Lying here in the darkness
I hear the sirens wail
Somebody going to emergency
Somebody's going to jail
If you find somebody to love in this world
You better hang on tooth and nail
The wolf is always at the door
New York Minute
Don Henley

Morning came and Daniel dressed to go to work. Like a worried father leaving his only child alone for the first time, he pointed out where he had left emergency telephone numbers and what she should do if anything dire were to happen in his absence. Calla listened, at first, and then reminded him that she was not a child and she would fine without him for the course of a day. Daniel understood that she was very glad to be away from the base and would probably be equally glad to be without him for a few hours; it would at least give her some time to herself. “The cable guy is supposed to come this morning, I asked for a woman but you never know. If it’s a man and you don’t want to let him in you don’t have to.” He told her as she saw him to the door. “They’re going to install the cable lines for the televisions in the living room, bed room and the modem lines for the computers.”

“Everything will be fine. I will be fine.” Calla raised herself up onto her tiptoes so that she could kiss his cheek. It was then that Daniel realized just how small she really was, rising to no more than the height of his heart. Something within him told him he should stay home; he should not walk out that door. “Go. You’re needed at work, I will be here when you come home. “She stood in the doorway and watched him drive off toward the military base she had called ‘home’ just the day before. Calla leaned against the closed door and looking around the living room, she let out a heavy sigh. The place was a mess! She picked up plastic cups and empty wine bottles and threw them into the small trashcan in the kitchen before she gathered up the clothes they had left strewn on the floor by the fire the night before.

There was heaviness to the shirt Daniel had worn last night and she noticed there was something hiding in the pocket there. She should not look at whatever it was. It did not belong to her. Out of curiosity, she shook the shirt and heard a small jingling sound that intrigued her. No, she should not look. Nevertheless, if, somehow, the contents were to just fall out, what choice would she have but to look at them as she picked them up? Calla turned the shirt around and held it by the hem between her fingertips, she gave it a light shake and the pocket spilled its contents. Laying on the floor, staring back at her, were gold rings along side of which was a card with picture of her on it. The words on top of the card read Colorado drivers’ license, the words below proclaimed her Calla Jackson currently residing at 1313 Mocking Bird Lane, Silver Springs Colorado. There were two other cards and she recognized them from Daniel’s wallet. One said visa and the other master card, both with the name Calla Jackson on them. “Ooooh, platinum.” She marveled as stuffed them back into the pocket and reached for the two pieces of paper that had also fallen out. According to one she had been born with the name of Calla Jones on October 4, 1966 in Norwalk, CT the daughter of Antoinette and George Jones, she had weight 5 1/4 pounds and was 21 1/2 inches at birth. The second piece of paper stated that Calla Jones had married Daniel Jackson on May 5, 2003 in Eau Claire, Wisconsin at 11 o’clock in the morning by Reverend Michael Shanks. “I am not his wife.” Calla muttered as she held onto the pieces of paper and two gold rings. “I am not Calla Jones. Not Calla Jackson. This is not my house.”

A harsh knock on the door caused her to jump and Calla remembered what Daniel had said about someone coming to the house to do work this morning. She dropped the pieces of paper onto the cardboard box that they had used as a makeshift coffee table the night before and realized she was not yet dressed. Pulling the sash of Daniel’s robe tight around her naked body and brushing the hair from her face, Calla peeked through the window to see a man in a uniform that read Colorado cable and high-speed modem on the breast pocket of his shirt. Daniel had said she did not have to let a man into the house, but he was here and Daniel needed his computer for his work. With some trepidation, Calla opened the door.

“Morning, ma’am.” The man said from behind a cheap pair of Ray-Bans. “My name’s David, I’m here to hook you up.” He smiled at her with a warm grin.

“Hello, David.” Calla returned in a congenial voice, “I’m sorry, but I thought Ma...Mr. Jackson had requested a female.”

David the Cable Guy looked down at his clipboard and then back at the small red-haired woman. “Yeh, I see that. You know, Mary called out sick today so they sent me. I can call in that you really want a woman, that’s no problem, I understand about these things.” His voice was as soft as his smile. “But you know it could be another week before they get someone out here.” Poor Mary, she wasn’t sick at all, she was dead. David had cornered her earlier, snapped her neck and left her lying in a ditch off a back road before stealing her truck and work orders.

“Please forgive the state of the house,” Calla said as she stepped aside and allowed him to enter, “we just moved in yesterday.”

“No problem, ma’am. Believe me, I’ve seen worse.” He commented on his way through the door. That had been easier then he had expected, though she stared at him something fierce he was confident that she could not see his resemblance to her lover. Danny had nice short hair and David had yet to make his trip to the barbershop to have his long sun-bleached locks cut off. Danny was clean-shaven while David’s face hid behind his thick beard. After he finished his work here in Danny’s new house, he would take care of the personal makeover part of his plan. His thick Texas accent was something that was going to be a bit harder to deal with. David had been living in the state of Texas for the last twelve years or so, the last three of which he spent in Corpus Christi, Texas. As a result, David no longer sounded like the mid-western boy that his brother did. David knew that getting his original accent back would take a bit of work and he had spent a good portion of last night practicing in front of the mirror in his motel room. Today, however, the Texan accent would do well for him. “If ya’ll jus’ show me what you want done, I’ll get to work, Missus Jackson.” So long as he kept his Ray-Bans on he would be in like Flynn.

Carefully she took him around the house pointing out the television in the living room and the computer in the room which Daniel intended to let her use as her own space. The computer there would be hers to work with and the room would be her study. To her that was a very strange idea indeed. However, that didn’t mean that it was unwelcome.

As they climbed the stairs to the second floor, David admired the way her ass swiveled from side to side with each step she took and the long length of her legs. Soon, he told himself, not yet but very soon, he would know what it felt like her have her under him. “The television in there,” Calla pointed through the doorway and into the bedroom she was looking forward to sharing with Daniel in the nights to come. “There is another computer in this room,” she said as they made their way to what would serve as a guest room or second study for the time being, “I believe Mr. Jackson wants that hooked up to the cable modem thing as well.”

“Do you have everything where you want it?” David asked her as he pretended to make notes on the clipboard he was carrying. She did not answer him. “It’s just that it’ll be kind of hard to move it all around once I get it hooked up.”

“Yes, I think everything is where Mr. Jackson wants it.” She replied. “I’m going to get dressed now.” Calla began to walk through the door to the bedroom.

“OK, I’m gonna go out to my truck and get a few things. I’ll start downstairs, I’ll try to stay out of your way, Missus Jackson.” David left the room off on his way down the stairs.

Rather than protest the idea that she was the Master's wife, Calla closed the door and listened to him pad off down the hallway. She rifled through the one box in the bedroom looking for her blue jeans and one of Daniel’s shirts. Though she liked the sweaters Sam had helped her picked out at the mall, Calla loved to wear to Daniel’s shirts, mostly because they smelled like him and partly because it sort of felt like he had his arms around her throughout the course of the day. It was always cold here, unless she was laying skin to skin with Daniel, no matter what she did Calla could never seem to get warm enough. Daniel now kept a blanket in the back seat of his car so that she could wrap up in it when they went out. With his shirt next to her skin and one of his pull over sweaters over that, she turned her attention to the tasks of the day. Her eyes fell upon the bed sitting in the corner waiting to be assembled, it was a very heavy piece of furniture but she imaged Daniel should like to sleep in his own bed tonight rather than the floor in the living room. He should not have to wrestle with it after a long day of working hard at his computer and his linguistics.

Looking around with keen eyes to be sure no one was intruding upon her she fixed her stare on the unassembled pieces of the bed she shared with him. Concentrating as hard as she could, Calla raised her right hand to shoulder level and pointed her slender index finger at the headboard that slid effortlessly across the room at her command. Did she like it over there by the window? No, the sunlight would come in too early in the morning and wake them. She waved her hand in the air and the headboard quietly slid to the other side of the bedroom. The headboard stood alone on the far side of the room across from the walk-in closet. It looked very nice there and it would not be in the way of anything. Calla pointed at the side rails that now glided across the room and joined the headboard, lastly she gave her attention to the footboard that in turn slid into place with the rest of the bed. She crossed the room and kicked and tugged at the assembled frame to be sure she had put it together well, satisfied that she had, she now concentrated on the box spring and mattress, each in turn glided through the air before her eyes to land upon the bed frame. "Better."

David lost no time at all setting about his work, he yanked two converter boxes from the back of the van and enough cable modem to hook up most of the house. He would need that extra wire and it didn’t look like “Mrs. Jackson” would know the difference anyway. On his way back inside he noticed the items sitting on the cardboard box in the living room, the glitter of gold that caught his eye, David was a kleptomaniac from way back and anything shiny always caught his attention and, if at all possible, it ended up in his pocket. Not this time. The fact that the wedding rings were sitting here rather than residing on the fingers of their respective owners told him there was no way in hell his brother had actually married the pretty red haired woman upstairs. Nope. His eyes scanned over the fake birth and marriage documents. Government work, he thought to himself and laughed, the paper clearly said Danny and Calla had been married in Eau Clair, Wisconsin but the official seal was from Silver Springs Colorado. Most people would not even notice such a thing, wouldn’t even look at it. Nope, they would just glance at the names and the dates and that would be it, so long as there was some type of bumpy part in the lower corner no one gave a shit. But, then again, David Jackson was not ‘most people’.

David had more than his share of adventures with the Law of the Land and he could spot a scam coming a mile off. Even the certificate, which stated she had been born in Connecticut, bore a Colorado seal. The driver’s license looked real enough and he imaged that those platinum credit cards probably really did work as well. David jotted down the numbers and the security code on the back, and then he placed everything back onto the box just the way he had found it and quickly hooked up the television in the living room to the outside cable lines. Piece of cake. David had worked for a cable company in Texas for a while, but most of his experience with cable was stealing it from other people. Using the remote he flicked the television on quickly to be sure he had hooked it up right and then went to work with the more important items.

The telephone jack was near the picture window and from his pocket he produced a very small object, which looked like a miniature hairpin of some type, he slid it into the jack and then plugged in the phone, it worked just fine. He did the same with the jacks in the kitchen and spare room, he would repeat this with the telephone in the bedroom once he got up there. David whistled a happy tune while he bugged Danny’s computer in the spare room and then hooked it to the Cable Modem line. David walked back into the living room and then into the kitchen looking for a proper hiding spot. He wanted the web cam in the living room where he would be able to keep an eye on Danny and his new ‘wife’ but was unsure if there was a place for it there. However, there was a large mirror hanging above the mantle over the fireplace, he took it down and thought that would be a good spot. “Missus Jackson?” He called up the stairs and in a moment, she appeared at the top of them. “I’m going to have to do a little drilling, promise not to make a mess. Just didn’t want to scare you with the noise.”

“Ok,” she replied, “whatever you think is best.”

David smiled at her from the bottom of the stairs and then set off about installing the web cam behind the mantle mirror. First he drilled a hole in the wall large enough to secure the camera to and then wiped away part of the silver on the back of the mirror, not much, not so it would be noticeable or anything, just enough to let the camera do its work. Perfect. Technology, it was a wonderful thing, the wi-fi remote control camera would send a signal to Danny’s computer which in turn would relay it to the website David was monitoring. It would bring Danny’s daily life to him in full living color while being simul-cast on the World Wide Web. Damn, it was nice of Danny to have two computers constantly hooked up to the internet and each within twenty feet of his cameras. Damn nice indeed! David was even thinking of charging people to come in and view the Happenings in the Jackson Household. Hell, people made a lot of money off shit like that. Human beings were not just fucking strange but damn perverted as well, himself included.

David made his way back to the base of the stairs. “Ma’am?” He called. “I’m done down here, I’m on my way up.”

“Come ahead,” Calla called from the bedroom and opened the door for him. “I’m done in here, I’ll be downstairs when you’re finished.” She told him as she walked by. The blankets and sheets from the bed were still on the living room floor and Calla supposed she should do something about cleaning them before she put them onto the bed. She would not be in the way of the cable worker if she was down in the basement and that would be a good thing. Calla made her way to the living room, gathered up the blankets, and made her way down the basement stairs.

David walked into the bedroom where the pretty redhead was presently humping his brother and the first thing he noticed was the bed that was unassembled just a half hour before. He had not heard the sounds of heavy furniture dragging across the floor and he wondered just how she had managed not only to move the heavy object on her own but to put it together as well, all without a single sound. Well, at least she had done him the favor of assembling the bed, now he knew where to put the second web cam he had brought with him. Calla had positioned the bed across from a walk-in closet, one with a nice high ceiling that would collect lots and lots of dust and no one would pay any attention to. Getting out his drill once again, he drilled a small pinhole above the closet on the wall facing the bed then nestled the camera into the space between the trim and ceiling inside the closet with the lens facing the bed on the other side of the wall.

Very nice. That should give him the proverbial Birds Eye View of the events that took place in this room. David hurriedly hooked up the television and slipped the high-tech bug into the phone jack before making his way down the hall to bug the jack and computer in the next room.

With everything done on this end, he should get out of here while the getting was good and with that in mind, he made his way back down the stairs to look for the woman. “Ma’am?” David called to a seemingly empty house. “Mrs. Jackson?” She was not in the living room, dining room, kitchen, spare room or the sunroom. “Mrs. Jackson?” He called again.

The sun porch was her favorite room in Daniel’s new house, Calla could imagine herself sitting here on many mornings to come with a cup of coffee looking out over the yard and watching the train go past. Perhaps, in the spring, a garden would please him. If so, she would be more than happy to plant and tend it for him. In fact, she had already gone so far as to order free plant and seed catalogs from several nurseries that advertised online. Calla let out a sigh and then shook her head as she silently scolded herself that she had best not become comfortable here.

While he allowed her to live here, it was not her home. While he was extraordinarily good to her, she must not become accustomed to such treatment. Naganti Kanan had once been very good to her as well but all of that changed. Father taught that Change was a good thing, that one should not be afraid of the Change one should embrace it! He taught her that nothing grew in a stagnant environment, no matter how good it was, everything that grew there would eventually wither and die. Calla wanted to embrace this new Change in her life, but the last lesson in Change, of course, was that it was the only Constant in Life. One day everything which now seemed to peaceful and perfect around her would all Change. Calla reached into the pocket of the blue jeans she wore and opened the small amber bottle she so often kept there lately, looking around cautiously she popped two green pills down the back of her throat and put the bottle back in her pocket. Change was the last thing she wanted but there was no stopping it, perhaps if she tried hard enough she could slow it down a while.

“I’m done, I need you to sign my work order.”

A sound so like Daniel's voice startled her from the haze, she looked up to see the cable worker standing next to her and holding out a clipboard. Calla took it and the pen he offered, she scratched something that looked like ‘Calla Jackson’ on the line where he indicated. “Thank you.” I am not his wife, she reminded herself as she handed the items back to the nice man who had come to hook up the television and internet for Daniel.

“No problem, Missus Jackson.” David commented as he took back the clipboard and pen. “If you want to check my work, I’ll wait.”

“No, that won’t be necessary.”

“You have a good day, now, Missus Jackson.” David tipped his hat to her with a smile.

David turned, walked up the stairs, got in his stolen Cable Truck and drove off back to the Motel 6 to check his work on his own computer.

End Chapter Nineteen
Daughter of the Gods: Every New Beginning
By Moon Mistress
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Chapter Twenty

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