Wednesday Night

Reception for Ambassador Steffen Omar

Cheyenne Mountain Base

“You’ve really pulled this off, Calla. I can’t thank you enough.” General O’Neill beamed at her as he looked around at the event going on around him. The room was decorated in red, white and blue streamers, fresh flowers graced each table, the serving staff in sharp black and white were passing around assorted hors’dourves. She’d even pulled together a live band out of the SGC personnel. Jack wanted piped in music but Calla insisted that nothing brought a gathering together like live music and she was right. She’d gone and sought out personnel that she knew played one instrument or another, put them together and in two and half days had a decent band. Amazing. All around him Generals, Admirals, Heads of State and more were laughing, drinking, eating and dancing.

“Thank you, Jack, I am very glad you’re pleased.” Pulling the event together hadn’t been a difficult task, not since she had entire staff to work with and every item she could want or need at her disposal. While everything seemed to be going very well she was still a bit nervous as she stood there talking with him.

“There you are.” Said a voice from behind and Daniel’s arms wrapped tightly around her. “Wonderful party Mrs. Jackson.” He said while he planted a kiss on her cheek.

“I was just saying that.” Jack returned and cleared his throat at the very public display of affection.

Daniel pouted and dropped his arms. “I want you to meet someone.” He turned to the man standing behind him. “Ambassador Steffen Omar I would like you to meet my wife, Calla.”

Daintily she held out her hand and gave a slight curtsey. “It is an honor to meet you, sir.”

“The honor is mine.” The Ambassador brushed his lips across the top of her hand. “I recognize you from the photograph in Doctor Jackson’s office. In person you are even more ravishing.”

“Thank you, Ambassador.” Calla’s voice was kind but curt as she took her hand away from him.

“He’s right, you know. You do look spectacular tonight.” Daniel complimented and then stood back to look at her. The emerald dress matched her eyes and set off her fiery tresses while the black lined stockings accentuated those lovely legs, her tiny feet in a pair of black stilettos with Aphrodite’s jewels around her ankle. This beauty was going to go home with him tonight? “Ambassador, Calla is the one who put this event together tonight.”

“I am most grateful for you hard work, this festivity is indeed very enchanting as are you.”

From behind Jack someone was clearing their throat. Daniel looked up to see four star General Raddock standing there.

“Good evening General O’Neill,” Raddock said and shook hands, “Doctor Jackson,” another hand shake. General O’Neill introduced him to the Ambassador and one more handshake took place.

“This lovely lady would be….” General Radddok inquired.

“My wife,” Daniel said and put his arm around her shoulder. “Calla this is General Raddock, he’s the commander Jack answers to and a personal advisor to the President.”

“I am honored.” Calla again put out a dainty hand and gave a slight curtsey.

“If I may be so bold, “Raddock began, “Doctor Jackson, would you mind if I ask you wife to dance?”

Bold. That was a good word. What could he say? “No, go ahead.”

“Mrs. Jackson, may I have this dance?” The General held out his arm to her.

Calla gave a hesitant look up at her husband before taking it and being led off to the dance floor.

“Well, what do ya think, Daniel?” Jack asked as they stood back watching Calla and the General dance.

“About what?” The General was taking her hand in his and sliding his arm around her waist while the band played Against All Odds in the background.

“This little swaray. I think she did a great job, I’m, ah, I’m thinking about offering her a job.”

“A what?”

“Job.” Jack repeated. “I hate doing this stuff and she’s so good at it. Do you know she even made sure there weren’t color restrictions, can you beat that, color restrictions.” The idea that certain colors might be banned or considered to be offensive in some cultures never occurred to General O’Neill. “It wouldn’t be full time or anything, just when one of these damn dinners comes up. Do you think she’d do it?”

Now General Raddock was pulling her closer and letting her hair fall across his face. “I dunno, you’d have to ask her. What’s she gonna do with the kids?” In his chest he felt his heart start to race while she watched her sway back and forth in the commanding officers’ arms.

“Well we do have a state of the art daycare center, ya know? She’ll leave ‘em there while she’s busy with menus and decorations.” Jack suggested and took in the look on Daniels’ face. “Hey, are you even listening to me?” His gaze drifted off in the direction Daniel was staring and to Jack it seemed the General was holding her just a little too close. The Generals’ fingers were flexing and relaxing just a little too heatedly in the curve of her waist.

“Excuse me,” Daniel left Jack and made his way to the dance floor where he tapped the General on the shoulder. “Cutting in.” He said with a smile and held out his hands for his wife. Calla let go of the General and came to him. With a look of dismay the General walked off.

“We were just dancing,” she said in a soft voice as she began to sway with him.

“I know.” Daniel pulled her in closer and kissed the top of her head. “I’m sorry, I don’t like seeing you in the arms of another man.”

The music stopped and Jack called for everyone’s attention; the Ambassador had an announcement he wanted to make.

“I am very honored and overjoyed to be among you tonight,” Ambassador Steffen Omar began his speech and all eyes turned to him. “This occasion is made even more special by the fact that I have come to tell you that my people have accepted your trade agreement.” A round of applause was heard and the Ambassador waited for it to die down. “We would like to extend an invitation to General O’Neill, Colonel Carter, Teal’c, and Doctor Jackson to come to our world and sign this agreement. We would like to return your hospitality and honor our new friendship.” Another round of applause as those present indicated their agreement. After that round died away the Ambassadors’ voice turned from cheerily diplomatic to soft and low as his eyes changed direction. “We would be most honored if your wife would accompany you to our world, Doctor Jackson. Calla, you have done so much for me tonight it is only fair that I repay your hospitality.” Ambassador Omar invited.

All eyes turned to Calla. “General O’Neill, I think that would be up to you.”

Daniel knew she was tossing the ball to Jack in the hopes that he would say ‘no’ but…..

“Sure, it’s fine with me. I think you’ll like it.” General O’Neill turned to Ambassador Omar. “When do you want us there?”

“Two days?”

“Great.” Jack looked back at Daniel and Calla. “We’ll all be there.”

In front of his eyes the beautiful lady seemed to deflate a bit. “It’ll bit ok.” Daniel encouraged. “You’ll go, they’ll wait on you, show you around. It’ll be fun.”

“I hate that thing.” She said of the Stargate.

“I know,” his voice dropped low. “Ordinarily I wouldn’t do this to you, Kitty, but there’s a lot riding on this agreement.”

Calla nodded and tried to smile as she looked up at the Ambassador across the room. “Thank you, sir, for your very thoughtful invitation. I would be delighted to see your world.”

TO BE CONTINUED IN THE NEXT STORY

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Daughter of the Gods: Little Victories
An Adult Stargate SG-1 Based Short Story
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Moon Mistress
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