Author's Note: Just a small bonus chapter that came to me and I couldn't help but post. Not amazing (at least I don't think it is), but I thought it would be cool for this conversation to happen.

Let me know your thoughts!

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Bonus Chapter

"Mom! Dad!" a loud and outraged voice rang through the Jackson household, shortly followed by the front door slamming shut, "You have some explaining to do!"

Daniel and Vala Jackson glanced at each other from across the room and shrugged.

"Which report do you think she read this time?" Daniel asked, turning back to the book he had been reading.

"I bet you this load of laundry that it's another one of your deaths," Vala retorted, gesturing to the mountain of unfolded laundry.

"She already knows about those," he contradicted nonchalantly, "and she already knows you were a space pirate and a host, so what's left?"

As the angry foot stomps got closer, Vala mentally prepared herself for whatever revelation Alora had found this time. Since the Stargate Program had become public knowledge just over a year ago, they had slowly begun to release the mission reports to the public at the beginning of this year and their children had jumped at the opportunity to learn more about their parents' heroic efforts to save the galaxy from multiple foes. This wasn't the first time one of them had barged into the house after learning something crucial about them. Vala silently cursed those damn reports.

"What about the time I bonded us together with the Kor Mak bracelets?" she asked.

"That was two weeks ago, I believe," he replied, "I think Alora called you 'bold' for that stunt."

Vala snorted and continued to fold the pile of laundry in front of her.

Their daughter finally made it to the family room in the back of the house. "Were you two ever planning on telling me that Daniel Jackson isn't my father?" Alora Jackson asked them, absolutely livid.

"Excuse me?" Daniel snapped as he shot to his feet, his anger quickly rising.

"Alora Jackson!" Vala scolded harshly, "What a cruel thing to suggest! Where did you ever get such a horrid idea?"

Alora flung the report she held at Daniel, once to bounce off and hit the floor. "According to that file, my father's name was Tomin," she said accusingly before glaring at Vala, "a man you apparently married while in the Ori galaxy!"

There was a short pause.

"Shit," both Vala and Daniel said in unison and looked at each other.

"Did you – ?" Daniel started but stopped.

"I completely forgot," Vala admitted to him.

"Same," he mumbled.

"Hello!" Alora snapped, waving her arms around, "Could you two not do the whole knowing exactly what the other is thinking thing?"

"Alora – " Daniel started but his daughter cut him off.

"Were you ever going to tell me that you weren't my father?" she asked again, while still angry, her tone was more hurt this time.

"Sweetheart – "

"Don't 'sweetheart' me!" Alora yelled.

"Alora, that's enough!" Vala said firmly, "Sit down!"

Alora immediately plopped down on the couch.

"Good, now let's get one thing straight," Vala began, "Daniel Jackson is your father and has been since the moment you were born, and you continuing to insist that he isn't is very hurtful, not to mention cruel to your father."

The young adult hung her head. "I'm sorry," she mumbled, "I didn't mean for it to come out like that."

Daniel softened a little and took a seat next to her on the couch. "I know you didn't, sweetheart."

Alora glanced up and met his eyes. "Were you ever going to tell me?" she asked again.

Daniel looked at his wife briefly. "It was never something we intended to keep a secret," he told her, rubbing the back of his neck, "We meant to tell you, but in all honesty, we kind of…well, forgot."

Alora's eyebrows shot up. "You forgot?" she repeated skeptically, "How could you forget that I'm not your biological daughter?"

"Because you've been mine since the second I first held you," he answered simply, "I may have not known it at the time, but you chose me that day, and I have loved you as my daughter ever since."

"But how could you forget?"

"Darling, you have to understand," Vala spoke up, taking a seat on the girl's other side, "when you were born, we were in the middle of a war with the Ori, and when we finally defeated them, your father and I started dating. Then we got distracted with making you and me legal on Earth and your dad was put as your father on all your documents. Then we moved in together, had to find a bigger place since your dad's apartment was the size of a shoebox – "

"Hey!" Daniel protested.

"Sorry darling, but it was," Vala responded before continuing, "Then we got engaged, had to plan a wedding, got married and had to figure that out, then we got pregnant, had twins, which is quite the challenge I tell you."

"Atlantis came back to Earth," Daniel interjected, "and they had me going between Atlantis and the SGC so we had to come up with a better daycare plan for you all. Then we started working on the ninth chevron and dealing with Destiny, and all that, Then in between all of that, there was school, PTA meetings, various sporting events, bake sales – "

"Okay, I get it!" Alora interrupted.

Both parents looked at her sympathetically.

"We never meant to keep it from you," Vala told her gently, "We had planned to tell you when you were old enough, but it honestly slipped our minds."

Alora took in her parents sincerity and knew it really had. She had another question but was hesitant to ask, but she had to know. "What was he like?" she asked gingerly, "Tomin?"

Vala tilted her head and looked at her daughter thoughtfully. "Tomin was a wonderful man – kind, caring, sweet, and very devout to Origin," she answered, "but he wasn't your father."

Alora sighed. "I know, I know," she said, her tone turning sarcastic, "Dad is my dad and has always been."

The parent smiled in amusement.

"While that is true," Daniel began, "that's not what she meant – Tomin wasn't your biological father."

Alora frowned in confusion. "But the report – "

" – was falsified to protect you," Daniel cut in.

The girl's confusion grew. "Protect me?"

Daniel glanced at his wife. "You wanna do the honors?"

Vala shook her head. "You go ahead."

Alora glanced between the two of them. "Why do I get the feeling I'm not going to like this?"

Daniel smiled ruefully at her. "You've read the report where your mother stopped the Ori's first attempt at establishing a Supergate, right?" when she nodded, he continued, "So you know that she ended up stranded in the Ori galaxy."

"Where she married Tomin for protection," Alora surmised, "but he's not my biological father, so who from that galaxy is?"

He still hated thinking of it to this day – how his wife had been violated like that, and he hated it even more now that his daughter had to find out where her parentage truly came from. "Somewhere between the singularity exploding and her landing in that galaxy, the Ori impregnated your mother with you."

She huffed. "Dad, that's not funny," she told him seriously, but when his facial expression didn't change, she glanced at her mother and saw the same look, "Wait, you're serious?"

"I would never joke about that," he told her earnestly.

Alora jumped up from the couch. "The Ori raped mom!" she screeched, "They're my biological father? How's that even possible?"

Vala grabbed her hand and gently yanked her back to the couch. "Darling, calm down."

Alora gracelessly fell back onto the couch and gaped at her mom. "Calm down?" she questioned, borderline hysterical, "How do you expect me to calm down when I just found out I'm a product of rape…if you could even call it that!"

"Alora – "

"How can you both be so calm about it?" she cut off Daniel, "Why would they even do that?" she saw the glance her parents shared and moaned, "I'm not going to like this either, am I?" she asked again.

Vala grabbed her hand. "Darling, you were conceived and born with a purpose," she said gently, "You were meant to be the Orici."

"The what?"

Daniel explained that the Ori couldn't very well have come to the Milky Way without risking the Ancients stopping them, so they created their own representation – the Orici, an Ori in human form, meant to lead the crusade to convert the galaxy to Origin and slaughter those who resisted.

"I was meant to be a tool of war?" Alora asked in shock.

"I wouldn't say tool," Daniel contradicted softly, "but it doesn't matter what they intended. Their plan didn't work, and your mother and I gained a daughter."

"Why didn't it work?"

Daniel smiled. "Your mother and her insane maternal instincts," he responded affectionately, looking over at Vala, "She made sure they could never get their hands on you, thus thwarting their plans."

Something clicked inside her brain. "A mother's instincts are something never to be questioned," Alora mumbled to herself before glancing at Daniel, "You've told us that our whole lives – that's because of mom?"

"Yeah," he said softly, "And thank God for those instincts or else our lives would look very different."

Alora's head was spinning. There was too much to process, finding how her father wasn't the man who created her, that she wasn't a product of love, that she was meant for galactic domination, created by power hungry beings – she was meant to be a vessel of evil.

"Darling?" Vala gently pressed.

"How?" she whispered.

"How what?" Daniel asked.

"How could you love me?" she asked, looking between the two of them, "You claim that you loved me from the moment you saw me, but how? You knew what I was meant to be, how I was created, so how could you love me?"

"You were never evil," Vala stated firmly, "You never got the chance to be. You were an innocent baby – how could we not love you?"

"A baby with the collective knowledge of the Ori!" Alora contradicted.

"Which faded by the time you were two months," Daniel added.

"Like that matters!"

Daniel sighed. "Sweetheart…" he trailed off, trying to find the correct words to say, "Okay, yes, you had the collective knowledge of the Ori…but you didn't use it evil, in fact, you helped us defeat them by using that knowledge."

Alora stared at him in disbelief. "I…I helped you?"

"You did," Vala confirmed, "You helped us find the device that destroyed them and where their galaxy was located. Without you, who knows if we would have ever defeated them."

"Without you, I highly doubt your mother and I would've ever gotten our act together," Daniel interjected, "Had you not shown me a memory of yours where your mother admitted that she loved me, I would've never taken that leap and she wouldn't have either – you're practically responsible for this family existing."

Alora frowned. "What do you mean by showed you?" she asked.

Daniel smiled fondly at the memory. "You used to have superpowers before you lost the knowledge."

"You mean I had other powers aside from my healing ability?"

"Yeah," he confirmed, "Where did you think you got it from anyways?"

"You said it was genetic," she reminded him, "I thought I got it from mom…you know, since she's an alien and all..."

The parents chuckled.

"How do you explain that she doesn't have the same abilities?" Daniel inquired.

"I just thought it skipped a generation or something," Alora replied, feeling dumb now for never questioning it further. "Wait, is that the real reason why I had to hide my ability? Not because I could do it but because I'm Ori's demon spawn?"

"You're not their demon spawn," Vala chided, "You're our daughter – you never had the chance to be their spawn."

"But to answer your question, yes, that's why," Daniel added, "You've read the report on Khalek, Anubis' hybrid, and you know how the IOA responded. We couldn't risk that with you, so we lied and bent the truth. We kept your origins a secret, fabricated your parentage, doctored your medical records, everything. It's the reason why Tomin was listed as your father in that report."

"And you did all that for me?" she asked, awed that they would do all of that for her – someone that was forced inside her mother, "Why?"

Vala knew what she meant and smiled smally. "Because you're my child," she explained simply, "I tried not to grow attached when I carried you, but it was hopeless, especially when I held you for the first time. It didn't matter where you came, it only mattered that you were mine."

Alora nodded slowly, accepting her mother's words. "But that doesn't explain why or how dad could just accept me," she argued and looked at him, "You weren't with mom when I was born, and I wasn't yours."

Daniel chuckled lightly. "Do you really think something as trivial as genetics and DNA would stop me from loving you?"

Her face scrunched. "Noo…?"

He grinned. "Sweetheart, think about your aunts, uncles, and cousins, are any of them biologically related to you?" he challenged lightly, "No, they're not. The only blood relatives you have are me, your mom, and brothers. The rest of our family are the people we've chosen as our family. DNA doesn't matter in our family, only love."

Alora didn't correct him when he included himself in the list of biologically related people to her.

"You were mine before I even knew it," he continued, "and I recognized you as my daughter before your mother and I began our relationship."

"Really?"

"Oh, yes," Vala cut in, "I clearly remember him telling me that I wasn't taking his daughter anywhere."

"I actually said 'our' daughter," he corrected.

"Semantics."

Daniel rolled his eyes before refocusing on Alora. "Have I ever treated you less than the way I treat your brothers?" he asked gently.

Alora thought about her life in relation to his question and saw the truth plain as day. "No," she mumbled, "If anything, you favored me," she said with a small, smug smirk.

"We all know that," Vala interjected with a small frown.

Daniel shrugged innocently. "What can I say? She's a daddy's girl."

"That has always been clear," Vala retorted wryly.

"Oh, come on, like the boys aren't total mama's boys," Daniel shot back with a smile.

Vala sniffed. "I never claimed they weren't," she said, "but that term is a little too…strong."

Shaking his head, he smiled fondly at her. "Our point is," he started again, getting back on track, "we love all three of you equally. We may love each of you in different ways but equally. Blood or not, all three of you are our children, no matter what anyone else says."

Alora leaned forward, resting her head in her hands as she absorbed all of this information. "How did you know?" she asked quietly.

"Know what?" Vala asked curiously.

Alora turned her head. "That you could trust me," she replied, "That I was showing you wasn't going to lead you to your death or something? How did you know I wasn't actually evil?"

Daniel rested a hand on her shoulder. "Because, before the Ori genetically altered you, you were just a simple baby," he said, "and since their master plan was thwarted by your mother, that's all you were – a simple baby."

"But I had their knowledge," she argued.

"Which we knew would fade, leaving you in its place – an ordinary child," Vala responded.

"Well…" Daniel dragged out in a higher pitch tone, "I wouldn't exactly say ordinary. She is definitely your daughter in more ways than one."

Vala leaned around Alora so she could see Daniel. "Never seemed to bother you before," she said, feigned anger, "You should've thought of that before you married me."

"Never said it did," he retorted, "Did I say it did?"

Alora sighed and sat back against the couch. "Could you two not do your weird flirting thing?" she practically begged, "Kinda going through a crisis here!"

Daniel spared his daughter a glance. "Dramatic," he stated and shot Vala a pointed look, "Definitely got that from you."

"Ugh!" Alora growled.

"Sweetheart," Daniel got serious again, "you are who you would have been had the Ori not attempted to genetically alter you. You don't need to question who you are or anything like that. You know who you are, we know who you are – you're Alora Jackson, our daughter. You got your mother's intelligence, intuition, her unfortunate ability to manipulate, and her stealthiness."

"You got your father's capacity for understanding and compassion," Vala added, "You have his kind and caring nature, you look for the good in people, his stubbornness, you're determined as hell, and have the same obsession with coffee as he does."

"You love music and have your mother's terrible taste in it," Daniel continued, ignoring Vala's outraged 'Hey!' "You're studious, love to learn, love kids and have this way with them. You love to read and are somehow a hopeless romantic – "

"Still don't know where she got that from," Vala interjected.

"Yeah, that still puzzles me to this day," Daniel admitted before meeting his daughter's eyes, "Do we need to go on?"

Alora shook her head. "No," she whispered.

Daniel smiled. "You know who you are," he told her again, "Just because I didn't help create you doesn't negate that. Besides, anything Ori you were born with faded a long time ago."

Alora sniffed. "You're right," she admitted, "I love you, dad, and I'm sorry if I hurt you."

"Oh sweetheart," he murmured and hugged her, "I love you, too."

"You're the best father a girl could ask for."

"And you're the best daughter."

The moment was interrupted by the front door opening and slamming shut.

"Mom!" the twins yelled in unison.

Both parents sighed and Daniel pulled away from Alora.

"Looks like they read the same report," Daniel said wryly.

"Are you going to tell them?" Alora asked.

Vala and Daniel shared a look.

"That's up to you," Vala told her, "I mean, we never planned on keeping any of this a secret from any of you, but like we said, life got in the way."

Alora thought for a moment. "You should tell them," she said just before the boys barged.

"What the hell is this?" they asked together, one of them holding up the report.

Alora sighed, hating when they did that.

Vala smiled at her. "They do that because they know it bugs you."

"I know," Alora grumbled, "Doesn't make it less annoying."

"Mom!" the twins said again.

"Boys, sit," Daniel ordered.

They did as they were told, taking a seat next to their sister.

"Thank you," he said, satisfied, "Now, you wanna hear the story?"

They nodded.

"Okay, it all started when your mother destroyed the first Ori Beachhead…"

The End.