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

Chapter Thirteen

We are family
I got all my sisters in me
We are family
We Are Family
Sister Sledge

The best laid plans of mice and men often go astray. Such is life. While Daniel intended to further the issues at hand with his wife before he left planet Earth tomorrow, Fate had other ideas. Daniel emerged from his shower fresh and clean, well in body if not mind. Slipping into a pair of faded blue jeans, he walked out onto the deck off their bedroom to take in the mid-morning air. Calla was down in her gardens, she was weeding today. Yanking up small plants that he couldn’t decipher and tossing them out of the garden beds into the wheelbarrow beyond.

A shadow came from around the corner; he followed it to where it began. A little blonde haired girl was running toward Calla. “Auntie Calla! Auntie Calla!” She called out with open arms.

Calla turned around and dropped the small digger. “Amanda!” She called open and opened her arms in return while she rose to greet the little girl calling her name so joyously. “Where did you come from?” She asked and picked up the girl to give her a hug. “Where’s your….Sam!” Calla kissed Amanda’s cheek and settled her down on the grass outside the garden box. (She was wearing shoes). “What are you doing here?” Calla walked out of the garden to greet Samantha.

“Didn’t Daniel tell you?” Sam asked as she embraced the other woman in a soft hug.

“Um, I guess not.” Calla hugged her back. “Oh, it’s so good to see you!”

“You too.” Sam stepped back. “Take your shoes off if you’re going in the garden, Mandy.” She said to her daughter. “I’m surprised Daniel didn’t tell you.” Sam stopped and wondered just what he had said to her. “He did say he’s going off-world, didn’t he?”

“Yes, tomorrow.” Calla agreed and took off the heavy cotton gardening gloves; she tossed them into the wicker basket by the wheelbarrow. “Come on, Mandy, we’ll get some iced tea.” She held out her hand to the little girl.

From the deck above, Daniel watched them walk back toward the house. He went back into his bedroom and tossed a shirt overhead before making his way down stairs.

“The gardens look good, they always do.” Sam complimented nervously.

Two more familiar faces greeted them as they came around the corner of the house toward the front door. “Jack!” Calla cried out happily, she embraced him tight. “Hello, Teal’c, it’s always good to see you.” She smiled and hugged the big man. “I take it, you’re all going tomorrow.” Calla stepped back to look at the three of them. They were all looking very healthy indeed. Fit as fiddles.

“Daniel didn’t tell you?” Jack asked and slung an arm around her shoulders as they continued to the front door.

“Obviously not, sir.” Sam grumbled.

“We’re not at work now, lighten up.” Jack told her and then turned to Calla, “Well, are ya surprised?”

“Not really.” She confided. “I knew you’d get together again one day. I just didn’t realize it was tomorrow.” Swiping her bare feet on the mat, she opened the front door and they all walked inside. “Daniel,” she called out. “We have company.”

“I know,” he said easily as he came out from his office. “I saw them pull up.”

“You said we could have iced tea.” Mandy reminded Calla as she tugged on the sleeve of her Ugly Garden Shirt.

“I did.” Calla agreed. “Anyone else like a glass?” They all agreed they would. “It’s lovely outside today I’ll bring it out to the porch.” Hand in hand, Calla and Mandy made their way through the living room to the kitchen.

“What are all of you doing here?” Daniel asked as he led them to the wrap around porch and south side of the house where there was a big swing and patio furniture along with an outdoor fireplace.

“Just, ya know, wanted to get together and go over something before tomorrow.” Jack explained and took a seat in one of the white wicker chairs at the glass table.

“Just wanted to check up on me and see what’s going on with my family.” Daniel said in an accusatory voice as he smiled and took the seat opposite Jack. “I suppose you told her.”

“Wanted to bring this back too.” Jack said in an almost apologetic tone as he handed over Nicholas Ballard’s old manuscript. “I thought she knew. Why didn’t you tell her?”

“I had other things to do last night, the police were here.” Daniel said in a hushed voice and took back the old book.

“What?” Sam asked as she bent her head in toward the other two and Teal’c joined her.

Before Calla was able to serve the iced tea Daniel was able to get all the way through his tale of Calla, some nude photographs, the murder of Tom Dyer and the new presence of one Antwone Booker and one Andrew Hartley in their lives.

“The police don’t think Callestah did this, do they?” Teal’c asked.

“I don’t think so. I mean, ya know, look at her,” Daniel said and tossed his hand in the direction of the kitchen. “Who would think she could break a full grown mans’ neck?”

“Yea, there’s that,” Jack said and cleared his throat. “We know she can do it. So what do you think, Daniel?”

“She was out with Colleen all day she didn’t do it, Jack.” Daniel shook his head. “No, she didn’t do it.”

“Hey Dad.” Nick’s voice boomed as he came around the corner. “Hi.” He said to those seated around the table. Nick had a handful of pistachios that he was cracking open with his thumb and forefinger and popping into his mouth one by one.

“Nick?” Sam stammered. “Oh, my god! You’re so big!” She stood with a smile and wide arms.

“You remember….”

“Colonel Carter,” Nick said and embraced the blonde woman. “Sure. Good to see you again.” He let her go, said a proper hello to Jack and Teal’c, and went back to munching on the nuts in his over sized hand. “I’m goin’ over to Randy’s; we’re goin’ over to the batting cages.” Nick told Daniel and popped another nut into his mouth. “I’ll be back before supper.”

“Sure.” Daniel didn’t have to ask, it was in Nick’s eyes, he stood outside the door last night. Nick didn’t stop with just listening to the sounds he heard coming through the closed door, no. He’d made one of those peep holes and watched. But for how long and what he’d done in his room later Daniel didn’t know. “I want to talk to you before I go.”

“Yeah. Whatever.” Nick tossed another pistachio into his mouth and walked off in the other direction.

“A little chilly.” Jack remarked.

“Teenagers.” Daniel sighed.

Calla came out of the kitchen door with a tray of iced tea and glasses. She also had fresh fruit in case her guests were hungry. Mandy was off playing in the gardens with Colleen. “So is anyone going to tell me about this grand new adventure or is it Top Secret?” She asked when she’d poured each a glass.

“Well, you know,” Jack said lazily, “we’re just going to check something out.” The iced tea was strong and cold with a hint of mind. Just the way he liked it.

“The four of you?” She cooed. “How stupid do you think I am, General?”

“Not very.” Jack returned and laid out the plan for the next two weeks. The MALP came back with some very interesting readings and pictures of an ancient city. Trouble was it was about four days’ walk from the Stargate to the city but thanks to someone with a lick of intelligence in the government, they now had ATV’s to ride. Really cool one with fuel cells instead of gas. They ran for weeks and weeks without any problem. Therefore, the ride would be about two and a half days to the city.

The MALP took and sent back pictures but the images weren’t all they’d hoped for. They were fuzzy and blurry no matter what the people in the lab tried to do with them. However, it was clear that there was a large walled city and it looked abandoned. No signs of life were sent by the MALP either by picture of technical data. Overall, they were walking into a safe situation at least that was the word back at the base.

Daniel had the chance to make the—literal—Discovery of a Life Time if he unearthed the information as to where the Ancients had gone. Real Meaning of Life Type of Stuff. How could she possibly consider standing in the way of that? She couldn’t and she wouldn’t. Calla always knew this was coming one day. It was why she was always so insistent that he stay out there among the stars. Even after he stepped down Calla made sure Daniel knew that if ever wanted to go back it was all right. It had been she who insisted he stay with the SGC rather than take his own teaching position. Moreover, it was why Jack, Sam and Teal’c had been so fortunate as to keep their youth along with Daniel. Sending people with old bodies out on missions such as this would never do.

“Well,” she said and sipped from the last of the iced tea in her glass. “It seems you’re all set.”

“You’re sure you’re going to be all right while I’m gone?” Daniel asked.

“Would one of you please tell him that I’m a big girl?” Calla pled with those around her. “I’ll be fine. It’s just New York, a mere fifteen hundred miles. I’ll still be a lot closer to home than you will.” She quipped.

“Can’t argue with that.” Sam chimed in. “She is a big girl, Daniel.”

“Thank you.” Calla said sincerely. “Someone has faith in me.”

“I have plenty of faith in you.” Daniel claimed. “I still wish you’d stay home.”

Calla let out a deep sigh and brushed her hair behind her shoulder while she shook her head.

There was a deep guttural sound from behind them as someone cleared their throat. “Prof?”

They all turned to see a young and very large ebony skinned man standing on the porch.

“Can I talk to you, Prof?” Antwone asked.

“Antwone, what are you doing here?” Calla rose from her seat.

“No,” Daniel said and reached for her hand. “Sit down here, Antwone. Join us.”

“Daniel,” she hissed.

“I’d like to talk to the Prof alone. Just for a minute.” He clarified. “If it’s ok with you, Doctor Jackson.”

A public spectacle was something Calla was never appreciative of. “No, go ahead.” Daniel told him and moved out of Callas’ way. She took him around the corner of the porch.

“Who’s that?” Jack asked.

“You heard him, that’s Antwone, the guy who posed naked with my wife.” Daniel muttered.

“Whoa,” Jack said and did a double take at the man escorting Calla to the other side of the porch. He let out an exasperated breath, as all the words running around in his head seemed inappropriate now.

“Yeah, thanks.” Daniel said with a fake smile.

“You let that guy put his hands on your wife?” Jack asked in a low incredulous whisper. “Do you know how much he looks like………”

“I don’t wanna hear it.” Daniel held up his hand to stop Jack from talking. “And no, I didn’t let him, she didn’t tell me about it before she went and did it.”

**

“What do you want?” Calla asked when they were out of earshot.

“You didn’t call me back and after the police came to my house last night I got worried about you.” Antwone explained. “Professor Dyer’s dead.”

“I know the police were here yesterday.” She told him.

“I take it, he knows about the photographs.” Antwone motioned his dark head toward the other side of the porch where Daniel was seated with his friends.

“Yes and he’s not very happy about it.” Calla explained. “Look, what happened to Tom is terrible, it’s criminal and I hope they catch whoever did it. But I didn’t do it. I doubt you did.” She stopped and waited for him to respond. It came in the form of a nod of his dark head. “So get out of here.” She shooed Antwone away. From the corner of her eye she caught Colleen staring at the two of them from the vegetable garden. “We don’t have anything to talk about.”

“What about what they did to the photographs? Don’t you think that’s creepy?” Antwone asked as he bent down to look her in the eye.

Calla stopped in her tracks. “I don’t know what to think about it.” She stammered and began to lead him again. “Maybe they were just there and in the heat of the moment the killer thought it a good idea to rip them up.”

“And destroy the negatives?” Antwone asked. “Something’s up with that, Prof. Sounds personal to me.”

“Who knows what goes through the mind of a criminal?” Calla huffed while still leading him to the front steps, still one eye on her inquisitive daughter. Antwone walked down the four steps to the front yard. Standing on the third step, she was taller than he was and met him eye to eye. “I’m sure it has nothing to do with either of us.” She reassured him. “It’s just a coincidence.”

“If that’s what you think it’s all right with me.” Antwone agreed. “Let me know if the cops come back, ok?”

“Sure.”

“I’m glad you don’t think I had anything to do with this.” Antwone said as he began to walk off toward his old beat up car.

”Why would you harm Professor Dyer?” She asked in genuine surprise. “He was paying you, not much sense in cutting off the hand that helps feed you and your new family, now is there?”

“Prof.” He looked down at his big feet. “I saw him yesterday. I saw them photographs.” He raised his eyes. “You look hot.” Calla didn’t know a black man could show a blush but Antwone did. “’Cept in the ones with both of us.”

This might be her only chance as far as this subject went. Colleen was taking Mandy over to the old tire swing, which was closer to where they were standing than the vegetable garden was. “What’s wrong with them?” She asked quickly.

Antwone didn’t know how to put it. Straight out was usually best in instances like this. “You’re all beat up,” he whispered. “I didn’t see no marks on you Prof but they’re there in the photographs. None of my business I know, but what happened to you? Cuz you look like you was beat within a inch of your life…coupla times.”

Always quick on her feet she just smiled and laid a hand on his shoulder. “Must have been bad film. Or bad lightning.”

“Whatever. I see those shows on Sci-fi and Discovery; weird things can show up on exposed film. He do that to you, Prof?” Antwone tossed his head toward the porch and dropped his deep voice to a low whisperer. “You ain’t gotta take that. I’ll get you outta here.”

For a long moment Calla as speechless. “You’re very kind, Antwone. Your concern for me is touching. My husband would never raise a hand to me.” She assured him. “I don’t know about television shows but I do know it’s possible to get a bad roll of film.”

“Yeah must be.” Antwone didn’t sound convinced but he climbed into the old junker and drove off.

“What was that all about?” Jack asked in a chipper tone as Calla resumed her seat at the table.

“A colleague of mine was murdered in his classroom yesterday,” she explained. “Antwone and I may have been among the last people to see him. The police questioned us yesterday and Antwone just wanted to see how I made out.”

“Did he see the pictures?” Daniel asked before he could stop himself.

Uh-Oh, Danny. Not good. Davy said.

“I don’t know,” she stuttered. “He didn’t say.” Calla stood up and refilled the glasses at the table. She wasn’t looking at anyone and Daniel knew instantly she was lying. Antwone saw the prints.

Looking around and seeing that no one else wanted to step up to the plate and ask the next obvious question—well obvious to someone who didn’t already know the answer anyhow—Jack thought he’d take a crack at it. “What pictures?” He asked and drank from the glass in front of him.

Discreetly leaving out the small detail of being nude, Calla explained how she and Antwone posed for Tom due to a contest he’d been invited to enter. She further told of how the photographs and negatives were destroyed during the course of Tom being killed. Lastly, she spun her tale of the visit from the Colorado State Troopers the evening before.

“That’s quite a story.” Sam exclaimed. “Are you all right? I know my nerves would be shot if that happened to me.”

“It didn’t happen to me, it happened to Tom.” Calla said easily. “I was a bit shaken by it but, really, it has nothing to do with me or Antwone, that’s what I was telling him just now.”

From the eyes staring back at her, it seemed no one truly believed that last bit. Not even Calla. There was no proof of anything and no one had threatened her. All she had was the feeling of someone following her as she left campus Friday night. She’d been drunk so why bother to bring up that inconsequential detail? In fact, until just now, she’d forgotten it herself.

“Why don’t you all stay for dinner?” Calla invited. “Daniel will get the grill going and we’ll have ribs or something.”

It was a beautiful day. No reason not to enjoy it. Everyone agreed they’d love to stay at the Jackson house for the day. The boys gathered around the grill and discussed the situations of Daniel’s family and their up coming mission in more depth. Funny, the subject of David Jackson never entered their conversation.

Sam joined Calla in the kitchen to help with the meal. She peeled potatoes for potato salad while Calla took care of the meat.

Halfway through seasoning the spare ribs and without looking at her Calla asked; “How’s my Father?”

Sam was wondering whether the subject of Ares was going to come up. She knew they’d had a huge falling out and that they no longer spoke to each other but not much more. Ares didn’t want to talk about it and Calla never even mentioned it in her e-mails and phone calls. “He’s…he’s…Ares.” Sam said with a toss of her head. “He’s well. I think he misses you.” She confided carefully. “How did you know I was still seeing him?”

“I can smell him on you.” Calla said and the corners of her lips turned up in just the hint of a smile.

“You still disapprove?” Sam put down the peeler to look at Calla.

“It’s not my place to approve or disapprove of what my Father does.” Calla reminded her. “But now that you mention it, and you’re divorced, I think Jack is more suited to you than Ares.”

“Yeah, there’s that too.” Sam said with a gleam in her eye. Calla looked up and the faint smile turned into a wider one. “I am divorced.” She stammered.

“Good for you.” Calla said happily. “Very good.” She turned the ribs over and seasoned the other side. “You’re still seeing Father. Why?”

Sam had never been faced with the situation of telling a daughter how good her father was in bed. “He has certain….talents.”

“I’m sure he does.” Calla agreed dryly. “Mother thought so. I imagine Enya and the others think so as well.”

“Where is this going?” Sam asked and put the pot on the stove to boil. “I know I’ve never been the only woman in Ares’ life. Why are you even asking about him?”

“Family,” she commented in an absent voice, “the ties that bind and gag.” Calla slathered sauce on the fresh cut ribs. “Would it surprise you to know that I miss him?”

“No, it wouldn’t. He’s your father, you should miss him.” Sam crossed the kitchen to stand next to Calla. “I don’t know what you fought about or what happened but, if you think that there’s any chance it’s something that can be mended then maybe you should try.” She encouraged. “What’s the worst that can happen?”

Calla dropped the sauce brush and covered her mouth while he let out a hearty laugh, her face reddened. “I don’t know,” she said in a high voice as tried to control the laughter, “he’s only the God of War. I suppose nothing major would come of it.”

She’s got a good point. “Ok,” Sam huffed and brushed her hand through her blonde hair. “How about if you tell me what happened. Then maybe I can…”

“Plead my case to my Father?” Calla laughed again as she thought of her own daughter and how Colleen wanted Daniel to do the same. “He knows where I am if he wants me.” Calla picked up the pan of ribs and brought them out to the porch.

Sam followed her outside. “Calla, wait.” Calla stopped and turned around waiting for Sam to continue. With the story of the newly arisen drama dancing her head she continued. “If there’s something, anything, you want to talk about,” her voice and head dropped a bit, “you know, something you don’t want Daniel to know. You can talk to me, it’s ok, I won’t tell him anything.”

Where was all this concern coming from today? Was she radiating the fact that she had a heavy problem on her mind? She was trying not to. “I try not to keep secrets from my husband it only gets me into trouble.” That was true enough to pass. Daniel had heard all he needed and wanted to last night after he came to bed. Calla gave a grin and shrugged her shoulders. “Thank you for the offer.” She continued down the porch to the side yard where the grill and the boys were waiting.

Daniel was fussing with the grill when Teal’c came over to see if he could assist. “What happened to your hand?” He asked Daniel as he took in the burn mark.

Think fast. “I burned it taking something out of the oven.”

“You cook?” Jack asked. “Hey, wasn’t there a barn over there?” Jack pointed past the wild flower garden.

“Sure was,” Daniel agreed. “Still there, can’t you see it? It’s on the ground.”

“What happened?”

“Calla and Ares. They flattened it during their blow out.”

“Really?” Jack asked and giggled. “Damn, I missed that. Hey, what blow out? What’d they fight over?”

Calla had heard enough. “Is the grill hot?” She asked as she brought the tray of prepared ribs, hamburgers and hot dogs over to him. “The potato salad will be ready in a while.”

Daniel took the tray from her and put it down on the side tray of the grill. “We were just talking about your father.”

“Hum, so were we.” Sam said and sat down in one of the hard plastic patio chairs under the umbrella.

“Popular, even when he’s not around, isn’t he?” Calla quipped and looked up to the sky. “The sun has past the yardarm.” She said happily and walked off toward the house once more. When she returned, she had with her two bottles of wine, several glasses, and a six-pack of beer. Daniel looked down at his watch and noted the sun was barely past the yardarm at 1:30pm.

“Mommy! Mommy!” Both Calla and Sam looked up at the sound of the little girl’s voice.

“What?” Both women asked at the same time.

“Sorry. Habit.” Calla said as Amanda came trotting up the porch.

“What’s up sweet pea?” Sam asked and took her daughter onto her lap.

“Coley says they have movies, can I watch one?”

Sam looked up at Colleen. “You must have something to do today, other than watch Mandy.”

“Not really.” That wasn’t altogether true. She was going to go over to Golden Springs with Terry today in search of the elusive prom gown. Nicky had his snit last night—they’d talked this morning and Nick did his best to smooth things over with her, he seemed sorry and asked her not tell mom what he’d done. She agreed to keep her mouth shut for now. That big black guy showed up here a little while ago, that didn’t set well with Mom or Dad. All of his old team was assembled here in their yard. Some thing big was going down and she wanted to stay close to home and see what she could see and hear what she could hear. “We still have movies from when Nicky and I were kids. I’ll make sure it’s something suitable.” Colleen said. “Come on, Mandy, they’ll tell us when the food is ready.”

Sam leaned over to Calla as the two walked away. “Colleen’s so beautiful, Calla.” She said softly. “And Nick, he’s so big and he looks so much like his grandfather, I can’t believe it.”

“Yes, we are very fortunate.” Calla agreed. “Don’t say anything to him about his size; he’s very sensitive about it.”

The rest of the day into late evening passed by as any other family picnic might, with lots of laughter, food, good company and drink. Talk of Ares and the murder of Tom Dyer gave way to updates on children and colleges they were going to attend. Things of a happier nature than SG-1’s impending departure.

After the members of SG-1 left, Daniel retired to his office and continued working on the black tablet. Calla went up to her attic to paint for a while and Colleen lazed around in the basement with a bowl of popcorn and a few good DVDs.

Sometime around 10 o’clock, Nicholas finally returned from the batting cages. He tried to sneak past his father and up the stairs but Daniel didn’t let him.

“Come in here I want to talk to you.”

Nick plopped his big frame into one of the leather chairs across from Daniel’s desk. “What’s up dad?”

Where to start? There were many things he wanted to talk to Nicholas about but at the top of the list was his mother’s trip to New York. “I know you have this big ball game and your mother doesn’t want you to miss it while we’re gone.” Daniel began. “Do you think you could just sort of keep an eye on her while she’s there?”

At his father’s words, Nicholas went from your average crabby teenager with a bad attitude to royally pissed off. “You want me to spy on my Mother? Nice Dad, real nice.”

“No, not, spy on her,” he stumbled, “just look out for her while I’m gone, all right? I know you can kinda just….”

“Use my powers to peek in on her? Yeah, sure I can.” Nick agreed. “Look, Dad, don’t worry about Mom, ok? If she needs me while you’re gone, all she has to do is say my name and I’ll be there before she can finish it.” He already had his own plan where his mother and her trip were concerned. Daniel was leaving tomorrow and that left Calla with four days alone. Four days to get closer and closer to the edge. Nick was betting that by the time Friday rolled around and he suggested that he go along just for Friday, assuring her that he’d zap himself back to Colorado in time for his baseball game; she’d be all in favor of it even if it did mean leaving Coley alone for the night. When he zapped himself back to New York after the game, she’d be just as happy to see him rather than tell him to go home. Dad never understood that sometimes you had to let mom hang her toes over that edge or spiral down a little bit before she came to her senses and accepted the help being offered.

Colleen was already half-way on board with his plan even after the other night. She’d like the opportunity to have the house all to herself for a change. Maybe have some of those fruity girlfriends of hers over and do hair and nails and make-up, talk about the guys in class and, well, pig out and be the slobs he already knew girls were when the boys weren’t around. Yeah, she’d like that. His baby sister was a big girl; Colleen could take care of herself. And just to be absolutely sure of that little fact, he’d pop in and see her after the game and before going back to New York.

“All right let’s cut through the bullshit, shall we?” Daniel asked. “You’re pissed off at me and I don’t know why. So why don’t you tell me what is it you think I did?” Nicholas cocked his large wavy head to the side but didn’t answer. “It’s not like I’m asking you to do anything extraordinary, after all it wouldn’t be the first time you’ve spied on her, would it Nick?”

“I don’t have to answer to you.” Nicholas protested darkly as he rose to his feet.

He was too much like his Grandfather for his own good. “Oh yes you do. I’m still your father and I know what you did last night, I know you were watching us. I want an explanation.”

Nick’s large mitts landed heavily on the desktop as he leaned in close to Daniel. “So do I. Got one?”

“What happens between your mother and me is just that, between us, it has nothing to do with you so don’t try to intimidate me.” Daniel warned he could almost smell the adrenalin and testosterone coming from his son. Nicholas was just itching for a fight. “I’m not one of your friends.”

“You’re not Immortal either….Dad.” He cracked. “Just tell me one thing, did you do that her because of what I told you?” Nicholas leaned in closer, so close, he could feel the breath exhaling from Daniel’s lungs and covering his face. “Gonna do it again tonight?”

“Maybe. You gonna watch?” Daniel shot back without flinching. How much of last night had been set into motion because of what Nick told him, Daniel wasn’t sure. But certainly some of it was attributable to that.

“Maybe,” Nick cocked a smile and waited for a response. Much to Nicholas’ surprise, Dad still was not backing down.

“You do it again and we’ll have more than words…Son.” Daniel threatened. “Am I getting through to you? What you did was wrong.”

“And what you did was right?” Nicholas eased his big body to a fully erect position and took his hands off the desk. “Whatever. I’ll take care of Mom and Colleen. You don’t got nothing to worry about, just go off and do whatever it is you really do.”

“I don’t know what you think I did or what you think you saw, Nick, but I did not hurt your mother.”

“Really? That’s not what I heard…Master Daniel.” Nick stormed off.

That was the last time Daniel Jackson saw his son before he went off world. Nick was up before the sun the next day and out of the house before any of them.

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