Tarnished Heroes
A Daniel Jackson
Stargate SG-1
Adult FanFiction Series
By
Moon Mistress
a/k/a Lisa Beth Darling

Chapter Two

Got it bad
Got it bad
Got it bad
So bad!
I’m hot for teacher
Hot for Teacher
Van HALEN—not Van Hagar!

Standing in front of her class, Calla fished in the bowl and drew out five slips of paper. On the board she wrote

Metropolitan Museum of Art, NYC

Guggenheim Museum, NYC

Museum of Contemporary Art, LA

National Gallery of Art, DC

“Mr. Higgums?” She said in a cross voice as she looked down at the last slip of paper in her hand. “The History of Pornography Museum? This had to be you.” Calla waved the piece of paper in the air at the burly sandy headed nineteen year-old male in the front row.

Todd Higgums blushed deeply but didn’t back down. “It’s legit, teach, c’mon. It’s a real museum.” He insisted. “Says so right there in the name.”

“Perhaps but I don’t think the college will be willing to foot the bill for a trip to a porn palace.”

“Aw, c’mon.” Todd said again and looked around his classmates. “She pulled it fair and square, you guys gonna vote on it or what?”

Alas, poor Todd had no back up and Calla put the slip of paper into the trash and pulled out one more.

New York Museum of Art, NYC

Callas’ heart skipped a beat or two as she looked down at it and wished she’d kept the porn palace on the list. Hoping they would not vote for this last one, Calla wrote it down on the board for all to see. Daniel would not want to accompany her for the weekend if that was the chosen destination and she couldn’t blame him for it. Wouldn’t blame him for it. “All right, those are your options.” She said as she turned around to face the class again. One by one she counted off the museums on the list and counted hands in favor. The New York Museum of Art won by two votes. “Well, I guess we’re off to New York next weekend. I’ll let everyone know the exact details next time we meet. Everyone needs to bring spending money the college will pay for the trip but not for food and trinkets.” Calla told them and looked up at the clock. “That’s it for today.” She told them. “See you all again on Monday.”

With a heavy heart she erased the blackboard. The vote had been fair she just couldn’t tell them ‘no’. Daniel would just have to understand and so would she when he told her he didn’t want to go. Looking around first at the mess the class left behind and then to be sure no one was watching her, Calla waved her hands in the air and the soaking paint brushes were suddenly freshly washed. The canvases stacked neatly and the drop clothes picked up.

It was only a little after three and she didn’t have to be at the high school until 4:30. Calla decided to stop at home and have a small bite to eat, a bit of a rest and then head over to Colleen’s swim competition. Walking through the front door she put her briefcase and handbag down on the couch. The little red lights on the answering machine were blinking, they were always blinking. The kids were always on the phone. In order to avoid getting the wrong messages or having to listen to hours worth of messages for the kids they’d purchased a digital answering machine with four voice mail boxes one for each of them. Nicholas’ light was blinking already. Daniel’s light was blinking. So was hers. Calla pushed the button.

“Hello, Calla Jackson, my name is Andrew Hartley,” the male voice on the machine was very British. “I just bought your painting and I was wondering if I might chat with you for a while. I’ve several interested parties on the line and, well, I’d very much like to see more of your work. Please gimmie a ring back if you would, love, my number here in New York is……” Calla scratched it down on a pad.

Several interested parties? Andrew Hartley wanted to see more of her work? Calla felt as though she were on the verge of something very big and very good for a change. She didn’t want to be world famous and knew that she couldn’t be. No she must not draw a lot of attention to herself and that was why she never ‘shucked her work around’ as Daniel put it or went to those stupid openings. Well, that and the fact that she didn’t really like the ‘art crowd’, she liked talking about art but not her art. Very un-artist like as far as the Art Snobs were concerned. Nonetheless there it was Andrew Hartley and he seemed as though he were offering to broker her work. Perhaps even take her on as a client. She wanted to talk to Daniel about it first so she’d call Mr. Hartley back after dinner tonight.

Calla dashed up the stairs and into her bedroom where she stripped off her clothes and sat down. What a strange day so far. A little pick-me-up or in this case calm-me-down was in order. Opening the night stand drawer she rummaged around until she found the remainder of the quarter ounce and the small metal pipe. Taking a few happy tokes and letting the smoke fill her lungs and mind she found herself starting to relax again. There were so many things she wanted to talk to Daniel about tonight she wasn’t sure she could keep them all straight. Taking toke after toke while she searched around in her closet for a fresh pair of blue jeans and a light sweater she got ready to go to the school. Calla finished off the pipe before putting the clothes on to avoid reeking like pot at the swim meet. As she stood there half-naked the phone began to ring again.

“Hello,” Calla said still zipping up the blue jeans.

“Do I have the pleasure of speaking with Calla Jackson?” Asked the British voice.

“Mr. Hartley?” Calla sat down on the bed. “I hope you enjoy my painting, sir. You paid an awful lot of money for it.”

“I love it, darling!” He cooed excitedly. “I think it’s fabulous! I have several interested investors on the line. Now, when can we get together?”

“Get together?” She asked nervously. Investors?

“Yes, darling, didn’t you get my message? I want to see more of your work.” His voice seemed to drop a bit lower. “I think we have a very prosperous future ahead of us, my dear. You’re out there in Colorado, right? Well, I can fly out there and meet with you. Just name the time, love.”

She really didn’t want some stranger traipsing about her house and she really wanted to talk to Daniel first. But… “I’m going to be in New York City next weekend.” Calla said holding the phone tight in her hand. “My class is going to one of the museums. I suppose I could meet you at some point.”

“So soon! Wonderful!” He boomed with joy and began tapping the keys on his computer to bring up his schedule. “How’s Saturday evening, the 5^th? I’ll take you to dinner.”

“Ah, um, actually,” she stumbled looking for a plausible excuse or at least a good lie not to say ‘yes’ just now. “I haven’t firmed up the class’ itinerary yet, I’d have to get back to you with a firm date and time.”

“You do that, love. Let me know the minute you get into town and we’ll get together. Bring your portfolio I want to see lots of photographs.” Mr. Hartley said in an encouraging voice.

“I…I will do that.”

“All right, darling, I’ll see you next weekend. I can’t wait to meet you, Calla. I think this going to be very profitable indeed.”

The line went dead in her hand. Things were just moving way too fast. The empty pipe in her hand looked lonely, Calla decided to refill it. So what if she smelled like pot when she got to the school? It wasn’t like she was President of the PTA or something. Besides, August 29, 2019 was a great day. It was the day the American Public decided they didn’t care if its citizens wanted to smoke pot and decriminalized it for good. It wasn’t outright legal, you couldn’t walk into any store and buy a pack of joints—oh wouldn’t that be nice—but no one bothered you if you happened to be smoking a J in public either.

Take a deep hit she wished the class had chosen the Guggenheim or the Met to visit. Daniel would be sure to go along to either of those and she wouldn’t have to meet with Mr. Hartley alone. Perhaps she’d bring Todd Higgums with her, he was a big lad sure to deter any unwanted thoughts or advances from Mr. Hartley and being a student he was a good way to go back to the hotel early if she didn’t like the way things were going. Yes, that would be a good option. She’d bring Todd along.

Before she knew it the phone was ringing again. Calla took one last hit off the pipe, stashed it away and answered the phone. “Hello.”

“Hi, my name is Greg Sanders, I’m an art reporter with the New York Times, and I’d like to speak with Professor Calla Jackson please.” Said the very congenial voice with the Brooklyn accent.

Oh By The Gods! “I’m sorry Mr. Sanders, she isn’t here at the moment, may I take a message?” Calla lied and slipped into the top while holding onto the phone.

“I got word that Andrew Hartley bought one of the paintings she had in the Amber Gallery.” He paused and waited for confirmation or denial that did not come. “Anyway I heard he bought it for fifty large and I want to interview her for the paper. The gallery owner says she’s one painting away from a sold out show…..”

Sold out? I’ve still got three pieces there. She thought but didn’t say anything. Calla just let him ramble on.

“It’d be a real coup if I could get sometime with her. Seems she doesn’t like to do interviews.” Mr. Sanders was pleading with a hint of suspicion beneath. “If you’d give her my number please…..”

“Sure, I will.” Calla scratched it down on a notepad and said ‘good-bye’. She called the Amber Gallery. “Is Gretchen available please, it’s Calla Jackson.” Calla waited until the phone was picked up once more.

“Calla! I was just going to call you….”

“I got a call from the New York Times; you’ve sold two more paintings?”

“Geez, good news travels fast!” Gretchen remarked happily. “Sure did, just about an hour ago. Light Warrior and Dark Tower sold!” Light Warrior was the portrait of Naveen and Dark Tower was an image of Eros’ home on the island. “Andy’s check hasn’t gone out yet so I’ll just add this here paltry thirty-five thousand to the fifty thousand coming your way! You just made eight-five grand, girlfriend!” Calla heard the sound of flipping pages and knew what was coming next. “Now, when do you want to show again? I’m booked up until winter, but how about sometime around Christmas?”

“Is it one buyer?” Calla asked and slipped into her shoes as she glanced at the clock, she had to get going if she was going to make the swim meet.

“No, two different people who heard Andy bought Woman in Chains and they wanted to snatch up one your works. All that’s left is Dark Warrior and you are sold out!”

Dark Warrior was the portrait of Kanan. With the sole exception of the painting which depicted nothing but the chains she’d once worn it represented the last of the paintings she’d done during her little mental breakdown, before Daniel caught her and helped her come back to herself, before they started over again that afternoon in the attic. The second painting was never put up for public display and in fact, she had been thinking painting over it lately. Calla figured she would never unload either of those. Yes, there were many things to talk about tonight. “That’s great news, Gretchen. Keep me informed.”

“Are you gonna do the interview?”

“No, I lied to the reporter and told him I wasn’t home. I hate publicity.”

“Honey, girl, you can’t avoid it much longer.” Gretchen warned. “Inquiring minds and all that. They’re gonna hound you until you give ‘em something.”

“Yeah, whatever. Listen, my daughter’s got a swim meet and I’m running late. Gotta go.”

“All right, tootles.” Gretchen said happily and hung up.

Calla grabbed a candy bar on her way through the kitchen where Nicholas’ cleats were sitting on the floor. He had practice this afternoon. Using her mind rather than the cell phone, she sought out her son. Nicholas?

Ma? Nicholas Jackson was on his way out to his candy apple red 1969 Fast Back Mustang and a quick trip home when his mother’s voice started speaking in the back of his mind.

Picking up the dirty shoes, she walked out the back door and made her way to the garage.

Calla Jackson World Famous Artiste. Daniel’s compliment echoed in her head. A little shiver went through her as she got behind the wheel and drove off to the high school. “I just want to be Calla Jackson.” She mumbled to herself and backed out of the driveway.

**

Pulling into the student parking lot of the Greenbrier Public High School, Calla found her son leaning up against his hot rod and waiting for her. Nicholas waited for her to put the car in park and then opened the door. “Hey, mom.” He smiled. “Thanks, you’re a life saver.”

“A time saver at least.” She smiled up at him and handed over the dirty shoes. “All yours.”

“C’mon, mom, I’ll walk you to the pool.” Nicholas slung one arm around his mother’s shoulders.

Not being able to reach her sons’ shoulders, Calla slipped an arm around his waist. “I can find it myself, go on, get to practice.” She squeezed him tight for a second. They were up on the sidewalk now nearing the side entrance. “Have you seen your father? He’s supposed to be here.”

“No, not yet. He probably parked on the other side.” Nicholas tossed his head and his long hair off to the left indicating the teacher’s parking lot and the front door.

“Hey, Nick!” A male voice called out amid a group of students. “Who’s the new babe? She’s smokin’.” The small crowd around him laughed and giggled.

Calla craned her neck to look up at her son and smiled wide. “I’m a babe.” She said happily and blushed.

“Don’t encourage him.” Nicholas told her. “This is my mom you dork.” He said to the young man with the flaming red hair. “Mom, this is Jerry.”

“Mom. Yeah, right, pretty funny super-stud.” The young man said in a half-serious half-joking manner. “He’s got a new pump every week.” Jerry unknowingly explained to Nicholas’ mother. “So, Connie and Anna know about this sweet thang?”

Nicholas shot him a cold stare, his lips and eyes were so tight Jerry thought he might get decked. And he did. The girl next to him punched him in the arm. “Ow!” Jerry cried out and gave her a sullen look.

“Hi, Mrs. Jackson.” The young girl, Katrina, said to her. “How are you?”

“I’m well Kat, how are you today?” Calla asked.

“Oh, geez, I’m sorry.” Jerry fumbled and blushed deeply and turned away for a moment, as he realized Nick and Kat were very serious and the beautiful petite redhead was indeed Nick’s mother. “I’m sorry if I offended you, Mrs. Jackson, you sure don’t look like you could be his ma.” That was true. Oh, she looked older than Nicky but just enough to be a very intriguing older woman certainly not his mother. “That stuff I said about him bein’ a super-stud……….”

“Why thank you, Jerry, I’m flattered.” Calla interjected sweetly and held out her hand to him, the young man shook it and then let go. “He is a super-stud. Now, c’mon, give your old mother a kiss, I’ll see you later?”

“Yeah, but its Thursday, remember. I’m goin’ over to the community center to help with basketball tonight.” Nicholas reminded her. He loved his mother dearly but she could be very forgetful at times. “Are you sure you don’t want me to walk you in?”

“I can find the pool.”

“I’m goin’ that way anyway.” Nicholas protested while withholding the peck she’d requested. “It’s no trouble, mom.”

“He’s such a good son even if he does have a new pump every week.” She said proudly to Jerry and his group of friends. “I may be old but I’m not feeble, now kiss your mother’s cheek and get off to practice.”

With a heavy groan, Nicholas capitulated and kissed his mother as requested. “I’ll stop and get somethin’ to eat so don’t cook for me.”

“I’m not cooking, remember? Your father and I are going out to dinner tonight.”

“Oh, hey, that’s right. You sold your painting.” Nicholas began to walk past the group of his peers and opened the door to the school. Calla stepped inside without noticing that he was ignoring her wishes.

“I sold three.” She whispered excitedly. “Nicky, I made eight-five thousand dollars.”

Nicholas froze in his large tracks halfway through the door. “Hey, that’s great Mrs. Jackson. I heard you were an artist or teacher or something.” Jerry chimed in.

“Or something.” Calla agreed glancing back at the young man. “Aren’t you happy for me too?” She looked up into the deep dark eyes of her son.

“Sure, mom. Gonna go out and have a big celebration dinner with Dad?” They walked through the entryway and the door closed behind them.

“I haven’t told him about the other two yet.” Before she knew it, he’d slung his arm around her shoulders again and was escorting her to the school’s indoor Olympic sized pool. “I just found out before I left the house.”

A few feet away from the entrance to the pool and Nicholas stopped. He bent at the knees to look his mother in the eyes. “Mom, that stuff, you know it’s not true, right? I don’t have a new girl every week….”

“Yes, you do. Or, well, just about.” She tittered. “It’s all right, Nicholas, you’re young and incredibly handsome, you should have as many girlfriends as you want. Just so long as….”

“I treat them all with respect.” He finished and kissed the top of her head. “Don’t worry, mom, I always do. “

“I know.

“And, mom, just for, ya know, future reference, you really shouldn’t say things like ‘pump’. It doesn’t sound right coming from you.”

“I’m sorry if I embarrassed you.” She said lightly. “But you know I pump gas all the time. And sometimes I wear pumps on my feet…and…”

“Mom!”

“Now go on your team is waiting for you.” Calla laughed and disappeared through the double doors on her way to the pool.

Scratching his head Nicholas made his way down to the Boys Locker Room and changed for practice.

The pool area reeked of chlorine and sweat. Calla’s eyes began to water as she made her way down the bleacher section looking for husband. Someone had really way over done the chlorine last time around. The smell of it was sticking in her chest as she rubbed her watering eyes. Colleen was going to swim in that? Looking over the others around her, she glanced at the water. It certainly looked clean and why the hell shouldn’t it? At least she’d be wearing her goggles and it wouldn’t bother Colleen’s eyes later tonight.

Before she could find a comfortable spot and sit down everyone was asked to rise for the National Anthem. The small crowd of parents, grandparents and classmates rose to their feet and placed their hands over their heart. Most of them sang along with the recorded music and faced the American Flag. Calla was no exception. Land of the Free. Home of the Brave. Those words always made her choke up no matter how hard she tried not to. Wiping her already watering eyes with the back of her hand she continued to look around as the music stopped and the crowd was seated.

“You look lost. Can I help you?” A young man was asking her with concern in his eyes. “Don’t cry, whatever it is I’m sure it’ll be ok.”

“Oh, it’s just the chlorine.” Calla explained and wiped away the last of the tears. From the corner of her eye she saw the two teams emerging from the Boys and Girls Lockers Rooms. “My daughter’s going to compete; I have to find a seat.”

“Daughter?” He asked as his hazel eyes widened. “I’m sorry….ah….ma’am,” he blushed a little as Jerry had done earlier. “I thought you were a student.”

“And he wants to pick you up.” A familiar voice said from behind her. “Sorry this one’s mine.” Daniel’s arms wrapped around her. Calla didn’t hesitate, her body relaxed against him and she nuzzled the back of her head into his chest. “Thought I forgot, didn’t you?”

The young man slunk away without another word. “Thank you.” Calla called after him but he didn’t look back. Calla turned around in his arms. “Hello, Beautiful, I was getting a little worried.” She told Daniel. “I’m glad you’re here. They’re going to start.”

Daniel led them to an empty space with a good view. The competing teams were introduced and, proud parents that they were, Daniel and Calla waved and shouted when Colleen stepped forward as her name was called. Colleen looked up, smiled brightly and waved back. She looked so sexy in that slinky one-piece Speedo. Her auburn hair held tight in a ponytail—she hated the racers cap and almost never wore one unless she felt she had stiff competition. At 5’10 her legs were slender long and very strong as was the rest of her. Their daughter turned out to be one beautiful young woman.

“I’ve got some good news to tell you later.” Calla said softly as she leaned into him without taking her eyes off her daughter.

“Oh? Where are we going for dinner?” Daniel asked. “Aren’t you supposed to be at the gallery tonight?”

She hadn’t really thought about that with everything else that was going on it seemed like the least of her problems and joys. “How about Poor Richards? We’ll get dressed up and go out.” Calla asked, she turned to Daniel as the boys’ teams took their marks and the girls sat down. “It’s my gallery I can open and close it whenever I want.”

Poor Richards was a very expensive steak house and he and Calla only went there on special occasions. He was in the mood for a good steak and she was paying. “Sounds good. So where are we going on our trip?”

Calla groaned as the mood suddenly dimmed a bit. “We’ll talk about that later too.”

The starter’s gun sounded and the boys dove off the starting blocks. Around them, the crowd whooped and cheered the boys on. Calla knew a few of the boys on the swim team, that was Mark McCormick in the far lane and nearer to her was a boy by the name of Sandy James, she thought an odd name for a boy.

“Move over lady.” A booming voice said to her. “Hey, dad, did mom tell ya?” Nicholas slid onto the bleacher seat as his mother moved over.

“What are you doing here?” She asked him. “What about practice?”

“There was a screw up. They got some morons re-doin’ the lines out there and we gotta wait awhile.” Nicholas told her. “Thought I’d come see how the Runt is doin’.”

“She’s not up yet.” Calla informed him. “Don’t call her that.”

“Tell me what?” Daniel asked.

Nicholas opened his mouth but Calla reached out and slapped her sons’ knee. “It’s my surprise. It’s my secret to tell.”

“Surprise and secret, huh?” Daniel asked as his eyes narrowed. “Yeah, ok, what’s goin’ on?”

She wanted to tell him at dinner, she wanted to wait but Nicholas was going to force her hand. “I sold two more paintings.” Calla told him. “So instead of a check for fifty thousand there will be three totaling….” She stopped for a second to catch her breath, “eighty-five.”

“Kitty that’s great!” Daniel reached out and hugged her tight. “That’s fabulous! Congratulations!”

“It’s not bad.” She said shyly. The boys were climbing out of the pool now and Colleen and her team were taking their places on the starting blocks. “There she is!” Her tone brightened, as did her eyes and Calla rose to her feet to get a better view of her daughter. The people in front of her stood up too.

“Want me to put ya on my shoulders?” Nicholas asked with a grin.

“You’re too fresh for your own good.” Calla chided. “Now watch your sister.” She turned her eyes away from him and back to the pool. “Yeah Coley! Got get ‘em!” Calla called out. Still the problem remained and she couldn’t see the pool very well rather than climb on her sons’ shoulders, Calla climbed up onto the bleacher and suddenly was a bit taller than most of those around her. “That’s better.”

Nicholas grumbled and shook his head while his father laughed.

Always a strong swimmer, Colleen pulled out to an early lead in the 100-meter freestyle and held onto it to the very end. By the end of the afternoon, the very giddy teenager walked away with the 100-meter butterfly and anchored the winning leg of the 250-meter relay. From the way Calla was jumping up and down on the bleacher, you would have thought her daughter just received the Nobel Prize. The ribbons were given out and the two teams departed for their gender respective locker rooms. Nicholas kissed his mother on the cheek, told his parents he’d be home late tonight and wandered off for his late-day practice.

Along with a handful of other parents, Daniel and Calla waited in the bleachers for Colleen to emerge from the locker room. Colleen had a license but she did not have a car and so one of them would be bringing her home. “She won all of her races.” Calla said proudly and leaned against Daniel’s shoulder. “She really is something, isn’t she, Daniel?”

“Um-hum, they both are.” He told her. “We’ve got great kids.”

“Yes, Doctor Jackson, we done good.”

“So, are you going to tell me or are going to keep me in suspense? Who bought the other paintings?”

“You know something, I don’t know.” Calla said and sat up straight again. “I forgot to ask, Gretchen said something about them being investors.”

“You’ve got something else to tell me?” Daniel asked as he pulled back to get a good look into those eyes. “Yeah, you do. What is it?”

“Later.”

“Well, am I at least going to like it?”

“We’ll find out.”

“I hate it when you do that.”

Calla smiled and let out a little laugh. “I know.”

“Hi, mom, hi, dad.” Colleen said as she strode up the steps with her hair still wet and soaking through the grey hooded sweatshirt. “So I did all right, huh?”

“You did great!” Calla stood up and hugged her daughter. Her husband quickly followed her. “Which one of us do you want to ride with?”

“Ah, well,…..a group of us” she stressed with a smile and twinkle in her blue eyes “….are going to get pizza….”

“Hum,” Calla said and looked past her daughter to the group of teenagers milling about by the pool and staring up in their direction. “Where are you going? I see Sandy is going along.”

“Just, ya know, over to the Pizza Barn and, I dunno….” Her voice trailed off as her heart jumped. She wasn’t going to do anything bad but she did want to hang with Sandy tonight. “We might get a DVD or something.”

“Where?”

“I dunno, Terry’s house maybe.”

“10:30.” Calla told her daughter while keeping on eye on the brown haired young man who was the current object of her daughter’s desires.

“11:30? There’s no school tomorrow.” Colleen quickly reminded her mother and glanced up at her father for some assistance. However, Daniel just stood back and watched the exchange.

“What?” Calla asked and gathered up her purse.

“Mom!” Coley huffed with an impatient roll of her eyes. “I told you Tuesday, there’s a Teacher’s meeting or something tomorrow and there’s….no…school.” Not liking what she saw in her mother’s eyes she added. “You’d let Nicky go.”

Daniel groaned thinking his daughter just lost the battle.

“10:30.” Calla said sternly.

“Eleven?” Colleen countered.

Colleen was growing up and she was very responsible. It wasn’t her daughter that Calla doubted in the least, it was the company she was going to keep tonight. Without knowing what to do, Calla shrugged her shoulders and looked up at her husband for help. In those lovely blue eyes, she saw the same fears and doubts but there wasn’t much they could do about it and both parents knew it. “Eleven o’clock. One minute later and I’ll ground you for a week.” Calla threatened.

“Oh, I know. Thanks mom.” Colleen kissed her mother and dashed off toward the small co-ed group still mulling around by the pool.

“That hurt, huh?” Daniel asked with a smile.

“Yeah,” she sighed. “I see it’s just you and me tonight,” she said in a lighter voice. Both kids away for the evening could have very interesting benefits. “Perhaps instead of getting gussied up and going out, we should get undressed and stay home?”

“Yeah,” Daniel said slowly as he ran the flat of his hand through her hair, “perhaps we should. Meet you back at the house? And you’ll tell me all about the new buyers and….” his voice trailed off for a second as he stared into her eyes, “anything else that might be on your mind?”

“Um-hum.” She smiled coyly at him and turned to walk away but the pull of his hand in hers stopped her and she turned back.

“Where’s my kiss?”

“Right here.” Calla stood on her tiptoes to kiss his soft full lips. “If you like it, there’s more of that.”

“Yeah, that’s what I’m hopin’ for.” Daniel walked her to the side door and out to her car where he stole one more kiss. “Do you want me to stop and pick something up?”

“No,” she said settling into the drivers’ seat. “It’s my treat, I’ll stop.”

“Ok. See you back at the house.” The engine started. “Hey, Kitty?”

“Yes, my love.”

Daniel smiled, that was just what he was thinking. “I love you.”

“I love you too.”

Daniel watched her drive off. He had his own things on his mind and wanted to discuss with his wife having the house all to themselves tonight would be a good thing.

End of Chapter Two of
Tarnished Heroes
An Adult Stargate FanFiction Novel
By
Moon Mistress
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