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moragmacpherson) wrote2009-01-20 01:12 am
moragmacpherson) wrote2009-01-20 01:12 am
Fic: The Rod of Asclepius (12/15) (BtVS/DrWho/SG-1)
Title: The Rod of Asclepius (12/15)
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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.
There was warm softness around her, which was a nice change from inside of her head, where it was all ringing pain, and the rest of her which stung all over. The desert conditions in her mouth had returned, and she scrunched her face, wincing from the pain. A straw brushed against her lips, and Buffy sucked on it gratefully, then sighed. Pleasantly cool fingers brushed against her face, pushing poking itchy strands of hair out of it, and she moaned as she moved to clutch the fingers and her whole body protested.
There was a familiar chuckle. “I think it’s time to drug her again.”
“No,” she cried, this time managing to grab the manly, hairy hand.
“It’s okay Buffy, we’ll still be here when you come back,” soothed a woman’s voice. Then it was pleasantly warm and soft in her head, and that was okay.
The next time Buffy was aware of a staple digging into her butt. She shifted onto her side, but there was now a pair of staples digging into her hip, and she grunted. The curtain to her left swished aside and an eye-patch wearing Colonel O’Neill glared at her. “Quit making so much noise.”
“Jack?”
“Yes, Buffy.”
“Is everyone?”
“Everyone’s fine. Everybody except you and me are asleep. Thor was by a little while ago, your Doctor’s plan worked out all right. He and Thor are up on the ship, making a few last arrangements.” Jack turned onto his back.
“Your eye?”
“My eye’s fine, it’s just not going to be very pretty to look at for the next few days. Maybe I’ll get a job with S.H.I.E.L.D.” Buffy laughed. “Good, you know your comics.”
“No, I was friends with a comic geek. But it’s almost the same thing.” She reached over to the table and poured a glass of water, which she sipped from. “How long was I out?”
“It's three in the morning now, so about a day and a half.” He wiped her spray of water off of his face. “Thank you. You looked like raw meat when I woke up. Daniel said you'd regrown a lot of skin since we’d transported out. I still wouldn’t look in a mirror quite yet if I were you.” He sighed. “You’re lucky to be alive.”
Buffy shrugged, ignoring the pain. “I got the job done.”
“The Doctor didn’t even have a scratch on him.”
“Like I said, I got the job done.”
Jack moved back on his side, ignoring the nausea. “I can’t even begin to really understand it, can I? I mean, I’m all for bravery and sacrifice, but you-“ He stopped. “You don’t even think about it do you?”
“I do.” Buffy looked up at the ceiling. “At least when I’m doing it with him, I know it was my choice. I choose the fights. And, it’s a long story, but honest, it makes a big difference. With him, I’m not a pawn any more. I’m his queen.”
Jack frowned. “I’m not sure I follow you.”
“That’s okay.” She heard the beds creak, and the pat of his feet on the floor. His weight settled next to her hip, and he took her hand. Jack O’Neill looked in her eyes, needing to know the truth.
“So it’s worth it?”
She smiled up at him. “Oh yeah.”
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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.
There was warm softness around her, which was a nice change from inside of her head, where it was all ringing pain, and the rest of her which stung all over. The desert conditions in her mouth had returned, and she scrunched her face, wincing from the pain. A straw brushed against her lips, and Buffy sucked on it gratefully, then sighed. Pleasantly cool fingers brushed against her face, pushing poking itchy strands of hair out of it, and she moaned as she moved to clutch the fingers and her whole body protested.
There was a familiar chuckle. “I think it’s time to drug her again.”
“No,” she cried, this time managing to grab the manly, hairy hand.
“It’s okay Buffy, we’ll still be here when you come back,” soothed a woman’s voice. Then it was pleasantly warm and soft in her head, and that was okay.
The next time Buffy was aware of a staple digging into her butt. She shifted onto her side, but there was now a pair of staples digging into her hip, and she grunted. The curtain to her left swished aside and an eye-patch wearing Colonel O’Neill glared at her. “Quit making so much noise.”
“Jack?”
“Yes, Buffy.”
“Is everyone?”
“Everyone’s fine. Everybody except you and me are asleep. Thor was by a little while ago, your Doctor’s plan worked out all right. He and Thor are up on the ship, making a few last arrangements.” Jack turned onto his back.
“Your eye?”
“My eye’s fine, it’s just not going to be very pretty to look at for the next few days. Maybe I’ll get a job with S.H.I.E.L.D.” Buffy laughed. “Good, you know your comics.”
“No, I was friends with a comic geek. But it’s almost the same thing.” She reached over to the table and poured a glass of water, which she sipped from. “How long was I out?”
“It's three in the morning now, so about a day and a half.” He wiped her spray of water off of his face. “Thank you. You looked like raw meat when I woke up. Daniel said you'd regrown a lot of skin since we’d transported out. I still wouldn’t look in a mirror quite yet if I were you.” He sighed. “You’re lucky to be alive.”
Buffy shrugged, ignoring the pain. “I got the job done.”
“The Doctor didn’t even have a scratch on him.”
“Like I said, I got the job done.”
Jack moved back on his side, ignoring the nausea. “I can’t even begin to really understand it, can I? I mean, I’m all for bravery and sacrifice, but you-“ He stopped. “You don’t even think about it do you?”
“I do.” Buffy looked up at the ceiling. “At least when I’m doing it with him, I know it was my choice. I choose the fights. And, it’s a long story, but honest, it makes a big difference. With him, I’m not a pawn any more. I’m his queen.”
Jack frowned. “I’m not sure I follow you.”
“That’s okay.” She heard the beds creak, and the pat of his feet on the floor. His weight settled next to her hip, and he took her hand. Jack O’Neill looked in her eyes, needing to know the truth.
“So it’s worth it?”
She smiled up at him. “Oh yeah.”
Next