So Much For My Happy Ending

A/N: Well, forget what I said last chapter. Actually, I kinda didn't expect the delay, but its okay because it gives me a chance to type this up. In my notebook right now where I write them, I've got about 11 pages filled up front and back, and their college rule too. I've rated it PG-13 for later chapters, and I'm still having Dre and JC the main chars (kinda a duh! there though)

Synopsis: When a guy shows up at the mall and tells Dre about the strange nightmares, Dre's whole life gets turned upside-down, but has a strong feeling she knows the guy. Then, the guy tells JC and Dre a secret about themselves which they had never known... Meanwhile, JC and Dre contemplate on their friendship and something else...

Setting: North Side of Chicago, in a small mall (heh, that rhymes lol) in the small neighborhood of Irving Park, recent day (whenever ye get around to reading this).

Pairing: S/J ((OC-OC))

Disclaimer: Stargate: Not mine My Happy Ending: Not mine Very Basic Plot: Mine JC: Mine (means two things there lol) Dre: Mine

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Chapter 2: We Were Meant to Be, Supposed to Be, But We Lost It

At the sound of the voice, the hairs on the back of Dre's neck stood up straight.

Her eyes flew open, and she saw a man, older than her, and definitely stronger than her.

She knew she was in trouble.


"Yes?" Dre said cautiously, scooting to the left a little.

"Well, I was just wondering if..." the guy said. His voice sounded kinda familiar to Dre...

"If?" she said, scooting down a little more.

"It's just that...you guys look so much alike..." he paused. "Never mind. Are you Audrey O'Donovan?"

Dre stopped. The only people that called her Dre was her dad, once, when he caught Dre crying at her mother's funeral, and her principal, who knew that "Audrey" got on Dre's nerves.

"Who wants to know?" Dre asked, defensively.

"Well, I work for the Air Force, and..." well, that explained the gear.

"And?" Dre crossed her arms.

"Look, can we just have a civilized conversation?" the guy asked.

"Well, for starters, you can stop calling me Audrey." Dre said.

"So than what's your name?" the guy asked.

"Captain James T. Kirk, but actually, you can call me Jimmy. Now, um, Colonel whatever-your-name-is-cause-I-really-don't care, I have to go to that important...um...thing I have to go to, so, bye!" Dre said, and then got up and started walking to the nearest store. But as she turned, the guy called.

"It's about the nightmares." Dre stopped dead in her tracks, slowly turning around.

"What do you know about them?" Dre practically hissed.

"I know you've been dreaming about being in the military, about a big ancient ring with glowing water. And I know what they mean." said the other guy.

"And what, praytell, do I have to do, Colonel?" Dre said, sitting down again.

"Just listen to me," said the guy.

"I'm listening, Colonel," Dre said.

"Actually, it's Dr.. Dr. Daniel Jackson."

"As in the stick a needle in me, I'm done, Doctor?" Dre asked, wide-eyed.

"Actually, archaeologist and linguist," replied Daniel.

"Archaeologist?" Dre said, doing a double take. "What's the Air Force—let alone military—want with an archaeologist?"

"Um, given the circumstances, that information is classified," Daniel said.

"Okay, so can you tell me what the Air Force let alone military is wanting me for? Or is that classified, too?" Dre heard the heavy sarcasm in her voice, and she almost—almost­—regretted it, because she felt as if she should trust this person.

"Actually...Audrey—" Daniel started.

"Dre," Dre interrupted.

"Dre, can you describe your dreams, please? I'll tell you what they mean soon." he said.

"You betcha," Dre said. "Well, this actually started about a few weeks ago. At first, when I'm dreaming, I get these flashes of things, and it's kinda weird how I remember these things, cause usually, I don't remember dreams. Anyway, the flashes are usually of people, sights, sounds, but the most frequent one that is in every dream is that big silver ring, and the bright water.

"And sometimes, I have real dreams, but very rarely. Like last night's dream was the longest one.

"I was in a field, shooting at these guys in silver—real silver, like the metal—tattoos on their foreheads, and then I heard myself scream, "Daniel, open the gate!" or something like that, and I'm shooting, a woman and another guy are there and then the first guy is pressing something and we all go in an I feel like I'm being pulled apart but the standing water.

"I know it sounds so crazy, doesn't it?" she asked. "I mean, everything starting from the dreams sound crazy. Wanna know something? I feel like I've seen you before. But Colorado is so far away..." she stopped, and gasped.

"Mr. ...uh, Dr. Jackson, you didn't say where you were...from, right?" Dre asked, then mentally kicked herself.

"Colorado Springs, and no I didn't."

"That's not possible." Dre stated flatly.

"Course it is," his cell phone rang, and he got up.

"So our meeting's over? That's it?" Dre asked.

"For now. Come tomorrow," he said, and left.


The next day was Saturday. Dre went to the mall at four, took the once-escalator-now-stairs up to the next floor and headed towards the fountain, and was surprised, though not very, to see a blond messy haired boy sitting by the fountain.

"Carter, what are you doing here? I thought you went home sick," Dre said, curling her lip mockingly.

"So, I faked a little. So what? Not like it really hurt anyone. I mean it didn't seem like you cared enough to come and see how I was doing." He stopped, and then paused, his face changing into realization. "Wait, you didn't leave me that note yesterday?" his bright blue eyes blazed on hers.

"Sure, course I did. Hey, can we just relax a bit? I don't feel like doing much now." Dre said, all the while thinking, Why'd they bring him in? They have no right to...

That was as far as she got, because she saw a man approaching them.

"Dre? What's with that guy? Nobody comes up here 'cept us," JC said. It was true, they were the only ones with special access to the upper level, which was all closed, since JC's dad was in charge of the place.

"Um..." ((Think of something quick, girl. You want JC to leave, but you yourself stay here. Come on! Think already!))

"He's probably that new guy that your dad hired. I know that there are a few people still interested in buying out more stores." Dre said, helpfully.

"Maybe..." JC still was tense. Dre could feel it since she was sitting right next to him.

"Hi," Daniel said as he reached them. "I see you've brought someone."

"Dre? Sportsmart?" JC said, nervously eyeing the newcomer's gun.

Dre looked at JC. "Not yet," and to Daniel: "You didn't invite?"

"No. Who is he?" Daniel asked.

"JC Flanagan," Dre told him.

"Dre...GameStop? Please?" Dre shook her head. "Okay, then, I'm just gonna find an adult, then..." JC started turning around.

"He looks familiar..." JC added to Dre in a low voice. "Probably on 'America's Most Wanted or something like that. I'm not leaving you alone, but I'm just going by the railing and paging Dad." he started leaving.

"Carter," Dre said, catching him by the arm.

"Uh-oh," Daniel said. "This could be trouble."

"Carter, I know him, so sit," Dre ordered.

"Are you giving me an order?" JC asked, suddenly.

"JC, that's insubordination, so I say, sit!" Dre ordered, and pushed him down, and then sat next to him.

"I just really don't trust them yet, it all," JC muttered. "Sorry,"

"It's all right, I trust them." Dre replied.

"JC, have you been having dreams?" Daniel asked.

"Doesn't everyone?" JC retorted.

"Dreams—or nightmares—of being in the military?" Dre asked.

JC went wide-eyed. "Yeah, like visions, almost," he said, looking at Dre.

"Oh, boy," Dre said, looking down.

"I have these dreams of being in the military, like you said, and being on a team of three men." JC said, and told about the same dream that Dre did.

"You guys, this is gonna sound crazy, but..." Daniel started.

"Can't be more crazier than this," Dre said.

"They're not dreams, are they?" JC asked.

"No. You guys have been," he sighed. "Reincarnated,"

Neither of them were surprised.

At first, everything was silent, but then they both exploded into conversation.

"That's why we recognized you,"

"God, we must have been old."

"No kidding,"

"Well, wait a min, hold up. If we were reincarnated, how did you know? How were we reincarnated, and what does the military want an archaeologist for?"

"Actually, that's a good question. Oh, and one more. What were our jobs?"

"I used to know you guys in your past lives, you'll soon see, classified, and classified." Daniel said.

"So who did you use to be?"

"No one, stupid, it was just me and you. He looks the same as in our dream, duh,"

"No one asked your opinion, Carter," Dre said, grinning. "So, can you at least tell us our names?"

"Well, Dre, you used to be Colonel Jack O'Neill, and, uh, JC, you were Major Samantha Carter," he informed them.

"Wait, hold up here," Dre said.

"So, what you're saying is…" JC started.

"I was a guy?" Dre exclaimed.

"I was a woman?" JC exclaimed in unison.

"Well, that does explain a lot," Dre said, grinning.

"Why are you telling us this, Dr. Jackson?" JC asked. "I mean, why let us know when we've already got lives? Why not just let them live our lives like we've been doing in the last eighteen years?"

"We need to take you back to the base. That's why," Daniel replied.

"Cheyenne?" JC asked. "Hate to break this to ya, but that's kinda a long way from Chicago. I'm willing to go, though, but we've got to pack. That is, if Dre's willing to go,"

"Never talk to Dre like she's in third person when Dre's around, JC," Dre said. "Yeah, I'll come. I mean, my mom and sis are in Vegas, but I mean…Dr. Jackson, if I go to Cheyenne…will we come back?"

"To tell you the truth, I'm not really sure," he replied.

"Well, in that case…aw, screw it. I think I will go. I mean, I am eighteen, legally an adult.

I'll just tell them that I'm looking at colleges. School's gonna be out by the time they get home anyway, and even if I'm not there at Graduation Day, they'll still give me my diploma, so it'll be no problem.

Besides, my mom likes it when I go independent. She encourages it, actually. I've been going places during the summer, and she doesn't mind as long as I come back at least two weeks before school starts, and now that school isn't here anymore, there's a great college in Cheyenne, in a small military academy.

"So, I'm in. Carter, how bout you?"

"Maybe…Yeah, I guess I can tell my mom that I'm going with you. After all, best friends should spend their summer together," JC said, but sounded unconvinced.

"Come on, it'll be fun," Dre said.

"Oh, all right, but your not getting out of rehearsal!" JC said.

"Ha! Brains over beauty, that's what I always say!" Dre grinned triumphantly.

"So, you guys are coming tomorrow?" Daniel asked.

"At seven a.m." Dre said.

"Seven," JC said.


That night was packing night. It was nine p.m. already, and both Dre and JC were at their houses packing.

They packed a lot, clothes, belongings, pictures, anything that they could fit in a few bags.

Dre scribbled a note and hung it on the refrigerator saying that she'd be gone with JC to look at colleges, and that she'd be taking the car.

After she was done, she thought of JC, and sighed.

Well this really screws things up, she thought.

She loved JC, loved him since they were in kindergarten, and had planned on telling him on Graduation Day.

Dre sighed, set her alarm clock to 6:00 a.m., and went to sleep, turning off her light.


Meanwhile, on the opposite side of the block, JC was in his small apartment/house, packing.

He had accompanied Dre the last summer to Disney World and Universal Studios in Florida, and the year before that on a road trip, so JC's parents thought it was okay for him to accompany Dre now.

He thought about Dre, beautiful Dre, with soft brown hair tumbling down her shoulder in long wavy locks, her deep brown eyes like chocolate, who was as cocky as she was smart, a very lethal combination.

He had planned it all out when he was seventeen: on Graduation Day, he'd tell her he loved her, ever since they'd met in kindergarten, and maybe for her birthday, if she loved him back, he'd propose.

Maybe I still have the chance, JC thought, as he finished packing.

He closed his bag, turned off his lights, set his alarm clock, and went to sleep.


A/N: Kinda romantic at the end, huh? Yeah, I'm gonna kinda compare the Dre/JC with the J/S throughout the story. I'm probably gonna end up posting one chapter a week, so, just bear with me! Also, I know that I'm not really putting Carter as the smarter one, but I really can't do the technobabble, so, I'll try to make something up or not put it in at all.

So, have fun with the next chappie!