FIC: Daddy Dearest (3/?)

"Ah hell!" Faith punched the steel door of the quarters they'd been escorted to, putting a fist-shaped dent into it. "What the fuck we gonna do Xan?" Faith paced the floor of their small cell.

"Well unless you've got an idea to get us out of this base that doesn't involve us trying to John Wayne it out of here," Xander picked up a pair of pants and began to dress. "We sit tight and see what's going on. After all, that guy is apparently your dad-," she growled warningly, but the only mortal who wasn't intimidated by her just stared. "Faith, how do you feel about all this?"

Faith stopped her pacing and looked at her Watcher-best friend-lover, resisting the urge to shout at him. There were some things that only X and Fang could get away with talking about, and this was definitely one of them. Desperate to avoid talking about it, she went for classic Faith evasion strategy. Shrugging the khaki jacket to the ground, she swayed over to her suddenly deer-in-the-headlights looking boyfriend. "I feel wicked pissed that we were interrupted right in the middle of some kick-ass sex when we got pulled here, but," she shrugged, "we got a bed, might as well finish what we started."

"Uh Faith," Xander pointed over her shoulder. "Video camera."

Faith glanced over her shoulder at the CCTV camera in the corner. "So?" she winked at her boyfriend. It wasn't like it would be the first blue she'd ever made. "We'll have to ask for a copy when we leave." Seeing her boyfriend's mouth open in protest, she pressed her lips to his and pushed him onto the bed. Time for facing the past afterwards.

Jack paced the floor of the office. "Got anything yet Sam?"

"Uh," her 2IC's eyes fluttered nervously. "I'm having terrible trouble trying to crack into Mr. Harris' files-."

"Damn it Sam!" he barked. "I don't care about him," well not directly, just his relationship to his girl. "I want to know about Faith!" The fact that he could smell that Sam was hiding something didn't help matters either.

"Stand down Colonel," General Hammond warned.

After a second he nodded and stepped back. "Sorry Major," he said, his tone clipped.

"I have this."

His heart dropped as he read through the print-out the scientist passed him. Her mother, an apparent drug addict and convicted prostitute, Faith had been in and out of foster care from the age of ten, arrested for assault on her foster-father at the age of 13. Apparently she'd alleged sexual abuse, and, bile rose in his throat as he turned the page over, tests had confirmed it. Then she'd run away, and the next few pages were a litany of arrests for burglary, street theft, and assault. In Feb '98, a few months before Faith's sixteenth birthday, she was adopted by a Lady Wendy Haversham. Jack squinted, just what was an English noblewoman doing adopting a Boston street urchin?

Guessing it was something to do with this Slayer thing Daniel was discussing with Thor, he read on. In July '98, Lady Wendy Haversham was discovered dead, her body dismembered, mutilated, and showing signs of torture, it was thought by the police at the time that her and the missing Faith had perhaps been the victims of some underground torture ring. However, his daughter turned up again in LA in 2000, where had she been those two missing years he wondered? She'd given herself up to the police and had pleaded guilty to two counts of murder resulting in a 20 – 25 year sentence. Ignoring the increasing urge to vomit, just what was his daughter, he read on. She'd also confessed to two counts of attempted murder of one Elizabeth Anne Summers and, his eyes widened, Alexander Lavelle Harris, but both charges had been dropped when both Harris and Summers had refused to co-operate with authorities. The boy was completely nuts, his daughter was a beauty but dating her after she'd tried to kill him?

Shaking his head, he continued. She at least been a model prisoner, completing her GED, doing first aid courses, and helping other girls who were bullied by tougher inmates. But in March 2003 she had escaped from prison after the visit of a Wesley Whyndham-Pryce, the first person to visit her bar her brother, a Liam Doolan, since her imprisonment. Had apparently been at the fall of Sunnydale, an occurrence so classified General Hammond didn't have access to the facts of what had happened there, had somehow been presidentally pardoned, and since then her passport had been seen in almost ten countries always in the company of Alexander Harris. And what was most amazing, the countries were still standing.

"May I have a look Colonel?"

It was on the tip of his tongue to refuse his superior officer's request, not wanting the man he respected most in the world to find out what a lousy bastard he was, but knowing it would be a futile gesture, he nodded before passing the print-out over. "Knock yourself out General," he turned to his subordinate officer and uber-hot geek. "Carter, the report on Alexander?"

"It's coming sir," Sam replied, her eyes fixed on the computer screen as her fingers flew over the accompanying keyboard at a blistering rate. "But it's far from complete."

"Neither was Faith's," Jack replied. Although at the same time it said far too much.

"I know sir," Sam nodded even as the printer began to shoot out sheets of paper. "But this one's even stranger." Jack raised an eyebrow. Stranger than his daughter's? He didn't know if he dared to read it. "But," the blonde passed it over. "Here it is."

Alexander Harris, born in Sunnydale California, September '81. His childhood appeared relatively normal, apart from an unusual amount of visits to the local hospital that suggested either a chronically clumsy child or physical abuse, until he reached fifthteen and then…. He shook his head in amazement. The youth was suspected of breaking into the local army base just past his seventeenth birthday, had helped blow up his school at eighteen, and the best friend of a girl who had apparently been arrested twice for murder. The next major entry was him losing an eye just days before the fall of Sunnydale in a supposed industrial accident, given the rest of the file he didn't believe that for a second. He looked over the files and frowned. "There's an almost two year period unaccounted for," he commented. "From Septmeber '99 to Jun '01."

"Yes sir," Sam nodded. "It's classified."

"Unclassify it," General Hammond. "If you need my clearance tell me and I'll ty-."

"It's Omega-Clearance sir," Sam interrupted.

General Hammond stared at first Sam and then him. "Colonel Carter, find us a contact number, anything. Colonel O'Neill, how did this happen? And if you're thinking of making a joke about the birds and the bees, I would really suggest you didn't!"

"No sir," Jack nodded. The warning was unnecessary, having read his apparent daughter's file there was nothing he wanted to joke about less. "It would be," he cast his mind back through the mists of time. "September '81, I was on furlong in Boston. She was an nineteen year old cocktail waitress and I was a twenty-nine Captain. It was an one-night stand," he glanced to the floor, suddenly he felt all his years and more. "I didn't know. If I'd have known, I'd have…"

"You are a man of honour Jack O'Neill."

Jack nodded at Teal'c's words but refused to be comforted by them. Right now he didn't feel too honourable. "Daniel, what is a Slayer exactly?"

It was Thor who answered. "When this world was first formed, it was ruled over by beasts you now know as demons, legends that have become distorted such as that of my people."

"Or the Goa'uld," commented Teal'c.

Thor nodded. "Originally your people were aided by my race in their battle, but once we withdrew, your mages created a warrior, a single girl with the powers of a demon to fight them, your daughter was the last of this line until last year when a witch did a spell," Thor's eyes filled with wonder, "a spell that made hundreds of Slayers."

"This is very interesting," General Hammond interrupted. "But if we need this girl for something it's perhaps time for Colonel O'Neill to approach her."

Jack groaned. Steeling himself, he turned to Daniel who happened to be nearest the CCTV monitor. "Jackson, what are they up to?"

Daniel glanced towards the monitor, his jaw dropping open and his friend colouring. "My guess would be Faith's planning a move into the home movie market."

Jack and General Hammond exchanged confused looks. "What are you talking about Dr. Jackson?" the General demanded.

"I believe the youths of modern America call it getting jiggy with it," Teal 'C commented slowly.

Jack's eyes bulged as he glanced at the screen to see his daughter doing something that no father should ever see. "Turn the damn thing off!" he screamed as he headed to the door. "I want all tapes destroyed!"

The last thing he heard as he dashed out of Sam's office was the blonde's awed whisper. "Is that even possible?"

And General Hammond's reply. "It is, you're stiff the next day though."