A/N: I posted this story already in German. And now I'm starting to translate it and change some minor things. I hope you like it, because this OC is really my Baby, kind of. I hope you like her.

This story is not betad so all grammar mistakes are mine. Please R/R. I'd really appreciate it. No flames plz... but constructive critique is always welcomed.

Without further ado: Enjoy the show! Your Dela

CHAPTER ONE

When it all began? Let me think, yes I think it started good twenty years ago. Yeah, right. Back then it all began.

God, time flies.

Charlie and I met for the very first time when my mom and I moved and I got into kindergarten.

He'd been such a Sweetie and I liked him the minute I saw him and he like me too. We were like the siblings we never had. As far as I can remember and after what my Mom told me Charlie and I had a great time.

After some time I was allowed to visit Charlie at home. We had plans made up what we were going to do and I was so excited. Nothing could have stopped me to go and visit him.

And there and then, on this very first meeting, I fell in love. Okay, I have been six, but who cares? I met him, the one I know now Charlie had his charm from. It had to be a genetic thing because his father was the personification of charm. Well I didn't really knew then what charm was, but looking back it was charm in his perfection. Jack, Charlie's father, opened the door when I arrived and greeted me with a warm smile and soft eyes.

"Hey, you must be Hannah. Charlie's talking nonstop 'bout you. Come in."

He was such a nice man, he still is a nice man. He was everything I dreamed a father should be, had to be. He was funny, sometimes worse than Charlie and me about mischief making, he cared and he was nice. He knew how to built a volcano for the science project and he knew the best fairy tales and read them to us.

Sometimes I was a little envious, because all I wished for was to have a dad like him.

I visited Charlie and Jack as often as I could and my mom would allow me to. We had so much fun.

Hell, I miss that time. Everything was so easy.

Well, until it happened.

It was some years later, Charlie and I went to Junior High School, we were about twelve or thirteen years old when Charlie died. From one moment to another he simply was gone. The day before he was in school like every day, and the next he wasn't.

I can still remember, just like it's been yesterday, when our teacher walked into our class room, her face grief stricken, tears strained. Everyone knew that something bad must have happened but what she told us no one of us could have guessed. She told us that Charlie shot himself with his father's gun accidently.

I was numb, perplexed, nothing reached me. I didn't feel anything, no grief, pain, loss. I didn't cry, or screamed or left the room. I simply sat there and felt nothing. I was like an empty shell. I spent the rest of the day like any other, shed no tear. Later, when I arrived at home I fainted in the kitchen. My mom brought me to the hospital immediately. The doctor told us that my mind had a kind of shut down and that after a while my body simply followed.

Charlie's death hit me worse than anything I can remember. After my blackout I realized that I was never going to see Charlie again.

Never.

I hid in my room for an eternity. I cried days long, I wasn't able to think about anything but Charlie. My mom was so worried, and I felt sorry for her that she wasn't able to help me in any way, but I couldn't help it. But one day I realized that Charlie would be coming back no matter how long I kept myself locked away from the world and returned to face my seventh year at junior high.

After I successfully found myself again I wanted to write Jack and Sarah, Charlie's mom. I tried several times to call them, ask them if it was okay for me to come over and to talk with them about Charlie, but my mom said that it wouldn't be a good idea to do so. She told me that she had heard that the O'Neills had problems and that they surely wouldn't want to be reminded of Charlie by seeing me. I of course obeyed and didn't call them but without my mom noticing I wrote a letter to Jack, telling him how sorry I was about Charlie, that I was going to miss him too and that I'll never forget Charlie or him for that matter. And I thanked him for being so nice to me and for treating me like I was part of the family since the very first day. I just wanted to help him, wanted to ease some of his pain.

I never received an answer.

Some time later I heard that Jack and Sarah got divorced after Charlie's death, but that were just the rumors I picked up.

My mom and I moved back to Frisco, she got a good job back at the coast and being underage I had to move with her. We had a huge fight about that but in the end I had to commit defend. She was the Mom and I was barely 14.

The memories began to hurt less, they began to fade until they bubbled to the surface only on days like Charlie's birthday or the day of his death, and sometimes in between. Forgetting him completely was unthinkable.

I never heard of Jack after that. A short while ago though that changed. By a pure fluke I met him in a supermarket, in Colorado Springs. Of all places.

I needed milk, well I bought a bunch of pasta dishes, tomatoes, popcorn, chips in thousand different flavors and coke as well. All I needed for my complete satisfaction was a ton of chocolate and I would have been fine for tonight. When I reached the chocolate section I dived into the miscellaneous repertoire of chocolate bars. I was so deep in thought about if I should either pick the strawberry flavored one or like every time the peanut butter flavored one, that I didn't notice him at first. He was hidden behind a tall, dark skinned man and added to that they were good 15 feet away from me.

My attention got roused first when he shouted something like: "Damn, why does Daniel have to need that special chocolate thingy? Please, where are we going to find peanut butter bars? Here? In between thousands and thousands of chocolate bars?"

I knew this voice and knew right away whom it belonged to. My head spun around. There he was. Jack O'Neill. His hair more gray then I remembered but the ten years that had passed would leave their traces even on a Jack O'Neill. He wore plain jeans and a leather jacket. On his gray head he wore a black cap. And to my total surprise he was...hot!

But that was impossible, right? Jack O'Neill wouldn't go shopping in Colorado Springs? Would he? With a man?

Stupid thoughts shot through my head: Did Sarah and he got divorced because he was gay? Was he gay? Was Colorado Springs USA's new capital city for gay couples? And why the hell was there no marshmallow flavored chocolate?

I turned and took a closer look at the men who slowly walked in my direction. Jack kept mumbling something about a bastard and chocolate addiction under his breath while scanning the shelves for the needed bar. So, I had to decide what to do, fast. Should I let them pass and not say a word? No, that was definitely not an option. I hadn't seen him for so long and letting him walk away was not what I wanted, that I was sure of.

But the big question was how to approach him. Because I knew that I changed far more than he did. He would never ever recognize me with me only standing in his way waiting. No, no. Far to risky.

So, that left me with... me. I had to rise, go to him and make the first contact. And after getting past that huge kind of man I had to say something clever and funny and not girly. That was the most important... not girly. I shuddered slightly at the thought about me giggling an embarrassing giggle in front of him. "Hey, Jack. You remember me? hihihihi" That would be unbearable, that was a big: No no. Not gonna happen.

I took a deep last breath, picked one peanut butter special monster super chocolate bar and rose. I turned just in the right moment when they were about to walk past me. Great timing was always one of my specials.

"I'd pick this one, Jack. Everyone loves them."

At the sound of his name Jack stopped and looked at me, very confused I might add. I grinned. I did not giggle, although his expression was priceless.

He looked me up and down and gave me a smile in return. He took the bar, gave it a half glance and turned back to me. I saw his mind working and thinking about who I was and why I knew his name. Every now and then his eyes shut half close. He was really thinking hard. And I wasn't going to let him off the hook so easily.

Through this whole inspection I hoped that he would find something familiar in my face, my mimic and answer: "Of course, Hannah. How have you been doing?"

He didn't.

"You don't remember me, do you?"

He shook his head no, after another second of thinking. "I'm sorry, Ma'am."

Gosh, how cute.

"Well, you want a hint?"

Of course he did. Men are so simple, right?

He nodded. Didn't I tell you? Simple.

I made a hard thinking face.

"Lemme think, who poured a whole pack of flour over your head on Christmas? For what I'm really sorry."

It has been one of those moments in your life you were never going to forget. It had been so much fun, we were making cookies, the whole kitchen was smelling so delicately. And after a while into baking we got kinda childish and suddenly I had the whole pack of flour poured over him. He was so shocked but after some moments he began to laugh hysterical. White all over. That was a sight, I tell you.

I looked expectantly at him, and almost heard the pieces in his head fall together.

"Hannah Sawyer?" God, he still knows my name! I thought and breathed a sigh of relief.

His face literally began to shine. His grin widened, his eyes lit up and for one moment I thought he would grab and hug me. He didn't hug me but I'm sure he wanted to.

I wanted him to. I took a deep breath.

"Hannah?" Anew he looked me up and down. His grin turned into an open and wide smile.

I felt so good, knowing that he still remembered me and that seeing me seemed to make him happy. I feared for many years that, once Jack saw me he would be all grief stricken and sad, because I reminded him so much of Charlie.

But the contrary was the case. "Wow." he only said kind of overwhelmed.

"What are ya doing here?"

Okay, I knew that it was just a rhetorical question but I just couldn't bring myself to stop saying: "Shopping?"

"Ha ha! Very funny" He still smiled. So, irony was okay, meant Jack was Jack again.

"Just look at you. You're tall and... look at you."

"Well, ten years do their work in that case." I smiled.

"What, ten years already?"

Suddenly his face went gloomy, he broke eye contact and I knew exactly why. Ten years not seeing me meant ten years no Charlie and it hurt. Not only him.

But as if pushing the right button he looked up again and pretended nothing had happened. I knew better, he knew I did but I didn't dare to say a word, I had no right to.

"Hannah, I'd like you to meet a good friend. That's...T!"

I didn't understand the pause he made but I didn't really bother to ask, I just didn't care at the moment. Jack was here. I was really girlish inside, but luckily I suppressed to show it on the outside.

Marty rose an eyebrow and looked slightly annoyed at Jack, then he turned back surveying the mall with a stoic yet resigning expression.

"Damn!" Jack exclaimed suddenly. "I almost forgot." Jack looked at his watch and ran a hand through his hair.

"T. We gotta go."

"T?" He was acting very strange.

"Ahm, yes...T. It's a nick name. Insider sorta!" Jack babbled.

"Like in Mr. T?"

I was not really convinced but who am I to ask about strange names and even stranger nicknames?

"So, it's goodbye then?" This couldn't have been all. No, I just met him again after all this time and now two seconds later he would be leaving already?

"No, damn." He wound and his face got very wrinkled when he frowned but then his expression changed.

"Hey, how about you coming to my party tonight. I gotta go now, some preparing still to do. It's going to be a nice old fashioned Barbecue with some friends. What are you sayin'?"

Jack, party, BBQ? I would have been crazy to say no. I of course waited a moment or two. Didn't want to sound too eager. "Yeah, that would be great." I said and smiled and he returned my smile.

Did he always had such a nice smile? But I already said that he was Mr. Charming, and I first learned that in this stupid mall.

"Yes. Wait, here, my address. Come 'round eight o'clock." He picked one of the popcorn boxes out of my shopping cart and wrote his address down with a bic he took out of his jacket pocket.

"I hope you're coming." he said with a last wink and was gone behind the next shelf.

"See you later!" I heard over through the half mall and had to giggle. Damn. And I was so close not to.