Chapter 40“Oh, he doesn't have to. We trust him,” Dawn grinned. “He's family.”
“Family,” Landry blinked in disbelief as he turned to the archaeologist. “Is there something you would like to share?”
“It's a girl?”
“I can see that,” the general snapped. “Jack told me you were a handful, Dr. Jackson but he didn't mention that you liked jail bait.”
Dawn's grin slid off of her face as Buffy's jaw nearly hit the table.
“Sir, uh, what Dr. Jackson meant to say was that Buffy is his daughter,” Mitchell clarified.
- - -
Walter Harriman sped towards the elevator. It was going to be one of those
days or, worse, one of those
weeks. Again. It shouldn't have been. With General O'Neill at the Pentagon and the rest of the original SG-1 going their separate ways, he thought that things might calm down. But no, the SGC's favorite trouble magnet did not head off to the Pegasus galaxy and the new guy had the oh so brilliant idea of getting the “band” back together again. Hadn't Mitchell read the mission briefings? Hero worshiping idiot. He should have put in a request for some of his accrued leave the moment Vala Mal Doran came through the gate.
His contact at the main entrance, Sgt. Caffrey, had given him the heads-up. One very cranky general was on his way down. He could only hope that he didn't have to break in a new general before everything was said and done.
He arrived at the elevator door just as it opened.
“Sir, we weren't expecting a visit.”
“I know Walter,” O'Neill snapped irritably. “Where's Landry?”
“The main briefing room, sir, with SG-1 and the Summers sisters.” Walter replied with the last part directed towards the general's back. Oh yes, it was going to be one of those weeks he thought as he quickly followed.
- - -
“Dr. Jackson,” Landry sighed. “How is it that this little detail is missing from your personnel file?”
“It's a recent development.”
Landry stared at the elder Miss Summers, silently willing her to continue.
“Daniel just found out. Mom's parents didn't approve of him so they basically ran him out of town the moment after they found out she was pregnant. They also did a really good job covering everything up 'cause heaven forbid that their country club friends found out. I found out the truth after Mom died. I had a friend track his address and I wrote him a couple of years ago but my letter went missing. He found out last week,” Buffy said as Jack O'Neill entered the room, closing the door behind him.
“Miss Summers, I didn't expect to see you here. Date stand you up?” Jack snarked as he took a seat next to Daniel. “So, who didn't find out what until last week?”
“Buffy's letter telling me that I had a daughter,” Daniel growled.
“You knocked up Buffy?” Jack asked momentarily forgetting that there had been no mention of a child in Buffy's files.
“NO! Damn it, Jack,” Daniel growled. “I'm
not the one with a taste for jail bait. Buffy is my daughter.”
Jack looked at his friend and then at Buffy. Nope, he couldn't see it. She must take after her mother he thought before his skepticism won out.
“Yes, Jack,” Daniel replied. “Really.”
“You do know how old she is don't you? That would have made you about...what fifteen, sixteen at most?”
Mitchell watched in fascination as Daniel's coloring took on a dark, reddish tone.
“I'm perfectly aware of how old she is and I was,” Daniel bit out.
“Touchy are we,” Jack said with a slight smirk. “So just how did this amazing
Buffy attempted to intervene before things got out of hand. “High school kegger.”
“Yeah, apparently Daniel was a cheap date,” Dawn chipped in.
“Dawn! Not helping.”
“What,” Dawn asked as she turned towards her sputtering sister . “At fifteen he should have been a cheap date. Not that he should have been drinking of course, 'cause beer bad.”
“Two words Dawn,” Buffy growled. “Boarding. School.”
“Pfft, two numbers. One. Nine.”
“Ladies,” Landry said. “If we could get back to the matter at hand.”
Dawn quieted down but her lips kept twitching in amusement.
“Fine, as soon as you sign the non-disclosure agreements,” Buffy agreed. “General O'Neill, it would really help if you did the explanations. Somehow, I think it might take less time.”
“Exactly what I am explaining?”
“Demons and vampires and slayers,” the slayer said.
“Oh my,” O'Neill finished. “Didn't you say this was best done by someone wearing tweed?”
“Do you see anyone here wearing tweed,” Buffy fired back. “Besides, the other general is more likely to believe you than me.”
- - -
Walter hovered near the meeting room door. It had been nearly an hour. He wasn't sure if that was a good thing or not.
“Walter, is the general still in his meeting?” Siler asked he joined the vigil.
“Yes. Sorry you got called in,” the smaller man said.
“Hmm, what's up this time? Felger plug in something he shouldn't have?”
“No, it was SG-1.”
“Already? Col. Mitchell didn't waste any time did he,” Siler shook his head.
“Well he did want to get the band back together...”
“Officers...so what happened?”
“Somehow they wound up back in Colorado Springs, in a civilian residence, and...well, they, kind of shot up the place. Apparently you are getting drywall duty because this sort of thing not covered by homeowner's insurance.”
“Are you serious, Walter? They actually...” Siler began.
The meeting room door swung open.
Landry strode out, or rather stormed out. He was followed by Teal'c and Mitchell at a slightly more leisurely pace.
“Oh and Jack,” they heard followed by the sound of crack and a thud.
- - -
Inside the conference room, a stunned general sat on his ass.
“What the hell has gotten into you, Daniel?” He gently reached up to touch his soon to be black-eye.
“Dad?” Buffy maneuvered herself between the two men. “Why did you hit the nice general?”
“Because he's too old for you!”
“Daniel, she's not dating the general. She's dating that scrawny cadet remember?” Dawn said slowly. Was there a strain of insanity in the family that someone forgot to mention?
Buffy stopped for a moment as something clicked. She turned to look at O'Neill as he stood up. Oh dear, now she could see it, him, whatever. She started laughing.
Dawn was really worried now.