In chapter 10 I put Kayla Ferretti instead of Natalia once so sorry about
that-I've changed it now though. Please
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Chapter 11.
Natalia Ferretti paced the hall outside the small room where Paige was being psychoanalysed; her father was sitting in a leather seat watching her.
"Natalia, you're making me dizzy." He patted the chair next to him. "Sit down, walking in circles won't make any difference."
"You're not angry with me are you?" She whispered.
"No, I'm not angry with you, the lowlife scumbag who got you into this mess in the first place, yes, but not you." He put a tanned hand on her knee. "It explains where you were for a year anyway."
"What if she doesn't like me? What if she blames me for..." She was cut off.
"Natalia, she'll love you, what's not to love?" He cupped her tearstained face in his gigantic hands. "Don't worry."
The door opened and Dr. McKenzie walked out.
"Miss Ferretti, I think Paige is ready to see you now. Mr Ferretti, you should probably wait out here." He said nervously.
The Italian waved his arm and let his daughter go in.
The psychologist moved into the room and the judge pulled a chair out for Natalia, she ignored him and went to her daughter.
"You look like your father." She sobbed. "You are so pretty."
"Miss Ferretti, would you take a seat?" The judge asked.
She complied but never took her eyes off Paige.
"I'm sorry, I had no other choice but to leave you. I hope you understand."
"What happened?" Paige took the crying woman's hand.
"My father didn't approve of my boyfriend, he said he wasn't Italian enough. I kept seeing him until I got pregnant. I didn't know what to do so I ran away, away from him, away from my father. I ended up in Chicago with old school friends, the Jones', when I had you and went back to my family they took you in. I'm sorry for what I have put you through, I knew that they were both being promoted, but I had no idea that they would neglect you like that."
She paused and wiped her eyes.
"I guess I never really expected to see you again, but I'm glad I have, you are so beautiful."
"Who's my father?" Paige said with tears in her eyes.
"He was a brilliant man, so caring and passionate. He was very clever, and loved his work. I haven't seen him in seventeen years. His name was Dr. Daniel Jackson."
"What?" Paige said in disbelief. "No way, there has to be some mistake."
"How do you know Dr. Jackson Paige?" Asked the judge.
"I, uh, read his file." She lied, okay so she had read it but still.
"I think we should tell Daniel." Said McKenzie.
Natalia sniffed. "What about my father?"
"We should tell him too."
"Not together, my father will kill him."
"Okay," The judge opened the door. "Mr Ferretti, you can come in now."
The man walked in and studied his granddaughter for a moment. He walked up to her and gave her a kiss on each cheek.
"Get used to it kid, you're Italian." He smiled. "You are pretty like your mother. That archaeologists the father isn't he?"
"Yes father."
"Never mind, she is still a Ferretti." He clapped her on the shoulder. "Don't speak much do you?"
"Well, if you've just met your real mother and found out who your father is you wouldn't be very conversational."
Primo smiled. "I stand corrected."
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Daniel paced the hall in a similar manner to Natalia had earlier.
"Daniel, would you stop with the pacing? You're giving me a headache." Jack said from one of the leather seats. Sam was in the other and Teal'c was standing next to Jack.
"Sorry. Why do they want me?" He asked no one in particular. "Why can't I go in yet?"
"Daniel, calm down. They probably want to talk to you because Natalia mentioned you or something."
"You're right." He said leaning on the opposite wall and sliding down till he was sitting cross-legged on the floor.
"Oh my God." Jack whispered as the cogs turned in his head. "Daniel, do you know that Paige sits in that exact same position when she's trying to think?"
"So what, lots of people sit like this."
"Yes, but she runs her hands through her hair just like you do and she looks like you."
"What are you saying?"
"You think Daniel's her father?" Sam asked.
"I can't be, I mean I haven't seen Natalia for ages."
"Danny, you said it yourself, seventeen/eighteen years. Paige is seventeen."
Daniel sat staring at the floor until the door opened and Primo Ferretti walked out, then he stared at the man and tried to make himself as small as possible.
"Daniel." He nodded and left.
"He's not mad, she can't be mine. If she was I'd be dead by now."
"Daniel, no matter how many bad things you hear about the Mafia, they aren't all true. The Italian's love children and grandchildren, he's probably pleased with you."
"Thanks Jack, but back to reality." He said sarcastically.
Natalia opened the door and walked out. Her face was red and blotchy from crying, she smiled at Daniel then walked down the corridor after her father.
Paige came out next with her two guards; her face was also blotchy from crying. She smiled at SG1 and sat down on the floor next to Daniel. The rest of the team and the two guards backed away to give them some space.
"Daniel, you're my..." She started.
"I know, looks like I'll be seeing more of you then?"
"I guess. Look I don't expect anything from you, you know."
"Hey, you're stuck with me now. We have to make up for lost time." He smiled.
"Oh, great!" She grinned sarcastically and put her head on his chest. "So, how are you taking this Dad?"
"Quite well, I think." He put his arm around her shoulders. "How about you?"
"It's weird, I thought I'd hate my parents for leaving me, but I'm not mad. I guess I'll have to get used to having people who care about me, not just my hacking skills."
"You know I'll always be there for you, and if you get sick of me you can talk to the others, my family is your family."
"It's 'mi casa es tu casa' Daniel, I mean Dad.»
«Don't worry, call me what you feel best with. As long as it's not insulting!"
"Would I do a thing like that?"
"Yes."
"Okay, bad example." Fiddled with a button on his shirt. "What was it like being dead?"
"Honestly, I don't remember. I wasn't exactly dead, just ascended."
"Oh, I think they want us." She said pointing to the others. "I'm special, I have an entourage!"
"Yeah, not the groupies I'd pick though."
"Nah, they're too old." She stood up and pulled her newly found dad up as well.
They walked up to the group of people and went their separate ways.
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More to come...
Chapter 11.
Natalia Ferretti paced the hall outside the small room where Paige was being psychoanalysed; her father was sitting in a leather seat watching her.
"Natalia, you're making me dizzy." He patted the chair next to him. "Sit down, walking in circles won't make any difference."
"You're not angry with me are you?" She whispered.
"No, I'm not angry with you, the lowlife scumbag who got you into this mess in the first place, yes, but not you." He put a tanned hand on her knee. "It explains where you were for a year anyway."
"What if she doesn't like me? What if she blames me for..." She was cut off.
"Natalia, she'll love you, what's not to love?" He cupped her tearstained face in his gigantic hands. "Don't worry."
The door opened and Dr. McKenzie walked out.
"Miss Ferretti, I think Paige is ready to see you now. Mr Ferretti, you should probably wait out here." He said nervously.
The Italian waved his arm and let his daughter go in.
The psychologist moved into the room and the judge pulled a chair out for Natalia, she ignored him and went to her daughter.
"You look like your father." She sobbed. "You are so pretty."
"Miss Ferretti, would you take a seat?" The judge asked.
She complied but never took her eyes off Paige.
"I'm sorry, I had no other choice but to leave you. I hope you understand."
"What happened?" Paige took the crying woman's hand.
"My father didn't approve of my boyfriend, he said he wasn't Italian enough. I kept seeing him until I got pregnant. I didn't know what to do so I ran away, away from him, away from my father. I ended up in Chicago with old school friends, the Jones', when I had you and went back to my family they took you in. I'm sorry for what I have put you through, I knew that they were both being promoted, but I had no idea that they would neglect you like that."
She paused and wiped her eyes.
"I guess I never really expected to see you again, but I'm glad I have, you are so beautiful."
"Who's my father?" Paige said with tears in her eyes.
"He was a brilliant man, so caring and passionate. He was very clever, and loved his work. I haven't seen him in seventeen years. His name was Dr. Daniel Jackson."
"What?" Paige said in disbelief. "No way, there has to be some mistake."
"How do you know Dr. Jackson Paige?" Asked the judge.
"I, uh, read his file." She lied, okay so she had read it but still.
"I think we should tell Daniel." Said McKenzie.
Natalia sniffed. "What about my father?"
"We should tell him too."
"Not together, my father will kill him."
"Okay," The judge opened the door. "Mr Ferretti, you can come in now."
The man walked in and studied his granddaughter for a moment. He walked up to her and gave her a kiss on each cheek.
"Get used to it kid, you're Italian." He smiled. "You are pretty like your mother. That archaeologists the father isn't he?"
"Yes father."
"Never mind, she is still a Ferretti." He clapped her on the shoulder. "Don't speak much do you?"
"Well, if you've just met your real mother and found out who your father is you wouldn't be very conversational."
Primo smiled. "I stand corrected."
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Daniel paced the hall in a similar manner to Natalia had earlier.
"Daniel, would you stop with the pacing? You're giving me a headache." Jack said from one of the leather seats. Sam was in the other and Teal'c was standing next to Jack.
"Sorry. Why do they want me?" He asked no one in particular. "Why can't I go in yet?"
"Daniel, calm down. They probably want to talk to you because Natalia mentioned you or something."
"You're right." He said leaning on the opposite wall and sliding down till he was sitting cross-legged on the floor.
"Oh my God." Jack whispered as the cogs turned in his head. "Daniel, do you know that Paige sits in that exact same position when she's trying to think?"
"So what, lots of people sit like this."
"Yes, but she runs her hands through her hair just like you do and she looks like you."
"What are you saying?"
"You think Daniel's her father?" Sam asked.
"I can't be, I mean I haven't seen Natalia for ages."
"Danny, you said it yourself, seventeen/eighteen years. Paige is seventeen."
Daniel sat staring at the floor until the door opened and Primo Ferretti walked out, then he stared at the man and tried to make himself as small as possible.
"Daniel." He nodded and left.
"He's not mad, she can't be mine. If she was I'd be dead by now."
"Daniel, no matter how many bad things you hear about the Mafia, they aren't all true. The Italian's love children and grandchildren, he's probably pleased with you."
"Thanks Jack, but back to reality." He said sarcastically.
Natalia opened the door and walked out. Her face was red and blotchy from crying, she smiled at Daniel then walked down the corridor after her father.
Paige came out next with her two guards; her face was also blotchy from crying. She smiled at SG1 and sat down on the floor next to Daniel. The rest of the team and the two guards backed away to give them some space.
"Daniel, you're my..." She started.
"I know, looks like I'll be seeing more of you then?"
"I guess. Look I don't expect anything from you, you know."
"Hey, you're stuck with me now. We have to make up for lost time." He smiled.
"Oh, great!" She grinned sarcastically and put her head on his chest. "So, how are you taking this Dad?"
"Quite well, I think." He put his arm around her shoulders. "How about you?"
"It's weird, I thought I'd hate my parents for leaving me, but I'm not mad. I guess I'll have to get used to having people who care about me, not just my hacking skills."
"You know I'll always be there for you, and if you get sick of me you can talk to the others, my family is your family."
"It's 'mi casa es tu casa' Daniel, I mean Dad.»
«Don't worry, call me what you feel best with. As long as it's not insulting!"
"Would I do a thing like that?"
"Yes."
"Okay, bad example." Fiddled with a button on his shirt. "What was it like being dead?"
"Honestly, I don't remember. I wasn't exactly dead, just ascended."
"Oh, I think they want us." She said pointing to the others. "I'm special, I have an entourage!"
"Yeah, not the groupies I'd pick though."
"Nah, they're too old." She stood up and pulled her newly found dad up as well.
They walked up to the group of people and went their separate ways.
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More to come...
