of Buffy Summers. Paul paid little attention to the driver as he mentally checked and rechecked the paperwork in his briefcase. General O'Neill had told him to do whatever he had to do to get Ms. Summers' cooperation, up to and including reading her into the program. The Prometheus
had been unable to reestablish contact with SG-1 despite repairing the damage to their ring device. The current thinking was that the platform under Glastonbury Tor had also been damaged. If the British refused to allow excavation, it was highly likely that SG-1 would remain buried.
“Sir,” the driver interrupted his thoughts. “We are almost there.”