WHAT'S IN A NAME?
Chapter 1: Danny Jackson
People often wonder why our children have the names they do and since I can't tell anyone what I do for a living it makes explaining that kind of difficult. I was there of course for the birth of our first two so I had a hand in naming them. Although they aren't original names at least they're normal.
Daniel Jonathan Jackson. Who goes by Danny, and is my clone (according to; Jack, Sam, Vala, Cameron and even Teal'c.) is 13 years old.
Vala wanted to give our eldest son my name to honour me, which I found strange at the time, until someone reminded me of the number of times I've either died or gone mission – THANKS JACK, like I really needed reminding of that.
Although I have to agree, from the clone aspect, he is the image of me at his age, except his hair isn't nearly as long. Bright blonde hair and my crystal blue eyes, usually framed by his glasses. He's not exactly tall but he's getting there. I suspect he'll rival my height once he's finished growing.
Vala is exceptionally happy that he looks like me and I don't quite know how I feel about that. I'm torn between awe and very, very, very disturbed. Of course his personality is also similar to mine. He'd do anything, and I do mean anything, to help a friend or his brothers and sisters.
Jonathan as you've probably already guessed comes from 'honouring' my bestfriend Jack. He was thrilled at that aspect, you can imagine. Jack suggested 'Jack' but Daniel Jack Jackson just seemed a bit…I don't know, lame and or stupid. I'm going with stupid, for now. My bestfriend, the retired Air Force General, actually jumped up and down and pumped his fists in the air when I told him what I was naming my son. And yes I'm being serious.
Where Vala originally comes from it's a tradition apparently to name your first born son after a grandfather. Melburn or Jacek, hmm tough choice. I loved my Dad of course but I wouldn't subject my own child to either of those names. Vala wanted to keep to tradition and wouldn't let me call him Jacek, which I really didn't want to anyway so we were stuck with Melburn. Then she throws me a compromise and say she'll forego the tradition if and only if she can call our eldest son 'Daniel', I had no choice but to concede defeat.
So it wasn't really my choice in the end. I'm sure she came up with that tradition on purpose just to get her own way but she would've in the end anyway. I'll never ever admit that I knew she was lying to get her own way. She's not like that anymore. Not about the important stuff. When she tells me she loves me, she means it. When she tells me the kids ate my chocolate however I don't believe a word, but I let her think I do.