Title: Daddy Dearest 1
Rating: R (For Language later)
Relationships: F/X
Story: ActionAdventureAngst
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Disclaimer: Anyone who thinks they're mine, well send Faith and Cordelia round to my house. They've strayed again. Have to get them some collars.
A:N: As regards cannon and time lines, this story takes place about a year and a half after S7 in Buffy and sticks pretty closely to that show's Canon, while SG-1's diverges from just before the end of S7.
FIC: Daddy Dearest
O'Neill threw the prophecy translation down on the conference room table in disgust. "This is crap!"
"Colonel."
He ignored his commanding officer's warning mutter as he stared around the briefing room to the members of his team. "I'm sorry Daniel but you must have translated wrong."
"You want a go?"
He glared at the archaeologist. "Me muscle. You brains."
"The Ancients didn't download a bunch of stuff into my brain," his friend countered.
Jack smirked. "That was only because you and Carter's are already filled with so much stuff." He turned serious. "Look. My only son, Charlie," just mentioning his son's name was like a dagger to the heart, "is dead. That's it, the end. I'm the last O'Neill."
"That is not strictly correct O'Neill."
He shrieked girlishly when Thor orbed in beside him. "Damn it Thor! I'm getting too old for you doing that crap!"
"I apologise O'Neill, but the continuance of your race is of utmost importance to the Asgard," the three foot alien explained. "When the prophecy came to light we did a scan of Earth's population using some of Lok-," he growled warningly at the name of the rogue Asgard. "Using some DNA reading equipment we'd acquired," the bug-eyed alien smoothly changed what he'd been about to say, saving him from the ass kicking to end all ass kickings. "And found you do in fact have an off-spring, a mighty and legendary warrior."
O'Neill blinked and smiled slowly. A mighty and legendary warrior? That sounded pretty good. "Where is he?"
"She," the Asgard corrected. "I shall bring her to you." The alien disappeared in a beam of light.
"Sh-," his voice trailed off. "I hate it when he does that."
"Indeed," Teal'C commented from the corner.
A Paris Hotel Room.
Faith grinned down at the perspiring one-eyed man lying beneath her. "Need a break X?" she purred.
"I like this position just fine," Xander grinned up at her.
Faith chuckled throatily. "Good answer." As she lowered her head to kiss her boyfriend, she thought how much her life had changed in the eighteen months since she'd escaped from prison.
The first few weeks after fleeing Sunnydale had passed in an idyllic daze, caught up in the twin buzzes of being out of prison and pardoned thanks to the Council, and having found this guy who actually wanted to be with her not just 'get some & get one'. But then she'd started noticing things, the way Wood would treat her like she was some sort of mother substitute, and talk to the others like they weren't shit.
That rankled. She didn't like B, thought she was pretty much a stuck-up bitch but you had to respect her Slaying exploits – Lothos, the Master, her, ADAM, Glory, and the First, a pretty impressive record even if her personal skills sucked ass.
Still, she'd held her tongue, uncertain if anyone else would want to be a couple with her, a former jailbird with a reputation for spreading 'em at just a cute smile. But she'd seen a lot of bad shit, Wood talking down to G, G the smartest fucking person in history as far as she was concerned, and giving orders to X, telling them they couldn't afford to carry passengers.
X, a passenger? Just the thought was almost enough to make her laugh. If it hadn't been for the lifeless look in Xan's remaining eye, the way he shuffled rather than walked, and how his shoulders slumped. Anya's death had torn the poor guy apart, and she'd wanted to comfort the guy, offer her condolences somehow. 'Cept she still hadn't gotten the balls to apologise for trying to kill him.
And then it happened.
A bunch of the girls had been training in the gym when one of the practice dummies had broken, nothing major just one of those things that had happened when a bunch of super-girls got together and pounded the snot out of the stuff. Trouble was when the thing had broken splinters had flown off, one cutting Wood just under the eye.
Furious, Wood had stormed out looking for the guy who'd made the thing – Xander. She'd chased after the teacher, trying to cool Wood off but to no avail. Once he'd found him, the principal had started to insult X, but the carpenter had just taken it.
Until Wood had mentioned Anya's death was no reason for Xander to take his eye off the ball.
At that, X had erupted and attacked her boyfriend. At first she'd just dragged the carpenter off Wood, figuring her boyfriend would just back off. Instead the SOB had hit Xander while she had him restrained.
She'd just snapped, her mind flashing back to the night she'd almost strangled X to death. She'd failed in her duty to him that night, but now.... The next thing she knew, three junior Slayers were dragging her off Wood, having just beaten the former principal unconscious.
At first she thought she was fucked, having managed to punch and kick her way back into the big house. Instead Giles had just smirked, damn the old guy couldn't half look scary when he wanted to, and said given the facts Wood had got exactly what he'd been asking for for some considerable time. Then he'd got all librarian serious, she remembered that from back in the day, and told her that she had a new very important assignment. She'd been ready for anything – master vampire to slay, apocalypse to avert, or evil mage to track down. But what the Council Head had said instead had rocked her.
He wanted her to help Xander.
She'd been scared shitless by the assignment. She'd seen how he reacted to B, G, and the others, they were lucky if they just got ignored, but G had told her Xan had real potential to be a good Watcher once he got over the Anya stuff. The hell of it was Faith knew G was right, Xan wasn't the brightest on the book stuff but he was always the man with a plan, he was brave, loyal, trust-worthy, and pretty handy in a fight for a normal. In the end, they'd struck a deal, Faith got the Council resources to do what the hell she wanted, X wasn't approved for duty until she said so, and when he was, she could have him for her Watcher if he agreed. If she had to have a Watcher, she was having one of her choice.
The next four months had been difficult. Using Council money, she'd hired a ranch in Arizona miles from the nearest town, bought in a bunch of exercise equipment – weights, sparring gear, and the like, made sure the house was free of booze and started training Xan.
They'd rise at six, not a time in the day she liked, and start the day with a four mile run, adding a mile every third week, ignoring Xander's wheezing protests. Then they'd have breakfast, usually something with red meat, she'd never been one for the rabbit food shit. Then she'd drag his ass into their air-conditioned basement gym and work on the weights. Faith grinned at the memory, she'd never had a guy so reluctant to get sweaty with her.
After lunch, she'd drag him back down into the basement to work on his fighting skills. Well sometimes she dragged him, other times she just flung his complaining ass over her shoulder and carried him down. It really depended on her patience levels.
And at night, she'd sit with X and listen to him talk about Anya and him together.
Those had been the hardest times, not Xan's complaints or arguments. When he talked about Anya, she hadn't had those sort of feelings for X, not then, but listening to the carpenter talk about his former fiancée had made her jealous and scared at the same time. She had been unable to stop herself from thinking would anyone be that sad when she died? Would the Scoobies miss her? Would anyone? She knew her mom or the many guys she'd been with wouldn't.
Eventually she'd judged him ready for duty and they'd taken off for Africa. She'd been in the best shape she'd ever been in, like her time in prison, all she'd done was train and read, she'd picked up a thirst for reading while inside, surprised to find that unlike her mom had always said she wasn't dumb, just ill-educated. But unlike her time inside, she'd also had the advantage of good food meaning she'd lost about five pounds of fat, replacing it with solid muscle. And got a wicked all-over tan, naked sun-bathing really kicked ass.
The changes in X had been even more dramatic, losing close to twenty-five pounds of fat and putting ten of muscle on. Throw in the eye-patch and newly-grown designer stubble, he'd started to look wicked cool, especially to a horny Faith who hadn't got laid in all the time they'd been training together.
So, with both of them in the best shape they'd ever been in, they'd spent the next five months travelling Africa, finding Slayers, hunting demons, and generally kicking ass like only a super-hot Slayer and her ultra-cool demon hunting Watcher could. And then, had come the invite for the inaugural 'Mass Calling' ball. And Xan had asked her to go as his date.
At first she thought he'd meant as a Watcher accompanying Slayer deal, she'd never been too good at the whole relationship thing, until Xan had stutteringly told her he'd fallen for the 'real' her, whatever the hell that meant, the one who'd looked after him in the cabin for four months. She'd been scared as hell at the thought of actually dating Xan, her first relationship hadn't gone so well – what with Wood ending up with his nose broken, jaw wired, and left leg in plaster, and she hadn't wanted to risk her first real friendship with a guy who didn't actually combust if you took him out into the sunlight. But in the end, she'd sucked it up and taken a chance.
And six months later she was crazy in love with X, happier than she'd ever been. And in a five star Paris hotel suite on a four-postered bed with satin sheets humping the balls off the guy she loved. A five star suite she'd hadn't had a clue about until a few days ago when Xan had told her he had a six month anniversary surprise. Damn, he was so fucking romantic sometimes.
"X," she whispered into her boyfriend's ear. "You baby, are gonna," she began to grind herself against him, "get so damn lucky."
"I already did," Xander grinned at her. "I got you."
"Sweet-talking bastard," Faith retorted. Her heart blossoming at the compliment, she kissed her baby on the forehead. "Now I've got -."
"What the fuck!" Faith looked up, they sure as shit weren't in their hotel room anymore. Instead, she glanced around, they appeared to be laid on a table in the middle of some sort of briefing room surrounded by military types. Which wasn't the first time she'd performed for the armed forces.
"Jack O'Neill," her skin crawled as she glanced over her shoulder to see a three foot, bug-eyed demon stood behind her. "Meet your daughter, Faith Doolan."