#Daniel Jackson/OC

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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

[antheyaaa]

BOOMSHAKALAKAAAAA

[shelter-wood]

my sister's rewatching sg-1 so it's time for a doodle of everyone's favorite useless worm. too stupid to be a system lord, too protective of its braindead host to make a trustworthy tok'ra, give it up for zia'dir

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DANIELLE JACKSON

[reyofluke-ocs]

OCs DESERVE BETTER -> Jackson & Daniel "Danny" Prescott (The Walking Dead) Danny FC: Walker Scobell Jackson FC: Daniel Sharman

"My little brother is the ONLY good thing in my life." * "He basically raised me."

Jackson and Danny grew up with parents who could have cared less about their two children, especially after their father up and left when Danny was barely two years old. Jackson primarily raised his younger brother, sometimes being driven to do extreme things to get money - things that eventually catch up and land him in juvie, where he is assigned King County Sheriff Department Officer Peyton Myers as his parole officer. Having had bad experiences with law enforcement, he is expecting her to be like everyone else - only for her to surprise him by caring. Enough that he opens up about why he seems to be in and out of juvie - it's all for the sake of his younger brother. When an ex-boyfriend of their mother's shows up and gets violent, Jackson grabs Danny and runs to Peyton's, knowing with his record he'll be the first suspect if things take a turn of the worst and not trusting the justice system, he goes to the one person he thinks he can trust.

Instead of Peyton, however, the brothers end up at her neighbor Nico Sanchez's house, who is visibly confused and concerned but still invites them in and calls Peyton, who immediately calls dispatch to the Prescott trailer. And Jackson's worst fears are confirmed: the boyfriend got too violent and police immediately think Jackson did it. But with Peyton and - to his surprise - another King County Deputy on his side, the investigation turns to the ex-boyfriend. Knowing that even though he's 18 and the only blood family Danny has left that the court will never give him custody, he begins to put a plan into place where Peyton or even Nico could adopt Danny while he gets his life together.

Knowing he did what he could and that Danny was under temperary guardianship of Peyton, Jackson takes a job in Atlanta that will also pay for room and board... just in time for the dead to rise up. Frantic, he tries to get back to Danny, but finds both the Myers and Sanchez home are empty. Jackson just survives, hoping to one day reunite the Danny... until he gets found and later recruited by a group calling themselves 'the Saviors' and their leader, Negan.

As for Danny, since Peyton wasn't home, he ran to Nico's house, where the man grabbed him and ran, the two protecting and looking out for each other until they found sanctuary in a small community called 'Woodbury' that seems to be a utopia to the hellhole the world has become. Still, he knows Nico doesn't trust the place, though he also knows the man only stays for Danny... and that the man is ready to once again grab Danny and run.

tagging: @endless-oc-creations@stanshollaand, @foxesandmagic , @hiddenqveendom , @arrthurpendragon ,@cas-verse, @eddiemunscns , @far-shores, @oneirataxia-girl, if anyone wants to be added/removed or I accidentally forgot, please let me know!

[plutospulsar]

I'm new to the Stargate fandom, but would anyone be interested in reading a fanfic that goes from the movie to the show and follows a romance between Daniel and an anthropologist?

It would be posted on AO3 (registered users only since my other works were part of what gor scraped to train ai) and I already have 2 chapters done! Lemme know <3

[z0mb13pyr0]

i made an animation :)

[foxys-fics]

Chapters:

Chapter 1 - Welcome Home

Chapter 2 - Making Plans

Chapter 3 - Important Talks and Cardstock

Chapter 4 - Peanut Butter on Rainy Days

World Building:

Willow Dr. - Layout Map

There are 7 OCs. Jaemin (Main Character), Yeong-Ja(114), Heeyoung, Ryujin(104), Yeri, Saebyeok, and Jiyoung.

101, 102, 103, 104, 105, 106, 107, 108, 109, 110, 111, 112, 113, 114, 115, 116

(OC Birthdays: Jaemin 10/13, Yeong-Ja 5/14, Heeyoung 8/20, Ryujin 6/28, Yeri 9/25, Saebyeok 10/27, Jiyoung 3/27)

NOTE: This story is a work of fiction. It is just for fun and does not reflect the people used.

Warnings:

⚠️Warnings: May include- Fluff, Angst, Smut, Dangerous actions, Alcohol, Foul Language, Blood, Mentions of death, and Violence. (Please let me know if I missed anything!)

🔞 Minors do not interact‼️ Do NOT try stunts at home please! ⚠️

A/N: This story was edited to add another household after I had published chapter 3. That's why, when scrolling, you'll see 116 Willow Drive before you see the first 3 chapters. But don't worry, this doesn't effect what had already been written. ☺️

[jackiequick]

Agents of SHIELD Incorrect Quotes 🔏

-> In other words, Nikolai, Melissa, Marlene and Amelia being idiots ;)

—~~—

Maria Hill: Report of your mission with Melissa Wallace.

Marlene: Target was taken out.

Maria Hill: Very go-

Marlene: Then I took her to a lovely restaurant. Candle lit dinner. I proposed by the end of it. She has my last name now.

Maria Hill: I—

—~~—

Nikolai: I can’t believe you live nearby, and you won’t let anyone crash at your place.

Marlene: You people already know too much about me.

Melissa: I know exactly three facts about you, and one of them is that you won’t let any of us crash at your place.

Amelia: Leave the poor girl alone!

—~~—

Cop: You’re receiving a ticket for having three people on one motorcycle.

Marlene: Shit.

Nikolai: Wait, three?

Cop: Yeah?

Melissa: OH MY GOD AMELIA FELL OFF!!!

—~~—

Amelia: Am I in trouble?

Nikolai: Take a guess.

Amelia: No?

Nikolai: Take another guess.

—~~—

Marlene, tending to Nikolai’s wounds: How would you rate your pain?

Nikolai: Zero stars. Would NOT recommend.

—~~—

Melissa: Is something burning?

Marlene: Just my love for you.

Melissa: Honey, the toaster is on fire.

—~~—

Nikolai: I can explain.

Amelia: Can you?

Nikolai: If you give me thirty seconds to think of a lie.

—~~—

Amelia: Someone will die.

Melissa: Of fun!

—~~—

Melissa: I turned out perfectly fine!

Marlene: Babe, this morning you thought a ghost made your toast.

Melissa: I DIDN’T PUT THE BREAD IN! YOU DIDN’T PUT THE BREAD IN!!!

—~~—

Marlene: I prevented a murder today.

Amelia: Really? How’d you do that?

Marlene: Easy. Self control.

—~~—

Nikolai: *Kicks the door down looking panicked*

Melissa: What did you do?

Nikolai: Nobody died.

Melissa: WHAT KIND OF ANSWER IS THAT?!

—~—

Nick Fury: I know you snuck out last night, Marlene.

Melissa: Play dumb!

Marlene: Who's Marlene?

Melissa: NOT THAT DUMB!!!

—~~—

Nikolai: Are you sure this is the right direction?

Marlene: Certainly, I'm as sure as I am honest!

Amelia: In that case, we're definitely lost.

Melissa: Well shit!

—~~—

Nikolai: You're the love of my life and my best friend, I would do anything for you.

Amelia: I want you to eat three meals a day and have a decent sleep schedule.

Nikolai: Absolutely not.

—~~—

Melissa: Man, I only ever see you awake, do you ever shut down or stop running?

Marlene: Oh, I’m always running!

Melissa: The question is from what.

—~~—

Maria Hill: You know those things will kill you, right?

Nikolai, pouring another glass of whiskey: That’s the point.

Marlene, smoking a cigarette: We’re trying to speed up the process.

Melissa: *Nods while eating raw cookie dough*

—~~—

Nick Fury: I think we're missing something.

Amelia: Teamwork?

Melissa: Cohesion?

Marlene: Research?

Nikolai: A general sense of what we’re doing?

—~~—

Amelia: I’ve done a lot of dumb stuff.

Marlene: I witnessed the dumb stuff.

Nikolai: I recorded the dumb stuff.

Melissa: I joined in on the dumb stuff.

Coulson: I TRIED TO STOP YOU FROM DOING THE DUMB STUFF!!!

—~~—

Coulson: Anyone d-

Melissa: Depressed?

Nikolai: Drained?

Amelia: Dumb?

Marlene: Disliked?

Coulson: -done with their work... what is wrong with you people ...

—~~—

Marlene: Good morning.

Nikolai: Good morning.

Melissa: Good morning.

Amelia: You all sound like robots, try spicing it up a bit.

Nick Fury: MORNING MOTHERFUCKERS!!

Amelia: Just like that!

———

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Through the Mirror - Chapter Two

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

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.

Chapter One,

Chapter Two:

Amelia sat at the commissary table, a bowl of macaroni and cheese steaming in front of her. The smell was warm and inviting, but she hardly noticed. Her fork hovered over the noodles, idly prodding them as her mind drifted.

Jack leaned forward, his hands clasped loosely on the table in a way that seemed casual but carried an undertone of tension. “So, your mother...” he began, his voice carefully neutral.

Amelia’s gaze remained on her food. “Amy Brown,” she said flatly, stabbing at a noodle. The sound of her fork scraping the bowl echoed faintly between them. “You two dated in—”

“High school,” Jack interrupted, the words slipping out a little too quickly. He glanced sideways at Daniel, who was seated beside Amelia, as though gauging his reaction. “We, uh... dated. Until her family moved away suddenly when I was sixteen.”

Daniel leaned forward slightly, adjusting his glasses as he processed this. “So, it’s not impossible—”

Jack shot him a sharp look, cutting him off mid-thought. “Let’s not go there,” he said firmly, though his tone lacked its usual casual deflection. His expression betrayed him; the thought was already taking root, and the implications were hitting closer to home than he wanted to admit.

Amelia finally looked up, her eyes meeting Jack’s for a fleeting moment. Her voice was soft but carried a weight of uncertainty. “I’m sure she would have told you if there was another me out there.”

She set her fork down and leaned back in her chair, her gaze drifting to the wisps of steam curling off her bowl. The thought of another version of herself—one who had this Jack as her father—made her stomach twist. It wasn’t jealousy exactly, but something close to it, something tangled and painful. She hated how selfish it felt, how petty, but the thought sat in her mind.

The tension at the table grew palpable. Sensing it, Daniel cleared his throat and shifted forward slightly, always quick to redirect when emotions ran high. “So, Amelia,” he began, his tone intentionally light, “what’s your academic focus? You mentioned earlier you have a degree in archaeology.”

Grateful for the change in subject, Amelia straightened in her seat, brushing a strand of hair behind her ear. “Medieval archaeology, but I’ve done more fieldwork in prehistoric sites. I was most recently part of a dig in Antarctica, near the location of our second Stargate. I was stationed there for the last six months, after we knew the Goa’uld were coming, we were hoping we’d find something useful.”

Daniel tilted his head, his brow furrowing as his curiosity sparked to life. “But the second gate site didn’t yield anything besides the gate itself and the DHD, at least in our reality. There’s been no evidence to suggest anything else was there.”

Amelia’s lips quirked into a small, knowing smile, the kind that hinted she knew something he didn’t. “Really? We found two Alteran devices buried at the base of the DHD. We had reason to believe there may have been an outpost there of some kind.”

“Alteran?” Jack repeated, his brow furrowing.

“The people we believe built the Stargate network,” Amelia explained patiently, her academic tone slipping into something closer to a teacher’s cadence. “They were, from what we can tell, highly advanced. Have you not discovered this yet?”

“Ancients,” Jack countered almost reflexively, his tone mirroring hers in an uncanny way.

Amelia blinked, her brow furrowing as she processed the word. “Ancients?”

Daniel, ever the mediator, jumped in, his eyes flicking between Jack and Amelia as though cataloging their eerily similar mannerisms. “It’s what we call them. ‘Ancients’ is the name we’ve come to associate with the gate builders, thanks to the Asgard.”

Amelia’s curiosity piqued, and she tilted her head slightly. “Who are the Asgard?”

Jack leaned back in his chair, his lips curling into a grin that hinted at an inside joke. “Oh, just these little grey aliens. You’d love ‘em. Big brains, tiny bodies, and really into us humans. They are friendly, if not a little condescending.”

Amelia blinked, trying to picture what he described. “Little grey aliens... like the Roswell descriptions?”

“Exactly,” Daniel said, nodding. “They’re a highly advanced race. We’ve worked with them on several occasions. Thor—one of their leaders—has been particularly helpful.”

“Thor?” Amelia echoed, her brows rising.

“The Asgard, much like the Goa’uld, present themselves as gods,” Daniel explained. “Only they are the representation of Norse mythology.”

Fascination lit Amelia’s face, her curiosity intensifying. “And their technology? Is it comparable to the Ancients? Are all of them friendly, or are there hostile factions?”

Jack held up a hand, a grin tugging at his lips. “Whoa, slow down, kid. You’ll have plenty of time to ask your million questions. Hammond’s already approved for you and your team to stay here. You’re being folded into the SGC.”

Amelia’s heart skipped a beat, her face breaking into a wide smile. “Really? We’re staying?”

Jack returned the smile, though a protective edge glimmered in his eyes. “Yup. Which means you’ll get to learn all this stuff soon. But just remember...” He leaned forward, his tone teasing but underscored with seriousness. “This isn’t all fun and games. It’s dangerous out there.”

Her excitement dimmed slightly as she caught the warning in his tone. Before she could respond, Daniel stepped in with an encouraging look. “You’ll do great. With your knowledge of the Ancients—Alterans, you’ll be invaluable. Don’t let Jack scare you.”

Amelia’s cheeks warmed under Daniel’s gaze, her pulse quickening. “I don’t scare easily,” she replied, steadying her voice.

Jack’s eyes narrowed, catching the subtle shift in her tone and the way Daniel looked at her. His jaw tightened, and he cleared his throat, gesturing at her unfinished food. “Right. Well, you’d better finish eating.”

Amelia glanced at Jack, sensing his protective energy, but said nothing. She couldn’t help stealing another glance at Daniel, her curiosity and admiration growing.

Oblivious to the undercurrent, Daniel was already scribbling notes on a napkin. “I would love to hear more about those devices you found,” he said, barely containing his excitement. “We’ve been piecing together fragments of the Ancient’s culture for years now. Anything you can share—”

“Tomorrow, Daniel,” Jack cut in with a groan. “She’s not going anywhere. Let the kid eat.”

Amelia hid a smile as Daniel gave her an apologetic shrug. Something told her life at the SGC was going to be anything but boring.

Setting her fork down, Amelia clasped her hands on the table, the whirlwind of emotions swirling in her mind. “So,” she began, “what’s next or is this more of a ‘sit tight and study the protocols’ kind of thing?”

Jack snorted. “It’s a ‘sit tight and learn the ropes’ kind of thing. No one’s sending you through the Gate until I know you’re ready.”

Amelia raised an eyebrow, a wry smile tugging at her lips. “You sound like my dad, you know.”

“He sounds like a stand-up guy,” Jack replied, crossing his arms with a casual defiance. “Alternate universe or not, I’m still Jack O’Neill. And Jack O’Neills don’t just throw people into the deep end.” The absurdity of his statement was underscored by the slight tilt of his head and the narrowing of his eyes.

“Unless he does,” Daniel added with a grin, earning a sharp glare from Jack.

“I don’t need babysitting,” Amelia shot back, her tone firm. “I’ve worked in extreme conditions before—Antarctic storms, dodging cave-ins, working alongside military teams. I even went through basic Air Force training.”

Jack raised his hands in mock surrender. “Alright, alright. You’re tough. Got it. Just humor me, okay? We’ve seen plenty of ‘tough’ people lose their lunch the first time they step through the Stargate.”

Daniel nodded, his enthusiasm barely contained. “The first time is definitely overwhelming. You’re not just stepping into another country; it’s another world. Different gravity, atmospheres, cultures— but it is amazing every time you do it.”

“Yeah, Daniel, super helpful,” Jack muttered, watching as Amelia’s intrigue only deepened.

Amelia chuckled and turned to Daniel, her curiosity piqued. “What about you? Were you overwhelmed the first time?”

Daniel hesitated, a sheepish grin spreading across his face. “Let’s just say it was... a lot to take in, and that first trip shaped a lot of my life as it is now.”

Amelia found herself staring at him, trying to decipher what he wasn’t saying. She realized too late that her gaze lingered, her cheeks flushing as she quickly looked away.

Jack, sharp-eyed as ever, didn’t miss the exchange. “Alright, story time’s over,” he said abruptly, standing. “We’ve got a full schedule tomorrow. Let’s get you back to your room for some rest.”

Amelia frowned, but relented. “Fine. But tomorrow, I want to hear all about these Asgard and what you have on the Ancients.”

Jack smirked. “We’ll see.”

Daniel stood as well, offering Amelia a warm smile. “If you have any questions about the Stargate or the Ancients—Alterans—feel free to ask. I’d be happy to answer.”

“Thanks,” she replied, her smile lingering.

A voice interrupted. “Colonel O’Neill, Doctor Jackson.”

Amelia turned to see an Airman standing at attention.

“There’s been an incident with Doctor Carter. They’re requesting you in the infirmary.”

Amelia shot out of her chair. “What happened?”

“I’m not sure, ma’am,” the Airman replied.

Jack and Daniel were on their feet instantly. “Let’s go,” Jack commanded, already heading for the door.

Chapter Three Coming......

[antheyaaa]

MY SHAYLAA 😭

[randomestfandoms-ocs]

New OCs

(for real this time with headers and actual info)

RWRB

Cleopatra Okonjo –

Pez's twin. Model, socialite, influencer, heavily involved in Pez's charities. Rich brat with a heart of gold, black cat to Pez's golden retriever, would stab someone for Henry at any given moment, somehow an even worse influence than Pez, she and Alex should never be left alone together because they have the combined self restraint of a rabid squirrel

Danielle Walters (x Shaan & Zahra)–

Oscar's chief of staff, has been an honorary part of the family for years. She and Zahra are the only reason the country is surviving Ellen & Oscar's divorce, handle all political communication for them

Estella Mountchristen-Windsor –

Henry & Phillip & Bea's cousin, her mom is Catherine's younger sister. Lives at Kensington with her cousins not because she's supposed to but because it always feels so big and empty there and they enjoy the company. Bratty socialite party girl, nicknamed the Tabloid Princess for how often her scandals make the cover of various tabloids. She does love to drink and party and make terrible life choices but what people don't notice is how often her biggest scandals just happen to overshadow her cousins' problems and how she uses the paparazzi to distract both Mary and the british press from their secrets

Possible Pez ship, or possibly just chaotic best friends who enjoy hooking up

Flynn Caldwell (x Eileen Eisner) –

Famous actor, frequently accused of being a nepo baby because his mom was a famous popstar when she was younger, but he is genuinely very talented. First met Eileen Eisner when they were little kids doing a TV show together and every few years they find themselves in another project together (usually as love interests). Has a history of substance abuse issues that he has not really dealt with but has been trying to stay sober since Eileen went to rehab.

Everyone's favourite celebrity couple even though there has never been any confirmation of a relationship between them

Fraser Montgomery (x FirstPrince) –

Only son of an important family of some sort, went to Eton and Oxford with Henry & Pez, was Henry's favourite hookup throughout school

they stayed in touch but not close, start hooking up again during rwrb because Henry is trying to ignore his feelings for Alex but accidentally starts developing real feelings for Fraser along the way, he comes to the New Year's party and totally hits it off with Alex but keeps it totally platonic with just some flirting because he knows how Henry feels, turns poly along the way

Josephine Fitzroy –

Martha's twin sister. Child actress whose first job was playing James Bond's secret daughter alongside Arthur Fox, has stayed extremely close with the Fox-Mountchristen-Windsors. She continued to act but went to university to study public relations and ended up working for the crown, specifically managing all social media, public appearances, and media engagements for the royal children on behalf of Queen Mary. After Cakegate, she is responsible for planning and staging the entire fake friendship between Henry & Alex (even though she wants to murder Alex & Henry for ruining her sister's wedding), is one of the only people who knows about their relationship and is the first person to know because Henry tells her immediately. Was the first person Henry came out to and every few months after that they let themselves get pictured on a "date" to keep the public assuming that they're together so they won't question why Henry has never had a real girlfriend

Juliet Fox –

Daughter of Arthur Fox's younger sibling, both of her parents died when she was a toddler and she was taken in by her Aunt and Uncle and raised with her cousins – who just happen to be royalty. Accidental travel influencer and full time president of the Mary Hate Club, Juliet still lives with her cousins and gets dragged along to all of their royal engagements despite Mary's many, many objections.

Marcie Turner –

Cash's daughter, Alex's very very mentally ill best friend, recently out of the hospital, 24/7 with him. Alex sort of put himself in charge of her recovery but what neither of them mention is that really she's there to help him because needing to keep track of her helps him take better care of himself too, only Cash knows the full story

he can't skip meals/lose track of time when he's taking care of a girl recovering from an eating disorder, he can't run until he collapses when he's running with a girl who used to run until she passed out, he can't stay up all night on research binges when he shares a room with a girl who needs rest to help her body heal, etc. Officially she's Alex's best friend, media-speculated girlfriend, and his "keeper" to help him balance election work, first son duties, and his senior year, unofficially Alex is fucked up from her being hospitalized and taking care of her helps, even less officially, she's he's self proclaimed therapy dog because taking care of her helps him take care of himself

Sofía Diaz – 

Alex & June's cousin on Oscar's side, Sofía has always adored both of her cousins. She idolizes June and Alex has always been her best friend. She's a psych student and Georgetown University and, until Ellen won the election, she and Alex had been planning on getting an apartment and going to school together. Has a complicated relationship with Ellen because of the divorce but still loves her, ends up getting the campaign communications job that Ellen tried to give June

Percy Jackson

Aderyn –

daughter of Aeolus from the time of the odyssey – might have joined Odesseus' crew after Aeolus gave him the bag of winds tbd – but Athena is mad at Aeolus for Odysseus' voyage being sent way off course by the winds, can't actually punish him so instead sends his daughter "off course" aka thousands of years into the future, she's been living in her father's palace because he wants to protect her but she ends up joining Jason's quest in Lost Hero

(no header bc face is still tbd – working through some options rn)

Loralie Lovelace –

Daughter of Aphrodite and a sorceress, Circe's apprentice and a devoted follower of Hecate. Gets captured on the pirate ship along with Hylla and Reyna and is stuck on the ship for a few years before she can finally escape and, to her absolute shock, crosses paths with Percy Jackson once again

Maliah –

child of a sea deity – poseidon or someone else tbd – from the crew of the original argo. Pretended to be a man to join the crew, eventually her secret is revealed. It is eventually decided to let her stay but a few of the crew members are not okay with that and throw her overboard in the Sea of Monsters (drowned but didn't really drown because of her parent), spat back out during Sea Of Monsters and meets Percy & Annabeth & Tyson, or possibly meets Clarisse instead

(no header bc face is still tbd – head empty for potential faces)

Romilly Chase (x Jason & Reyna) –

Annabeth's twin sister, left behind when Annabeth ran away, eventually also ended up running away and after a while got found by Roman demigods and taken to camp Jupiter, never claimed because Athena knows that the Romans would despise her if they knew who she was (whether they knew that she was Greek or saw her as a child of Minerva)

Starts dating Jason and Reyna somewhere between Battle Of The Labyrinth and Last Olympian, doesn't properly see Annabeth until Mark of Athena and it's extremely messy

Might have her own Labyrinth quest at the same time as Annabeth's but paths just don't cross, tbd

American Housewife

Channing "Chaney" Lambert (x Oliver & Cooper) –

Only child of the second richest family in Westport (her family and the Bradfords act friendly in public but it's very fake and they hate each other, she and Cooper are very much not supposed to be friends), local princess and she knows it

Her parents want her to aspire to be a trophy wife but she Does Not want that (unless it's Cooper but then he would be her trophy husband tbh), she either wants to go to Harvard because Legally Blonde or Yale because of Gilmore Girls & Gossip Girl, rich princess vibes, dancer (first becomes friends with Oliver through dance, has always been friends with Cooper even though they aren't supposed to be), kind of just wants to go insane and stop fitting the perfect mold that her parents want for her but that's not really an option

Katie doesn't really like her because she thinks she's just a vapid spoiled brat, she gets along alright with Greg, absolutely worships Taylor

Liv Otto –

Oliver’s twin sister, influencer, Katie hates it and insists that it’s not a real or viable career. Started as some vlogs (LifeWithLiv), first day at a new school stuff, picking an outfit for it, mostly just something to keep her friends from before in the loop but then people start to notice and she really blew up until it became a brand and business. She feels very real and is very open and honest about how scared she is of being new and trying to find a balance between being herself and being someone who belongs in westport, it resonates with people really well

She and Cooper are definitely besties, he's the number one person showing up in her videos, for sure the three of them (her and cooper and oliver) live together after high school

Nicholas Banks (x Joan De Loughrey) –

Single dad, divorced years ago. Got very rich in app development and moved to Westport (might have a son, have a face in mind, tbd), people liked him because of his money but he really never felt like he belonged. Meets Joan while she is going through a very messy divorce with a husband who won't stop flaunting his various mistresses (while treating her like shit in the divorce process), they go on a few spite dates which turns into very real feelings

Glee

Maci Reeves –

Raised by a single mother who moves a lot for her job (job tbd, Maci loves her mom but they aren't very close and her mom rarely has time for her), s2 freshman

Has been in glee clubs at every school she’s been at (if the school didn’t have a club she started it), her last school won junior nationals. Moves to Lima before s2, immediately determined to join the new directions, Rachel tries to send her to the crackhouse too but after Rachel gave her that address she went to Will to tell him how excited she was for auditions, wanted to ask if there were any requirements (dance portion, any specific song styles, etc), when she’s leaving his office she tries to confirm the time/address and he’s like “um wtf no it’s in the auditorium”

Dustin Goolsby keeps trying to recruit her for vocal adrenaline but she doesn’t want to commute

+ Kacey Brice (recast)

Previously Maci Brice, one of Carla's younger sisters (13 in season 1)

(and again special thanks to @ginevrastilinski-ocs & @the-witching-ash for helping me sort out some of the details and turning a lost of confused vibes into actual ocs)

[garykingz]

Making some art of Danielle bc I haven't done so in a while and that's just a crime

[kvetchinglyneurotic]

edit: by "they" in option 3 I mean the aliens and SG-1/other English-speaking people from Earth (I ran out of room)

[fauvester]

@antebellumite shhhh he’s firing his single neuron

[florianlaurila]