FIC: Daddy Dearest (2/?)
Jack stared open-mouthed at the nubile beauty laid on top of the one-eyed man who was in turn on top of the desk. Determinedly keeping his eyes on her face and not her body, he opened his mouth to greet her, although quite what was going to say he had no idea, when Thor spoke. "Jack O'Neill, meet your daughter, Faith Doolan."
His daughter's head snapped round from looking at the Asgard to looking at him. His blood had barely time to begin to chill at the burning rage in her eyes when the girl, unmindful of her nudity, leapt off the desk and landed before him at an incredible speed. "You bastard!" a back-handed slap of awesome power collided into his jaw, lifting him off his seat and flinging him to the ground. "You lowlife piece of shit!" In a second, the brunette's hands were around his neck, choking him. He reached up and tried to pull the hands loose but found it was akin to attempting to bend a steel bar.
To say this wasn't a happy reunion was an understatement of monumental proportions. Seeing Teal'c approaching his daughter from behind, he tried to signal with his eyes for the alien to merely restrain the beautiful brunette. And instead watched in amazement when the lithe beauty shot out a flawless back heel kick that connected solidly with the Jaffa's stomach, lifted him up, and sent him flying into the far wall. "Back off demon!" the brunette rasped. "Me and daddy are bonding!"
Now Jack was vaguely aware of the sound of the emergency klaxons blaring as he clung gamely to consciousness. "Faith," he heard the voice and saw the face of the man who'd teleported in with his daughter hovering above the brunette's shoulder. "Stop this, this is wrong."
"You know what he cost me X." The brunette didn't ease up on her grip, although he hoped he noted a dimming in the insane gleam in her eyes. "What I had to go through!"
What did that mean, Jack wondered? "I know baby," the man stroked at the girl's black hair. "But you're better than this, you know that."
"Five by five." The girl released her grip and straightened. And then slammed a thudding kick into his groin, causing his testicles to explode in pain and tears to stream down his face. "Oops," he wasn't fooled remotely by the sweetness of the brunette's smile. "Sorry daddy dearest, that mean I won't be getting my allowance this week? Like the last twenty-two years?" He was thankful when the sultry east coast native turned away from him to her companion. "X, some clothes."
"Oh yeah," the one-eyed man reddened. "Thanks," grabbing his khaki jacket off the back of the chair he'd been flung out of, the young man started to put it on.
Faith raised an eyebrow. "For me, dumbass."
"Ah, sure," the young man snatched Teal'c's jacket off his chair and threw it over to her.
The girl had barely managed to put the coat on when the door burst open and two assault rifle wielding marines rushed in. And immediately lowered their guns at the sight of his beguiling daughter. "Uh gentlemen," Hammond commented. "Your presence is no longer needed. Dismissed." The marines continued to stare, slack-jawed, at his daughter. "Soldiers, that is Colonel O'Neill's daughter you are drooling at!" he waved weakly from his position on the floor. "Do you wish to incur his displeasure? Dismissed!" Instantly the suddenly pale grunts hurried out. At least someone still respected him.
There was a long silence before anyone spoke. "Well she didn't get her looks from Jack," Daniel commented.
"Indeed, Miss O'Neill is most fortunate." Jack glared at the former Jaffa. Sometimes he wondered, he winced as he struggled to his feet – he was getting way too old to be getting thrown around like that, just how much of a sense of humour his friend had developed.
"Not as fortunate as her boyfriend," replied the archaeologist before turning to Thor. "You just transported them in without waiting for them to dress?"
"Clothes are not a great issue amongst the Asgard," the three foot alien blithely explained. "Is there something amiss Dr. Jackson?"
"Sometimes Thor," the archaeologist shook his head. "I wonder just how well you know us."
"Hello?" Faith's nostrils flared at the conversation going on around her. She hated being ignored. "Still here. And," she looked around. "Where the fuck is here anyhow?"
"Faith," Xander muttered in her ear. "Try not to insult the nice men with guns."
"I'll take their guns and shove them right up their asses unless I get some fucking answers!" she roared. "Now where the fuck are we, and what is he," she glanced towards the black beefcake who wasn't human, despite all appearances to the contrary. "And what the fuck is that?" She directed her gaze to the three foot bulging eyed demon who'd brought her and X here. And before they'd managed to get much further than page seven of the Karma Sutra to boot. Lousy little bastard, just 'cause he was so pig-ugly he couldn't get any why did he have to stop every one else?
"Why me?" muttered a bald fat guy in a blue blazer. "I could be retired by now, but no I had to get noble. And what do I get for all these extra years of service? Another generation of O'Neills-."
"I'm a Doolan," she interrupted the man's tirade.
Fatso looked at her, confused. "I beg your pardon?"
"That bastard," she nodded towards the man who'd been briefly introduced as her father. "Hasn't given me shit my entire life, I'm sure as hell not using his name."
"Yes," the soldier stared at her for second before shaking his head and offering her his hand. "I'm General Hammond of U.S. Air Force, this is a top-secret military base -."
Figuring that it wouldn't hurt to be friendly with the natives, she fixed boss native with one of her world-class smiles. "Good to meet ya Shiny." Ignoring the offered hand and Xander's strangled gasps, she patted the general on his head before glancing around and noticing her apparent father had managed to slump into a chair. Shame, she thought she'd done more damage than that. Next time she'd have to make sure X wasn't around to do his noble drag her off act. "Now," she dropped into one of the seats, started to put her feet up on the desk, when, realising that her jacket didn't cover quite as much as it should, she instead placed her feet on the floor. "Ya gonna fill us in on what's the sitch?" She smiled to herself as her boyfriend stepped behind her seat, taking up a typical Xanderlike protective position. Always the Watcher.
"Well," rasped O'Neill, his throat was going to be hell for the next few days. "There was -."
"Yo dick-head," the brunette interrupted, her tone and stare slightly less friendly than a pissed off Ra. "The less you talk, the less likely I am to reminded how much I want to kick your ass."
"Got her father's charm though," Daniel muttered.
"Hey asshole," now Faith's glare turned on Daniel, "let's get some shit straight," the man behind his newly-discovered daughter groaned. "That dick," Faith nodded towards him, "has fuck all to do with me. And the only reason you're not all six foot under by now is 'cause X gets queasy when I lose my temper."
"Do I ever," the one-eyed man groaned. "I come out in hives. Oh by the way," the young man nodded at him, "Colonel, ice on the neck takes the swelling down a -."
"Don't play nice with him X," his daughter reproved. "He's number one on my shit list."
"Just trying to make a good impression dear. I know what a fun place your shit-list is."
"You lived didn't you?"
"Just barely."
"Excuse me!" Jack winced when General Hammond slammed his palm down on the desk. It was always a bad sign when the general lost his temper. "Who are these people Thor?"
"She is Faith O'Nei-."
"Finish that and I'll rip your throat out," his daughter threatened. "The name's Dool-," the girl's voice trailed off and her eyes widened. "Did he say Thor?" she looked up at her equally awe-struck boyfriend. "As in the Norse god of Thunder?"
Well at least his daughter wasn't a complete idiot. "You see-." He shut up at the girl's warning growl, anyone who could back thrust kick Teal'C across the room wasn't somebody he didn't want to argue with without a really good reason. And an elephant tranquiliser gun.
The Asgard walked over to his daughter, his eyes filled with what Jack guessed was curiosity. "I am the Asgard Supreme Commander, daughter of O'Neill- ugh!" Jack winced as his estranged daughter lunged lightning fast at the alien, grabbed him around the throat, and lifted him into the air. Less than ten minutes in and she's strangling the leader of their most powerful ally. She was his daughter alright, straight into the diplomatic corps, do not pass go, do not collect two hundred bucks.
"What did I just -." The girl's eyes widened when Thor orbed out of her clutches to his side. "I hate it when they pull shit like that!" the girl exploded.
Shaking his head, he turned to his friend. "Sorry about that Thor," he apologised. "My girl has anger management issues-."
"I'm not your fucking -."
Jack blinked as the young man stood behind his daughter clamped his hand over her mouth. The guy was either suicidal, insane, or just brave beyond belief. Or maybe a mix of all three. "Dear, this jacket isn't nearly long enough, and I'm getting a draught right up my ass, so we could move the explanations on a little?"
Thor stopped rubbing his throat long enough to speak. "She is Faith O', Doolan, the result of a liaison between Martha Doolan," Jack's heart sank at the name, oh yeah the girl was his alright, he remembered the woman now, her daughter was the very spit, "and the then Captain Jack O' Neill. She is also the Slayer." Jack squinted at his suddenly uncomfortably squirming daughter and her taut-faced companion. What was a Slayer? "And her companion is Alexander Lavelle Harris, the one named in prophecies as The White Knight."
The brown-haired youth growled. "That is it, Deadboy is dust when I see him again! Oh no, he couldn't rip a chunk out of my throat, no, he had to give me a goddamn nickname!"
"Now dear," he noted his daughter had pulled loose of her boyfriend's grip. "What did you just tell me? Stay calm."
"Slayers," Jack looked across to see Daniel looked like he'd been gut-punched in the stomach. "Slayers are legends."
"X thinks I'm pretty legendary. Especially when I-." Again the girl was silenced by a hand over her mouth from her blushing companion.
It was on the tip of Jack's tongue to ask exactly what a Slayer was, but considering he liked his tongue just were it was and not ripped out of his mouth, he kept quiet. After a second, Teal'c spoke. "What is a Slayer?"
"Yo," Faith glanced up at her boy-friend as she pulled loose of his restraining hand. "Looks like Junior-Giles is up!"
"In every generation, there is born a Slayer, the one girl with the power to fight the demons, vampires, warlocks, witches, and other assorted nasties. She's super-strong, fast, improved senses and healing, a natural instinctive fighter-."
"You forgot wicked hot."
"I was getting to that. Mouthy, head-strong-."
"This is ridiculous," the words were out before he could stop them.
In an instant, all trace of hilarity left the Slayer's face. "You wanna another demonstration pops?" He gulped and shook his head, his off-spring was more than a little unnerving. "Good answer," she fixed the Asgard with a glare. "Now half-pint, now we're past the introductions stage, on our side at least, what is happening?"
He couldn't help but notice how the Asgard Supreme Commander scooted behind him at the Slayer's glare. Which was a really bad tactical decision, hiding behind Teal'c would give him maybe five extra seconds of life if his answer pissed the Slayer off. "There is a prophecy-."
"NO!" the brunette began to repeatedly headbutt the desk. "I hate them, they always suck!" Finally the girl stopped and sighed. "Five by five, what's the skinny?"
"I beg your pardon?" Thor sounded confused.
"The 411? The sitch?" The girl sighed. "What's happening?"
"Put simply the White Knight & the offspring of the great O'Neill," Faith snorted at that. "Will lead a force against the first vampire, the Blood-God."
"Lead?" Faith grinned. "I kinda like that idea, I hate taking orders. Well 'cept when X gets all masterful then I get tingly." The youth stood behind his daughter groaned. "You know it's true Xan. Now," the girl's face hardened. "No-one's still told us where we are?"
General Hammond spoke next. "I'm afraid we'll have to discuss some things in private."
"You bring us here without asking and then decide-," Faith's tirade trailed off when a quartet of gun-toting marines entered. "Ah crap." The Slayer glared at Hammond. "Hey Shiny," the soldiers winced at the nickname. "You ain't splitting us up, where I go, X goes."
"And we want some food and clothes," added his girl's boyfriend.
"Agreed," Hammond nodded. He had the look of someone who'd smelt something really bad. Sort of the look the general got after one of SG-1's escapades. "Now if you don't mind."