Throughout my creations, there may be a character, a character by the name of Elizabeth, or occasionally Kyra. Though the name may change. IF THE NAME CHANGES IN A STORY I WILL TELL YOU IN THE BEGINNING OF THE FIC This character was created by me based on me. I first and foremost hope that all whom read my creations enjoy them. I love Stargate Sg-1 and there will be many stories about that. There will also be other things I base my fics on such as The Phantom of the opera, and occasionally Harry Potter, which i dedicate to my BFFL MagicLUVR. I don't know much about Harry Potter but i try, so to those of you who are HUGE hp fanatics i am so sorry if what i write isn't what the characters would normally do/say/etc. I'm trying. I look forward to feed back and again i hope you enjoy my Fics. Now here's my first Fic.
Etched in His Heart
Disclaimer I do not own any of the characters in this fic beside Tiffany, whom is a character based on me whose name tends to change from story to story lol.
A/N: this fic takes place in the eighth season, or around there. It's my first Fan Fic Story so i hope you enjoy it. Also When i put words between these: like this words it's a thought.
"What about this one?" Tiffany O'Neill asks Daniel Jackson holding up a book about ancient Egypt. Daniel looks up across the table of ancient artifacts "uh, no, no that one we can leave here" he replies squinting his eyes slightly. She places the book back on a shelf.
Daniel takes a brush, and magnifying glass and packs it in his bag. Tiffany reaches for the video camera "You want to carry this?" she asks him. "um," he looks into his stuffed bag "nope" he says looking up and smiling.
"ok" she says putting the camera in her bag, laughing to herself. They shared one camera, no sense having two on missions. Though this was different. "Are we really going to Giza?" she asks him still surprised she was going to Egypt for the first time. "Yeah, why you thought i was joking?"
She Closes her bag. "So tell me, how many times have you been to Egypt?" "Uh, oh i don't know, i, i guess lost track" he says scanning the books on the shelf and looking back. He pulls a book out of the shelf. And carries it to the table. She laughs at her colleagues sincerity, he really wasn't sure how many times it was now. "I'll be right back" she says to him. Daniel looks at her, Their eyes meet.
Tiffany, lost for a moment in his bright eyes, deep as the ocean, blue as the sky. "You have everything under control here?" she asks returning back to earth. "Yeah, yeah go" Daniel looks down at the desk flipping through papers. She walks out and down the halls to the Cafe.
"Colonel" she's greeted by various SG personnel on her way. To whom she replies by their rank. She enters the Cafe. She stops and looks around to see if she can find Sam, Teal'c, or... she spots General Jack O'Neill. She walks over to the table he is sitting at in a corner. "Father" She says teasingly "Daughter" he replies bluntly sipping his coffee. "You packed?" "Yes, are you sure it's ok, i mean if the SGC needs..." "The SGC will be fine without it's top Archaeologists patrolling the galaxy for a few days" "Are you sure?" she asks, to insure that he was indeed fine with her 'vacation'
"Yes, go, have fun, enjoy yourself, while i stay here, and go... nuts" He adds taking another sip of his coffee. "And that's Sir to you" he says remembering the way she had greeted him, though she rarely called him Sir, especially around the rest of SG-1 they understood the whole father daughter thing. She only ever called him that around other personnel "Ya, i know i know, I'm on duty, but you're still my dad." "Ah, but that just gives me even more control over you." he smirks. Tiffany stares blankly, not able to come up with a good enough come-back to his comment, it was SO true.
Tiffany yawns, lack of sleep for the past few nights was finally catching up to her. "I told you you shouldn't watch so much History Channel at night" He teases. "Very funny" she replies with a 'smart aleck' look on her face "I have so much trouble sleeping lately." "well, long plane ride. It should give you time to catch so sleep" "oh, yes i'm sure the squeaky flight attendant's voice and the occasional turbulence will do me justice."
"So when do you leave?" "Tomorrow morning, about 4:00" "no one to make me breakfast." he says disappointedly. "You'll live...what are you going to do when i actually get married, and you know leave the house?" "Sit on the couch and drink beer all day?" "Possibly" he says sarcastically. "oh you're a riot." She gets up out of her seat and pats his shoulder. "three days dad, you'll live" "yes, three, AGONIZING days" he says sarcastically back at her, as she heads toward the door.
She walks back to the office she shares with Daniel. He looks up the moment she enters. Strangely encompassed by her delicate movements. Strong, yet gentle. He quickly snaps himself out of it. she's just a colleague She walks over to the table, various artifacts spread across it. She places a picture of Her, and Jack. And a Hat.
"You ready Daniel?" "Yeah, yeah i think so." He picks up his almost overflowing backpack and puts it on his back. And picks up a book he couldn't fit into his bag. Tiffany assumes he will attempt to put it into his luggage bag. She puts her pack on her back. They start walking out and Daniel shuts off the lights on the way out.
"So, who's driving to the airport?" "I'll come get you at 4?" "sounds good to me" Daniel yawns "Maybe you should make sure you get some sleep before we go" Tiffany says "Yeah, that might help" he says yawning once again. "Or drink a ton of coffee before you leave the house." she jokes. Looking slightly down at her, (he being 6' and she being 5'4'') he makes a funny face.
They get to the elevator, the doors open, revealing none other then General Jack O'neill. Clothed not in his uniform, but in black jeans, a grey t-shirt and a leather jacket. He looks at the two archaeologists cluttered with 'archaeological stuff' as he would put it. He raises his brow and pushes a button. The elevator doors shut. Daniel and Tiffany look at each other at the same time.
They take the next elevator and bring their things to their cars. He to his and she meets Jack at his Dark green extended cab Ford F250 pickup truck. She places the bag in the back seat. "I'll be right back i have to change." she tells Jack whom is already sitting in the drivers seat. She runs back inside and to the locker rooms. She changes into a black tank top and blue jeans and takes her wavy brown hair out of her pony tail. She goes to the parking lot, gets into the truck and goes home with her father until 4:00 A.M.