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Fic: The Rod of Asclepius (13/15) (BtVS/DrWho/SG-1)
Title: The Rod of Asclepius (13/15)
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moragmacpherson
Rating: PG-13
Timeline: This story takes place during that sixty year block that I glossed over between chapters three and four of "Another Side of the Sky". Buffy's about twenty-five years old, so it's before the Beeyadeen Kibra incident she tells Spike about in "Better With Two". Thus our characters here are still-slightly-stuffy Tenth Doctor and still-slightly-spacey Buffy. In the Stargate universe, it's early season four.
Disclaimer: If it's a character or a place, I don't own it.
Archive: Here, TtH, Teaspoon, the pit, I think. If you'd like it, let me know.
Author's Note: Un-beta'd.
Summary: Another storage closet, another dimension? Set during "Another Side of the Sky," Buffy and the Doctor slip into the Stargate universe and a whole new set of problems.
Two days later, she was sitting in bed while Doctor Frasier removed the last of the staples from her side. Sam, Daniel, and the Doctor were explaining how the quantum mirror worked in words of three syllables or less, as well as Carter’s theory that the mirror’s destruction had allowed the TARDIS to slip into this dimension.
“We’re coordinating with NID to have the pieces and the controller returned her to SG command,” finished Carter.
Buffy winced as Frasier gave a final pull. “You mean we get to talk to Colonel Butt Plug again?”
Daniel grimaced. “Unfortunately, no. Senator Kinsey has requested a personal interview with the two of you.”
The Doctor tousled her hair. “Apparently they’ll be here in this afternoon. You feeling up to it?”
“Thank you Doctor Frasier.” Buffy pulled her robe back over the flimsy hospital gown. “Maybe. Does he have to survive it?” Janet smirked at the comment while the others struggled for a truthful answer.
“That’s entirely up to you,” offered Jack as he, Teal’c, and General Hammond entered. “Suits me either way.”
Hammond grimaced. “All parties exiting this interview intact is of course the preferred outcome.” Buffy swore she saw the General wink. “I’ve scheduled it for fourteen-hundred.”
The Doctor frowned. “We’re not about to lose you folks your jobs, are we?”
Jack’s mouth twisted. “A little late to be worried about that, Doctor.”
Carter shook her head. “We should be fine.”
“I argued to them that of course a live training mission would be the most effective education. And of course, that I had not known that the Asgard would cause you to accompany us.” Teal’c smiled. “It is good to see you well again, Buffy Summers.”
“Good to see you too Teal’c. I’ll try to keep my mouth shut during this meeting.”
“That’s probably for the best,” quipped Jack.
A few hours later, after a long hot shower and a large meal, Buffy sat gingerly in the conference room. She’d lost six pounds while healing from her various wounds, unable to eat quickly enough to keep up with her slayer healing. A few bruises lingered where some of the deeper gashes had torn into her flesh. Thankfully, the damage had been so extensive that she’d lost whole sheets of skin, so instead of a patchwork of scars, Buffy looked younger than ever.
Well, thankfully for her. The Doctor had been less amused by it. He held her hand tightly. Except for brief field trips to the Asgard ship and Carter’s lab, he’d been by her side constantly over the last few days. Buffy knew it would take him a few days to stop hovering.
She let up a silent prayer of thanks as General Hammond excused her from standing for the Senator’s entrance. “Senator Kinsey, I’m pleased to introduce you to the Doctor and Buffy Summers, our visitors who saved our planet.”
The Senator nodded. “Charmed, I’m sure.” He sat, the rest of the room following his lead. Except for Thor’s absence, she was having disturbing flashbacks to the last time she’d sat in this seat. “I have to admit, I was skeptical.”
“We caught that.” The quip escaped Jack’s lips even as Hammond glared at him.
“But still, we’re of course quite happy that you were able to avert the threat you, ahem, inadvertently, ahem, brought down upon us Doctor. And appreciate your cooperation, despite the misgivings Colonel Simmons presented.” Kinsey cast a suspicious glance at Teal’c. “I know that you all understood the true intent of his objections and orders, and it’s all worked out for the best.”
“So you’ll be happy to work with us to send us home?” The Doctor had to hope, but the Senator’s shifty smile taught him better.
“Oh, certainly, provided that you show a few signs of good will. Just a few tokens.”
Daniel waved his hand. “They already saved our planet.”
Jack pointed. “She almost died.”
“If that’s not good will, I don’t know what is.” Sam crossed her arms.
Kinsey held up his hands. “Oh, yes, I understand. But if the Doctor could only be so kind as to provide us with the same defense technology against the Replicators that he did to the Asgard, it would be a clear sign of friendship, and an even exchange for supplying the Quantum Mirror technology.”
Buffy blinked, then groaned. “We’re never going home, are we?” The Doctor rubbed her shoulders.
“Sorry, she’s just a bit tired. She doesn’t mean to be rude. But she has a point. I'm only leaving the staff weapons because they're mostly harmless except against the Replicators. You can go around the universe giving your enemies mild hangovers. The same is not true of the missiles I supplied to the Asgard. Anyway, your culture isn’t ready for that technology.”
Kinsey folded his hands together. “And who are you to judge that?”
“The one who has the technology. And it’s not just me being obtuse or whatever the hell your toady called me earlier. You couldn’t deploy those weapons even if you tried. If I dropped one off into Major Carter’s lab right now, it would take her and your next best scientists two hundred years to reverse engineer it.” He smiled over at Sam. “Not because you’re not brilliant, because you are, but just because your science isn’t there yet.”
“No offense taken, Doctor.”
The Senator sneered. “You won’t even let our scientists near your ship. How do we know what they could reverse engineer or not? Hardly in keeping with fair and balanced relations. Why should we help someone who insists on keeping all of the power over us?”
The Doctor grabbed his hair. “Because it’s nice. Because if I say you’re not prepared for a missile, what in the world makes you think that I’ll give you a time machine? Because it’s the last one in existence and I don’t want anyone else messing with it. Because it’s my home, my refuge, and I don’t let people except for the ones I really genuinely like inside of it.” He frowned. “And Jackie Tyler. Because otherwise I’m going to be in your hair, messing with your military facilities and causing mutinies all over the place until you let me go back.” He released his grip. “Any of those work?”
Kinsey crossed his legs. “I’m supposed to just let you threaten me then gallivant off, with your human kidnap victim in tow?”
“Oh, for the last time, he didn’t kidnap me, he doesn’t abuse me, and the next person to even think a thought in that direction is going to have a very angry Slayer pulling their tongue out of their throat!” Buffy had jumped onto the table and her shoulders were heaving as she shouted down on the Senator. Everyone else had jumped back from the table. Most of them were stunned. Carter had a grin on her face. Kinsey looked like he might have had an aneurysm. Teal’c offered her his hands and gently lifted her down. He walked her back to her seat, patting her on the back. “Sorry. Sore subject.” She glared at the Senator. “I don’t belong here any more than he does. Just let us go home.”
“That was highly unusual, young lady.”
“She’s a highly unusual young lady, Senator.” General Hammond smiled at the girl.
Kinsey frowned. “General, Doctor, this is all going on over my protest. However, I am obliged to offer these items as a token of the President’s gratitude.” He lifted a case onto the table and clicked it open. Insider were some shards and some dust, as well as a small controller. “I present for your temporary use the remains of the quantum mirror. They will be returned to us before you depart.”
“Absolutely.” The Doctor looked over the case. “Thank you, Senator.”
Kinsey snorted as he rose. “As for the rest of you, your continued alliance with this alien over the rest of your species gives me even more doubts about the intent of this program. I will be watching you.”
“Good day, Senator.” Everyone but Buffy rose as the Senator exited. She kept glaring at him while the Doctor rubbed her shoulders. Once he was safely out of her attack range, the Doctor returned his attention to the prize on the table.
“So, how does this thing work?” The Doctor tossed the controller over to Carter, who shrugged and handed it to Daniel.
“Well, you twist this dial.” Daniel shifted his glasses, frowned then apologized. “This may take a minute.”
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Author:
moragmacpherson Rating: PG-13
Timeline: This story takes place during that sixty year block that I glossed over between chapters three and four of "Another Side of the Sky". Buffy's about twenty-five years old, so it's before the Beeyadeen Kibra incident she tells Spike about in "Better With Two". Thus our characters here are still-slightly-stuffy Tenth Doctor and still-slightly-spacey Buffy. In the Stargate universe, it's early season four.
Disclaimer: If it's a character or a place, I don't own it.
Archive: Here, TtH, Teaspoon, the pit, I think. If you'd like it, let me know.
Author's Note: Un-beta'd.
Summary: Another storage closet, another dimension? Set during "Another Side of the Sky," Buffy and the Doctor slip into the Stargate universe and a whole new set of problems.
“We’re coordinating with NID to have the pieces and the controller returned her to SG command,” finished Carter.
Buffy winced as Frasier gave a final pull. “You mean we get to talk to Colonel Butt Plug again?”
Daniel grimaced. “Unfortunately, no. Senator Kinsey has requested a personal interview with the two of you.”
The Doctor tousled her hair. “Apparently they’ll be here in this afternoon. You feeling up to it?”
“Thank you Doctor Frasier.” Buffy pulled her robe back over the flimsy hospital gown. “Maybe. Does he have to survive it?” Janet smirked at the comment while the others struggled for a truthful answer.
“That’s entirely up to you,” offered Jack as he, Teal’c, and General Hammond entered. “Suits me either way.”
Hammond grimaced. “All parties exiting this interview intact is of course the preferred outcome.” Buffy swore she saw the General wink. “I’ve scheduled it for fourteen-hundred.”
The Doctor frowned. “We’re not about to lose you folks your jobs, are we?”
Jack’s mouth twisted. “A little late to be worried about that, Doctor.”
Carter shook her head. “We should be fine.”
“I argued to them that of course a live training mission would be the most effective education. And of course, that I had not known that the Asgard would cause you to accompany us.” Teal’c smiled. “It is good to see you well again, Buffy Summers.”
“Good to see you too Teal’c. I’ll try to keep my mouth shut during this meeting.”
“That’s probably for the best,” quipped Jack.
A few hours later, after a long hot shower and a large meal, Buffy sat gingerly in the conference room. She’d lost six pounds while healing from her various wounds, unable to eat quickly enough to keep up with her slayer healing. A few bruises lingered where some of the deeper gashes had torn into her flesh. Thankfully, the damage had been so extensive that she’d lost whole sheets of skin, so instead of a patchwork of scars, Buffy looked younger than ever.
Well, thankfully for her. The Doctor had been less amused by it. He held her hand tightly. Except for brief field trips to the Asgard ship and Carter’s lab, he’d been by her side constantly over the last few days. Buffy knew it would take him a few days to stop hovering.
She let up a silent prayer of thanks as General Hammond excused her from standing for the Senator’s entrance. “Senator Kinsey, I’m pleased to introduce you to the Doctor and Buffy Summers, our visitors who saved our planet.”
The Senator nodded. “Charmed, I’m sure.” He sat, the rest of the room following his lead. Except for Thor’s absence, she was having disturbing flashbacks to the last time she’d sat in this seat. “I have to admit, I was skeptical.”
“We caught that.” The quip escaped Jack’s lips even as Hammond glared at him.
“But still, we’re of course quite happy that you were able to avert the threat you, ahem, inadvertently, ahem, brought down upon us Doctor. And appreciate your cooperation, despite the misgivings Colonel Simmons presented.” Kinsey cast a suspicious glance at Teal’c. “I know that you all understood the true intent of his objections and orders, and it’s all worked out for the best.”
“So you’ll be happy to work with us to send us home?” The Doctor had to hope, but the Senator’s shifty smile taught him better.
“Oh, certainly, provided that you show a few signs of good will. Just a few tokens.”
Daniel waved his hand. “They already saved our planet.”
Jack pointed. “She almost died.”
“If that’s not good will, I don’t know what is.” Sam crossed her arms.
Kinsey held up his hands. “Oh, yes, I understand. But if the Doctor could only be so kind as to provide us with the same defense technology against the Replicators that he did to the Asgard, it would be a clear sign of friendship, and an even exchange for supplying the Quantum Mirror technology.”
Buffy blinked, then groaned. “We’re never going home, are we?” The Doctor rubbed her shoulders.
“Sorry, she’s just a bit tired. She doesn’t mean to be rude. But she has a point. I'm only leaving the staff weapons because they're mostly harmless except against the Replicators. You can go around the universe giving your enemies mild hangovers. The same is not true of the missiles I supplied to the Asgard. Anyway, your culture isn’t ready for that technology.”
Kinsey folded his hands together. “And who are you to judge that?”
“The one who has the technology. And it’s not just me being obtuse or whatever the hell your toady called me earlier. You couldn’t deploy those weapons even if you tried. If I dropped one off into Major Carter’s lab right now, it would take her and your next best scientists two hundred years to reverse engineer it.” He smiled over at Sam. “Not because you’re not brilliant, because you are, but just because your science isn’t there yet.”
“No offense taken, Doctor.”
The Senator sneered. “You won’t even let our scientists near your ship. How do we know what they could reverse engineer or not? Hardly in keeping with fair and balanced relations. Why should we help someone who insists on keeping all of the power over us?”
The Doctor grabbed his hair. “Because it’s nice. Because if I say you’re not prepared for a missile, what in the world makes you think that I’ll give you a time machine? Because it’s the last one in existence and I don’t want anyone else messing with it. Because it’s my home, my refuge, and I don’t let people except for the ones I really genuinely like inside of it.” He frowned. “And Jackie Tyler. Because otherwise I’m going to be in your hair, messing with your military facilities and causing mutinies all over the place until you let me go back.” He released his grip. “Any of those work?”
Kinsey crossed his legs. “I’m supposed to just let you threaten me then gallivant off, with your human kidnap victim in tow?”
“Oh, for the last time, he didn’t kidnap me, he doesn’t abuse me, and the next person to even think a thought in that direction is going to have a very angry Slayer pulling their tongue out of their throat!” Buffy had jumped onto the table and her shoulders were heaving as she shouted down on the Senator. Everyone else had jumped back from the table. Most of them were stunned. Carter had a grin on her face. Kinsey looked like he might have had an aneurysm. Teal’c offered her his hands and gently lifted her down. He walked her back to her seat, patting her on the back. “Sorry. Sore subject.” She glared at the Senator. “I don’t belong here any more than he does. Just let us go home.”
“That was highly unusual, young lady.”
“She’s a highly unusual young lady, Senator.” General Hammond smiled at the girl.
Kinsey frowned. “General, Doctor, this is all going on over my protest. However, I am obliged to offer these items as a token of the President’s gratitude.” He lifted a case onto the table and clicked it open. Insider were some shards and some dust, as well as a small controller. “I present for your temporary use the remains of the quantum mirror. They will be returned to us before you depart.”
“Absolutely.” The Doctor looked over the case. “Thank you, Senator.”
Kinsey snorted as he rose. “As for the rest of you, your continued alliance with this alien over the rest of your species gives me even more doubts about the intent of this program. I will be watching you.”
“Good day, Senator.” Everyone but Buffy rose as the Senator exited. She kept glaring at him while the Doctor rubbed her shoulders. Once he was safely out of her attack range, the Doctor returned his attention to the prize on the table.
“So, how does this thing work?” The Doctor tossed the controller over to Carter, who shrugged and handed it to Daniel.
“Well, you twist this dial.” Daniel shifted his glasses, frowned then apologized. “This may take a minute.”
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