a Buffy/Stargate crossover
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deird1Here, have a fanfic.
Title: The Portal Paradox
Rating: G
Word Count: 2100
Summary: When portals meet wormholes, things can get interesting.
The Portal Paradox
A man with glasses stood on the doorstep, waving sheepishly at the security camera. “Uh… hello? I’m unarmed. I just want to talk. And… get my colleagues back.” He shuffled his feet for a moment, then looked up again. “My name’s Daniel Jackson. Can I talk to someone for a few minutes?”
Daniel was ushered into a sitting room. The woman escorting him gestured towards a sofa, and then took the one opposite him. She looked at him, coldly.
“Can I offer you a glass of water?” It was said carefully, without a hint of emotion.
“Err… yes, thank you. That would be nice.” Jack wouid have been exasperated with him (“you don’t ingest unknown substances from enemy forces, Daniel!”), but personally he found beverages a helpful aid to diplomacy. They tended to keep everything on a slightly more relaxed footing.
A glass was duly brought by another unnamed woman. Then she left, and the woman on the sofa sat up even straighter, and narrowed her eyes. “I want to know why you broke into my house. And I want to know why the government thought it’d be a good idea breaking into my house.”
“Well, we were on a mission. A rescue mission.” She seemed unimpressed. He continued: “If it helps, we were told not to use lethal force. So…”
“Do you even know who I am?”
“They said you were above our security clearance,” Daniel admitted. “Which is …actually very impressive, to tell you the truth.”
A brief, hidden smile, and then she crossed her arms, and looked him carefully. “But you know something.”
It had been about four hours after the Gate shut down and SG-6 failed to return. Major Conroy (“special liaison” of something, flown in from somewhere) held up a voice recorder, and said “We intercepted this phone conversation, on a line we tend to monitor.”
The voice was female, and American.
“Riley? Okay, I’m assuming this is you and not a florist. I’ve got four army guys tied up in my basement. They won’t tell me anything about why they’re here, and I’m not sure what to do with them. They’ve got a patch on their uniform that says SGC, if that helps.”
“That’s it?” She frowned. “Wait a minute, are they monitoring Riley’s phone number, or mine? Because if it’s mine…”
This was getting him nowhere.
“Look, all I can tell you is, we weren’t here to hurt anyone. In fact, they weren’t even planning to be seen – they were just going to sneak in and rescue the airmen you’re holding.”
“Airmen who shouldn’t have been here in the first place.”
“True.” Daniel watched her closely. “Do you know why they were here? Because we’d like to find out about that.” She raised an eyebrow, and he amended: “To stop it from happening again.”
“I’m not sure,” she said – and he almost took it as the honest truth, before he realised how carefully she was saying it, and how carefully he was talking. Both of them were trying to figure out how much the other person knew.
Of course, he was still up against a mountain of confidentiality agreements and regulations, which made things complicated.
“Do you have any… artifacts lying around?” he asked. “Because I’m very good at… artifacts.”
She watched him, warily.
“Nothing with symbols on it?” he prompted. “Anything big and… circle-ish?”
Her eyes widened. “How did you know about that?”
“So you do have a–” Daniel stopped as one thought interrupted another. “Wait a second, how big is your basement?”
It wasn’t in the basement. And it wasn’t a Stargate.
A swirling pool of green and blue light stood, Stargate-less, in the middle of a windowless room fitted out as a gym. Buffy (apparently her name was Buffy) turned to the brunette sitting nearby, surrounded by books, and asked “Anything?”
“Nothing so far.” She held up a cell phone. “And I left Willow a message, but she hasn’t gotten back to me yet.”
Buffy nodded, and turned back to Daniel. “So, here it is.”
“Yes. I… yes.” He was somewhat lost for words.
“They stepped out of that, and then went straight for shooting at my sister.” (Damn. Colonel Harper had always been rather trigger-happy, but honestly.) “So we thought we’d put them somewhere more… secure until we could figure out what to do with them.”
He gestured at the wormhole. “But how did it get there in the first place? There’s nothing–”
“Yeah, something went wrong. Usually the portals my sister makes have been–”
Daniel interrupted, “Sorry, the what?”
Buffy raised her eyebrows. “Wow, they really sent you in here with nothing, didn’t they?”
The person to deal with this, Daniel insisted, was Samantha Carter.
Sam was duly brought out from wherever they were being held, and was soon standing there, fascinated by the Gate-less wormhole fixed to nowhere.
“This is incredible! The event horizon is being kept in place by – well, effectively nothing! Although,” she frowned, thoughtfully, “I suppose you could theoretically project quantum matter into a stable physical state to form the basis of an inter-dimensional barrier…”
The woman with the books looked up and commented wryly, “Or you could just use magic.”
Sam shook her head, smiling. She always got enthusiastic about explaining science. “This isn’t magic, even though it looks pretty magical. It’s really quantum science – although I’ve never seen a wormhole with this presentation before.”
“No, I’m pretty sure it’s magic. I was the one doing it.”
“You can’t just open a wormhole by wishing,” Sam objected. “It requires advanced technology. It’s physics, not magic.”
A voice spoke authoritatively from the doorway. “They are both the same thing.”
They turned. An alien woman was standing there. She had blue hair and eyes, and looked poised for action – as if the world might turn and attack her at any moment (and as if she should start attacking first, pre-emptively).
Buffy waved a hand in her direction. “Everyone, Illyria. Illyria, everyone. Dawn, I’m going to leave you guys to be tweedy. Call me if you need me.”
Illyria moved into the room, and continued to talk. “Magic is physics, in the same way that physics is magic. It is only your primitive minds that insist on classifying it as one thing or the other.” She looked at Sam. “Your qualifications?” she demanded.
“I’m a – er – wormhole physicist,” Sam answered.
Illyria cocked her head on one side, and regarded her steadily for a moment – then pronounced, “You will suffice.”
The blonde woman was walking down the stairs. Previously, Jack had only glimpsed her for a couple of seconds – as she swept Teal’c’s feet out from under him and then slammed Jack face-first into a sofa – and she had registered in his brain purely as a short blonde whirlwind.
Now, she was looking significantly less intimidating, and Jack grabbed the bars of his cell and demanded, “Where’s Carter?”
“She’s upstairs, arguing with my sister about science.”
It sounded like Carter. He relaxed slightly, but kept watching the blonde.
“Daniel said you guys were from the Air Force.”
Dammit. “You’ve captured Daniel too?!”
She rolled her eyes. “Look, if you break into my house, you’ve going to get captured. And if you government guys would stop trying to do things behind my back, that’d be nice.”
“Ma’am, you kidnapped officers of the Air Force. We don’t take that sort of thing lightly.”
“Yeah, no kidding.” She crossed her arms, adding, “I didn’t capture Daniel. He’s upstairs talking with everyone else.” Her gaze moved across to Teal’c. “You’re not human.”
“I am not,” agreed Teal’c.
“So what are you? Because I have a huge objection to demons breaking into my house.”
Daniel was watching a four-way argument.
“Look, I don’t care how you create a wormhole. It’s still got to draw energy from somewhere.”
“Portals typically draw energy from the caster. That’s what you’ve been doing, isn’t it Dawn?”
“Yeah, but it’s only supposed to last for a couple seconds. If this was still drawing energy from me, wouldn’t I be dead already?”
“Portals can draw power from the dimension they are connected to. If they–”
“She’s right – wormholes can connect to a source of energy on the other side. But if this is connecting to the planet SG-6 was on, that shouldn’t be–”
“It’s possible it connects to more than one place. The Key’s unfocused power will unlock multiple dimensions. Without my instruction–”
“Wait – what ‘key’?”
“Wait, what do you mean planet?”
He was half-inclined to bring them a whiteboard.
Sam started explaining interstellar travel, while Willow simultaneously explained what “the Key” was. It sounded fascinating, but Daniel was happy to listen with half an ear while looking through a truly remarkable collection of books. He’d have to convince Dawn to let him borrow at least a few.
He got lost in a paragraph on Sumerian cultists, and looked up a short time later to discover that they’d found a whiteboard, and were apparently developing a working theory and a plan of action.
“Explain it to me again, Carter. With less nerd talk, and more… sense.”
“Basically, sir: they have a technique that opens interdimensional portals. And we have a way of opening interstellar wormholes. And it looks like Dawn opened a portal at precisely the same moment that SG-6 dialed Earth, and the whole thing glitched. It’s currently drawing energy from several dimensions at once, which is why it’s staying open. And it’s highjacked our Stargate address, which is why our Gate won’t open.”
“Fine.”
Sam nodded, but didn’t say anything. He raised an eyebrow. “So, are we talking C4, or…?”
“We were just discussing that, sir.”
“Yeah?”
“We suspect the main problem is that Dawn is still here. If we remove her, the wormhole should disconnect itself naturally.”
“Okay. Let’s take her for a drive.”
“No, sir. By ‘here’ I mean ‘the Solar System’. Actually, sir, I’m not sure if she’d need to be removed from the galaxy.”
“So…”
“So I need to contact Area 51 about their phazing technology.”
Buffy and Teal’c were sparring in the backyard. Sam and Willow were setting up alien tech in the gym. Daniel was discussing ancient Klingon (or something) with Dawn. And Jack was reading Harper the riot act.
“If you hadn’t gone in and started firing at civilians, we could maybe have avoided a very embarrassing incident.”
“They hijacked the Stargate address and pulled us into an unknown location! I had to protect my team, Colonel.”
“Harper, I got taken down in someone’s sitting room. There are going to be rumours, Harper. And possibly jokes.”
“Yes, Colonel.”
“I got into this mess rescuing you, Harper. Because you got scared and trigger-happy in the face of a bunch of little girls.”
“I thought it best to take action, Colonel.”
“Do you want to hear what action you’re going to take now, Harper? You’re going to take your team straight back to the SGC, and tell Hammond that you caused a hostile situation with a potential ally, and that you’re relieved of command until further notice.”
“I–”
“Is that clear, Harper?”
“Yes, sir.”
Dawn was looking nervous. Daniel did his best to reassure her.
“It’s okay. I’ve done this sort of thing before. You should be fine.”
She fidgeted, eyeing the phazing tech ringed around her. “My body tends to have weird reactions with stuff like this.”
Willow looked up. “It’s okay, Dawn. Illyria and I will be keeping a careful hold on everything, so we can prevent anything too… freaky. Just stay calm.”
“Remember my instruction,” Illyria told her. “Keep a focused mind, and rein in your power.”
“Okay – I think we’re ready,” said Sam. “Everyone – stand back.”
Everyone stood back. Dawn stood ramrod straight, in the centre of the circle.
“And… now.”
The machines hummed. Dawn disappeared. Sam took a deep breath. “Okay. Counting down from 30… 29… 28…”
The portal flickered, and started to turn bluer.
“…17… 16… 15…”
It disappeared. Daniel felt his shoulders start to un-tense.
“…8… 7… 6…”
“Nearly done, Dawnie. Just stay still,” Willow encouraged her.
“…2… 1… and done.” She slammed down the control switches..
Dawn was back. And everyone relaxed.
“Wow. That felt weird. Could you guys still see me?”
…been encouraged to check with Carter to make sure that future ‘portals’ don’t overlap with Gate dialling.
Further Recommendations
1) B. Summers to be read in fully concerning the Stargate Program (since she knows most of it anyway, and is a useful asset).
2) D. Summers to consult with D. Jackson about research opportunities.
3) Col. Harper to be moved to a less active role.
Title: The Portal Paradox
Rating: G
Word Count: 2100
Summary: When portals meet wormholes, things can get interesting.
The Portal Paradox
A man with glasses stood on the doorstep, waving sheepishly at the security camera. “Uh… hello? I’m unarmed. I just want to talk. And… get my colleagues back.” He shuffled his feet for a moment, then looked up again. “My name’s Daniel Jackson. Can I talk to someone for a few minutes?”
Daniel was ushered into a sitting room. The woman escorting him gestured towards a sofa, and then took the one opposite him. She looked at him, coldly.
“Can I offer you a glass of water?” It was said carefully, without a hint of emotion.
“Err… yes, thank you. That would be nice.” Jack wouid have been exasperated with him (“you don’t ingest unknown substances from enemy forces, Daniel!”), but personally he found beverages a helpful aid to diplomacy. They tended to keep everything on a slightly more relaxed footing.
A glass was duly brought by another unnamed woman. Then she left, and the woman on the sofa sat up even straighter, and narrowed her eyes. “I want to know why you broke into my house. And I want to know why the government thought it’d be a good idea breaking into my house.”
“Well, we were on a mission. A rescue mission.” She seemed unimpressed. He continued: “If it helps, we were told not to use lethal force. So…”
“Do you even know who I am?”
“They said you were above our security clearance,” Daniel admitted. “Which is …actually very impressive, to tell you the truth.”
A brief, hidden smile, and then she crossed her arms, and looked him carefully. “But you know something.”
It had been about four hours after the Gate shut down and SG-6 failed to return. Major Conroy (“special liaison” of something, flown in from somewhere) held up a voice recorder, and said “We intercepted this phone conversation, on a line we tend to monitor.”
The voice was female, and American.
“Riley? Okay, I’m assuming this is you and not a florist. I’ve got four army guys tied up in my basement. They won’t tell me anything about why they’re here, and I’m not sure what to do with them. They’ve got a patch on their uniform that says SGC, if that helps.”
“That’s it?” She frowned. “Wait a minute, are they monitoring Riley’s phone number, or mine? Because if it’s mine…”
This was getting him nowhere.
“Look, all I can tell you is, we weren’t here to hurt anyone. In fact, they weren’t even planning to be seen – they were just going to sneak in and rescue the airmen you’re holding.”
“Airmen who shouldn’t have been here in the first place.”
“True.” Daniel watched her closely. “Do you know why they were here? Because we’d like to find out about that.” She raised an eyebrow, and he amended: “To stop it from happening again.”
“I’m not sure,” she said – and he almost took it as the honest truth, before he realised how carefully she was saying it, and how carefully he was talking. Both of them were trying to figure out how much the other person knew.
Of course, he was still up against a mountain of confidentiality agreements and regulations, which made things complicated.
“Do you have any… artifacts lying around?” he asked. “Because I’m very good at… artifacts.”
She watched him, warily.
“Nothing with symbols on it?” he prompted. “Anything big and… circle-ish?”
Her eyes widened. “How did you know about that?”
“So you do have a–” Daniel stopped as one thought interrupted another. “Wait a second, how big is your basement?”
It wasn’t in the basement. And it wasn’t a Stargate.
A swirling pool of green and blue light stood, Stargate-less, in the middle of a windowless room fitted out as a gym. Buffy (apparently her name was Buffy) turned to the brunette sitting nearby, surrounded by books, and asked “Anything?”
“Nothing so far.” She held up a cell phone. “And I left Willow a message, but she hasn’t gotten back to me yet.”
Buffy nodded, and turned back to Daniel. “So, here it is.”
“Yes. I… yes.” He was somewhat lost for words.
“They stepped out of that, and then went straight for shooting at my sister.” (Damn. Colonel Harper had always been rather trigger-happy, but honestly.) “So we thought we’d put them somewhere more… secure until we could figure out what to do with them.”
He gestured at the wormhole. “But how did it get there in the first place? There’s nothing–”
“Yeah, something went wrong. Usually the portals my sister makes have been–”
Daniel interrupted, “Sorry, the what?”
Buffy raised her eyebrows. “Wow, they really sent you in here with nothing, didn’t they?”
The person to deal with this, Daniel insisted, was Samantha Carter.
Sam was duly brought out from wherever they were being held, and was soon standing there, fascinated by the Gate-less wormhole fixed to nowhere.
“This is incredible! The event horizon is being kept in place by – well, effectively nothing! Although,” she frowned, thoughtfully, “I suppose you could theoretically project quantum matter into a stable physical state to form the basis of an inter-dimensional barrier…”
The woman with the books looked up and commented wryly, “Or you could just use magic.”
Sam shook her head, smiling. She always got enthusiastic about explaining science. “This isn’t magic, even though it looks pretty magical. It’s really quantum science – although I’ve never seen a wormhole with this presentation before.”
“No, I’m pretty sure it’s magic. I was the one doing it.”
“You can’t just open a wormhole by wishing,” Sam objected. “It requires advanced technology. It’s physics, not magic.”
A voice spoke authoritatively from the doorway. “They are both the same thing.”
They turned. An alien woman was standing there. She had blue hair and eyes, and looked poised for action – as if the world might turn and attack her at any moment (and as if she should start attacking first, pre-emptively).
Buffy waved a hand in her direction. “Everyone, Illyria. Illyria, everyone. Dawn, I’m going to leave you guys to be tweedy. Call me if you need me.”
Illyria moved into the room, and continued to talk. “Magic is physics, in the same way that physics is magic. It is only your primitive minds that insist on classifying it as one thing or the other.” She looked at Sam. “Your qualifications?” she demanded.
“I’m a – er – wormhole physicist,” Sam answered.
Illyria cocked her head on one side, and regarded her steadily for a moment – then pronounced, “You will suffice.”
The blonde woman was walking down the stairs. Previously, Jack had only glimpsed her for a couple of seconds – as she swept Teal’c’s feet out from under him and then slammed Jack face-first into a sofa – and she had registered in his brain purely as a short blonde whirlwind.
Now, she was looking significantly less intimidating, and Jack grabbed the bars of his cell and demanded, “Where’s Carter?”
“She’s upstairs, arguing with my sister about science.”
It sounded like Carter. He relaxed slightly, but kept watching the blonde.
“Daniel said you guys were from the Air Force.”
Dammit. “You’ve captured Daniel too?!”
She rolled her eyes. “Look, if you break into my house, you’ve going to get captured. And if you government guys would stop trying to do things behind my back, that’d be nice.”
“Ma’am, you kidnapped officers of the Air Force. We don’t take that sort of thing lightly.”
“Yeah, no kidding.” She crossed her arms, adding, “I didn’t capture Daniel. He’s upstairs talking with everyone else.” Her gaze moved across to Teal’c. “You’re not human.”
“I am not,” agreed Teal’c.
“So what are you? Because I have a huge objection to demons breaking into my house.”
Daniel was watching a four-way argument.
“Look, I don’t care how you create a wormhole. It’s still got to draw energy from somewhere.”
“Portals typically draw energy from the caster. That’s what you’ve been doing, isn’t it Dawn?”
“Yeah, but it’s only supposed to last for a couple seconds. If this was still drawing energy from me, wouldn’t I be dead already?”
“Portals can draw power from the dimension they are connected to. If they–”
“She’s right – wormholes can connect to a source of energy on the other side. But if this is connecting to the planet SG-6 was on, that shouldn’t be–”
“It’s possible it connects to more than one place. The Key’s unfocused power will unlock multiple dimensions. Without my instruction–”
“Wait – what ‘key’?”
“Wait, what do you mean planet?”
He was half-inclined to bring them a whiteboard.
Sam started explaining interstellar travel, while Willow simultaneously explained what “the Key” was. It sounded fascinating, but Daniel was happy to listen with half an ear while looking through a truly remarkable collection of books. He’d have to convince Dawn to let him borrow at least a few.
He got lost in a paragraph on Sumerian cultists, and looked up a short time later to discover that they’d found a whiteboard, and were apparently developing a working theory and a plan of action.
“Explain it to me again, Carter. With less nerd talk, and more… sense.”
“Basically, sir: they have a technique that opens interdimensional portals. And we have a way of opening interstellar wormholes. And it looks like Dawn opened a portal at precisely the same moment that SG-6 dialed Earth, and the whole thing glitched. It’s currently drawing energy from several dimensions at once, which is why it’s staying open. And it’s highjacked our Stargate address, which is why our Gate won’t open.”
“Fine.”
Sam nodded, but didn’t say anything. He raised an eyebrow. “So, are we talking C4, or…?”
“We were just discussing that, sir.”
“Yeah?”
“We suspect the main problem is that Dawn is still here. If we remove her, the wormhole should disconnect itself naturally.”
“Okay. Let’s take her for a drive.”
“No, sir. By ‘here’ I mean ‘the Solar System’. Actually, sir, I’m not sure if she’d need to be removed from the galaxy.”
“So…”
“So I need to contact Area 51 about their phazing technology.”
Buffy and Teal’c were sparring in the backyard. Sam and Willow were setting up alien tech in the gym. Daniel was discussing ancient Klingon (or something) with Dawn. And Jack was reading Harper the riot act.
“If you hadn’t gone in and started firing at civilians, we could maybe have avoided a very embarrassing incident.”
“They hijacked the Stargate address and pulled us into an unknown location! I had to protect my team, Colonel.”
“Harper, I got taken down in someone’s sitting room. There are going to be rumours, Harper. And possibly jokes.”
“Yes, Colonel.”
“I got into this mess rescuing you, Harper. Because you got scared and trigger-happy in the face of a bunch of little girls.”
“I thought it best to take action, Colonel.”
“Do you want to hear what action you’re going to take now, Harper? You’re going to take your team straight back to the SGC, and tell Hammond that you caused a hostile situation with a potential ally, and that you’re relieved of command until further notice.”
“I–”
“Is that clear, Harper?”
“Yes, sir.”
Dawn was looking nervous. Daniel did his best to reassure her.
“It’s okay. I’ve done this sort of thing before. You should be fine.”
She fidgeted, eyeing the phazing tech ringed around her. “My body tends to have weird reactions with stuff like this.”
Willow looked up. “It’s okay, Dawn. Illyria and I will be keeping a careful hold on everything, so we can prevent anything too… freaky. Just stay calm.”
“Remember my instruction,” Illyria told her. “Keep a focused mind, and rein in your power.”
“Okay – I think we’re ready,” said Sam. “Everyone – stand back.”
Everyone stood back. Dawn stood ramrod straight, in the centre of the circle.
“And… now.”
The machines hummed. Dawn disappeared. Sam took a deep breath. “Okay. Counting down from 30… 29… 28…”
The portal flickered, and started to turn bluer.
“…17… 16… 15…”
It disappeared. Daniel felt his shoulders start to un-tense.
“…8… 7… 6…”
“Nearly done, Dawnie. Just stay still,” Willow encouraged her.
“…2… 1… and done.” She slammed down the control switches..
Dawn was back. And everyone relaxed.
“Wow. That felt weird. Could you guys still see me?”
…been encouraged to check with Carter to make sure that future ‘portals’ don’t overlap with Gate dialling.
Further Recommendations
1) B. Summers to be read in fully concerning the Stargate Program (since she knows most of it anyway, and is a useful asset).
2) D. Summers to consult with D. Jackson about research opportunities.
3) Col. Harper to be moved to a less active role.
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