DISCLAIMER!!! We don't own this. Like most other FF authors, we wish we did! Oh well... *goes back to drooling over picture of Danny*

Author's Note: uh *sweatdrop * this was supposed to follow the plot line. Kinda doesn't. Um. . .. . ok, just pretend there was a lot more time in between when Jack got that stuff in his head and now. Oh, and pretend Hammond actually let him on this one mission. Sorry.

BTW, this was written with my older brother TRYING to whistle next to me for like, an hour. So, sorry if it's a bit whacked. -Talon

Chapter Three Names and New Clothes

Everything was so different. Everything. A) Sha're was, obviously, over archaeologists alive. C) Tolm wasn't there. D) Dr. Frasier, she realized, wasn't even doctor Frasier. That had just been some redhead who looked like Dr. Frasier. WHERE WAS DR. RASIER!? Oh, and E) General Hammond wasn't there.

And tomorrow, she was starting school. She wondered vaguely what it would be like. It had been nearly a year since she had last been to school. She smiled dimly, wondering whether or not it had been a good thing. All she had known then was some creeps dressed in Halloween costumes had barged in one day, fired a few shots here and there, and knocked her unconscious. Then, she'd woken up in an infirmary in one of the skimpiest, golden outfits she had ever seen, with gaudy jewelry all over her, a guy pointing a gun at her, and her bellybutton pierced.

Even now, the explanation of her existence was confusing. The best she understood, she had technically been created as any other child, through processes it was a good thing N'kiri refused to lend her knowledge of. And then, some goa'uld or something had injected DNA into her when she was only a fetus, making her really similar to N'kiri's old host. Then, on top of that, she had been born, had her age boosted, had N'kiri put in, and lived that way before getting booted to Earth with the age-stopping stuff gone, and no recollection of her past to be raised by two adoptive parents. Then, several years later, bring her dead mother back to life, acquire the ability to ghost to about anywhere she wanted, and now live with her real parents on Earth.

How many kids would pay to tell that kind of story? She wondered if she ought to answer that way when the teacher would doubtless ask her about herself. She might get credit for being 'creative'. Or get marked as a liar and a social outcast.

Her life was so over.

With a sigh, she unpacked her clothes and went to set them in her dresser. She wasn't too surprised to find that it was pretty much empty. After all, they hadn't really been expecting her. This was really just a guest bedroom. Not much. Just sort of basic. A desk, a bed, a dresser. The sort of thing a disorganized archaeologist would give his guests. Wait. If she was sleeping here, where would the baby sleep? Of course, for the first year or so it could live in their room, but what about when it got older? This little room wouldn't be enough for both of them! And she would move onto the couch if she had to. But he wouldn't really want her snoozing in where they hung out. What if is was late and he was watching tv and she had to go to bed? What about a time like that?!

Wait, how big was this apartment anyway?

There was a sudden knock on the door. Thera jumped slightly. In the past, when she and Tolm had been eating, a knock on the door was a bad thing.

"C-come in." she stammered, stilling her quick heart.

~"A bit on edge, are we, Thera?"

~"Shut up." She snapped in reply. She could sense N'kiri's disapproval of her snappy reply. She didn't care. It wasn't like they wouldn't have the rest of eternity to sort out a row if one broke out anyway.

The door opened and Sha're walked in, one hand on her swollen belly.

"Thera." She said softly. "Are you troubled?"

"A little." Thera replied with a slight shrug. "Nothing really serious."

"I think it is." Her mother insisted, sitting down on the bed and patting a spot beside her. Thera sat. "I can't say I know what you're going through, because you and I have grown up two very different lives. But you will start over in a few days, when you return to your schooling."

"I'm. . . . looking forward to it." She said with false cheer.

"You remind me of Jack, just now." Sha're said, a slight smile in her eyes. "I know him well enough to tell when other people behave as he does."

So, she could detect sarcasm.

"So. What do you think of this place?"

"It's very nice." Thera said with obvious politeness. Sha're smiled.

"I know it was not expected. Tomorrow we will go and purchase clothes and things for your room."

"Sort of a mother-daughter thing?"

"No. Daniel is coming too, of course."

"Oh. That's. . . . . wow." Thera said, this time with a little less sarcasm. A guy going shopping with a girl for clothes. Her life was so over.

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Wal-Mart. The treasure trove to all people who wanted a good deal. And (according to some tabloids she'd read in the paper the previous night when she'd finally left her room) the new favorite store of the Hilton sisters.

Somehow, she knew it was going to be eventful when they'd first stepped through the doors and the greeter guy stood smiling and waving. Perhaps it was the fact that Sha're had insisted she accept the smiley-face stickers he had offered. Apparently, Wal-Mart greeters had a soft spot for kids with crutches, even if they were teenagers. Or maybe it was because Daniel had been there. There were some things she needed to buy that she really didn't want her father there for.

Either way, it was eventful.

About five seconds into the store, Daniel suggested they go to get her clothes, which were a necessity, first. So, they grabbed a cart and made their way over to the girl's clothing section. Clearly, Dr. Jackson was not familiar with women's fashion, despite having lived with one for eight months. (Thera wasn't sure what Sha're wore a few months ago. Now she just wore a lot of sweatshirts and stuff) His eyes nearly bugged out of his head when he saw a Britney Spears inspired top. Thera (who was actually sort of fond of it) had to explain that even though she had been on Caressia for the past eight months, even she could tell him that, thanks to the ingenuity of MTV, every other adolescent of the female gender was dressed as either a slut or a hooker.

Daniel decided that perhaps MTV was not the best place for her to learn how to dress.

Well, t-shirts weren't so bad anyway. Which was, coincidentally, what her wardrobe consisted of primarily. And clearance-style flare jeans were also acceptable by him.

"At least he cares". N'kiri said lightly.

"I have a belly-button ring, I think I can handle something a bit tighter."

"You only have it because of me. You were too scared to get it on your own."

"You're right. So if I get a tattoo, I can just blame it on you!"

"No you couldn't."

"Thera." Daniel said, snapping her out of her conversation. "Is there anything else besides shoes you think you'll need?

It suddenly occurred to her the two things they had not yet gotten. The two things she really, really didn't want him to shop for her.

"Uh . . . . I think I can get that on my own . . ."

Why? Why was Sha're out buying food? Why wasn't she HERE!? In a situation like this, a teenager could really use a woman to back her up. Was cereal so important? Or coffee?

Ok, coffee was important.

"Uh, we have shirts, pants, socks. . ."

"Um-" Thera cut in. "I'll get it!"

"What is it?" Daniel demanded.

Thera's face must have started reddening, because he glanced back into the cart, confused, until he noticed several things necessary for a girl that were missing.

"Oh. . . ."

"I'll get it." She said quickly. "I'll get everything, don't worry!"

"Ok."

Thera walked off quickly, well, more hobbled off nearly tripping over her own crutch. What a sight she must have been, dressed in a large sweater which covered the top of her brown wool habit, beet red, with an Egyptian necklace hanging around her neck.

"Um, don't get anything padded." He called as an afterthought. Had she been red before? Oh, she wasn't red. She was beyond blushing. Several shoppers had turned and snickered slightly under their breath.

For a genius, he certainly didn't understand the time to and not to tell a girl not to get a padded bra. One of the times NOT to was probably when he has to raise his voice in any way to get her attention. Why? Why??? WHY!?!?!?

After snatching bras and underwear off the shelves (One lady was so bold as to remind her again where the non-padded bras were) Thera made her way back to the cart, tossing them in and covering them with the jacket.

"How sweet." N'kiri chastised.

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The ride back to the apartment was very, very quiet. Even Sha're, who had not witnessed what would furthermore be referred to as the 'unfortunate unspeakable incident', she didn't bother to ask.

When they got back to the apartment, she locked herself in her room to unpack her clothes. Well, considering who she had just been shopping with, her wardrobe was actually pretty acceptable. She set out a turtleneck, jeans, and her jacket for the next day of school.

"I want to go visit Tolm." She said firmly to N'kiri.

"No."

"I have the strength!"

"You do not. You know perfectly well how hard it is to just leave your body like you were an ancient! I forbid it. You might not be able to return-"

"Spare me the lecture, you know you miss Kajren!"

"Yes, but I have the self-control to stay here even when I wish to be on Caressia."

"Please! You know you're just dying to raise a harsesis someday!"

"Like your brother, Shifu? I think not."

"Oh please, I know how you feel about him. You love him, you want to kiss him, you want to date him, you want to marry him-"

"What? Where did you come up with that little jingle?"

"A movie called 'Miss Congeniality'. Now that we're back, all that otherwise pointless stuff is coming back."

"Oh, spare me. You can't visit him until your strength is up, I don't care

that we've been to death twice."

"Fine, fine, I'll lay off."

There was a knock on the door.

"Um, Thera." Daniel said cautiously. "We rented a couple of movies, if you want to come watch them."

"Sure." She replied, pulling off her shoes and moving to the door. Daniel was back on the couch with Sha're, and she could see the beginning credits telling who made the movie and stuff paused. It was probably one of those sweet emotional ones. Not so bad.

She plopped down on the couch next to Daniel (That was the only spot left.)

"Um. . ." Daniel said. "Sorry about the, uh"

"Don't worry about it." She assured him. He nodded and started the movie.

"Um, do I have to call you 'dad' or anything?" she asked almost nervously.

"Well, uh, you don't have to if you don't want to. I mean, I can just be Daniel . . . ."

"I could go without any name at all." She said. "You know 'Hey, can you please pass the corn?' or 'Hey, I'm going to school'. Or just no 'Hey' at all."

"Uh, whatever you're comfortable with." He said, grinning slightly. She realized that she sort of had the same smile.

It was still a bit strange. One day, they'd had to do a project on someone they found in the obituaries in the newspaper. She had started a report on him, before discovering the military block and moving on to someone else. Then, suddenly, he had shown up in her room to tell her all about the Stargate, then, he had shown up again with no clue who she was, then she found out that he was her father, minus a few cloned chromosomes.

Sha're passed the bowl of popcorn, and Thera settled back into the couch, watching the movie, trying to accustom to life as an alien, with an alien and a genius. Well, with a father in the Stargate program, she might see Tolm again. Until then, there were movies to be watched.

Whaddaya think. Please forgive AGH! *dodges overweight cow being thrown at me * HEY! That's animal cruelty! Don't take it out on the cows! Anyway, sorry I haven't updated in forever. This is four pages long. Please love it! -Talon

And a special shout-out to the To'kra who read this. Thank you, Gabby&K'ecgrf!!! THAAAAAAAAANK YOOOOOOOU! -Ravyn