SG-1: TNG
Disclaimer/Claimer - CHAPTER 1 dammit! Notes - None in this one...I'm not really sure where I'm going with this chapter myself to be completely honest with you guys...it's a total and complete mystery to me. giggles That's interesting...a story being a mystery to the author. That's probablly not a good sign, eh? (Oh...and...still...sorry if any of the combinations have been used. (combinations as in: P3X-489) Also, I kind of have this little thing I need you guys to do; Alright, we're going to need to assume that Jack was...well...a little younger than he is on the show, or at least the age the man LOOKS anyway lol. So...the age he, er...looks on the show is about what he is now. So...yeah, basically, Jack was like...30-something in the show-timeline and...early 50-ish now, k? Ok...good. Read on!
Ch 4 -Surprise!
She sighed and rolled over on the cot-bed. She looked around the small room again. She had seen these walls for so long that she didn't even have to look at them to know what they looked like. She had been here for so long. She wanted to go home. She wanted to, but she couldn't. She wasn't neccissarily a prisoner, or that's what the people here told her and it was true, really. She could go mostly where she wanted to and do most anything she wanted, so in all actuality, she wasn't a prisoner. She sighed again and decided to try and go back to sleep for the half hour she had left and made a mental note to ask the elders just why she couldn't go home in the morning.
Reianna slowly made her way into the hut that the strange blond woman that had been here for quite some time stayed in. Reianna walked over to where the woman was sleeping and started shaking her lightly. It didn't take long for the woman to come to. She rolled over and looked up. She smiled a little, "Good Morning, Reianna."
Reianna smiled and nodded. "Morning." She nodded again.
The blonde woman smiled, "Yes, morning."
Reianna gestured towards the door, looking back at her, "Come?"
She nodded, "Yes.."
Reianna was practically beaming. "Meet..." She seemed to be thinking of something and when she spoke again, she seemed hesitant. "Out...side?"
The blonde nodded a little, "Ok. I'll be there soon."
Reianna turned and went outside the hut to wait for the blond woman.
She sighed and sat up, rubbing the sleep out of her eyes. She had to do it today. She rolled her eyes. And how many years have I been saying that now? She sighed again, but quickly got up and grabbed a pen from her bag, as well as a piece of paper. Me and my stupid pen and paper issues. Oh well, comes in handy now... She quickly scrawled a note onto the paper and shoved it into her pocket just as Reianna poked her head in, "Ready?" She asked.
The blond smiled and nodded. "Reianna?"
"Yes?"
"Can I meet you at the worship house? I have something I need to do first."
"Alright. Meet you there." She nodded and went on her way.
The blue-gray-eyed woman sighed and quickly made her way towards the place she needed to go. She was surprised she hadn't broken into a run, and shocked she hadn't thought of this before. She grinned when she saw it; Almost like the old circular, alien artifact she passed through so much so long ago. The only problem was, it was...quite small. "But not so small that I can't put this note in it." She muttered, punching in the appropriate code in and put the note in, hoping against hope that someone would seen it and would know who she was writing to. "Or...someone who is friends with their best friend's cousins girlfriend's sisters boyfriend's aunt's mother's best friend's daughter's niece's friend's father who just might happen to be Daniel Jackson or someone of that sort that might know who I'm writing to." She sighed and could only do one thing that did not consist of her normal day's habits: Hope against hope and pray...a lot.
Cecillia sighed and sat up in her bed. She glanced at the clock; 3:22am. She rolled her eyes and slapped a hand to her forehead, letting that hand run down her face. "Fer cryin' out loud? How hard is it for one girl to fall asleep? Chocolate and pickles!" After a moment and the realization of what she had just said set in, "Chocolate and pickles? What the hell?" She shook her head, but decided to go walking around since she wasn't going to be sleeping tonight.
After awhile, Cecillia was getting bored again, but suddenly she found herself in the Gate room. Why, she didn't know, but for some reason, it seemed like she should be here at this exact moment. Or at least within the next few minutes. Cecillia walked around the room for apparently no reason whatsoever, but suddenly, the Gate opened slightly, threw something out, and closed again. It hadn't even opened all the way; it was like it had started to open, decided not to, but shot something out anyway. Cecillia frowned and in her curiosity, walked over and picked it up. Nothing much, a folded piece of paper. "Gotta get to some light. The Gate wouldn't just throw out a folded blank piece of paper at me, now would it?" She asked herself, walking towards a room with a bit more...light.
Cecillia sighed and flipped a light on. She quickly unfolded the paper and read through it.
Jack,
I've been on PX7-646, which is called Eyarowua (ya-roo-wa)
for the past...I guess it's been about 20 years.
I need you to come through the Gate and bring me home.
I would come to you, but I can't. I don't know where the
gate is, and no one here knows what it is and those who
know, don't know where it is.
Love you,
Sam Carter-O'Neill.
Cecillia couldn't believe what her eyes just read. This couldn't be right. There was no way that this note could be signed with that name. No way in hell. Samantha O'Neill was her father's wife--her mother--and she had been dead since Cecillia was four. She shook her head, "No...not possible. No way!" She kept muttering to herself until someone put a hand on her shoulder, which caused her to jump.
"'Cecillia? I-I mean, Colonel?" It was Jason.
"At ease...first names..." Cecillia muttered.
"Right...So, what's up?"
She turned around and shoved the paper at him, "What's the name there at the end?"
Jason looked at his commanding officer, then to the note. "Sam Carter- O'Neill." He said. "What? Couldn't read it or something?"
Cecillia shook her head, read it fine. It's just not possible that's who it is."
"Why not?"
"She's been dead for over two decades, Jason."
"What? Are you serious?"
Something suddenly occurred to the woman. Her eyes widened, "Oh, God! I've got to go get my dad...or...call him at least!"
"What? Why? What's going on?"
Cecillia didn't answer him, but took the note from the Major's hands, and ran off.
Jason blinked and hesitated for a moment before running off to follow the woman. "Women...they're so damn informative, aren't they?" He muttered to himself, "Where are you going?" He asked.
"My office. I told you! I have to call my dad!"
"Why?"
"Later."
"Oh-kay..." Jason said, deciding he should just take that as an answer and follow her.
Cecillia opened the door in a very loud manner, not even caring, and slid over to her desk, picking up the phone. She dialed the number with such familiarity that she was actually shocked when she heard that it had started ringing. "Be there...be there, be there." She muttered, "Be there? Pick up, pick up, pick up dammit!"
As if on cue, someone picked the phone up, "Hello?" Came the obviously masculine and even slightly sleep-deprived voice.
"Dad!" Cecilia practically yelled.
"'Cillia? What's wrong?" Jack immediately jumped to worst-case-scenario conclusions.
"You will not beilieve what the Gate just spat out at me!"
"The Gate just...spat something out at you?"
"Yeah, but that's not the unbelievable part!" She discarded that information as quickly as she could. "It was a note, a quickly written note for you."
"Me?"
"Yeah..."
"Who was it from? What did it say?"
Cecillia read the letter to him, but paused before the signature. "Love...Sam...Carter...O'Neill..." She said slowly.
Jack could almost swear that he felt his heart stop beating for a second. There was no way that she had just said the name he thought she said. She wasn't serious, was she? No. She couldn't be. But, Cecillia wasn't the type to play jokes and when she did....She wouldn't do this. No way, she knew how touchy the subject of Sam was to him, she just...wouldn't. Would she?
"Dad..." Cecillia said. He wasn't saying anything at all, she could only hear him breathing and it was kind of scaring her.
"Yeah...yeah...I just...are you sure? Are you serious?"
"Yes, I'm sure and...yes, I'm serious! You know I wouldn't joke about something like this, don't you! Oh, my, God! Why would you even think I would joke about something like this? There's no way in a million years that I would--"
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry..." Jack said slowly, "It just...It doesn't seem possible."
"I know...that's what I said, but it must be. She knew your name...she knew you wouldn't know how to pronounce the planet name and would most likely ask someone about it..."
At that, Jack frowned. "Wait...what's this about the pronouncing mumbo- jumbo?"
"Oh, well, she has this little...pronunciation thing in parenthesis next to the planet's name." Cecillia smiled a little and she could tell from the lilt in his voice that her dad was practically grinning.
"Really?" Jack said, shaking his head.
"Yeah...Anyway, um...yeah, now what?"
"Uh, I dunno. I'll call you in the morning, alright, baby?"
"Daaad!" Cecillia whined into the phone, "I'm not a baby anymore!"
"We've been through this, 'Cillia. You know by know that you'll--"
"Always be your baby girl. Yes, I know." Cecillia smiled, "Night daddy."
"Night, baby."
Cecillia rolled her eyes, but the smile was still playing on her lips as she hung up the phone.
"What was with all that?" Jason, who was standing in the doorway of his commanding officer's office.
"Which part?"
"The last bit just before you hung up."
"Oh, that." She rolled her eyes, "You know how dads are with their daughters, they just don't let go and...he still calls me baby all the time." Cecillia shrugged. "Actually," Jason said, "I don't know how dads are with their daughters."
Cecillia rolled her eyes, "You know what I mean!"
Jason smirked, "Yeah..."
Cecillia sank into the black, leather swivel chair behind her desk. She sighed and looked the note over again. It just didn't seem possible. Basically ever since she could remember, Cecillia didn't really have a mother; it was always just Jack and Cecillia. And now, all of the sudden, her mother, who had been dead for a good twenty-three years or so, was alive again. She shook her head and set the note down on the desk that just happened to have lots of other things all over it, memos and such mostly.
"So...uh..." Jason bit down on his lower lip. This was just awkward.
"Sit down." Cecillia motioned at one of the chairs in front of her desk. Jason did as he was told and sat down and Cecillia sighed again, rubbing her eyes.
"What's...going on?" Jason asked, eyebrows raised. "Colonel." He added quickly when he realized the formality hadn't come out of his mouth.
Cecillia waved her hand, "No...don't, just...Cecillia, ok?" Jason nodded and she continued, "Well...it's kind of complicated."
"I don't mind listening if you want to talk about it." He almost said her name, but found that he just couldn't; it would sound much too foreign for his tastes.
Cecillia leaned forward on her desk and laid her head on her arms. "She's been gone for twenty-three years, Jason. People don't die and come back twenty years later...they're supposed to stay dead." Her eyes locked with his, "Aren't they?"
Jason tilted his head slightly to the side, "What do you mean?"
"My mom...she's been gone since I was four. Dead. I-It was a mission she and dad went on. Anyway, uh...yeah, now all the sudden I'm getting a letter thrown at me from the Stargate from her and everything. It's gotta be her, I mean...from everything dad's told me, it's definitely her, but how? How, Jason? How can someone who's been dead for so long just...spring back into mine and my dad's lives? Is it even technically possible?" Cecillia was starting to wonder if she was ever going to stop, so she did. "Sorry..." She shrugged a little.
"It's alright." Jason said to her apology, "It's possible, if she was alive the entire time that everyone thought she was dead but...twenty-three years, no contact whatsoever, and all of the sudden, here comes a letter through the Gate." He shook his head, "I don't know about that, I mean...it sounds kinda fishy, doesn't it?"
"A little, but I dunno...what if there was no form of being able to contact us until now?" Cecillia shook her head, "I don't...I don't know anymore. I think I should just go back to bed."
Jason nodded, "Alright. I'll go back to my quarters as well." He said, standing up.
The two started off and walked together towards their rooms. It was quiet and Cecillia didn't like the silence, so she broke it. "What were you doing up this late and...why were you in the gate room?" She asked the Major, eyebrow raised in question.
Jason, who was not particularly in the mood of revealing the fact that he was quite familiar with his Colonel's sleeping habits, decided to try and avoid that question. "And...I could ask you the same thing, Ma'am." There was no way she would ever find out why he was really down there this late at night. Nope. No way, not possible and most certainly not happening.
Cecillia smirked. That was Jason Pierce for you. "Alright, alright. Be that way then, Major." She smiled, "Now, what would you do if I ordered you to tell me?"
"Try to run away as quickly as possible and lock myself in my quarters." Jason half-joked. That wasn't a complete lie, that's probably exactly what he would do if she ordered him to tell her what he had been doing down at the Gate room this early in the morning. He didn't even want to think about what her reaction would be.
"See you in the morning, Major." Cecillia said as she opened her door.
"Ditto, Colonel." Jason said, doing the same.
Cecillia hadn't been able to sleep at all the previous night. All she could do was think about that note and if it was really possible that her mother was still out there on that planet. It couldn't be right, could it? Her dad had told her that he'd seen her--watched her--die. She had to be dead, right? But she wasn't. She was on...that planet that Cecillia couldn't pronounce the name of without the paper in front of her with the little pronunciation guide.
So, instead of sleeping, Cecillia had laid there in bed all night, willing her phone to ring and for it to be her father's voice on the other line. She just wanted him to call already. It was only eight o'clock though, and on a Saturday morning at that. "Dad won't even wake up for another two hours at least. Getting up, on the other hand, is whole--" She cut herself short when the phone rang. She blinked and stared at it as if she had never seen a phone before. Who the hell would be calling her? She shrugged and picked it up, "Hello?"
"Cecilli, I--"
"Dad?"
"Yeah." Jack said, "You sound...surprised, why?"
"Dad, you realize it's Saturday, right?"
"Mmhmm..."
"And it's only eight o'clock in the morning?"
"I know, what a shock, huh?" He joked, but when he spoke again, it was in a more serious tone. "'Cillia...Are you sure?"
"About...what? Yeah, it's eight...if...that's what you mean."
"No, no...about...that letter. Are you sure that's the name that was signed?"
"Yeah. I didn't believe it at first either, but I had the Major that I command over read it to me. He saw the same thing I did."
"Right...Ok."
"Dad..."
"What?"
"Nothing...you just...you sound...I dunno...distant, I guess."
"Well, I think I have all the right to, don't I?"
"Well, yeah, I mean...with...everything that's going on, yeah definitely."
Immediately after Cecillia had finished her sentence, Jack spoke, and quite quickly at that. "I'm coming to the base today."
"What? Why?" This was a little shocking to the young woman, not to mention confusing.
"I'll...explain that later. See you in a couple of hours." And with that, the other line went dead.
"Well, that's certainly not how I expected that conversation to go." Cecillia said, blinking as she hung up the phone.
Cecillia slowly walked around the base. She wasn't sure where she was going or what she was doing; she was just walking around aimlessly for the most part. She frowned slightly, noticing some kind of odd scribble on the wall. That was when she felt her body collide into something--or more correctly and logically--someone.
"Sorry, Miss, I--" The man's voice came to a sudden stop. "'Cilla!"
The blonde looked up at her name being called. "Yes, sir?" She said, mostly out of habit. Then, her face lit up like the lights on a Christmas tree. "Daddy!" She practically squealed as she hugged him.
"Thought you weren't a baby, anymore." Jack smiled and hugged his daughter back. The two were very close and hadn't been able to see each other in almost a year and a half.
Cecillia rolled her eyes, but decided to turn the tables. "Dad, what--what was all that on the phone. I mean, why are you here?"
"What? A guy can't want to see his baby girl?" He grinned.
Cecillia gave him a look that clearly said: 'I know that's what you'd like me to think, but I know you better than that'. She rolled her eyes, "I know that's not it, Dad."
"Do you have it with you?" Jack asked quickly, never specifying just what "it" was.
"Dad..." Cecillia said. This happened a lot, so she knew that's all she had to say.
"Sorry," He said quickly, "That--That letter. I...I needed to see it for myself." Jack admitted.
"I'll take you to the General, let him know you're here and all, and then-- " She was cut off when the alarm signalling someone coming through the Gate went off. "Dammit. " Cecillia muttered as she started jogging towards the Gate control room.
"I know the feeling." Jack, who was currently wearing his old Stargate uniform, said as he followed her.
Cecillia burst into the room and her unasked question was already being answered by the General. "Unknown and intruding." Then, to Adam, the guy that controlled the opening and closing of the iris, he said, "Where is it coming from?"
"PX7-646." Adam said.
"Open it! Let her through!" Cecillia shouted.
"Her, Colonel?"
"Trust me on this one, General."
General Williams nodded to Adam, "Open the iris."
When the water-flush-like movement took place, Jack muttered, "Just like a sideways flush."
"What was that?" The General asked, casting a glance over his shoulder.
"I...said it was like a...sideways flush." Jack said, quickly adding, "General."
Alexander frowned, "Who are you?"
"Colonel Jack O'Neill."
The General raised an eyebrow. "You're with the base?"
"I used to be, they shut the Gate operation down for a little while and I never got called back. And I didn't particularly want to come leaping back."
"I understand." Alex tilted his head a little bit to the side, "You knew General Hammond, didn't you?"
"Yes, sis."
"He's my uncle."
"Nice.."
"Actually," Alex started, "He's told me quite the stories about you, and I have to say, your daughter is quite a lot like you." He glanced over at Cecillia, who never noticed this.
Jack sighed, "I was hoping you wouldn't say that."
"Well, sorry, but she's basically the female version of you." The General said, nodding to the other Colonel. "If you don't mind, what are you doing here, Colonel O'Niel?"
Jack had a feeling that, even if this kids was the nephew of his General, his explanation wouldn't go over too well with him. He sighed, but decided to take a shot at it anyway, "Kind of a funny story, actually--
That's when Cecillia decided to step in, "Dad, stop. General, it's my fault."
General Williams raised an eyebrow at the Colonel, "How so, O'Niel?"
Cecillia sighed and dove right into her explanation. "Last night, I was walking around the base--you know how I do sometimes--and I ended up in the Gate room. The Gate spat a letter out, so naturally, I picked it up and read it. I told my dad about it, and he called this morning, saying he was coming here." "Who was this letter from, Jack?" General Williams asked, turning towards the man.
Jack slowly closed his eyes before he answered. He was still having a hard time believing all of this. "Cecillia told me that it was from..." His voice faltered slightly over the last two words, "My wife."
"But, my uncle said--I thought--"
Jack nodded, "So did I."
Finally, someone came through the gate. Everyone looked towards it. Only one person was truly affected by this sight: Jack O'Neill.
Jack felt his heart sink and stop for a moment, all at once. Not even he was sure for the sinking; maybe it was because he really hadn't been expecting her. He swallowed and licked his lips before barely hearing himself as he whispered, "Sam..."
Notes - Well...this is getting interesting, eh? Don't forget ta drop me a line! wink
Later days, PFB
Disclaimer/Claimer - CHAPTER 1 dammit! Notes - None in this one...I'm not really sure where I'm going with this chapter myself to be completely honest with you guys...it's a total and complete mystery to me. giggles That's interesting...a story being a mystery to the author. That's probablly not a good sign, eh? (Oh...and...still...sorry if any of the combinations have been used. (combinations as in: P3X-489) Also, I kind of have this little thing I need you guys to do; Alright, we're going to need to assume that Jack was...well...a little younger than he is on the show, or at least the age the man LOOKS anyway lol. So...the age he, er...looks on the show is about what he is now. So...yeah, basically, Jack was like...30-something in the show-timeline and...early 50-ish now, k? Ok...good. Read on!
Ch 4 -Surprise!
She sighed and rolled over on the cot-bed. She looked around the small room again. She had seen these walls for so long that she didn't even have to look at them to know what they looked like. She had been here for so long. She wanted to go home. She wanted to, but she couldn't. She wasn't neccissarily a prisoner, or that's what the people here told her and it was true, really. She could go mostly where she wanted to and do most anything she wanted, so in all actuality, she wasn't a prisoner. She sighed again and decided to try and go back to sleep for the half hour she had left and made a mental note to ask the elders just why she couldn't go home in the morning.
Reianna slowly made her way into the hut that the strange blond woman that had been here for quite some time stayed in. Reianna walked over to where the woman was sleeping and started shaking her lightly. It didn't take long for the woman to come to. She rolled over and looked up. She smiled a little, "Good Morning, Reianna."
Reianna smiled and nodded. "Morning." She nodded again.
The blonde woman smiled, "Yes, morning."
Reianna gestured towards the door, looking back at her, "Come?"
She nodded, "Yes.."
Reianna was practically beaming. "Meet..." She seemed to be thinking of something and when she spoke again, she seemed hesitant. "Out...side?"
The blonde nodded a little, "Ok. I'll be there soon."
Reianna turned and went outside the hut to wait for the blond woman.
She sighed and sat up, rubbing the sleep out of her eyes. She had to do it today. She rolled her eyes. And how many years have I been saying that now? She sighed again, but quickly got up and grabbed a pen from her bag, as well as a piece of paper. Me and my stupid pen and paper issues. Oh well, comes in handy now... She quickly scrawled a note onto the paper and shoved it into her pocket just as Reianna poked her head in, "Ready?" She asked.
The blond smiled and nodded. "Reianna?"
"Yes?"
"Can I meet you at the worship house? I have something I need to do first."
"Alright. Meet you there." She nodded and went on her way.
The blue-gray-eyed woman sighed and quickly made her way towards the place she needed to go. She was surprised she hadn't broken into a run, and shocked she hadn't thought of this before. She grinned when she saw it; Almost like the old circular, alien artifact she passed through so much so long ago. The only problem was, it was...quite small. "But not so small that I can't put this note in it." She muttered, punching in the appropriate code in and put the note in, hoping against hope that someone would seen it and would know who she was writing to. "Or...someone who is friends with their best friend's cousins girlfriend's sisters boyfriend's aunt's mother's best friend's daughter's niece's friend's father who just might happen to be Daniel Jackson or someone of that sort that might know who I'm writing to." She sighed and could only do one thing that did not consist of her normal day's habits: Hope against hope and pray...a lot.
Cecillia sighed and sat up in her bed. She glanced at the clock; 3:22am. She rolled her eyes and slapped a hand to her forehead, letting that hand run down her face. "Fer cryin' out loud? How hard is it for one girl to fall asleep? Chocolate and pickles!" After a moment and the realization of what she had just said set in, "Chocolate and pickles? What the hell?" She shook her head, but decided to go walking around since she wasn't going to be sleeping tonight.
After awhile, Cecillia was getting bored again, but suddenly she found herself in the Gate room. Why, she didn't know, but for some reason, it seemed like she should be here at this exact moment. Or at least within the next few minutes. Cecillia walked around the room for apparently no reason whatsoever, but suddenly, the Gate opened slightly, threw something out, and closed again. It hadn't even opened all the way; it was like it had started to open, decided not to, but shot something out anyway. Cecillia frowned and in her curiosity, walked over and picked it up. Nothing much, a folded piece of paper. "Gotta get to some light. The Gate wouldn't just throw out a folded blank piece of paper at me, now would it?" She asked herself, walking towards a room with a bit more...light.
Cecillia sighed and flipped a light on. She quickly unfolded the paper and read through it.
Jack,
I've been on PX7-646, which is called Eyarowua (ya-roo-wa)
for the past...I guess it's been about 20 years.
I need you to come through the Gate and bring me home.
I would come to you, but I can't. I don't know where the
gate is, and no one here knows what it is and those who
know, don't know where it is.
Love you,
Sam Carter-O'Neill.
Cecillia couldn't believe what her eyes just read. This couldn't be right. There was no way that this note could be signed with that name. No way in hell. Samantha O'Neill was her father's wife--her mother--and she had been dead since Cecillia was four. She shook her head, "No...not possible. No way!" She kept muttering to herself until someone put a hand on her shoulder, which caused her to jump.
"'Cecillia? I-I mean, Colonel?" It was Jason.
"At ease...first names..." Cecillia muttered.
"Right...So, what's up?"
She turned around and shoved the paper at him, "What's the name there at the end?"
Jason looked at his commanding officer, then to the note. "Sam Carter- O'Neill." He said. "What? Couldn't read it or something?"
Cecillia shook her head, read it fine. It's just not possible that's who it is."
"Why not?"
"She's been dead for over two decades, Jason."
"What? Are you serious?"
Something suddenly occurred to the woman. Her eyes widened, "Oh, God! I've got to go get my dad...or...call him at least!"
"What? Why? What's going on?"
Cecillia didn't answer him, but took the note from the Major's hands, and ran off.
Jason blinked and hesitated for a moment before running off to follow the woman. "Women...they're so damn informative, aren't they?" He muttered to himself, "Where are you going?" He asked.
"My office. I told you! I have to call my dad!"
"Why?"
"Later."
"Oh-kay..." Jason said, deciding he should just take that as an answer and follow her.
Cecillia opened the door in a very loud manner, not even caring, and slid over to her desk, picking up the phone. She dialed the number with such familiarity that she was actually shocked when she heard that it had started ringing. "Be there...be there, be there." She muttered, "Be there? Pick up, pick up, pick up dammit!"
As if on cue, someone picked the phone up, "Hello?" Came the obviously masculine and even slightly sleep-deprived voice.
"Dad!" Cecilia practically yelled.
"'Cillia? What's wrong?" Jack immediately jumped to worst-case-scenario conclusions.
"You will not beilieve what the Gate just spat out at me!"
"The Gate just...spat something out at you?"
"Yeah, but that's not the unbelievable part!" She discarded that information as quickly as she could. "It was a note, a quickly written note for you."
"Me?"
"Yeah..."
"Who was it from? What did it say?"
Cecillia read the letter to him, but paused before the signature. "Love...Sam...Carter...O'Neill..." She said slowly.
Jack could almost swear that he felt his heart stop beating for a second. There was no way that she had just said the name he thought she said. She wasn't serious, was she? No. She couldn't be. But, Cecillia wasn't the type to play jokes and when she did....She wouldn't do this. No way, she knew how touchy the subject of Sam was to him, she just...wouldn't. Would she?
"Dad..." Cecillia said. He wasn't saying anything at all, she could only hear him breathing and it was kind of scaring her.
"Yeah...yeah...I just...are you sure? Are you serious?"
"Yes, I'm sure and...yes, I'm serious! You know I wouldn't joke about something like this, don't you! Oh, my, God! Why would you even think I would joke about something like this? There's no way in a million years that I would--"
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry..." Jack said slowly, "It just...It doesn't seem possible."
"I know...that's what I said, but it must be. She knew your name...she knew you wouldn't know how to pronounce the planet name and would most likely ask someone about it..."
At that, Jack frowned. "Wait...what's this about the pronouncing mumbo- jumbo?"
"Oh, well, she has this little...pronunciation thing in parenthesis next to the planet's name." Cecillia smiled a little and she could tell from the lilt in his voice that her dad was practically grinning.
"Really?" Jack said, shaking his head.
"Yeah...Anyway, um...yeah, now what?"
"Uh, I dunno. I'll call you in the morning, alright, baby?"
"Daaad!" Cecillia whined into the phone, "I'm not a baby anymore!"
"We've been through this, 'Cillia. You know by know that you'll--"
"Always be your baby girl. Yes, I know." Cecillia smiled, "Night daddy."
"Night, baby."
Cecillia rolled her eyes, but the smile was still playing on her lips as she hung up the phone.
"What was with all that?" Jason, who was standing in the doorway of his commanding officer's office.
"Which part?"
"The last bit just before you hung up."
"Oh, that." She rolled her eyes, "You know how dads are with their daughters, they just don't let go and...he still calls me baby all the time." Cecillia shrugged. "Actually," Jason said, "I don't know how dads are with their daughters."
Cecillia rolled her eyes, "You know what I mean!"
Jason smirked, "Yeah..."
Cecillia sank into the black, leather swivel chair behind her desk. She sighed and looked the note over again. It just didn't seem possible. Basically ever since she could remember, Cecillia didn't really have a mother; it was always just Jack and Cecillia. And now, all of the sudden, her mother, who had been dead for a good twenty-three years or so, was alive again. She shook her head and set the note down on the desk that just happened to have lots of other things all over it, memos and such mostly.
"So...uh..." Jason bit down on his lower lip. This was just awkward.
"Sit down." Cecillia motioned at one of the chairs in front of her desk. Jason did as he was told and sat down and Cecillia sighed again, rubbing her eyes.
"What's...going on?" Jason asked, eyebrows raised. "Colonel." He added quickly when he realized the formality hadn't come out of his mouth.
Cecillia waved her hand, "No...don't, just...Cecillia, ok?" Jason nodded and she continued, "Well...it's kind of complicated."
"I don't mind listening if you want to talk about it." He almost said her name, but found that he just couldn't; it would sound much too foreign for his tastes.
Cecillia leaned forward on her desk and laid her head on her arms. "She's been gone for twenty-three years, Jason. People don't die and come back twenty years later...they're supposed to stay dead." Her eyes locked with his, "Aren't they?"
Jason tilted his head slightly to the side, "What do you mean?"
"My mom...she's been gone since I was four. Dead. I-It was a mission she and dad went on. Anyway, uh...yeah, now all the sudden I'm getting a letter thrown at me from the Stargate from her and everything. It's gotta be her, I mean...from everything dad's told me, it's definitely her, but how? How, Jason? How can someone who's been dead for so long just...spring back into mine and my dad's lives? Is it even technically possible?" Cecillia was starting to wonder if she was ever going to stop, so she did. "Sorry..." She shrugged a little.
"It's alright." Jason said to her apology, "It's possible, if she was alive the entire time that everyone thought she was dead but...twenty-three years, no contact whatsoever, and all of the sudden, here comes a letter through the Gate." He shook his head, "I don't know about that, I mean...it sounds kinda fishy, doesn't it?"
"A little, but I dunno...what if there was no form of being able to contact us until now?" Cecillia shook her head, "I don't...I don't know anymore. I think I should just go back to bed."
Jason nodded, "Alright. I'll go back to my quarters as well." He said, standing up.
The two started off and walked together towards their rooms. It was quiet and Cecillia didn't like the silence, so she broke it. "What were you doing up this late and...why were you in the gate room?" She asked the Major, eyebrow raised in question.
Jason, who was not particularly in the mood of revealing the fact that he was quite familiar with his Colonel's sleeping habits, decided to try and avoid that question. "And...I could ask you the same thing, Ma'am." There was no way she would ever find out why he was really down there this late at night. Nope. No way, not possible and most certainly not happening.
Cecillia smirked. That was Jason Pierce for you. "Alright, alright. Be that way then, Major." She smiled, "Now, what would you do if I ordered you to tell me?"
"Try to run away as quickly as possible and lock myself in my quarters." Jason half-joked. That wasn't a complete lie, that's probably exactly what he would do if she ordered him to tell her what he had been doing down at the Gate room this early in the morning. He didn't even want to think about what her reaction would be.
"See you in the morning, Major." Cecillia said as she opened her door.
"Ditto, Colonel." Jason said, doing the same.
Cecillia hadn't been able to sleep at all the previous night. All she could do was think about that note and if it was really possible that her mother was still out there on that planet. It couldn't be right, could it? Her dad had told her that he'd seen her--watched her--die. She had to be dead, right? But she wasn't. She was on...that planet that Cecillia couldn't pronounce the name of without the paper in front of her with the little pronunciation guide.
So, instead of sleeping, Cecillia had laid there in bed all night, willing her phone to ring and for it to be her father's voice on the other line. She just wanted him to call already. It was only eight o'clock though, and on a Saturday morning at that. "Dad won't even wake up for another two hours at least. Getting up, on the other hand, is whole--" She cut herself short when the phone rang. She blinked and stared at it as if she had never seen a phone before. Who the hell would be calling her? She shrugged and picked it up, "Hello?"
"Cecilli, I--"
"Dad?"
"Yeah." Jack said, "You sound...surprised, why?"
"Dad, you realize it's Saturday, right?"
"Mmhmm..."
"And it's only eight o'clock in the morning?"
"I know, what a shock, huh?" He joked, but when he spoke again, it was in a more serious tone. "'Cillia...Are you sure?"
"About...what? Yeah, it's eight...if...that's what you mean."
"No, no...about...that letter. Are you sure that's the name that was signed?"
"Yeah. I didn't believe it at first either, but I had the Major that I command over read it to me. He saw the same thing I did."
"Right...Ok."
"Dad..."
"What?"
"Nothing...you just...you sound...I dunno...distant, I guess."
"Well, I think I have all the right to, don't I?"
"Well, yeah, I mean...with...everything that's going on, yeah definitely."
Immediately after Cecillia had finished her sentence, Jack spoke, and quite quickly at that. "I'm coming to the base today."
"What? Why?" This was a little shocking to the young woman, not to mention confusing.
"I'll...explain that later. See you in a couple of hours." And with that, the other line went dead.
"Well, that's certainly not how I expected that conversation to go." Cecillia said, blinking as she hung up the phone.
Cecillia slowly walked around the base. She wasn't sure where she was going or what she was doing; she was just walking around aimlessly for the most part. She frowned slightly, noticing some kind of odd scribble on the wall. That was when she felt her body collide into something--or more correctly and logically--someone.
"Sorry, Miss, I--" The man's voice came to a sudden stop. "'Cilla!"
The blonde looked up at her name being called. "Yes, sir?" She said, mostly out of habit. Then, her face lit up like the lights on a Christmas tree. "Daddy!" She practically squealed as she hugged him.
"Thought you weren't a baby, anymore." Jack smiled and hugged his daughter back. The two were very close and hadn't been able to see each other in almost a year and a half.
Cecillia rolled her eyes, but decided to turn the tables. "Dad, what--what was all that on the phone. I mean, why are you here?"
"What? A guy can't want to see his baby girl?" He grinned.
Cecillia gave him a look that clearly said: 'I know that's what you'd like me to think, but I know you better than that'. She rolled her eyes, "I know that's not it, Dad."
"Do you have it with you?" Jack asked quickly, never specifying just what "it" was.
"Dad..." Cecillia said. This happened a lot, so she knew that's all she had to say.
"Sorry," He said quickly, "That--That letter. I...I needed to see it for myself." Jack admitted.
"I'll take you to the General, let him know you're here and all, and then-- " She was cut off when the alarm signalling someone coming through the Gate went off. "Dammit. " Cecillia muttered as she started jogging towards the Gate control room.
"I know the feeling." Jack, who was currently wearing his old Stargate uniform, said as he followed her.
Cecillia burst into the room and her unasked question was already being answered by the General. "Unknown and intruding." Then, to Adam, the guy that controlled the opening and closing of the iris, he said, "Where is it coming from?"
"PX7-646." Adam said.
"Open it! Let her through!" Cecillia shouted.
"Her, Colonel?"
"Trust me on this one, General."
General Williams nodded to Adam, "Open the iris."
When the water-flush-like movement took place, Jack muttered, "Just like a sideways flush."
"What was that?" The General asked, casting a glance over his shoulder.
"I...said it was like a...sideways flush." Jack said, quickly adding, "General."
Alexander frowned, "Who are you?"
"Colonel Jack O'Neill."
The General raised an eyebrow. "You're with the base?"
"I used to be, they shut the Gate operation down for a little while and I never got called back. And I didn't particularly want to come leaping back."
"I understand." Alex tilted his head a little bit to the side, "You knew General Hammond, didn't you?"
"Yes, sis."
"He's my uncle."
"Nice.."
"Actually," Alex started, "He's told me quite the stories about you, and I have to say, your daughter is quite a lot like you." He glanced over at Cecillia, who never noticed this.
Jack sighed, "I was hoping you wouldn't say that."
"Well, sorry, but she's basically the female version of you." The General said, nodding to the other Colonel. "If you don't mind, what are you doing here, Colonel O'Niel?"
Jack had a feeling that, even if this kids was the nephew of his General, his explanation wouldn't go over too well with him. He sighed, but decided to take a shot at it anyway, "Kind of a funny story, actually--
That's when Cecillia decided to step in, "Dad, stop. General, it's my fault."
General Williams raised an eyebrow at the Colonel, "How so, O'Niel?"
Cecillia sighed and dove right into her explanation. "Last night, I was walking around the base--you know how I do sometimes--and I ended up in the Gate room. The Gate spat a letter out, so naturally, I picked it up and read it. I told my dad about it, and he called this morning, saying he was coming here." "Who was this letter from, Jack?" General Williams asked, turning towards the man.
Jack slowly closed his eyes before he answered. He was still having a hard time believing all of this. "Cecillia told me that it was from..." His voice faltered slightly over the last two words, "My wife."
"But, my uncle said--I thought--"
Jack nodded, "So did I."
Finally, someone came through the gate. Everyone looked towards it. Only one person was truly affected by this sight: Jack O'Neill.
Jack felt his heart sink and stop for a moment, all at once. Not even he was sure for the sinking; maybe it was because he really hadn't been expecting her. He swallowed and licked his lips before barely hearing himself as he whispered, "Sam..."
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Later days, PFB