SG-1: The Next Generation
Disclaimer - From here on out...refer to chapter one. Notes - Weeeelllll.....Here's the second chapter, hope you enjoy! grin OH! By the way: Cecillia's nickname ( 'Cillia' ) is said the same as the way that bit of her name ( Cecillia...) is pronouced, I just chopped the first two letters off. NOW enjoy! lol.
Ch 2 - The Truth
Cecillia woke up around nine the next morning. It wasn't because she wanted to or because she had to, she just...did. It was a Saturday and she would have preferred to sleep in for at least another hour or two. She groaned and rolled of bed and threw open her closet door open. "What to wear today...what to wear today..." She muttered, taking out a pair of worn hip- hugger blue jeans and a black top to which the sleeves set on the shoulders and the rest of it went straight across and around, showing off part of her back. "I love this top...but not today..." She put the top back and took out another shirt; this one was a black cotton t-shirt with the words "A Stargate Command Is Where I Wanna Be" in blue and white electric-looking letters. She grinned, "Maybe this will get my point across." With that, she changed out of her thin, silk sleepwear and into the clothing.
After getting changed and brushing her hair, Cecillia ran downstairs and into the kitchen. She shoved the door open, and ran over to the fridge. "What to eat this morning...what to eat this morning..." She muttered. Shrugging, Cecillia pulled out a block of cheese and cut off a slice. "Cheese...It's a good, healthy breakfast!" She said, her voice rising with "healthy" and falling normal again after that.
"You're awfully happy this morning...why?" Jack asked as he entered the kitchen, eyebrow raised.
"Read the shirt." She said simply, stepping from behind the counter and taking a bite of her cheese.
Jack closed his eyes and sighed, "Look, Cecillia, I know you think that's what you want, but...it's nothing like what you imagine."
"Good. Then it might be better." She said defianitley.
"No...it would be worse. It would all most likely be worse than when I was there."
"Oh please, dad, get over the past! It won't be the same from Goa'uld and all of that!" Cecillia rolled her eyes when Jack looked shocked that she knew what a Goa'uld was. "Oh please! I've been to the library! I've read the books, newspapers, magazines...seen film clips and reels. Get a life, dad!"
"I just...I don't want you to throw yourself into that kind of situation, Cecillia..." Jack said quietly as he sat down at the table, leaning on his right arm. His right hand was braced over his eyes.
Cecillia titled her head to the side slightly as she walked over to the table. She sat down opposite of her father and leaned on the table. "Dad..." She said slowly.
"Yeah?"
"What...situation are you talking about?"
Jack let his hand drop to the table and sighed before answering, mostly in hesitation of consideration of weather or not to tell her. "Cecillia..."
"Yeah?" "Ok...I'm not going to tell you ever mission I ever went on or anything, but--"
"Thank God! That would have to take about twenty years!" The young blond interjected. She jerked her lips, "Sorry..."
"But...alright, this is...about your mother."
"What about her? I mean...she's dead...right? Or is she still here and you've been lying to me for the past seventeen years?"
"No, she's...gone, but...she didn't leave exactly like I told you before."
"So she didn't...die in a car crash, then?"
Jack shook his head, "No."
"Then...how did she--"
"We were...on a mission and got into one of our infamous little...arguments. At first we were just fooling around, you know, nothing serious...but then...I did the worst thing I could have ever done back then."
"And what was that?"
"I opened my mouth."
"Oh..."
"Yep...I let something that I hadn't meant to say slip and...this lead to your mother getting severely pissed off and...well...I..." Jack stopped and tried to gather his thoughts.
"Uh...huuuh..." His daughter urged him on.
"She took off. I didn't really think anything of it, this kind of thing had happened before,--"
"Was it all because you opened your mouth? I mean...before?"
Jack frowned for a moment, "Yeah...anyway, she took off and...because she was so pissed at me she didn't hear the Goa'uld...she ignored my warning, probably thinking I was just trying to apologize and...I don't know, she wasn't in the mood for it, I guess. So...she...the Goa'uld killed her...I got to the clearing not three seconds afterwards...Killed the damn thing and...I think you can figure out the rest.." The last bit was said with an odd sound in his voice and tears brimming his eyes.
"I...dad, I...I had no idea..." Cecillia was shocked to see her father's eyes filled with tears and could feel hers filling up as well. "I...why didn't you tell me before?"
"I...I couldn't...I had finally, after ten years of trying, got to the point of repressing it..." He shook his head, "I couldn't tell you...and then...I don't know...I just couldn't do it, Cecillia."
"So...Mom was...Stargate, too?" Jack nodded. "Do you...have pictures?"
"You've seen pictures of her..." Jack said, slightly confsued at his daughter's question.
"I know, but..." She shrugged, "I dunno...it's hard to explain, but..." She sighed and shrugged agian. "Cecillia...tell me you'll at least think about another career choice...I just...I don't want you to end up like your mother...or myself, either."
"What do you mean? You're fine..."
"No..." Jack shook his head a little over dramatically, "I am far from being 'fine', 'Cilla...you don't know what that did to me. It's not like I just...found her there...I pissed her off, went after her and saw her die...I watched her...and I didn't do anything. I didn't even pick her up and try to head back to the Gate to try and save her. I guess I might have subconsciously known that she wouldn't make it anyway but...I doubt that. I don't think I really realized that until she said so herself..." Jack closed his eyes as her words floated into his head.
"Sorry...sir..." ...... "I don't think...I'm gonna make it, sir..." ...... "Sorry, sir..." ...... "One...last...thing...sir..." and, "I...I love you...Jack..."
"God..." He whispered, "I can't believe she said that...and we...she...I..." He sighed and shook his head, eventually placing his head on his arms, which were resting on the table.
"Dad, I'm...I'm gonna go...up to...my room." Cecillia said awkwardly before doing just that.
Cecillia had practically bolted up the staircase to her room. The tears were streaming down her cheeks, but she wouldn't let on with anything else that she was crying; not yet, at least. When she reached her room, she slowly and quietly closed her bedroom door. She walked over to her bed, collapsing face-first into the pillows and cried the hardest she had cried since she was about four and realized that she had no mommy; that of all the mommies in the world, hers wasn't coming back.
Jack wasn't far from doing the same that Cecillia was. He had gone to his study and was sitting at the desk. He was fidgeting so much he looked like he had ADD...or OCD (he always seemed to get those two confused), whichever it was...it was bad. The tears had been coming since the end of his story to Cecillia, but now they were rolling down his cheeks. Eventually, he put his head on his arms, not much unlike just earlier in the kitchen, and cried silently to himself.
Notes - Well, wasn't that just sad and gloomy. Did I bring your spirits down with this one? I hope not! But the next chapter shouldn't be so...angst-y.
I know...I know...It was a very CLICHE chapter title but...it worked! lol
The next couple of chapters should be more fun and angst-free grin If ONLY you guys knew what I had in store for you lol.
Also, to those of you who actually CARE: I don't think this fic will be very long...anywhere from 5-7 chapters at best. Just a guessing range, there, but...yeah.
Drop me a line and tell me what you thought! Flames are for marshmallows and bad, bad, evil guys to burn in...not for my fic, unless of course you find it very flame-worthy. Then...I might just take it as a compliment...kind of like the CMT Flame-worthy awards. laughs See, I'll take it as a reward...and then...you get to be MOCKED if I reply to my reviewers...this will be more prone to happen if you leave an anonyms flame with no way of contact whatsoever. Then...you will most likely be called a chicken or some kind of variation of this type of childish insult.
Later days, PFB
Disclaimer - From here on out...refer to chapter one. Notes - Weeeelllll.....Here's the second chapter, hope you enjoy! grin OH! By the way: Cecillia's nickname ( 'Cillia' ) is said the same as the way that bit of her name ( Cecillia...) is pronouced, I just chopped the first two letters off. NOW enjoy! lol.
Ch 2 - The Truth
Cecillia woke up around nine the next morning. It wasn't because she wanted to or because she had to, she just...did. It was a Saturday and she would have preferred to sleep in for at least another hour or two. She groaned and rolled of bed and threw open her closet door open. "What to wear today...what to wear today..." She muttered, taking out a pair of worn hip- hugger blue jeans and a black top to which the sleeves set on the shoulders and the rest of it went straight across and around, showing off part of her back. "I love this top...but not today..." She put the top back and took out another shirt; this one was a black cotton t-shirt with the words "A Stargate Command Is Where I Wanna Be" in blue and white electric-looking letters. She grinned, "Maybe this will get my point across." With that, she changed out of her thin, silk sleepwear and into the clothing.
After getting changed and brushing her hair, Cecillia ran downstairs and into the kitchen. She shoved the door open, and ran over to the fridge. "What to eat this morning...what to eat this morning..." She muttered. Shrugging, Cecillia pulled out a block of cheese and cut off a slice. "Cheese...It's a good, healthy breakfast!" She said, her voice rising with "healthy" and falling normal again after that.
"You're awfully happy this morning...why?" Jack asked as he entered the kitchen, eyebrow raised.
"Read the shirt." She said simply, stepping from behind the counter and taking a bite of her cheese.
Jack closed his eyes and sighed, "Look, Cecillia, I know you think that's what you want, but...it's nothing like what you imagine."
"Good. Then it might be better." She said defianitley.
"No...it would be worse. It would all most likely be worse than when I was there."
"Oh please, dad, get over the past! It won't be the same from Goa'uld and all of that!" Cecillia rolled her eyes when Jack looked shocked that she knew what a Goa'uld was. "Oh please! I've been to the library! I've read the books, newspapers, magazines...seen film clips and reels. Get a life, dad!"
"I just...I don't want you to throw yourself into that kind of situation, Cecillia..." Jack said quietly as he sat down at the table, leaning on his right arm. His right hand was braced over his eyes.
Cecillia titled her head to the side slightly as she walked over to the table. She sat down opposite of her father and leaned on the table. "Dad..." She said slowly.
"Yeah?"
"What...situation are you talking about?"
Jack let his hand drop to the table and sighed before answering, mostly in hesitation of consideration of weather or not to tell her. "Cecillia..."
"Yeah?" "Ok...I'm not going to tell you ever mission I ever went on or anything, but--"
"Thank God! That would have to take about twenty years!" The young blond interjected. She jerked her lips, "Sorry..."
"But...alright, this is...about your mother."
"What about her? I mean...she's dead...right? Or is she still here and you've been lying to me for the past seventeen years?"
"No, she's...gone, but...she didn't leave exactly like I told you before."
"So she didn't...die in a car crash, then?"
Jack shook his head, "No."
"Then...how did she--"
"We were...on a mission and got into one of our infamous little...arguments. At first we were just fooling around, you know, nothing serious...but then...I did the worst thing I could have ever done back then."
"And what was that?"
"I opened my mouth."
"Oh..."
"Yep...I let something that I hadn't meant to say slip and...this lead to your mother getting severely pissed off and...well...I..." Jack stopped and tried to gather his thoughts.
"Uh...huuuh..." His daughter urged him on.
"She took off. I didn't really think anything of it, this kind of thing had happened before,--"
"Was it all because you opened your mouth? I mean...before?"
Jack frowned for a moment, "Yeah...anyway, she took off and...because she was so pissed at me she didn't hear the Goa'uld...she ignored my warning, probably thinking I was just trying to apologize and...I don't know, she wasn't in the mood for it, I guess. So...she...the Goa'uld killed her...I got to the clearing not three seconds afterwards...Killed the damn thing and...I think you can figure out the rest.." The last bit was said with an odd sound in his voice and tears brimming his eyes.
"I...dad, I...I had no idea..." Cecillia was shocked to see her father's eyes filled with tears and could feel hers filling up as well. "I...why didn't you tell me before?"
"I...I couldn't...I had finally, after ten years of trying, got to the point of repressing it..." He shook his head, "I couldn't tell you...and then...I don't know...I just couldn't do it, Cecillia."
"So...Mom was...Stargate, too?" Jack nodded. "Do you...have pictures?"
"You've seen pictures of her..." Jack said, slightly confsued at his daughter's question.
"I know, but..." She shrugged, "I dunno...it's hard to explain, but..." She sighed and shrugged agian. "Cecillia...tell me you'll at least think about another career choice...I just...I don't want you to end up like your mother...or myself, either."
"What do you mean? You're fine..."
"No..." Jack shook his head a little over dramatically, "I am far from being 'fine', 'Cilla...you don't know what that did to me. It's not like I just...found her there...I pissed her off, went after her and saw her die...I watched her...and I didn't do anything. I didn't even pick her up and try to head back to the Gate to try and save her. I guess I might have subconsciously known that she wouldn't make it anyway but...I doubt that. I don't think I really realized that until she said so herself..." Jack closed his eyes as her words floated into his head.
"Sorry...sir..." ...... "I don't think...I'm gonna make it, sir..." ...... "Sorry, sir..." ...... "One...last...thing...sir..." and, "I...I love you...Jack..."
"God..." He whispered, "I can't believe she said that...and we...she...I..." He sighed and shook his head, eventually placing his head on his arms, which were resting on the table.
"Dad, I'm...I'm gonna go...up to...my room." Cecillia said awkwardly before doing just that.
Cecillia had practically bolted up the staircase to her room. The tears were streaming down her cheeks, but she wouldn't let on with anything else that she was crying; not yet, at least. When she reached her room, she slowly and quietly closed her bedroom door. She walked over to her bed, collapsing face-first into the pillows and cried the hardest she had cried since she was about four and realized that she had no mommy; that of all the mommies in the world, hers wasn't coming back.
Jack wasn't far from doing the same that Cecillia was. He had gone to his study and was sitting at the desk. He was fidgeting so much he looked like he had ADD...or OCD (he always seemed to get those two confused), whichever it was...it was bad. The tears had been coming since the end of his story to Cecillia, but now they were rolling down his cheeks. Eventually, he put his head on his arms, not much unlike just earlier in the kitchen, and cried silently to himself.
Notes - Well, wasn't that just sad and gloomy. Did I bring your spirits down with this one? I hope not! But the next chapter shouldn't be so...angst-y.
I know...I know...It was a very CLICHE chapter title but...it worked! lol
The next couple of chapters should be more fun and angst-free grin If ONLY you guys knew what I had in store for you lol.
Also, to those of you who actually CARE: I don't think this fic will be very long...anywhere from 5-7 chapters at best. Just a guessing range, there, but...yeah.
Drop me a line and tell me what you thought! Flames are for marshmallows and bad, bad, evil guys to burn in...not for my fic, unless of course you find it very flame-worthy. Then...I might just take it as a compliment...kind of like the CMT Flame-worthy awards. laughs See, I'll take it as a reward...and then...you get to be MOCKED if I reply to my reviewers...this will be more prone to happen if you leave an anonyms flame with no way of contact whatsoever. Then...you will most likely be called a chicken or some kind of variation of this type of childish insult.
Later days, PFB