Warrior Child

Mina, an active teenager, is living her life in an ordinary town and feels as if her life in her small town is fake. She finds herself on an extraordinary adventure with her heroes, characters from her favorite television show. She learns how to live life to its fullest and finds the true meaning in her life while she is on her quest.

My second real Fic, Hang with me!

The Back Van

Mina was a teenager in a small town, a teen who had a busy schedule. She boxed, wrestled, fenced, did three types of martial arts, gymnastics, dance, and drama. She also had to take care of her three younger siblings, Conner, the youngest, Liane, who was in second grade, and Sandra, in seventh grade. Even with all these activities, Mina still managed to watch her favorite show, come Mondays and Fridays.

Mina woke up one morning and she saw a camera in her room. To be safe, Mina tossed a dirty shirt over on to the camera, preventing it from filming. After this, Mina got dressed and put in her contacts. Then, she went to get ready for school.

After leaving for school, Mina noticed a black van following her. Assuring herself that she was overreacting, she ignored it. Upon her arrival to school, the black van continued straight down the road.

While she was in school, Mina saw video cameras in every room that she went to. This shook Mina, for she took pride in being the most observant person in the school. Once again, though, she convinced herself that she was just being jumpy. She mostly ignored the cameras, except for a glare in the beginning and end of each class. When Mina left for her fencing class, she saw the black van again.

During fencing, she took her anger out on each opponent, earning great praise from the instructor. When she had calmed down she realized that there was a camera in the fencing classroom as well. The same thing happened the next day, at wrestling and at Boxing. Everywhere she went, she saw cameras or the black van. This continued for two weeks, when the van parked in front of her house. As she left the house, a man stepped out of the van.

"I need you to come with me," he ordered.

"Are you from the F.B.I.?" Mina asked him.

"No," he was confused; this was not what should be happening.

"The C.I.A.?" Mina smirked at him, narrowing her eyes, eyes the color of the sea in a storm.

"No"

"Then why have you been following me and monitoring me for the past two weeks?" Mina knew it was he who was spying ion her, she had copied down the license plate number.

"What? How could you… How did you… What?" the man was so flustered that he got back in the van. Mina noticed that he had accidentally dropped a slip of paper. She read what it said before pocketing it and heading off to school.

Mina knew that she had only a week before the man came back, and she made sure that she was well prepared. She told her mom that a "friend" might be taking her with their family on a trip, so she had to pack some bags just in case. This "friend" would be coming right before the "flight they had to catch", so she had to be ready to go on a moment's notice.

"We need you to come today, Mina, there are no excuses," the man said.

"Why?" Mina asked out of spite.

"I can't tell you here," he looked very uncomfortable.

"Why?" Mina asked, like an annoying two-year-old.

"It's top secret"

"That means they didn't tell you, right?"

The man glared and whispered something into his shirt collar. "I can't answer that question," he said to Mina.

"They didn't tell you!" Mina laughed, tell a man to do something with out letting him knowing why, a good joke, one she had thought to be above the mental power of politicians. "They sent you off and didn't tell you why"

"Stop doing that!" and into his collar, "Now!" Another man stepped out of the van. He had geeky glasses and short hair.

"You shouldn't have cut your hair," Mina said, hardly casting a sideways glance at the man. "The long hair fit you better, but the muscles save you, you know that?"

"What?" the second man asked.

"Forget it. But I do have to say that your old hair style was my true ananda"

"Ananda? That's Sanskrit, it means 'that joy'-" the man started.

"'in existence with out which the universe will''" Mina cut him off.

"-'fall apart and collapse'," the man finished, "How could you know this, I barely know Sanskrit, moreover, it's a dead language, which means that it truly shouldn't be something you know offhandedly"

"Do you have a problem with my knowing Sanskrit, Daniel?" Mina asked sweetly.

"No I don't, but… Wait how do you know my name?" the man who Mina had spoken to, the one with the glasses asked.

Mina continued to upset both men until they were both black and blue from trying to force her into the van. Finally, the first man told her why they needed her to get into the van. Mina was finally satisfied and did a triple back flip onto her porch roof. She grabbed a suitcase and a deck of cards before she made her way down using several acrobatic stunts. "Just don't try to get me to anything before you explain, EVER!" Mina warned them as she entered the van.

In side the van there were three other people, Mina recognized all of them, they were (Colonel) Jack O'Neill, (Major) Samantha Carter, and Teal'c, all were characters of Mina's favorite television show. "Cards any one?" Mina asked, no one responded. "I know you play cards, O'Neill," she said, looking into his eyes.

"How can you know whether or not I play cards?" O'Neill asked. He was somewhat confused, how could she know that he played cards? He never let any one find out that he played cards.

"I just know," Mina said mysteriously and somewhat frighteningly, with a grin that made O'Neill shiver. She reached into her bag, "Chess?" she asked as she pulled out a chess set.

O'Neill sighed, "Might as well play something, it's a long drive," and he sat down to play. O'Neill was haunted by Mina's soft words as he picked up a knight, "They DO look like horses, Jack." As the trip grew longer, passing through several states, the four some saw it fit to tell Mina in greater detail what they needed her for. When the foursome finished, Mina laughed, shaking her head causing her blood hued hair to cascade down out of her loose ponytail and over her shoulders. Her hair had a slight wave, causing it to bounce and flow, framing her face. Mina's laugh was like a thousand sleigh bells sounding in unison, a beautiful sound. Mina was still smiling as she began to softly sing a song, "Let's see what I can come up with on the spot," she said. "Daniel: to the tune of 'If I Was Jesus'.

If I was Daniel

I'd have some real long hair

Glasses and Cammo

Exactly what I'd wear

I'd be the guy for Sha're

Translating O so fine

Home on Abydos

Havin' a real good time

Ohhh and I'd die three times for you

Yeah, I'd show you who's Tau'ri

I'd kill Ra and abhor Yu

Goa'uld who are vain

If I was Daniel,

I'd have a wormhole front door

I'd chase 'round some aliens

Mann, I'd never get board

I'd find me some good friends

Get myself chased all night

By Goa'uld and Jaffa

'Cause they got somethin' y hide

Ohhh and I'd die three times for you

Yeah, I'd show you who's Tau'ri

I'd kill Ra and abhor Yu

Goa'uld who are vain

If I was Daniel

If I was Daniel

I'd go and Ascend

Show up at bad times

When you thought I was dead

I'd speak 23 languages

A scholar you'd say

The Egyptologist doctor

Who killed Ra

If I was Daniel

If I was Daniel

Ohhh and I'd die three times for you

Yeah, I'd show you who's Tau'ri

I'd Forgive Jack and rejoice

As he let me die in pain

"So, what 'dja think?" Mina smiled; her voice could be soft and sweet if she wanted it to be.

"Wow," Daniel seemed to be in shock that Mina (one) had chosen to sing about him, (2) that she had been so accurate, and (3) she had been able to move him so much.