Tarnished Heroes Chapter Thirty-One I want to stay with you “You shouldn’t have done that.” Calla complained as they stood in the small hall between the kitchen and living room. “That was my son.” Andy didn’t want to let her go when the phone rang in fact he did everything he could to keep her on the couch under him and when she got away from and answered the phone he followed her and ran his hands all over and suckled on her neck while she tried to concentrate on her conversation. “I’m sorry, love. You’re just so incredibly sexy I couldn’t help myself.” His vintage rock T-shirt was off, it was upstairs on the bedroom floor next to his shoes and socks, on Daniels’ side of the bed. “I am not.” Though she tried to find the reality around her, everything just had an extraordinary dream-like feel to it. As nothing was real and it never would be again, if indeed, it ever was Real to begin with. “Oh yes you are.” Andy bent and scooped her off her feet he carried her back up the stairs. It was just a little past mid-night and the daughter wasn’t due home until 4 they had plenty of time. Calla couldn’t deny that he smelled good and the fell of those ripping muscles against her wanting body was igniting a dangerous fire. His blond hair was soft as it tickled her face. So much like Eros when he was young and still kind. Once upon a time she had loved and trusted her brother very much. That didn’t get her anything good. This wouldn’t either. As pleasurable as it may be it would only lead to a dark end. Smiling down at her Andy laid her down on the bed and kissed her as he settled himself on top of her. The blue/gold flannel shirt rode up her thigh then her hips past the soft curve of her waist to reveal perky delicate breasts, his lips stopped there but the shirt didn’t. Soon it was over her head and on the floor. “Andy…” “You’re not going to say ‘no’ again, are you, love?” He asked. “Really you just can’t keep doing this to me.” “Andy, please….” “Daniel will never know.” He said softly. “No one’s home. No one will ever know. I know you want me, love.” His lips brushed down over her hard nipple. “Just give in. Everything will be all right.” Andy just kept going down and down planting hot kisses on her as he went to that sweet spot between her legs. Calla pushed his face away with weak hands. If he wanted to he could just hold her down but that wasn’t what he wanted. There was no fun in that. No conquest. “You go down on me, why not let me return the favor?” When it came to their consensual sexual dalliances, Calla had a hard-n-fast yet unspoken rule; I can touch you but you can’t touch me. It was starting to drive him mad, especially when it was so bloody obvious that the girl just craved touch. She cuddled next to him, held his hand, rested her head on his shoulder and chest and never said anything when his hand rode up her thigh. If he got within spitting distance of anything, which she considered to be The Husband’s Territory, she balked and pushed away. The titty job the other day, while she let him do it she hated it. Using the touch line of thinking his hand slid down from her hip to her thigh and down the long smooth line of her leg and then back up again. She let out a long low moan as he hand passed her waist and traveled up to her neck. A few more strokes and a few more tokes and that’d be all she wrote. No need for anything as boorish as brutality. The musky scent of her came to him and Andy didn’t know if he could wait for a few more strokes and a few more tokes but he’d waited this long another fifteen minutes wouldn’t matter. He slinked up her body and laid down next to her and for a moment thought about giving her another small boot but no those eyes were glassy enough still her resolve to remain at least somewhat faithful to her husband prevailed. “Where’s your Happy Kit, love? I think it’s time we had a smoke.” “Ok.” Calla agreed happy that he was otherwise distracted. Calla’s new Happy Kit was in her oversized purse, which was on the floor by the bed. Nevertheless, she had the large stash of weed in the nightstand so she opened that pulled out the bag and the pipe and handed them over to Andy. Laying on his side and looking up at her every few seconds, Andy packed a steep glass bowl full of the mildly hallucinogenic weed he’d given her and then handed her the bowl. “Green hit,” he encouraged with a smile and flicked his hair back over his shoulder. My, he’s very handsome and built. Calla had many nasty thoughts of doing many nasty things with him, things people would never know about least of all Daniel. She put flame to weed and took a large toke while her heart and mind raced with carnal thoughts and desires. He’s young enough to be your son! Nicholas’ damning last comment rang in her head as she took Andy in with her eyes. Perhaps he was young enough to be Nicholas’ much older brother but she was an Olympian, she would live forever and age had little to no bearing. When her magick ceased to work on Daniel and he was cold and gone some two or three hundred years from now, when she was alone with no one but her own family to turn to, was she to seek out men her own age? Without turning to her own kind, that wasn’t even a possibility. She was different from Them and no matter how hard she tried to fight it or hide it the fact remained; she would never be like Them. Without warning, Andy took in a big hit and his hand cupped the back of her head bringing her in close to him. His lips closed down over hers and he blew the hit into her mouth. Daniel hadn’t done that in years. Andy didn’t know what he’d done right, he just wanted to share the hit with her and steal a kiss, but from the way she was looking at him just now, he’d scored big on something. “What is it, love?” “Touch me?” Well that wasn’t a hard request to fulfill in fact he’d been waiting for that requisition to cross his desk for weeks. The flat of his hand ran along her stomach and up to the space between her breasts. “Like this?” For the second time that night, the phone began to ring. Oh bloody hell! “Leave it, Calla, let the machine get it.” Andy encouraged. There was still that child outstanding and she reached for the phone. Hammond, George read the caller-id. The heart that was beating rapidly with forbidden desire beat faster with fear. “Hello?” “Calla its George, I’m sorry to disturb you so late.” Andy was sucking on her neck again and she pushed him away. “That’s all right, General.” She stressed lightly and shot Andy a harsh gaze. He backed off. “Is something wrong?” As she asked the question, she blindly sought out Andy’s hand and gripped it tight. “What?” She paled as the man on the other end of the line spoke. “No, I…I…” Calla dropped the phone and ran off for the bathroom. “Calla? Calla?” Andy heard the man’s voice coming through the phone line and picked it up. “This is Andrew Hartley, I’m Calla’s agent who am I speaking with, please?” “This is General George Hammond of the United States Air Force. Where is Calla Jackson?” “She’s run off in tears. What’s going on?” “Her husband is missing.” George said in a gruff voice. He didn’t like the idea of a man hanging out in Doctor Jackson’s house with Doctor Jackson’s wife at this late hour. That name, wasn’t he the man the papers and the television had Calla linked with? “Who are you again, sir?” “Andrew Hartley,” he repeated, “Doctor Jackson is missing.” Andrew said for clarification. “He’s not…well…he’s not dead is he?” “We don’t know. Please put Calla back on the phone, Mr. Hartley. May I ask why you’re keeping Mrs. Jackson company at this late hour?” “I told you, I’m her agent.” Andy said in a harsh voice. “Hold on.” Andy pulled himself from the bed and knocked on the bathroom door. “Calla, come on love open the door. The General needs to talk to you some more, c’mon, dahling open up.” He waited, she didn’t answer through the closed door he heard her crying. “I’m afraid she’s not in any shape to come back to the phone, General Hammond. Is there anything you’d like me to relay to her?” Suddenly the door was thrown open and she ripped the cordless phone out of his hand. “You tell them I’m on my way and I want that damn thing open when I get there!” She hung up and then clicked the OPEN button so that if General Hammond called back all he’d get was a busy signal. She tossed it onto the empty bed and grabbed up the flannel shirt she threw it over her head and grabbed up her purse. “Where the hell do you think you’re going?” Andy demanded to know as he reached out for her. “Don’t touch me!” She growled. Calla pushed him hard and Andy stumbled out of her way, she hustled down the stairs “I’m going to find my husband. He’s missing, he’s in danger and I’m lying in your arms in his bed thinking about fucking you!” “You can’t drive!” Andy shouted from the top of the stairs and began chasing after her. “Where the hell are you going to go, Japan?” Andy cut her off at the front door and slammed it shut before she could get through it. “You can’t help him, Calla! For Gods’ sake try to be reasonable, you’re not even dressed!” All right this was bloody bad news and his chances of getting laid tonight just dropped to zero but that didn’t mean she could get behind the wheel of a car strung out and half naked and go buzzing off into the night. “Get out of my way, Andy!” They say that heroin suppresses endorphins and adrenalin and that’s mostly why people get addicted to it because it takes over those functions and addicts can’t function without them, but you couldn’t tell that was a true statement by the way she shoved Andrew Hartley and his well-kept body out of her path. “I love my husband.” Calla ran off down the front porch and jumped in behind the wheel of the red Integra before Andy could stop her. She slammed down the automatic locks as she saw him coming after her and fumbled in the big satchel for her car keys. Andy pounded on the driver’s door. “Calla! You come out from there right now!” Calla shoved the key into the ignition. She peeled off down the driveway with Andy—shirtless, shoeless, long blond hair blowing back from his face as he chased down the driveway—in her headlights and Daniel in her sights. Skidding her way through the turn onto the highway Calla realized Andy may have had a point, perhaps driving wasn’t a good idea on her part. She could barely remember how to get to the SGC now the drug he injected into her was still making her feel very hazy and some part of her thought this must all be some terrible hallucination. Yes, that’s it; she wasn’t really speeding hell-bent-for-leather down the dark highway half-naked. No, of course not. Daniel wasn’t really missing. Of course he wasn’t. He was just fine and he’d be home on Monday. She must still be at home asleep or dosing somewhere in the house. The screeching brakes, blaring horn and blinding headlights yanked her from that blissfully happy thought and Calla turned the wheel hard to the right to avoid the oncoming semi. She didn’t remember crossing the yellow line. Hon, you dun crossed dat line years ago. “What?” She looked around for the voice. “Terrific, now I’m hearing things too?” Mab-be. Does it mat’ta? “David? Where are you?” She pounded her little fist against the side of her head as she put the accelerator down. “You’re not here, you’re dead, I’m on drugs, and I’m hallucinating. That’s all it is.” If she was hallucinating she had another one to add to the list now, there was the faint odor of cigarette smoke in the car. Again, she looked for him or the glowing tip of a cigarette but she was alone in the car. “Get it together,” she told herself and reached into the purse next to her. The heroin was making her hazy and causing her to hallucinate so what she needed was some of Andy’s white powder to wake her up. One hand on the wheel, pedal to the metal, the other rummaging around in the bag until her hand ceased on the new Happy Kit. Calla put one knee against the wheel to steady the car while she grabbed it with both hands and pulled the zipper open. Inside were several happy objects but the one she plucked out was a little amber bottle with handy-dandy little spoon. Using her thumb and forefinger, she unscrewed the cap and then brought the bottle to her face still steering the speeding car with one knee. Calla quickly dipped the spoon into the powder and sniff, up it went another dip and another sniff. She waited a second and decided on two more spoonfuls before she put it back into the kit and dumped it still open into the oversized handbag. That was better; at least she was awake now. Two hands on the wheel, hon. “What? Oh, yes, quite right.” Calla grabbed the steering wheel with two hands and put her leg down. Now her nose itched and her head tingled. Yew really jus fall apart when he ain’t around, don’cha? “Yeah, well, it’s been a hell of a week!” She shouted to no one. “Why don’t you just shut up and go away. I have to find Daniel I can’t deal with you right now.” Oh, well, yeah, now ‘bout dat, hon. Whilst I ‘preciate da view n all, ya ain’t got no pants on. Nope not even a pair of dem purty panties. Yew dun think they’se gone let yew t’rou dat gate like dat, dew ya? Not ta mention da fact your stoned outta your gourd. “I’m not going to let them stop me. I’ll kill them all if I have to. I’m going to bring my husband home.” Determined li’l thang ain’t cha? Well a’ight, gurl, let’s go on and git-r-done. “Yes let’s.” Calla agreed and stomped the accelerator all the way to the floor while she weaved in and out of lanes on the dark lonely highway. Somehow, she made it to the Main Gate of the SGC without killing herself or anyone else. The MP’s stopped her at the Gate, it seemed General Hammond called ahead after all and warned them that she was coming. “Professor Jackson,” the MP began, “I know you’re worried but there’s nothing you can do you should go home.” “Raise that gate or I’ll drive through it.” “Then I’d have to shoot you, ma’am.” He said with a kind but serious smile. “I can’t let you in.” “You do what you have to.” Calla threw the car into reverse, revved the engine and the young MP jumped out of the way just before she crashed the sports car through the Main Gate. He didn’t fire at her but once he stopped shaking enough to grab the phone he called the problem down and it was relayed to General Thurmond acting commander of the SGC in the absence of General O ‘Neill. The car came to screeching halt on the last level of the parking garage, not in an actual space just in front of the elevator where it blocked traffic but she didn’t care. Calla shut down the engine and followed her regular routine; she dumped the keys into her purse, grabbed the bag from the seat and tossed the strap, crises-cross, over her shoulder. She didn’t stop to smooth out her hair or Daniels’ shirt, Calla climbed into the elevator hit the EMERGENCY NON-STOP button and then slammed the button that would take her to the Gate Room level. The elevator dropped quickly and so did her stomach, she felt like throwing up again and it seemed her belly was threatening to do just that but there was nothing there at all. She hadn’t eaten a good meal since her picnic with Andy and whatever bile she had was tossed out earlier tonight with her first boot. Half-dressed and strung out in the cold elevator she began to shake. Better stop dat. Maybe another spoonful? The numbers were dropping just as swiftly as the elevator and she wasn’t sure she had the time but thought she’d risk it anyway. The little amber bottle was still half-full and she jammed the spoon into it and huffed it up her nose as fast as she could. The doors opened just as she was putting it back in her bag. “Mrs. Jackson,” said the MP who greeted upon the door opening. “Would you please come with me, ma’am”? “I don’t fucking think so.” She shoved him away and dashed down the corridor with him chasing after her and calling the problem in on his radio. Soon more MPs were chasing after her; they came out from every corner and all shouted at her to stop. The Gate Room was just around the next corner and she wasn’t going to let anyone stop her from getting there or going through. She needed a little leverage. The last group of MPs made their attempt to cut her off just before the Gate Room door, Calla side stepped them and ran around them. Stoned out of her gourd or not, she was still small and she was still quick, like greased lightning, she was very hard to catch. No one wanted to shoot Doctor Jackson’s wife. Calla didn’t want to hurt any of them either but still she was in desperate need of that leverage. The smallest of the MPs a young man somewhere all of 19 reached out for her Calla let him get closer than any of the others so she could grab the gun from his belt. “Hi, boys.” She said easily as she pointed the weapon at them. The one she’d grabbed it from was still closest and he seemed most stunned, Calla smiled wider, grabbed his arm and twisted it up behind his back. She shoved the barrel of the gun into his side. “I’m really sorry to do this to you but I have to get through that Gate. The rest of you play nice and just back off.” Using the MP as a shield, she walked backward into the Gate Room where more MPs were waiting and so was General Thurmond. “Let him go, Calla.” Came the order from the control room. “Just put the gun down and no one will get hurt.” “Open that fucking Gate and no one will get hurt.” She offered in return as she looked up at him through the windows. “Please don’t make me get angry in my condition anything could happen.” Calla warned and cocked the hammer back. “Open it!” The building started to shake. “OPEN IT!” Dats it, Callie, yew make ‘em open ‘er up for ya. Dun take no shit. The shaking turned into something that felt like 10.5 on the Richter Scale. Everyone looked for something to hold on to or hide beneath. They were already 30 floors beneath the surface if she brought it down on them no one would survive. “Go on,” General Thurmond said to the man at the controls, “dial it up.” Then he bent into the microphone again. “We’re opening it, Calla, wanna stop the quake now?” “Not until it’s open!” She shouted back. Truth was she couldn’t stop the shaking. The building was shaking with her body and she couldn’t control it. One by the one the symbols locked into place until the wormhole appeared. Calla let the MP go as she ran toward the open Stargate and Daniel. Calla found herself, gun in hand and satchel on her shoulder, on the other side. There was no one here. She walked off the platform to the DHD. She could be hallucinating, one never knew, but she thought that was fresh blood running down the side of it. A’ight, dis yow show, gurl, now what? Off to her left was an ATV, Calla jumped on it, started it, and sped off on it in search of her husband. End of Chapter Thirty-One of
A Daniel Jackson
Stargate SG-1
Adult FanFiction Series
By
Moon Mistress
a/k/a Lisa Beth Darling
I want to play with you baby
I want to lay with you
And I want you to know
Got to concentrate
Don't be distractive
Turn me on tonight
Cause I'm radioactive
Radioactive
The Firm
After Nicholas’ phone call, which didn’t upset Calla in the least, even if she hadn’t been out of it she still would have been proud of him for calling and being so responsible, Andy tried to get her to leave the phone off the hook. She had another child, a daughter, who wasn’t home yet and who might place the same call before the night was over. Calla wasn’t at all sure how she felt about that. At her insistence, the phone was left on the hook just in case Colleen (or Nicholas or anyone) should call.
Tarnished Heroes
An Adult Stargate FanFiction Novel
By
Moon Mistress
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