Colorado Springs, CO
Dawn handed off the telephone to her sister and waved Jay over to the counter where she had set three freshly washed coffee mugs.
“I thought you ran out of coffee last night,” Jay commented as Dawn poured the coffee. He then followed her into the living room.
“We ran out of the good stuff and the regular backup supply. I've learned to keep a can or two hidden in my room for emergencies,” Dawn said as she sipped her drink.
“Any other emergency supplies just hanging around?”
“Yeah. In Buffy's line of work you never know what's going to happen or who's going to drop in so, you know, gotta be prepared” Dawn shrugged. “So, how are you dealing with this?”
“It's a lot to take in,” he said honestly.
“Having your world view expanded can be tough. Mom and Hank didn't handle it well when Buffy tried to tell them the first time. Mom eventually did deal with it better but it was real bad for a while.” Dawn stared into her mug. “If you don't think you can deal, do Buffy a favor and break it off quick.”
“I can handle the Slayer part. It's the Daniel part that's weird.” Jay set his empty mug on an end table that had survived the previous evening.
Dawn raised an eyebrow at that statement. “Hmm, still if you can't deal, walk fast. I won't stand by and watch her get hurt again. So, when Buffy gets off the phone, do you want pancakes or cereal?”
Before Jay could answer, her cell phone rang. Fishing it out of her back pocket, she answered it and then passed it to Jay.
“I think you're going to have to pass on breakfast.”
- - -
SG-1 had been waiting for nearly an hour before Gen. Landry joined them. Daniel was fidgeting near the doorway. Vala was sprawled on a chair, feet crossed on the conference table. Neither had said a word for twenty-three and a half minutes, the length of time since Daniel's rather curt telephone call to Col. Reynolds. Mitchell slouched against the wall next to the coffee pot, guarding it from the overly caffeinated archeologist. He might be the nominal head of SG-1, or rather SG-me, and a lieutenant colonel, but he had his orders. Daniel was officially cut off from the caffeine per one rather annoyed Jaffa. Meanwhile, the aforementioned Jaffa had added a new threat to the recommendation of sedation for Daniel. This second threat now resided on the conference table, ready to be used against Daniel or Vala should he deem it necessary. Teal'c wondered idly how he could have spent so many years with the Tau'ri without discovering the wonders of duct tape. O'Neill had been wise to hide its existence.
It was to everyone's relief that General Landry finally arrived.
“Gentleman, please be seated,” he said as he sat down at the head of the table. “Lt. Col. Davis is topside waiting for the arrival of the Summers sisters. They will be joining us shortly.”
“And Miss Mal Doran,” the general continued without skipping a beat, “will be escorted back to her accommodations.”
“Cell you mean,” the thief muttered.
“That can be arranged,” Landry stated sternly. “Your escort is waiting outside the door.”
She wisely shut up and left.
“Col. Mitchell, I'd like your report on your little excursion.”
- - -
“So, cadet,” Col. Reynolds drawled as Jay shut the car door. “Mind telling me why I got a call this morning from the mountain demanding that I haul your perverted ass back to the Academy without delay?”
“Let me guess, Daniel?”
“Yes, Daniel. How did he know that you weren't at the Academy?”
“The new SG-1 made a surprise appearance at Casa Summers in the middle of the night,” Jay said.
“SG-1? How,” he shook his head. “Never mind. I'm pretty sure it's safer not knowing.”
“Yep. The paperwork for this one is going to be a real bitch. I almost feel sorry for the new guy.”
Reynolds glanced at his passenger. “Right.”
“What can you tell me about him?”
“His fighter was shot down over Antarctica. When he got out of rehab, 'you' gave him his choice of assignments.”
“And he picked SG-1,” Jay shook his head. “Where's Carter?”
“Transferred to Area 51.” Reynolds replied and at his companion's surprised look continued, “her choice.”
“So, down to three.”
“One. Teal'c has been spending most of his time with the new Jaffa government on Dakara and Daniel was supposed to be on his way to Atlantis. Landry told Mitchell to put together a new SG-1. He's trying to get the old one back together.”
“Daniel was headed to Atlantis?”
“Oh right, you missed that. Daniel figured out where Atlantis was shortly after Jack made general. An expeditionary force was sent but since it was probably a one-way mission, Jack stopped him from going. Daniel managed to get assigned to the relief force but he pulled out at the last minute.” Reynolds paused for a moment. “And speaking of the good doctor, just why was he so pissed this morning?”
“Let's just say he has a little problem with me being involved with Buffy.”
“Why? You said she was in her early twenties. It's not like you're dating a kid,” Reynolds said. “Unless...she's related to someone at the SGC isn't she? Shit, you're dating somebody's daughter.”
“I didn't know. We met a few months ago after she and her younger sister moved to Colorado Springs. They had been living in Rome for the past year and before that they lived in California. She was raised by a step-father who took off when she was still in high school. Buffy was in college when her mother died. I didn't realized she had ties to the SGC. She only met her father last week.”
“So, who is the father?”
Reynolds slammed on the brakes.
- - -
Lt. Col. Davis had met the Summers sisters at the parking lot guard post. In the interest of speed, an airman took Buffy's keys and parked their vehicle. A waiting jeep took the three of them to the mountain entrance. Several minutes later they were exiting the first elevator and walking towards the second.
Dawn watched her sister out of the corner of her eye. Buffy and secret military bases were non-mixy things. Buffy and all things underground weren't exactly a good match either these days. Buffy had pulled her fair share of catacomb duty while they were in Rome but it always left the senior slayer on edge. Between digging herself out of her grave and then being dropped back into one a year later by Dark Willow, Buffy had developed a mild case of claustrophobia. Sure enough, her sister was starting to fidget as they entered the second elevator.
“Buffy,” a concerned Dawn said quietly.
The Slayer took a deep breath. “I'm okay. Just wasn't expecting them to bury a base this
“Yeah, you might think they expected to be attacked by something,” Dawn replied.
“Or hiding something.”
Davis shifted slightly.
“Or both,” the sisters said in unison.
- - -
“Next thing we knew, we were in her living room. Before we could leave, she and her boyfriend came downstairs, and things didn't go so well,” Mitchell finished.
“You could say that,” Buffy added as she, her sister, and Paul Davis entered the conference room. “Broken coffee table and bullet holes in the wall. Not quite sure how to explain it to my insurance company, especially since I had to sign a non-disclosure agreement.”
“Miss Summers I presume,” Landry stood up to greet her. “I'm General Landry. I've been informed that you can shed some light on last night's incident.”
“I can. As soon as you fill out our confidentiality papers,” she smirked as her sister pulled out some papers from her purse. “Dawn had our home office email them to us early this morning. Oh, and while we may not have the full weight of the U.S. government behind us, we do have the means to hold you to the agreement.”
“Don't worry, there shouldn't be anything in there that you should have a problem with,” Dawn said as she out copies to Landry, Mitchell, and Teal'c. She placed the extras back in her purse.
“Colonel, tell me this is a joke,” Landry growled.
Davis felt his ulcer kicking up. “I'm afraid not sir.”
“General, whatever it is that you do in this mountain created an overlap with what we deal with. I don't know you so I don't know if you can be trusted and the last time the military got involved in our business a lot of people got killed. Dawn and I signed the confidentiality agreements that the Air Force asked. It's only fair that you do the same.”
“Why aren't you asking Dr. Jackson to sign?”
“Oh, he doesn't have to. We trust him,” Dawn grinned. “He's family.”