Scars and Souvenirs

MEANINGLESS Epilogue

Based upon Stargate: SG-1

- . - - - . - Eighteen Years Later

She made her parents breakfast that morning. She got up early and made French Toast and bacon. She made their coffee, just the way they liked it. She knew that as a younger man, her father had no problem starting the day with a beer, but now that he was an old man . . .

She glanced over at them, her mother reading Scientific American, her father reading the sports section of the daily newspaper. She saw her father glance up and meet her gaze, she smiled and turned away.

"You know, Sam," he said to his wife, but loud enough for his daughter to hear as well. "I know when someone is trying to get on my good side."

Her mom smiled, and looked up from her magazine. After a moment, she continued eating her breakfast.

She smiled, and met the gaze of both her parents.

"Alright, spill it," her dad said, taking a sip of his coffee.

She took a few steps towards them and took a deep breath. "Guys, I'm enlisting in the Army."

Her mother's fork paused halfway to her mouth, and slowly lowered back to her plate. Her father almost spit out his coffee.

"What?" he spat, once he swallowed his drink.

"Honey," her mom said, "we are going to support you in whatever you want to do with your life." The insincerity of her mother's words could be hear a mile away, but at least she was trying.

Her father on the other hand . . .

"The hell we are!" her dad said, jumping to his feet. "Enlisting? The Army? There are so many things wrong with that statement!"

She smiled. "No, not really, Daddy. Derek and I are going to get married."

Her mom's jaw dropped.

Her dad looked conflicted. Enlisting in the Army or getting married at 18, he a right to be.

"Much better than enlisting in the Army; right, Dad?" she asked with a smile.

He pursed his lips and narrowed his eyes. "Oh, you're good, kid. You're good."

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