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This story is No. 2 in the series "Legacies Are A Pain In The Butt". You may wish to read the series introduction and the preceeding stories first.

Summary: Buffy, Willow and Xander, as well as Jack O'Neill, have all just learned that their lives are *far* stranger than they had ever believed they could be. Now they have to figure out how to proceed on with their lives.

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Stargate > GeneralGreywizardFR1824,41513610,7085 Dec 1222 Apr 14No

Chapter One

Disclaimer: None of them are mine. The Scoobies belong to Crack-Head Joss and ME, and the Stargate people belong to Jonathan Glassner, Brad Wright and MGM, too, I think. Deal with it. I have.

Time Frame: Immediately follows my earlier story, 'It's Always About The Blood,' which branched from BtVS canon right after the end of season four, episode 21, 'Primeval.'

Spoilers: None intended, but if you don't know what happened up to this point, why are you reading this story?

Character Bashing: None whatsoever. Calling a bastard a bastard is not bashing, so describing characters in a manner which accurately describes their canon behavior is not bashing as far as I’m concerned. Other people’s mileage may, of course, vary.

Feedback: Of course!

Archiving: Talk to me first, please.

Author's Note 1: Many thanks to Bill Haden and Theo (Starway_Man) for beta-ing this story.

Author's Note 2: As usual, “word” indicates speech, :: word :: indicates mental communication and { word } indicates a character's thoughts.

Author's Note 3: This is story #2 in my 'Legacies Are A Pain In The Butt' series.

Author’s Note 4: This is story #5 in my own personal Christmas Fic-A-Day Challenge.

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Previously in 'It's Always About The Blood':

"Why are you here, Ja – I mean, Colonel O'Neill?" Joyce demanded once she, the three teens, O'Neill and the woman officer who'd accompanied him had come inside the house. The younger man and the big black guy, whom O'Neil had introduced as "Dr. Jackson and Murray", respectively, had volunteered to stay outside and 'deal' with the two would-be kidnappers. For their part all three Scoobies were more than willing to allow them to do so, what with the way ‘Murray’ was giving all of them an uneasy feeling when they were around him.

"Because I needed to contact Buffy Summers, Willow Rosenberg, and Alexander Harris, and talk to them about a secret government program they’ve apparently been involved with, Mrs. Summers," O'Neill replied, being careful to only provide the minimum amount of information needed to answer the question, and bring *very* careful to maintain the formal tone Joyce had established with her question.

"*Why*?" Joyce's voice was noticeably harder and colder as she asked her one-word question, and everyone present could see the way O'Neill barely refrained from flinching at the tone of her voice.

"Well…because certain blood tests done by Initiative personnel recently identified all three of them as my children."

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And now, in 'The Blood Runs True':


"NO WAY!"

"EXCUSE ME? WHAT DID YOU JUST SAY?!"

"SAY WHAT?!"

The reactions of all three teens clearly indicated that they were completely surprised and thoroughly taken aback by Jack's rather reluctant revelation, Captain Samantha Carter noted as she sat off to the side of her commanding officer.

The reaction of the blonde teen's – Buffy's – mother, she noticed, was entirely different, however.

The woman, who had introduced herself as Joyce Summers, had initially greeted them with a reserved and somewhat guarded attitude as she'd allowed the two Air Force officers entrance into her home.

And she had done so without explicitly verbally inviting them in, Carter had also noted.

Mrs. Summers' entire demeanor had changed instantly, though, once she had heard Jack's explanation, her entire demeanor immediately shifting from quietly reserved to a combination of actively hostile, angry, concerned and fearful.

Although, the last emotion clearly wasn't simply because of O'Neill's current presence, Carter thought to herself, but instead appeared to be more closely keyed to what his unexpected appearance here most likely implied regarding the three adolescents' familial status.

Seeing the look in Joyce Summers' eyes as she watched and listened to Colonel O'Neill's explanation, Carter was reminded of the adage regarding a mother bear and her cubs.

{ We're going to have to tread very carefully around this woman. Jack, especially, } Sam decided upon seeing the other woman's response to O’Neill's declaration. { If she believes we're a threat to her daughter, things could get very messy, very quickly. }

{ After all, you don't need all that much training to be dangerous, } she reminded herself. { A puffer fish might look small and relatively harmless, but they've managed to survive and fill an ecological niche for millennia, while countless other species have gone the way of the dodo. }

{ And we also shouldn't forget that these kids also took down two trained NID agents, by themselves, before we even showed up, } Sam ran down the mental list of atypical things she'd begun making the moment they'd pulled up in front of the Summers home and seen the three teens, who were ostensibly her C.O.'s offspring, standing over the two NID agents' unconscious bodies.

Adding a second note to her list, that the body language of all four of the people they were speaking to – most especially, that of the three adolescents – seemed to indicate to her that they were in a virtual continuous state of alert (much like soldiers in a war zone would be), Carter decided that she and her own team needed to discuss this entire situation at the earliest possible opportunity.

The negligible amount of information which had been in the heavily censored NID files they'd been allowed to review before departing from Cheyenne Mountain had made absolutely no sense at all, with regard to explaining why a highly secretive intelligence agency would have enlisted the services of three adolescents, who'd just graduated from high school less than a year – actually, less than six months – earlier.

The fact that there had been even less information provided regarding the nature of the project which the girl, Buffy Summers, had been recruited to assist with, hadn't gone unnoticed, either.

O'Neill, in his concern over the safety of his recently discovered children, might not have noticed all of the oddities inherent in this situation, Carter told herself. Therefore, she was the one who was going to have to ensure that SG-1 wasn't taken unawares by whatever was responsible for their current presence in this, ostensibly, backwater town, which was at least two hours away from civilization in the form of the nearest Starbucks.

The Captain fervently hoped that her sniffer programs would be finished with their online searches by the time they returned to their hotel rooms, because this whole situation made absolutely no sense at all.

And it was exactly those types of situations which tended to sneak up and bite you in the ass when you weren't looking.

Carter shifted her position slightly, so that she could more readily leave her chair should the situation change, and refocused her momentarily distracted attention on the conversation going on.

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Colonel Jonathan J. O'Neill (and that's spelled with two 'L's', unlike the O’Neil who was, according to rumor, a very humorless fellow) was sitting in an overstuffed chair in what appeared to be a typical American residential neighborhood, and desperately wondering just exactly what the hell kind of mess it was that he'd currently found himself buried hip-deep in.

The wholly unexpected – but not at all unwelcome – news that he had a child he had been previously unaware of would normally be surprising, simply in and of itself.

Learning that there were actually *three* children whose existence he'd never even suspected existed, however – and who, coincidentally, all lived in the same town – was a lot like getting metaphorically smacked in the face with a two by four.

(And if his coworkers ever learned that he actually knew the meaning of 'metaphorically' and could properly use it in a sentence, O‘Neill knew he'd never hear the end of it, either.)

It was when he'd learned that the NID was involved in the same ultra-black, does-not-officially-exist, operation, which had identified the three teens currently sitting in this room with him as his children, though, that Jack had realized that this situation had the potential to become a catastrophe worse than anything he'd ever been associated with in his life, bar none.

While Charlie's death had broken his spirit in a way he hadn't believed possible prior to its occurrence, *this* situation involved the lives of *three* *more* offspring whom he hadn't even known existed!

And when you then added in the presence of the NID – a group whose very existence seemed proof positive that people actually could exist without the benefit of any sort of soul – that simply magnified the potential for disaster on an exponential scale, by Jack's way of thinking. In point of fact, the whole thing only made him all the more determined that his newly discovered children would be spared whatever horrors his nemeses might have had planned for them.

And, that the people who had created that plan would never have the chance to *ever* try something like that again.

Jack O’Neill had killed – some people might even say, slaughtered – scores, or possibly even hundreds, of people while following his superiors' orders in the course of what some people might describe as a long, and, occasionally bloody, military career. So, killing a few more people who might possibly possess malign intentions towards his children wasn't something that he'd even think twice about.

Damping down that piece of his mind which was already contemplating exactly how his enemies were going to die, as well as the part of him which was exultant at the mere concept that he *had* other children (too bad his ex-wife, Sara, wasn’t the mother – and that wasn’t something he was looking forward to eventually discussing with her, either), Jack refocused his attention on the three teens who were currently gathered in what most definitely looked to be a protective circle around Joyce, their faces reflecting an apparently reflexive distrust and wariness towards him.

Mentally nodding in approval of their attitudes towards unknown people who were making so-far-unsubstantiated claims, Jack shook his head in resigned anticipation of the upcoming arguments he was certain he was going to be facing in the next few minutes, and held up his hands in a semi-placating manner as he attempted to respond to their incensed outburst.

"Okay, then. I understand that you might think all of this is a little strange, but..."
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