Tarnished Heroes Chapter Nineteen Want some whiskey in your water? Mama Told Me Not To Come Saturday Morning NYC “Ares?” She whispered in a frightened voice. Even the low murmur of her voice made her head pound. Where had she been last night? Where was she now? Quietly pulling away from the warm fuzzy flesh her bleary eyes focused on the face of her son. Calla exhaled a sigh of relief. Then realized she wasn’t wearing any clothes. Nicholas, however, still had his blue jeans on. Confused and in terrible shape, she hid her eyes from the sunlight as she made her way to the bathroom and stumbled into a cold shower without a word to her son. Several times she dry heaved as she tried to clean and raise herself. They had to be at the museum in less than an hour. She was starving but that flip-flopping stomach probably wasn’t going to let her hold anything down. Why did she feel so awful this morning? Maybe there was something wrong with the sandwich she’d eaten at the deli. Why was Nicholas holding her in his arms through the night? That question didn’t seem so easily answered. “Where were you last night?” Nicholas, still shirtless, blocked her exit from the bathroom. “Who were you with?” Callas’ eyes squinted and she raised a shushing finger to her lips. Almost painfully, she finished wrapping the hotel towel around her torso. “Got a hangover?” Nicholas asked in a louder voice. “Please, shush, stop it.” Her little body cringed and she seemed to pull inward as the finger at her lips moved to her forehead. “Why did I wake naked in my sons’ arms?” “Because that’s the way I found you, naked.” Nicholas shot at her, wounded by the implication in his Mother’s question. “Where were you last night, Mom? I came back here and you weren’t here. I looked all over this damn city for you, just as I was about to call the cops I found you passed out, naked, on the bed.” “What…..?” Her voice trailed off as she tried to recall last night, they’d gone to the deli, the gallery, and then she’d walked back to the hotel. Nicholas went off with her students….well with Tammy anyway. She seemed to remember something. “I got lost.” Calla said looking up at him. “I must have wandered around for hours.” “You got lost?” That he believed. “I called for you, why didn’t you answer me?” “I didn’t hear my cell….” “Not just the freakin’ cell phone! I called for you.” He pointed to his own head. “I’m sorry, Nicholas. I didn’t hear you. You know how I get sometimes…” “Just why I didn’t want you wandering around by yourself.” He scolded his Mother. “You should have let me walk you back.” “Then you would have missed out on Tammy’s company.” Calla smiled weakly at him. Turning the corners of her mouth upward strained her already pounding temples. Now that she was more awake, she could smell the pretty brunette all over him. “I take it you enjoyed that company very much. Don’t worry about your old Mother, I’m fine, see.” She held out her hands and turned around. “You have a game to play and I have to get my class to the museum in half an hour.” “Mom…” “I’m the parent, Nicholas.” She reminded him. “I’m sorry I worried you. Thank you for taking care of me now come give your old Mother a hug and forgive her?” “Who were you with?” He wanted to know before he gave in to her request. “You don’t know, do you?” Nicholas asked. “Do you know how you got back here?” Calla shook her head. “Do you know you were drunk?” Another shake of her head. Nicholas bent deeply at the knees to look her in the eye. He wanted to inquire as to the identity of the man who’d kept her company last night but he was afraid she really didn’t know anything about it. Maybe Mom was closer to the Deep End than he thought. “I know you miss Dad and the whole freakin’ world has gone ape-shit right now but you can’t go wandering off like that not in a city like this. I know I’m the kid and you’re the Mom but would you please just listen to me on this one?” Nicholas reached out and scooped her off her feet in the same Ares always used to do. As he did so, the loosely wrapped towel fell away and he held her bare body to his bare chest. “I’m glad you’re all right, Mom.” Although he wasn’t altogether sure that she was all right, breathing deeply of her scent and not wanting to let go Nicholas hugged her tight. “You scared me.” “I won’t do it again.” She promised and kissed his cheek. “Now put the old lady down.” Nicholas softly settled her back on her feet, he bent down picked up the towel and handed it to her. “Good luck or break a leg or whatever.” Calla smiled at him. Her son was so very handsome and kind, he looked more and more like his Grandfather with each passing day. “Thanks. Look, Mom, just promise me you’ll go to the museum and you’ll come right back here.” “I’ll see you tomorrow afternoon. Take care of your sister for me.” “I will.” If I have my way you’ll be seeing me tonight. “Now promise me.” “Why does everyone think I’m incapable?” “Gee, I dunno.” Nicholas tossed his head and folded his arms across his chest. “I Love you, Mom.” “I love you too.” “Don’t go far.” “I’ll do my best.” Calla told her son. Nicholas waved his hands in the air and zapped himself back to Greenbrier. Holding the towel around her, she picked up her cell phone. 20 missed calls and 7 unheard messages…all from Nicholas. Maybe one of her green pills would help clear her head and settle her stomach. Sure it would. Saturday Off World Daniel woke in much the same condition as his wife a trillion miles away. His head pounded and his mouth felt like it had been stuffed with cotton. He wanted to attempt to sit up but something was weighing him down, something warm, soft, and slightly funky on both sides of him. Those some things turned out to be two very pretty and very naked women who had him sandwiched in between them like the filling in an Oreo cookie. Both women had long dark hair, dark complexions, and although he couldn’t see them yet, Daniel was sure they both had brown eyes. Looking down he noted that he was just as naked as they were. Like his son, his cock was still half-stiff and sticky. Strangely enough, not one single thought for his wife entered his mind. There was no sunlight down here in his room but above him, he heard the sound of the gong calling the people back to the party. The women in bed next to him stirred and woke to its call. “Come on, Daniel, it’s time to eat and drink.” The one on his right told him and kissed his lips. Without waiting for him, they slithered out of the bed and his room on their way back to the nightly orgy and a new conquest. Still trying to get his bearings and understand what he’d done the night before Daniel put on his fatigues—forgetting his shirt and boots-- and knocked on the door next to his. “Jack, you in there?” The General’s room was empty they were already outside and getting down. None of them seemed very interested in leaving here. Making his way back outside Daniel saw the people gathered below again in various stages of dress but none of them were engaging in sex. They were all mulling about on the green drinking heavily, eating heartily, and waiting. Lord Bacchus had yet to arrive for the nights events and Daniel wondered where he was. Looking around he couldn’t see Jack, Sam, or Teal’c in the crowd either. His tongue worked in his mouth trying to find even a small amount of saliva but the cotton wad was stuck in his mouth and clinging to the back of his throat. “Daniel,” said one of the brunettes he’d spent the night with, she was holding out a chalice of the dark red wine to him. There was something wrong with that wine he was sure of it but he was so thirsty and it was cold, he could tell because the chalice was sweating. Just a taste to slake his horrendous thirst, that’s all. Just one sip. Before he knew it, Daniel was in the crowd and on his third chalice. Once more eating, drinking and dancing. All thoughts of Calla, the kids, home and whatever guilt he might otherwise have been feeling swept away, replaced by drunken desire. He came upon Sam and Jack—both naked from the waist down. Sam’s breasts were full and round and she had cute pink nipples, Daniel wanted to tweak them. Maybe before the night was over Jack would share her with him, after all the three of them had been friends for a very long time. Maybe it was time they became a bit more than that. Teal’c was otherwise engaged with several young women. By the time Lord Bacchus made his entrance surrounded by seventeen very beautiful young women clothed in nothing more than layers of white gauze, Daniel Jackson didn’t even remember his wife or the way they made love or how much she trusted him not to do this very thing. Before he left, she’d told him there would be many beautiful women who would throw themselves at his feet and he thought that was just a lark. Here he was and here they were hundreds of them. Calla was so very far away, so far in fact that she wasn’t even a distant memory. The night of the Blood Moon was upon them and Lord Bacchus was about to lead his followers into the pagan ritual of celebration and whip those gathered into a frenzy, which would last, unhindered and go unabated for the next four days. The women descended the stairs in an orchestrated parade. The women at the front of the line went down all the steps and then sat on the very first one, one step, one woman, all the way up to Lord Bacchus’ throne. Their heads adorned with wreaths of rosemary, lavender and babies’ breath. Slowly down the steps the man went, touching upon the heads of five maidens who stood up one by one and made their way behind his throne. “Where are our new friends?” He asked. The four members of SG-1 stepped to the fore of the crowd. “Ah, there you are. Daniel, come here.” With a drunken saunter, Daniel made his way up the granite steps. “Take 5,” Bacchus invited and waved his hand toward the waiting women on the steps. “Any 5 you like. My gift.” Five, huh? The two last night were sweet and he’d like to take a shot at a few more. Just as he saw Lord Bacchus do, Daniel went down the steps one by and one and laid a soft hand upon the head of each woman he wanted to share his bed tonight. Each one was tall, with long dark hair and deep brown eyes. Yes, in her own way, each one looked like Sha’re. “Good choices!” Bacchus complimented and pointed off to the side. “Where is the Jaffa?” Teal’cs turn. He was allowed to pick four. Teal’c liked variety, he picked two blonde, a brunette and a redhead for good measure. The small group came and stood on the other side of Daniel and his small harem. “General…the rest are yours.” The three remaining ladies stood up and went to Jack’s side. “What about me?” Sam asked as she looked around. “Oh my dear Samantha, I haven’t forgotten you.” Lord Bacchus slowly descended the steps to where she was. “You may choose any and all men from the crowd who tickle your fancy OR you can come to my bed.” Bacchus leaned in close to her. “Believe me, I put Ares to shame.” He raised a hopeful eyebrow. “Your bed looks a little crowded tonight.” Sam returned and looked upward at the five women waiting for him to come back to them. “Oh, them.” He sighed. “They will pleasure you all night and all day for the next four days.” “And you?” “Will be right behind them.” Bacchus smiled a wicked little grin. Sam reached out and took his arm. Daniel, Jack and Teal’c were not about to be as fortunate as Samantha. She would spend the next four blissful days in Bacchus’ bed without a thought for her teammates or home. When the sun set tomorrow Daniel, Jack and Teal’c would no longer be behind these walls. There was a young Goddess back on Earth, one who had yet to lie willingly in the bed of a God. Reason enough to return if Bacchus ever heard one. Besides, they didn't call it a Blood Moon for nothing. Medea expected her sacrifice tomorrow night, her payment for leaving his followers alone the rest of the year. Bacchus was going to see to it that she got it in spades this year. On another upside, he didn’t have to pick any of his own to leave the gates and his followers would be most pleased at not losing any of their own number. Saturday Greenbrier, Colorado Nick appeared in the living room with no warning. Colleen was busily scrubbing a set-in bloodstain on the couch. “What the fu….” Nick growled at his sister. “What’d you do?” He grabbed her wrist and pulled Colleen to her feet. She’d showered already, smart girl. Still Sandy’s scent hung in the room like cheap perfume. “You little slut!” “Nicky let go.” Colleen wriggled and pushed at him trying to get out of his hold. “Let go!” She screamed and bit his wrist. “Ow! Bitch!” Nicholas cocked his hand back. “Go on, I dare ya!” She stuck her cheek out for him. “Go on, big brother. Right here.” She pointed to her cheek. Nick mumbled something she didn’t understand and lowered his hand. “You got some nerve calling me a slut. What’s that I smell on YOU?” She rubbed her sore wrist and looked at the stain on the cushion. “I wasn’t the only one getting lucky last night.” “You weren’t the one babysittin’ Mom either,” he growled. “Fuckin’ Sandy? Of all people. I gotta play ball with him today and guys talk, Cole.” “Not Sandy,” she said defiantly. “He wouldn’t do that to me, he loves me.” “Love? Oh Christ, gimmie a break. Clean that up.” He pointed at the couch and disappeared from the living room into a hot shower and his uniform. The game was in two hours and it was almost an hour just to get there. Driving that was. Zapping himself there didn’t seem like the right option, they’d all be expecting to see his hot rod. Nick made a quick stop in his parents’ bedroom. The little gold box and its meager contents were missing. Mom had it with her in New York. He’d find it when he got back there tonight and see how many were left. Maybe she was strung out on those last night. He looked down at his watch; right now, she was in the middle of group twenty or so people looking around the New York Museum of Art and she’d be there, nice and safe, for the next three hours. Good enough. The game might take that long but he’d back in New York soon after she got back to the room. Dressed in the crisp blue and white uniform he made his way through the living room again. “If you know what’s good for you Colleen Marie, you won’t have him back in this house tonight.” Nicholas warned as though he were her father. “I mean it.” He took off for the state semi-finals in Golden Springs. The game went off without a hitch and Nick’s team won by a score of 10-4. He hit two homeruns, the last one with bases loaded and his team advanced to the final round for the State Championship. Hot and sweaty in the locker room he stumbled off to the showers. Big as he was, the steam was so thick it was hard to see him and as a result, Nicholas’ teammates were unaware of his presence. “Man, I’m tellin’ ya she was fuckin hot and ready,” a voice bragged through the steam. “I fucked that bitch good, up and down.” The sound of slapping palms was heard over the jets of water. That was Sandy’s and he was talking about Colleen. “I wonder if the mother’s as good, huh? She’s a pretty sweet slice of meat.” That was Jerry, the one who said Calla was a babe. “Yeah, man. You see them pictures, oh man, fuck me. That is definitely one hot mother fuckin’ MILF!” Sandy agreed. “How’d you like to have both of ‘em?” Jerry goaded. “Now you’re talkin’, got the fresh one on my cock and the mom ridin’ on my face….” The sudden force of the hand around his throat took him by sheer and utter surprise, Sandy’s head connected with the tile below the hot jets. “Shut the fuck up you stupid mother fucker.” Nicholas said as he held the small boy four inches off the ground by his neck. “That’s my sister and my mother you’re talking about.” Through the stars swimming behind his eyes and the blistering shock of it all, Sandy’s hands wrapped around Nick’s and tried in vain to pry him off or at least make him ease his grip. “Nick,” Jerry stammered, “didn’t see ya there, big guy.” “No fucking shit.” Nick spat. “Drop ‘im, Nick, we didn’t mean nothin’ by it.” Jerry said calmly. “Just put ‘im down.” “Why the fuck should I?” He asked looking at Jerry and then turned his eyes to Sandy. “You fucked my sister just so you could tell everyone about it?” The back of Sandy’s head connected with the tile once more. “Huh!?” “No,” Sandy croaked as the air in his lungs subsided and a large knot took up residence on the back of his head. “You stay the fuck away from my sister….” He looked from one to the other, “AND my mother. You got that?” “No problem,” Sandy groaned as he fought for the last bit of air he could get. “You?” “Yeah, no problem, Nick.” Jerry told him. Sandy hit the shower floor. Sputtering and coughing he backed into the corner. “What the fuck is wrong with you?” He rasped. “It’s just locker room talk.” “Not when it’s about my family it isn’t. Stay away. Both of you.” “Or what?” Jerry dared. “Or next time I’ll snap your twig neck and dump your sorry ass in the Colorado River.” Nick walked out of the shower room. With the exception of the very beginning, the tour of the museum went pretty much as expected. The class oohed and ahhed over many interesting items. When they first arrived however, they did so to a group of reporters. The New York Times, the Daily News, the New Yorker and New York Magazine were all there as was Channels 9 and 11. It seemed word had leaked out about her trip to the very public museum and they were waiting for her on the steps. They descended like hounds from hell, each one shoving a microphone into her face while flashes on cameras went off and videographers taped her for the evening news. At first the class didn’t know what to make of all the hullabaloo. Not wanting to be in their favorite professors’ way or steal her spotlight, they hung off and watched for a while. It soon became apparent to all that the Prof wasn’t dealing well with the press. “Please, I don’t have anything to say. My class and I are just here to tour the museum.” Calla told them and tried to push past. “Professor Jackson, will confirm that it is you in the photographs Thomas Dyer took and which are viewable on the Nation Academy of Photography’s Web Site?” Asked one reported. That was the rumor, but she’d never said ‘yes’ or ‘no’ to it. All they had was a copy of the release she’d signed. Still, it didn’t take a genius to figure out it was she in those photographs. “No, please, I don’t have any comment.” “Do you know the Internet vote has your photographs ahead of the others in all categories?” Asked another. “What?” Calla gasped. “What about the murders of the photographer and the model who posed with you?” Asked another. “Do you think they’re connected? Are you a suspect?” “I….I…” “We heard you’ve been linked with Andrew Hartley, any romantic involvement there?” Asked one more. “That’s enough.” Todd Higgums growled and pushed his way through the crowd of reporters. They pushed back. Voices shouting, cameras flashing, people pushing, and Calla became totally lost in all of it. A deer trapped in the headlights of an oncoming car. “Vultures, all of you, just vultures,” scolded a man with a British accent. “Can’t you see you’re frightenin’ the poor thing? Get away.” Hartley demanded and shooed at them with the walking stick he was carrying. “Get, scat, shoo.” “Mr. Hartley,” the reporters and attention turned to him. “Mr. Hartley…” “Get her inside,” Hartley muttered to Todd as the swarm descended on him. “Yes, yes,” he said in a loud voice as he addressed the media, “you’ve all got questions for the lovely Professor Jackson but she’s here to see the museum not to gab with you.” From the corner of his eye, he saw the big burly young man escorting the small woman away from the crowd. Hartley kept and maintained the attention of the media until Calla was safely inside the building. “While I wouldn’t mind being romantically linked with the beautiful and talented Professor, really, this is the first time I’ve laid eyes on her.” “You ok, Prof?” Todd asked. “Jeez, that was a freakin’ mad house.” “Professor Jackson,” the curator said softly. “I’m so sorry about that, they just showed up here with no warning. Let me get you a cup of tea.” The older slightly balding man led her off to his office and a pot of fresh orange pekoe. “They can be just dreadful. I don’t know how they found out you were coming here, I certainly didn’t tell them.” He handed her a pretty china cup on a delicate matching saucer. It jumped and tittered in her hand. “Why don’t we just put it down?” He moved her hands and the cup to the table next to her. “There. I really am so sorry about that.” “It’s all right, it’s not your fault.” Her heart was beating like a hummingbirds’ and she couldn’t stop her hands from shaking. “May I use your ladies room, please?” “Certainly, it’s right down the hall.” He pointed the way for her. Calla walked past the class still gathered outside the office waiting for her and down the hall. Fishing around in her purse she seized upon the little gold box, opened it and downed one little green pill. One of each was all that was left in it now. Using her hands as a cup to gather the water from the sink she swallowed the pill and wished she were anywhere but here. “That was an experience, wasn’t it, love?” Hartley asked as she emerged from the ladies room. “Everything all right?” “Yes, thank you Mr. Hartley.” “Not a problem, love. Glad to help.” He winked at her. “They really can be quite nasty.” “Why are you here?” She asked as her heart began to slow down and her breathing came back to normal. “I thought we weren’t meeting until dinner.” “I confess,” he looked at her shyly, “I wanted to say a quick ‘hello’ before that. I just couldn’t wait, you’ll forgive me, won’t you, love?” “After your display of chivalry and coming to my rescue, yes Mr. Hartley, I believe I will forgive that minor indiscretion.” “Andy, dahling, we agreed, remember?” He held a very nicely manicured hand out to her. “Yes, Andy and I’m Calla.” She held out her hand to him. “After talking with you so much on the phone, it’s nice to finally meet you.” Andy wasn’t at all what she’d expected, which was so overweight, short, maybe balding middle-aged hippie. No, Andy was tall and a bit on the thin side, he had wonderful hazel eyes and long blond hair that he kept back in a ponytail. His clothes were immaculate from the Armani jacket and slacks to the black overcoat and walking stick. In a very strange way Andy reminded her of Eros when he was still her loving brother. “Same here love.” In a very European manner, he brought her hand up to his face and brushed his lips across it. “Believe me when I tell you; I’m charmed.” Andrew told her with a sweet smile. “I should let you go to your class. I’ll see you again tonight.” “Yes, tonight.” It was just too bad that Nicholas has such an important to game to attend. If was here he would recognize Andrew Hartley’s scent as being the same one which was all over his Mother just last night. Nicholas wasn’t here and from the look in her eye it was clear to Andy she didn’t remember a thing—Rohypnol has that wonderfully blessed affect on women. As far as Calla was concerned, they were meeting for the very first time. “Until then.” Andrew gave a little wave and a little bow and walked away. Silently descending the steps past the maggot reporters and cameramen, Andy climbed into his private chauffer driven stretch and pulled away from the museum. Yes he certainly did intend to be ‘romantically linked’ with the intriguing Professor Calla Jackson. And why not? He’d waited a long time for this and his patience was about to pay off. Yes, ever since Andrew Hartley saw Callas’ picture on the Internet—no, no ,no, not the ones which went up just yesterday, but those which appeared about eighteen years ago on web site with a very brief life; calliendanny.com. Back then, Andrew Hartley had been nothing more than a brash teenager from the wrong side of the London tracks. Andy purchased and saved each and every one of those hot files. When .AVI gave way to .WPEG and then to .POC, he’d upgraded each file so they were never lost and they were always ready when he was waxing nostalgic. Over all those years, he’d grown up, become a man, made his fortune and his name and she hadn’t changed one bit. Gazing at her just a few minutes ago, it was almost as though those years never passed at all. She looked exactly the same as she did on his computer screen. Calla didn’t know what to expect on their tour of the museum; perhaps she half expected to come upon the ghosts of Daniel’s parents and that they would tell her to leave their son alone. That didn’t happen. Not exactly. The room in which Daniel’s parents were crushed to death was next to last on the tour. The curator already knew the story of Daniel and the accident he was kind enough not to mention it. Walking into the big display room with the large windows facing the street she thought she saw, just for an instant and out of the corner of her eye, a very young Danny standing by the windows. She almost went over to him before realizing she could see through him. He smiled and waved at her as if he knew her, blew her a kiss and then disappeared. Maybe it was some psychic impression he’d left in the room, or maybe it was just the Valium swimming in her head and he hadn’t been there at all. She couldn’t say for sure. All she did know was that seeing him made her realize how much she missed him and wanted Daniel to come home. She didn’t want to be here anymore. When the three-hour tour of the museum was over, Todd and some of the others boys checked the exits before they left. Some of those damn reporters were still hanging around. They ushered her out the back door while the majority of the class departed through the front thereby throwing off the vultures and getting her quickly and safely into a cab back to the hotel. The media were not happy at being duped so easily and tried to question the class as they made their way down the steps. What did they think of their teacher? Had they seen the photographs? Had they ever seen Andrew Hartley in Greenbrier, Colorado? “Jesus Christ, did you see all that?” Todd muttered to his friend and classmate Jake as they finally came out of the cacophony. “I don’t believe them!” Jake turned around to glare at the small crowd of reporters. “Assholes!” He shouted at them. “Yeah and I thought this was just big-doin’s at home.” “Looks like its nationwide, my friend. Our little Prof, she’s famous.” Todd said with a smile. “You mean infamous, don’t you?” Jake cracked. “Yeah, well. What do ya wanna do now?” “I dunno, I’m….” “Yeah, hungry, always. Me too.” “Wouldn’t mind getting’ stoned.” Jake suggested. “I could use a fattie.” “After that? Me too.” Todd agreed. “Let’s grab something to eat and roll up a big spliff. That was….hell man, I don’t know what that was!” “Me either.” Tammy said as she and more classmates caught up to them. “Hey, anybody seen Nick?” “No, the Prof said something about him visiting relatives but he might be back later. Too bad he wasn’t here for that!” Todd said. “What a fuckin’ zoo.” “Wanna get stuffed n stoned?” Jake asked her. “What kind of stuffing, big guy?” Tammy teased. “Food, you twit.” Todd told her. “Like any guy ‘cept someone as naive as Nick would stuff you.” “You want it, you know it!” Tammy teased and put one arm around each of their waists. “Huh! I’ve had it.” Todd reminded her. “I’ve already seen it so…no biggie.” Jake chimed in with a roll of his eyes. “Jerks!” They walked off to find the nearest restaurant or deli and closest private place to get stoned after. End of Chapter Nineteen of
A Daniel Jackson
Stargate SG-1
Adult FanFiction Series
By
Moon Mistress
a/k/a Lisa Beth Darling
Sugar in your tea?
What's all these crazy questions they're askin' me?
This is the craziest party that could ever be
Don't turn on the lights 'cause I don't wanna see
Performed by Three Dog Night
Words & Music by Randy Newman
Calla woke with several odd things; a frightful headache. A mouth that felt as though it were stuffed with cotton. A stomach that she would have sworn entered some type of bowling competition without her consent. A broad hairy chest pressed up her cheek and two arms the size of small trees wrapped around her holding her close to a steady heartbeat.
Tarnished Heroes
An Adult Stargate FanFiction Novel
By
Moon Mistress
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