Chapter Three: Her fathers daughter.

Three weeks later Saffron was laying awake in her SGC quarters. She was staying with her father. God knows for how long but she was staying. There were so many people here. Saff felt like it was entire community down here. No wonder her dad had had difficulty seeing her. Part of her still understood that Paula had stopped Daniel from contacting her but the memories of her mother in a proper state of mind were few and she didn't want to sully them. Her father had made attempts to talk to her but Saffron wasn't ready. She'd only just lost her mother. She needed to deal with that first.
A knock on the door shook her from her thoughts.
'Yeah?'
'Hey.' Jack O'Neill walked into the room.
'Hi.'
'Talk to your dad.'
'What?'
'Not to be blunt but he's going mad in there.'
'Don't!'
'What. oh. Sorry. He's feeling awful Saff.'
'Ron.'
'What?'
'Saffron.'
'Oh. Look I get that you miss your mum but you've got a dad. Ok? Don't leave to long. Or you'll loose him too.'
With that he turned and left. Saffron got up and walked to the mirror. She could see her father in herself. She was proud of her dad, of his job and his achievements.
She was a Jackson. Definitely her father's daughter. She was top in all her subjects but adored history. She'd already sat her exam two years early and gotten the best grade. She was defiantly Daniel's daughter. And he didn't know. Saff sighed and swallowed her pride.

'Dad?' She asked knocking on the door.