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emma-m-black · 1 month ago

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Through the Mirror - Chapter One

Stargate SG1 - Daniel Jackson/OC FanFic Romance w/ a Jack O'Neill/OC Found Family plot.

I've had this idea rattling around in my head since I started rewatching. So thought I would get the first chapter out here and see what people thought of the idea. I figure it will be a longer fic, as I want a bit of a slow burn.

Plot: What if in Season 3 Episode 6: Point of View, a third person came through the mirror. Amelia Brown, Step Daughter of Doctor Carter and real Daughter of Jack O'Neill. However after watching the events of her father being killed as he helped them to escape, Amelia struggles with the reality of going back to the place where both her biological parents are dead, and instead intends to accept the offer of staying in an alternate reality to her own.

Rating: Teen/Mature ish.... I don't have much written yet so I'm undecided if it will get spicy at any point, but I have to imagine that the fan base for this franchise is probably past the age of 18 by now haha.

Chapter One

Amelia sat stiffly on the hard medical bed, her legs dangling over it’s edge, the sterile chill of the infirmary gnawing at her nerves. Across the room, Sam paced relentlessly, her long blonde hair swaying like a pendulum with each step. The sharp tap of her boots against the tile floor only added to the tension thickening the air.

“Sam, please,” Amelia said, her voice strained with both exhaustion and worry. “Just sit down.”

“Yeah, you’re making even me nervous,” Kawalsky muttered, shooting a weary look at Sam as he shifted on the bed opposite Amelia. His tone was casual, but his jaw tightened in a way that belied his unease.

Before anyone could respond, the infirmary doors swung open. A group of Airmen filed in with the precision Amelia was coming to expect of this military world, followed closely by two figures who commanded the room immediately. She recognized them instantly: Jack O’Neill and George Hammond. Her stomach twisted in an unfamiliar mix of relief and apprehension.

“So, what’s the big emergen—whoa!” Jack’s casual stride faltered as his gaze landed on Sam. He froze, his brow furrowing. “What happened to you?”

“Jack?” Sam’s voice was soft, fragile even, as she stopped pacing. The change in her demeanor was startling. Amelia watched her stepmother’s face, a mixture of disbelief and hope softening her usually sharp features. The way Sam looked at this Jack was so... lovingly. It made Amelia’s chest ache.

“It’s me. It’s Sam,” she said, her tone trembling as though the words might shatter.

Jack’s eyes narrowed. “Uh... yeah.”

Sam stepped closer, her hands trembling slightly. “I never expected this variation. You’re alive.”

The words hung in the air, heavy and raw. Amelia shifted uncomfortably, her gaze flicking to Kawalsky. He was already moving, easing himself off the medical bed with a crooked smile that didn’t quite reach his eyes.

“Don’t feel so bad, Colonel. Everybody around here is telling me the same thing,” Kawalsky said with a short laugh, his voice deliberately light.

“Kawalsky?” Jack asked, his tone incredulous as he studied the man before him.

A voice interjected, calm and clinical, “in a manner of speaking, sir. Actually, in a manner of fact, this is Major Kawalsky in almost every physical respect—blood, dental records—” Spoke Doctor Fraiser.

“But I’m not supposed to be alive in this reality any more than you are in mine,” Kawalsky interrupted, glancing between Sam, Amelia, and Jack. “Sorry, ladies.”

Amelia glanced at Sam. There was a deep sadness in her stepmother’s expression, a mourning for something unspoken. Sam nodded slowly. “It’s not the same with us here, is it?”

The question was rhetorical, Amelia realized, but the pain in Sam’s voice gnawed at her. The weight of what they’d lost—what they’d left behind—settled over them all like a heavy shroud.

Jack’s exasperation broke the tension. “Does... anyone wanna let me know what the hell’s goin’ on here? Anyone? How about you, whoever you are?” He gestured toward Amelia.

“Whoever she is?” The words stung more than Amelia wanted to admit. Her chest tightened, and her voice wavered as she whispered, “Do I not exist here?”

Hearing the tremor in Amelia’s voice, Sam moved protectively closer, wrapping an arm around her shoulder. “She’s your daughter, Jack,” Sam said firmly. “Or at least, the daughter of the alternate version of you. Do you not have a kid in this reality?”

Jack’s gaze lingered on Amelia, his scrutiny making her shift uncomfortably. Did he see it? The same similarities her father used to point out so fondly? He was constantly struck by how her features resembled his, especially her eyes, nose, and stubborn chin. The thought made her heart ache.

“I had a son...” Jack’s voice was soft, barely audible.

Amelia lowered her gaze, unwilling to meet his eyes. The rawness in his tone made her throat tighten.

General Hammond cleared his throat, the sound cutting through the emotion in the room like a scalpel. “They appeared a few hours ago in a Nellis high-security lockup,” he explained crisply.

Kawalsky chuckled, stepping toward Jack. “That quantum mirror you got locked up at Area Fifty-One? You guys never figured out how to use it?”

Amelia shivered, the memory of the mirror sending a chill down her spine. Sam’s arm tightened around her, grounding her.

“Is he talking about that alternate-reality thing Daniel futzed with on P3R-233?” Jack asked, his eyes narrowing as they flicked back to Amelia.

“Who’s Daniel?” Sam asked softly, stroking Amelia’s long brown hair in a way that was unexpectedly soothing. The small gesture made Amelia want to bury herself in her stepmother’s embrace.

“Let’s hold off on any more questions for the moment,” Hammond interrupted. His tone brooked no argument. “I’ve sent the order to have the device brought here under heavy guard. Our guests will be escorted to quarters until we can verify their story. We’ll come and speak with you after the briefing.”

Amelia barely registered the words. Her thoughts were a chaotic swirl of grief, confusion, and fear. She let herself be led out of the infirmary along with Sam and Kawalsky, though her steps felt disconnected from her body.

When they arrived at the guest quarters, the Airmen moved to separate them. Kawalsky and Sam immediately stepped in front of Amelia like twin shields.

“Guys, it’s fine. I’ll be okay,” Amelia said, forcing a smile to her lips. It wavered under their scrutiny, but she held it. “I’m not a child. I’ve lived on my own for almost ten years now. I think I can handle being alone in a guest room here.”

“Are you sure, Al?” Kawalsky’s tone was stern, a reflection of the father figure he’d been in her life for as long as she could remember.

“I’ll be fine,” she lied.

The door closed behind her with a soft thunk, and the silence of the room was deafening. Amelia sat down heavily on the bed, curling into herself as the weight of everything she’d lost finally crashed over her. She tried to keep it together, but silent tears slipped down her cheeks as she stared blankly at a chipped edge on the bedside table.

She didn’t hear the door open or the soft footsteps that followed. It wasn’t until someone cleared their throat that she realized she wasn’t alone. Startled, her head snapped up to find a man standing just inside the doorway.

“Hi,” he said gently. “I’m Daniel Jackson. I’m part of this reality’s SG-1 team.”

“I don’t know who you are,” Amelia said cautiously, her voice hoarse as she pushed herself up from where she had been lying. She studied the man standing before her, taking in his disheveled brown hair, round glasses, and the faint crease of exhaustion lining his face. He seemed out of place in his rumpled blue Air Force uniform, like someone trying to fit into a role that didn’t quite suit them.

“Yes, I’ve heard that I never joined the Stargate Program in your reality,” the man said, his tone hesitant. He scratched the back of his neck, a nervous habit, Amelia assumed. “Here, I, uh, did much of what Captain Carter—well, Doctor Carter—does. It’s weird that she’s a Doctor in your world. See here I was the one that figured out the gate address, and I went through to Abydos…” He trailed off, then shifted his weight awkwardly. “So, um, your Sam said you’re Jack’s daughter?”

Amelia blinked at him, momentarily thrown off by his rambling explanation. She reached up and wiped at her damp, puffy eyes with the sleeves of her sweater—a once-beloved piece of clothing that had been reduced to a grimy, threadbare shell during her escape. “I am,” she murmured, her voice barely audible.

Daniel took a tentative step toward her, and before Amelia realized it, she had instinctively scooted further back on the bed. The movement caused him to stop abruptly, concern flickering across his face. He raised his hands in a gesture of reassurance and took a deliberate step back, slipping them into his pockets. “I won’t harm you,” he said softly, his tone measured. “I’m just... curious about you. You seem, uh, quite a bit older than Jack’s son would’ve been.”

Amelia stiffened at the mention of Jack’s son. Her pulse quickened. “That’s the second time Jack’s son has been referred to in the past tense,” she said, her voice edged with unease. She watched as Daniel’s expression shifted, his gaze darting momentarily to the corner of the room—toward what she now realized was a security camera.

“It’s not my story to tell,” he said carefully, his words deliberate. He hesitated, clearly weighing what to reveal before he added, “But Charlie passed away when he was eight. He’d only be around twelve now, and, well...” His voice faltered, and his eyes flickered over her as though gauging her reaction. “...you appear to be, uh...”

“Much older than twelve?” Amelia offered with a forced, weak smile, trying to lighten the air that had grown stifling with unspoken grief. “I’m about to turn twenty-five.”

Daniel blinked, visibly doing the math in his head. His lips parted in a muted expression of surprise. “That would mean... Jack would’ve had to have you when he was—what? Sixteen?”

“Yup,” Amelia said flatly, her tone both bitter and resigned. “Teenage pregnancy is a real life-changer.”

“But he still enlisted,” Daniel said, the awe in his voice betraying his admiration. “And he still ran your version of SG-1... but you don’t have a brother?”

Amelia shook her head.

“Did Jack still marry Sara?”

“Who’s Sara?” Amelia asked, tilting her head.

Daniel’s brow furrowed, and his nose twitched like he was trying to suppress an itch. “Obviously not your mother,” he muttered.

Amelia sighed, the weight of the conversation pressing down on her. “Please, sit down,” she said, gesturing to the edge of the bed. “Your nervous pacing is making me even more nervous.”

Daniel froze, much like a child caught sneaking cookies, then hesitated before carefully lowering himself onto the far edge of the bed. He turned to face her, his posture stiff, but the tension in his shoulders slowly eased.

“My mother was Amy Brown,” Amelia began, her voice soft but steady. “She and my dad were dating when she got pregnant with me. Dad enlisted as soon as he could to help provide for us. My mom married my stepdad when I was three, but Dad was always there when he could be—sending postcards, letters, and little gifts from wherever he was stationed. Eventually, I enrolled in a military school and I got to travel a lot with him around the world, but before graduation, I was accepted to Stanford’s archaeology program. So... I never enlisted.”

Daniel’s face lit up with sudden enthusiasm, his eyes widening behind his glasses. “You’re an archaeologist?” he asked eagerly, his earlier nervousness melting away.

Amelia nodded, her gaze distant for a moment, as if the weight of her words pulled her under. “I just finished my Master’s and was about to join the SGA, much against my father’s wishes.” The corners of her lips curled slightly as she recalled the memory. “I remember telling him I’d been accepted into the Stargate Alliance program as a civilian researcher. He was so furious, he spent the next two hours lecturing me on how dangerous gate travel is.”

Amelia let out a quiet laugh, the sound hollow but familiar. “Do you know, he actually tried to explain the physics behind the wormhole to me? My dad, who barely passed physics in high school, thought he could ‘science’ me out of joining.”

Daniel chuckled softly, the humor failing to fully mask the underlying sadness in his voice. “Who would have thought, Jack’s daughter, becoming an archaeologist?”

Amelia’s smile faded, replaced by a bitter acceptance. “And now it’s all over.” Her words came out barely above a whisper, carrying the weight of finality. “Now my father is dead. The Goa’uld have taken over my home. And here I am.” The reality hit her like a wave, and before she realized it, her tears were spilling over. She instinctively brought her hands to her face, wiping them away in a futile attempt to stop the flood. “Sorry...” she murmured, her voice breaking.

Daniel’s expression softened, his gaze understanding but not pitying. “Don’t apologize,” he said soothingly, his voice a comfort amidst her heartache. “I know it doesn’t mean much, but I know what it is like to watch a parent die... I want to help in any way I can. We want to help.”

Amelia lifted her tear-streaked face to meet his eyes. Daniel watched her with a quiet, empathetic intensity, his lips pressed into a firm line. “So, if you want, you can cry, or scream, or hell, destroy the room if you need to,” he said with a half-hearted chuckle. “I’ll say I saw nothing.”

A sob broke free from Amelia, but it was cloaked in a laugh, as if her body couldn’t quite decide how to release the tension that had built up. She shook her head, trying to regain some composure. “Are... are we going to be allowed to stay here?” The question came out barely above a whisper, the uncertainty hanging between them like a shadow. She was afraid to ask, too afraid to hear the answer.

Daniel paused, his expression softening. “We can’t very well send you back to die,” he said, his voice firm yet gentle. “But I don’t know the details yet. Your Samantha and Kawalsky are being interviewed now. So how did you end up here, through the mirror? I figured if your Jack is anything like mine, he would’ve sent you off-world the minute there was trouble.”

Amelia’s throat tightened, but she forced herself to answer. “I was supposed to go to the Alpha site, but I had... issues getting to the base. By the time I arrived, the gate on Alpha site’s end would have already been buried. Dad died trying to get us to the mirror. Do you know,” she paused, her eyes clouding with a mixture of regret and disbelief, “I’ve never actually seen the Stargate. I finally had clearance to physicaly enter the lower levels, to enter the Stargate... and now—”

“Do you want to see it?” Daniel interrupted, his voice unexpectedly urgent. He stood up abruptly from the bed, his eyes alight with an unexpected spark of enthusiasm.

Amelia blinked, caught off guard by his sudden shift in energy. She tilted her head, confusion furrowing her brow. “Do you want to see the gate?” he repeated, his excitement palpable.

“Is that... allowed?” she asked, her voice laced with skepticism but also a flicker of hope.

Daniel shrugged nonchalantly, a mischievous grin tugging at the corners of his mouth. “Probably not,” he said with a wink, “but let’s try it anyway.” He extended a hand toward her, an unspoken offer of escape from the tension of the room, a chance to see something—anything—beyond the bleakness she’d been trapped in.

Amelia hesitated for only a moment before reaching out to take his hand, the warmth of his gesture a small comfort in the midst of the storm she found herself in.

It took Amelia a moment, but she finally reached out, slipping her hand into Daniel’s. His grip was steady, warm, and unexpectedly reassuring as he helped her off the bed. The thought that struck her immediately wasn’t about the situation they were in, but the warmth of his hand, the grounding comfort in it. He didn’t let go, even as he guided her to the door with a determined pace.

When they stepped out into the hallway, the two armed guards stationed at her door immediately snapped to attention, stepping forward to block their path.

Daniel released her hand reluctantly and placed a firm, calming hand on her shoulder. “Amelia’s not feeling the greatest,” he said smoothly, his tone laced with concern. “I’m taking her to see Dr. Fraiser—”

The taller of the guards stiffened. “We were ordered not to let her leave the room.”

“It’s fine, officer,” Daniel replied, his voice measured but insistent. “I’ve got her. You can stand down.”

The guard shook his head, unmoved. “We were given a direct order.”

“It’s okay, officer. I’ll take them,” came a familiar voice from behind the guards. Jack O’Neill stepped into view, his expression unreadable but his tone authoritative.

The guards exchanged a look before reluctantly stepping aside. Jack’s gaze flickered between Daniel and Amelia, his suspicion evident. He didn’t say a word, but his expression did the talking: What are you up to now?

Daniel placed a gentle hand on the small of Amelia’s back, guiding her forward. She kept her eyes down as they approached Jack, who fell into step ahead of them, leading the way to the elevator. Inside, as the doors closed, Jack hovered his hand over the buttons, his sharp eyes cutting to Daniel.

“So,” Jack asked, his tone dry but laced with curiosity, “where are we really going?”

Daniel hesitated, his hand rubbing the back of his neck. “Uh... the Gate Room,” he admitted sheepishly.

Jack quirked a brow, his lips twitching with restrained amusement. “To the Gate Room, then.” He turned, hitting the button for Level 28. His gaze lingered on Amelia for a moment longer than necessary, studying her as though trying to piece together a puzzle.

The elevator ride was brief but steeped in an awkward silence. Amelia tried not to fidget, aware of Jack’s subtle scrutiny and Daniel’s quiet nervousness. When the doors slid open, Jack took the lead again, guiding them through the stark, sterile halls. Finally, they stopped at a set of heavy metal doors flanked by armed guards.

“Men, you can stand down,” Jack ordered, his tone casual but firm. “We’re just giving our guest here a tour.”

The guards exchanged wary glances before stepping aside. Jack swiped his keycard through the scanner, and the doors groaned open. Amelia followed Jack into the room, her steps faltering as she crossed the threshold and finally saw it. Her breath caught in her throat.

The Stargate.

The massive ring loomed before her, its metallic surface glinting under the overhead lights. She stopped abruptly, staring up the ramp at the thing she’d only seen in photos and fleeting video clips.

“It’s amazing...” she whispered, the words spilling out before she could stop them. Her gaze remained fixed on the Gate, her awe palpable. “Can I—?”

“Go ahead,” Jack said with a sweeping motion of his arm, a rare smile tugging at the corners of his lips.

Without hesitation, Amelia rushed up the ramp, her steps quick but reverent. She reached the base of the ring and paused, raising a hand toward it. The warmth of its power seemed to radiate in the air around her, but she hesitated, turning back to look at Jack and Daniel. Both men were watching her intently, their expressions a mix of curiosity and amusement.

“Can I touch it?” she asked, her voice almost childlike in its wonder.

Daniel chuckled softly.

Jack smirked. “Go ahead. It’s not gonna explode—probably.”

Tentatively, Amelia reached out, her fingertips brushing against the smooth, etched surface of the Gate. Her eyes widened in surprise. “It’s warm,” she murmured, her voice filled with quiet amazement.

Daniel nodded, stepping closer. “It’s from the power required to keep it operational. We’re constantly running—”

“The iris, so you can close it immediately when an incoming wormhole connects,” Amelia finished, cutting him off.

Daniel blinked, impressed. “Yeah...”

Jack raised a brow, rocking back on his heels. “Doctor Carter mentioned you were joining your version of the SGC?”

Amelia traced the edges of a glyph with her fingertips, her back still to them as she spoke. “I was supposed to, yeah. I’m an archaeologist, though, so—civilian, not Air Force.”

“Ah,” Jack said, his tone mildly skeptical. “No Air Force, huh? And your dad was fine with that?”

“Yeah actually,” she admitted, a small, bittersweet smile on her lips. “He never wanted me in the military. But dragging me from base to base my whole childhood, he accidentally gave me a love for culture and history. When I got accepted into Stanford’s archaeology program, he was thrilled.”

“But you were going to join your version of the SGC?”

Amelia nodded, finally turning back to face them. “Yeah, dad wasn’t happy about it, though. I only ever had clearance on the need to know of what Dad and Sam did—until recently, that is. I had just began-”

Her words were cut off by the sharp, no-nonsense voice of General Hammond coming through the intercom. “Colonel O’Neill, Doctor Jackson, what are doing in there?”

Jack froze, his eyes narrowing slightly. “Busted,” he muttered, his lips twitching with reluctant amusement.

Chapter Two

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