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

Chapter Eighteen

Come on down to my place, baby
We'll talk about love
Come on down to my place, woman
We'll make love
Hot Child In The City
Nick Gilder

Just after noon on Friday, that flight United Flight 782 took off from Denver International bound for JFK in NYC with Calla, her honors class and her son on board.

Before the plane touched down in New York City, there was a knock on the door of 1 North Cemetery Drive in Greenbrier Colorado. Colleen opened the front door with a shy smile. “Hi, Sandy.” She stepped back to let the young man pass. Sandy was, after all, the bottom-line real reason she didn’t put up a stink about Nick going to New York with their Mother. Yes, it was very important that Mom not be alone right now but, well, Colleen thought some company might be nice too. Nick and Mom thought she was home with the girls and being as sneaky as her Mother that was exactly what she wanted and allowed them to believe. However, that wasn’t what she had in mind at all for tonight.

“Hey, Cole.” Sandy held up the six-pack of Tall Boys he’d brought with him for this momentous occasion.

Colleen shut and locked the front door.

The flight was calm and uneventful, the class steered far clear of the subject of their Professor and her photographs—although most of the class viewed, said images before boarding the flight. The plane landed in NYC just after 9pm New York time. It took another hour and a half and four taxicabs but they arrived at their hotel and checked in.

Opening the door to room 217 Calla noticed that the hotel had not changed her reservation as she’d ask from a one bed room to a two bed room. “Looks like you’ll have to bunk with some of the boys.” She said as they walked into the room.

“Eh, a boy’s never too old to sleep with his mom.” Nicholas told her and tossed his duffle bag down on the floor by the bed.

Calla put her own suitcase down next to it. “Be realistic, Nicholas, there’s no room for both of us.” She said looking at the small sofa in the hotel room. Calla went over to it and removed the cushions. Nope, not a sofa bed. “See?” Her son did not look pleased at her insistence that he sleep somewhere else. “Well, perhaps I’ll sleep on the sofa and you can take the bed.”

“I’ll take the sofa, ma.”

“Don’t be ridiculous!” She chided. “You won’t fit on it.”

Nicholas looked at it; it was more of a love seat than a sofa. “You won’t either. How’s that?” He laughed. “Too small even for a Hobbit like you.”

“Hump,” she huffed. “Do you think we should call Colleen and make sure she’s all right?”

“Aw, Ma, give the girl a break.” Nick grumbled. “She’s fine, I’m fine, you’re fine and wherever he is I’m sure Dad’s fine too. Chill out, will ya?”

There was a loud knock on the door and she opened it to see Tammy Reynolds and several of her classmates standing on the other side. “Hey, Prof.” She smiled and looked past Calla to her son. “Hi, Nick.”

“Hi.” Nick returned with nothing more.

Calla glanced back over her shoulder at her son as if say; what’s wrong with you? Can’t you see she likes you?

“It’s only like seven or something our time and we’re starving. We thought you might like to wander around with us and find something to eat.” She invited. “You too, Nick.” Oh, God he was so handsome and so big! Tammy wondered if he was proportional in every manner. She was really hoping to find out before they got back to Colorado. Wouldn’t that be a night to remember?

It was dark now but Nicholas was here and so were several others, wandering around the city a little bit might be fun. Calla grabbed her purse and her son and headed out the hotel into the warm city night. “Where shall we go?”

“Beats me,” Todd Higgums said, “let’s just walk around until we smell something good.”

“Sounds like a plan.” Tammy returned.

The members of Calla’s honors class wandered the streets of New York City with their professor and her son for about a half an hour before deciding on having their dinner in one of the delis they came across. They crowded into two booths and ate over stuffed sandwiches until they too were overstuffed. Three years Nicholas’ senior, Tammy Reynolds sat next to him and smiled the whole time she was playing with the ends of her short dark hair and batting those pretty brown eyes at him.

It didn’t take a medium to catch the vibes coming off her. She as older, maybe she wouldn’t be as skittish as those high school girls were. Calla watched quietly and pretended not to notice her son was hitting on her student and she was hitting back.

Back home in Greenbrier, Colleen was having just as much luck as Nicholas was in New York. The six-pack of Tallboys half empty on the living room floor and her gray hooded sweatshirt and black bra were in a ball next to them and Sandy’s shirt. Colleen who had never been much past second base was on the verge of hitting her first home run.

“Geez, ma, you ate all it!” Nicholas remarked with surprise as he looked down at her plate. It had contained a turkey club and French fries but now it was almost clean enough to put back in the cabinet.

“I guess I was hungry.” She said. “Are we all ready to go?”

Mumbles and nods came from all around the table. Calla picked up the check for the class and they exited the deli rubbing their bellies and groaning about how good it was how full they were. They walked a small ways down the city street, which was crowded with people on their way to one hot nightclub or another, or perhaps a play and a late supper.

“Hey! Prof!” Todd shouted out. “Isn’t that where your paintings are?” He pointed across the busy street. The sign over there read The Amber Gallery.

“Yes.” Calla agreed. She always shared with the class when she had a big show or when she’d made a sale and they were always happy for her. Suddenly the class was crossing the street with her in the middle of them. “Oh, come on now.” She chided as they crossed. “I’m sure there are much more interesting things in this big city.”

“We wanna see your paintings.”

“Well, they’ve been sold.” She stammered as they reached the sidewalk.

“So?” Tammy asked. “The show isn’t over so they’re still here, aren’t they?”

The policy at most galleries was that art could be sold at any time but it couldn’t be picked up until the show was over. There was no sense in arguing with her class, up and coming artists all, they already knew the paintings were still in the gallery. A swarm of young people descended upon the small but prestigious gallery.

“Good evening,” said the woman behind the reception desk. “Come in and look around.” She invited.

“We’re here to see Professor Calla Jackson’s paintings.” Todd Higgums said in a false high-falootin’ voice.

“Oh, of course!” The woman brightened and stood up. “She’s wonderfully talented, isn’t she? I’ve afraid we’ve only got one of her paintings left for sale.” She came out from behind the small desk and held out her hand. “I’m Gretchen, it’s nice to meet all of you. Where did you come from?”

“Hello, Gretchen.” Calla said softly and took the woman’s hand. “It’s nice to finally meet you.”

“Calla?!” She almost gushed and wrapped her arms around Calla. “Oh my! This is a treat!” She looked past the small woman to the young people beyond her. “Is this your class?”

“Yes, we’re here to visit one of the museums tomorrow. I'm afraid that they insisted on stopping in. I’m very sorry if we’re interrupting you, you must be ready to close for the night.”

“For you, darling, I’ll stay open until dawn!” Gretchen waved her hand in the air for the class to follow her. “This way, this way.”

They followed her through the gallery to the section where Calla’s work was being displayed. “This is what you wanted,” Calla said to the class, “go on get your look and then we’ll leave this poor woman alone. I’m sure she wants to go home.” Branching off in different directions and small groups, the class went on its way.

“Those photographs of you are to die for,” she commented with envy. “If I had your body I’d walk around stark naked twenty-four seven!” Gretchen, a tall woman with dark brown hair and a thick middle, gushed and led Calla over to the Espresso Stop in the gallery. “You simply must let me call Andy and tell him you’re here. He’s absolutely dying to meet you!”

“Please don’t….”

“Oh, darling, he’s only a few blocks from here! He’ll be just enraged if I don’t call him.” She poured a cup of the dark hearty brew and handed it over to Calla. Before she could stop her, Gretchen was walking off toward the phone.

“You ok, Mom?” Nicholas asked as he came up behind her.

“No,” she mumbled.

“They all love your paintings.” He encouraged and put an arm around her shoulders. “I’ll get you outta here before Hartley shows up, how’s that?”

“You’re a good boy.” Calla looked up at him with confused eyes. “Do you know I love you?”

“Yeah, well, I kinda thought maybe ya did.” Nick blushed.

“This is awful.” Calla made a sour face and put the espresso cup down. “Yuck.”

“Yep, you’ll never fit in with these snobs.” Nick sighed.

The class began to gather around her once more full of compliments for her work. Calla was very happy but she wanted to leave. Nick didn’t need a brick to fall on his head. “Let’s go.” He said loudly.

“Calla, please, you can’t go. Andy will be on his way any moment now.”

“I can’t Gretchen, I told you not to call him.” Calla reminded her quietly. “We have to get back; we have an early day tomorrow. Please call Mr. Hartley and tell him that I’ve left for the evening, I will see him tomorrow.” Not that she intended to do that. Calla intended to stand Mr. Hartley up tomorrow night. If that didn’t get her message through then maybe she’d just have to send her son to do it for her.

Leaving the gallery Calla took in a big breath of the night air and exhaled it slowly. Well, that would be why she never went to any of her openings. Looking over her shoulder, she saw that Tammy had caught Nick’s attentions once more. Nicholas was laughing and smiling, soon he was making his way over to her with his head down.

“Ah, Mom?”

“You want to go explore the city with them?” She asked as she craned her neck upward to look at her son.

I should go back to the hotel with her. “Yeah, sort of…”

“Go on. It’s a beautiful night and you’re young, you should go off with them.”

“I dunno maybe. They’re gonna go to a club or something and I….”

“No one is going to check your id, Nicholas.” She told him with a smile. “Go on. Have fun.” Calla stood on her tiptoes to put her hand on his shoulder.

“Aw, ma.” He complained but bent down anyway and accepted the kiss on his cheek.

“Don’t worry, the hotel isn’t far, it’s just down that way, I’ll be fine.”

Nick let out a heavy groan and turned her around. “It’s that way.” He said. “Five blocks and a right, the hotel won’t be far after that.” Nick bent down and whispered. “Why don’t you just zap yourself back?”

“Be a bit suspicious, don’t you think?” She whispered back. “I’ll see you later.” Calla said in louder voice. “All of you, we have to be up and going by 11:30, don’t stay out too late.” More grumbles and nods. Nick watched his Mother walk off alone into the dark city night before taking off with the group of college kids.

Calla did almost as her son instructed while she walked down the busy street. It would have been better if Nicholas had gone with her or if his instructions had been a bit clearer, that might have helped as well. If he’d only said something along the lines of ‘stay on this side of the street, ma’ things might have been different. Under the influence of the tingling between his legs and Tammy’s perfume, Nicholas did neither of those things.

Some times the tiniest unintentional mistakes can land people in the most trouble. Calla strolled the five city blocks and at the sixth, she stopped, remembering they’d crossed the street to get to the gallery and forgetting they crossed it previously to get to the deli. Calla promptly crossed the street and turned left. One extra block and one wrong turn.

In a city like New York, at night, well, can you think of a bigger little error?

On the couch in Greenbrier, two naked virgins struggled with each other and their own doubts about what they were doing. Sandy looked down at the girl beneath him; she was young, hot, soft and ready. Not only that, she was willing too. He laid another beer breath kiss on her and reached down for his jeans. “You sure?” Sandy asked anxiously and took his wallet from his back pocket.

“Yes,” Colleen returned. “I want to make love with you, Sandy.”

Dropping the empty wrapper on the living room floor, Sandy slipped the condom over his hard wanting cock and settled between her waiting legs. “I don’t wanna hurt you.” His tongue parted her lips again; it explored the back of her throat as his hand rubbed his cock between her virgin legs. Sandy pulled away. “You let me know if it hurts,” he said sincerely. “Jesus, Cole,” his free hand ran across her full breasts and down her flat stomach, “you’re so fucking hot.”

Hot virgin blood trickled out of her and onto the gold couch.

Nicholas and Tammy ditched the group soon after Calla left. The liquor stores were closed but Tammy showed him an easy way around that and bought a bottle of Jack & Danny from a bar. Drinking the arm brown liquid from the brown paper bag, they wound their way to Central Park. Tammy couldn’t help thinking how mature he was, especially for someone who was still in high school, normally she wouldn’t even think about having sex with someone so much younger than she was but he was so damn handsome, charming, and kind. He was very kind. Other than putting an arm around her waist, he hadn’t made any bumbling attempts at coming on to her.

Sitting far off the path midway to the top of a small hill she cuddled up next to him and took a drink from the increasingly emptying bottle. “You’re very comfortable.” She remarked.

It wasn’t the first time he’d heard something like that. Plenty of girls liked to lean up against him like this and just sit and hang out. He liked to let them. “Thanks.” Nicholas said and reached for the bottle in her hand. Taking his own drink, he handed it back.

Tammy turned around so that she was facing him. “Kiss me.”

OK. Nicholas leaned down, his dark wavy hair cascading around the two of them and kissed her full anxious lips. The tingling in his lower regions turned into a chubby. Tammy’s hand sough it out instantly and turned it into a full blow hard-on.

“I was hoping for that.” She cooed as she pulled away from him and took off her jacket. Tammy laid it on the ground and then lay on top of it. “Come on, Nick, no one’s around. Come here and fuck me.” Her hands stripped the University of Colorado sweatshirt, her full breasts bounced in the moonlight unhindered by a bra. “It’s ok,” she whispered, “I won’t tell your mom.”

Nicholas still hesitated. She was a lot older than him and obviously more experienced. “Tammy, I…” he shook his head, “I’ve never…”

Her eyes lit up and she sat up. “Never?” She whispered and brought her arms around him to lay him down on the jacket. Was this her lucky night or what? “Don’t worry, Nick, I’ll do all the work. You’ll like it, I promise.”

Somewhere past two in the morning Nicholas found himself with his tongue down Tammy’s’ throat kissing her good night. “Ya know,” she said as she looked up and smiled. “If that really was your first time, you’re a God, Nick. That was incredible.”

“It really was so, yeah, well, maybe I am a God.” Nicholas sighed happily at the double meaning..

“You’re big enough…everywhere.” Tammy kissed him one more time. “I like you Nick, maybe we could do this again when we get back to Colorado?”

Hell yeah. “Maybe. Night Tammy.” He wasn’t sure if he was supposed to thank her or not but thought that it might be a little crass. Instead, he just waited for her to close her door. It was then that Nick remembered his Mother had the key to the hotel room. The hallway was empty, Nick walked through the wall.

The room was dark and he fumbled around for a few moments before realizing he was alone. “Mom?” He whispered in the dark and felt for her form on the bed. It was empty and still made. Nicholas’ drunken fingers turned on the light by the bed. Her handbag wasn’t here; she hadn’t come back from the gallery. “Mom!” Nicholas yelled. “Oh fuck!”

No answer.

Still no reply.

Where the hell is she? Nicholas stormed out of the room to retrace her steps. Jesus Christ, weren’t his directions simple enough? Five fucking blocks and a goddamn right! What was so hard about that? All the way back to the gallery there was no sign of her. OK, gotta think like Mom. We were standing here, I pointed her that way, gave her directions and….. Nicholas began to walk the five blocks and he counted them off as he went. At the fifth, he thought he found where she’d made her mistake and he walked one more block and took a right. He walked and walked asking strangers if they’d seen her and calling for her in head.

Nicholas dialed her cell phone every ten minutes while he walked and zapped himself around New York City and all he got was her voice mail. He tried to contact her with his mind and got nothing but a blank line. Try as he did he couldn’t even peek in on her with his mind and find her that line was also out of commission.

Umpa. Nicholas shook his head and pushed the thought away. No, she was just lost somewhere in this city and he’d find her. Umpa had not come and snatched her away. And even on the off chance that he had, he wouldn’t hurt her. That was the thought he held on to while he looked for her.

There was no sign of her. It was as though she’d just vanished.

While Nicholas heatedly wandered the streets of New York City, Colleen was saying good-bye to Sandy and reminding him that she’d be alone tonight too, she’d like him to come back.

Daniel caught up in the pagan frenzy of wine and women along with rest of SG-1 and thoughts of his wife were the last thing on his mind.

Calla was lost somewhere in the mean streets of New York City.

It seemed like everyone in the Jackson Family had gotten fucked one way or the other tonight.

Dawn broke and Nicholas was just about to call the police to report his Mother missing when he thought he’d give the hotel one last shot. The door to the room was part way open he pushed it and walked inside. There on the bed was his Mother sleeping peacefully. Head to toe she was naked as the day she was born and lying on top of the covers rather than under them. On the chair by the window, her clothes were neatly folded and her shoes lined up beneath them.

That wasn’t like her. Mom just tossed her clothes wherever they landed and picked them up later she never lined up her stupid shoes. She was usually chilly so she certainly didn’t sleep on top of the blankets.

“Mom?” Nicholas whispered as he sat down on the bed and stroked her hair. Gods she was beautiful. Tammy was no slouch but her body didn’t compare to the one naked and sleeping on the bed under him. “Mom, wake up.” He shook her a little but she didn’t wake. “Mom!” At the stern sound of his booming voice, she jumped in a little her in sleep still her eyes didn’t roll open. She mumbled something and he leaned in closer but he couldn’t understand her. From her numb lips slipped the barely recognizable name of his father in brandy soaked breath. There was something else, the strong scent of a man who was not his father and it wasn’t just the guys’ cologne Nick smelled on her. Mom? Step out on Dad? Not bloody fucking likely. “Where the hell have you been?”

The travel clock by the bed said 5:45. She had a few hours to sleep it off. Wherever she’d been and whomever she’d been with, she was here now and she didn’t look any the worse for wear. Not at the moment anyway. Nick reached out and pulled down the blankets on the other side of the bed; he picked up his Mother’s naked body and slid her over to clean sheets. Her skin even felt different from Tammy’s, softer smoother somehow. It made the palms of his hands tingle. He brought the blankets around her and left to sleep it off. Standing by the bed and looking down on her he let out a long deep breath, pulled the shirt over his head and climbed into the bed on the other side.

After all, a boy’s never too old to sleep with his Mom.

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