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Fic: The Rod of Asclepius (10/15) (BtVS/DrWho/SG-1)
Title: The Rod of Asclepius (10/15)
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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.
The climate in the conference room was somehow icy. Buffy decided to bounce in through the door, and heard Jack stifling a chuckle.
“Thor, Doctor, Miss Summers, I would like you to meet Colonel Frank Simmons, the deputy sent by the NID and the President to confirm our support of your plans.” Hammond’s face scrunched and for a moment Buffy thought he might vomit. The colonel offered his hand to Buffy, and she gave it a slightly too firm shake. To be fair the man didn’t even wince. The Doctor’s grip was less than half hearted. Looking at Thor, Simmons hesitated.
“Such physical formalities are not necessary, Colonel Simmons,” offered Thor. Buffy watched the Doctor’s eyes roll discretely at the obvious relief on the colonel’s face.
“Also present is my SG1 team, I trust they need no introduction.” The General was approaching his chair.
“Absolutely sir. Please, let’s be seated.” Colonel Simmons took the seat opposite Hammond, while Thor and Buffy framed the Doctor and SG-1 occupied the other side. “I understand that time is of the essence, but I need to make sure that these plans General Hammond’s presented to me are in humanity’s best interest.”
“And I’m making sure they’re in this universe’s best interest.” The Doctor’s tone was flat.
Simmons cleared his throat. “It seems that you’ve devised a number of strategies and weapons capable of dealing with this threat, but there hasn’t been any assault on the invading ships yet. I have to admit I’m a little perplexed by the delay.”
Carter leaned forward. “We’ve already deployed several delaying strategies that the Doctor and the Asgard provided for us.”
“Asgard ships will shortly destroy the majority of the Replicator fleet,” added Thor.
“I hear that word, ‘majority,’ and wonder why it’s necessary.” Simmons was ignoring the rest of the room and staring at the Doctor. “Why are you not using your capabilities to destroy the entire threat to this planet, instead of using it as bait for this half-baked scam that’s only just been revealed to me?”
The Doctor sighed into the long pause. Daniel sensed his reticence and coughed to interrupt. “If we simply destroyed the fleet, more would come for us. The Doctor’s plan not only stops this invasion, it prevents any more.”
“But now they have weapons which can wipe the Replicators out, weapons I notice he’s only supplied to the Asgard. If you gave us the plans, we’d be well equipped to defend ourselves against any future Replicator invasions.”
“It’ll also assist the Asgard with their war against the Replicators,” added Jack.
“Colonel O’Neill, I’m stunned that you’d let these aliens use Earth as their lab rat, especially after his cavalier treatment of this young girl, over your objections.” Buffy held her breath. Jack leaned back in his seat.
The Doctor shook his head. “Such a big universe your world has been given to explore, and your mind so small.”
“Excuse me!” Colonel Simmons straightened his shoulders.
“Have you ever committed genocide, Colonel?”
“Of course not.”
“I have.” All eyes were now on the Doctor. “I’ve watched worlds burn. I made it happen.” Buffy struggled against her urge to reach for the Doctor, to comfort him. “Civilizations far greater than yours fear me.”
Simmons’ eyes narrowed. “Are you threatening me?”
“Not if I don’t need to.” The Doctor gave Buffy a passing glance. “This isn’t your war. I apologize that I’ve brought it here. I am doing my best to fix it. But I will not commit an unnecessary genocide.”
“They’re just machines.”
“They’re machines with the capability to become one of the most glorious races this universe has ever seen! All I have to do is to show them that destruction is not the only way, that there is greater beauty in creation, in innovation, than there is in mindless replication.” The Doctor’s voice grew raspy. “And in the face of this, you’d rather embrace destruction. What sort of destiny does that leave for you?”
“One free of this menace which has plagued even our most powerful allies.” Simmons and the Doctor stared at each other, before the colonel finally looked down. “You’re right, this isn’t our war. I see no reason to further assist you in it.”
Hammond spoke up. “You want us to stand down while our allies fight for our very existence?”
“If they insist on being so obstinate and placing our planet needlessly at risk, then yes. We’ll plan our own defense.”
“Without the Doctor we don’t have any defense!” Major Carter was shouting.
“We appear to have twelve of these modified staff weapons. I’m sure we can put them into larger scale production quickly.” The Colonel’s smile was greasy.
Buffy stared at the man. “I built one of those. I want it back.”
He turned to her. “Ah yes, Miss Summers. I understand that you’re human. Our nation is happy to offer you asylum from this lunatic alien’s schemes that have already caused you such grievous injuries.”
“I’ll stick with the Doctor’s plan, thank you. My staff weapon?”
The colonel licked his lips. “Made with our materials.”
“Made from my staff weapon,” interrupted Teal’c.
Frowning, the colonel nodded. “Fine then. It’s yours. Teal’c, however, I expect you to be available to train our soldiers in their use.”
The Jaffa’s eyes gleamed. “Yes sir. I have a training regimen in mind. I shall first teach the rest of SG-1 in the weapon’s operation.”
Simmons bit his lip under the stares of the rest of the room. “Surely they’ve already been exposed to it.”
“I would like to make sure of their expertise first before engaging anyone uninitiated.” He stood to loom over the colonel. “I have not had the chance to take many human pupils under my wing. Our first exercise shall be training for me, as well.”
Simmons swallowed. “Of course. No undue danger in that. Only SG-1.” The last statement was a command.
“Of course.” Teal’c crossed his arms.
General Hammond stood next, the rest of the room following his lead. “Then this meeting is concluded.”
“Yes, General. I regret that your visitor has been so intransigent.” He looked over the SG-1 team. “We cannot endanger our planet, or any more of our best and brightest in the name of preserving our enemies.” He turned to Thor. “The President sends his best wishes, even though we had hoped for a better outcome of this meeting. We look forward to working with the Asgard in the future.” His last remarks were pointed towards SG-1. “Whatever shows of bravery you feel the need to make, I’m sorry that the government will not support you in them. Major General?” Simmons saluted and departed.
Daniel sighed, Teal’c relaxed, Jack and Sam scowled, and Hammond shook his head. Buffy and the Doctor took each others hands. Thor tilted his head, “Shall I prepare for transport?”
Major Hammond nodded. “Teal’c, Colonel O’Neill, I trust you to keep the team safe during this training exercise. Be ready to embark within ten minutes.” The team nodded and moved.
"I can see why you like those NID folk so much," Buffy muttered to no one in particular.
Hammond shook his head. “Doctor, I sure hope you know what you’re doing.”
The Doctor grinned in return. “I may be a madman, but today, I’m your madman.”
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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.
The climate in the conference room was somehow icy. Buffy decided to bounce in through the door, and heard Jack stifling a chuckle.
“Thor, Doctor, Miss Summers, I would like you to meet Colonel Frank Simmons, the deputy sent by the NID and the President to confirm our support of your plans.” Hammond’s face scrunched and for a moment Buffy thought he might vomit. The colonel offered his hand to Buffy, and she gave it a slightly too firm shake. To be fair the man didn’t even wince. The Doctor’s grip was less than half hearted. Looking at Thor, Simmons hesitated.
“Such physical formalities are not necessary, Colonel Simmons,” offered Thor. Buffy watched the Doctor’s eyes roll discretely at the obvious relief on the colonel’s face.
“Also present is my SG1 team, I trust they need no introduction.” The General was approaching his chair.
“Absolutely sir. Please, let’s be seated.” Colonel Simmons took the seat opposite Hammond, while Thor and Buffy framed the Doctor and SG-1 occupied the other side. “I understand that time is of the essence, but I need to make sure that these plans General Hammond’s presented to me are in humanity’s best interest.”
“And I’m making sure they’re in this universe’s best interest.” The Doctor’s tone was flat.
Simmons cleared his throat. “It seems that you’ve devised a number of strategies and weapons capable of dealing with this threat, but there hasn’t been any assault on the invading ships yet. I have to admit I’m a little perplexed by the delay.”
Carter leaned forward. “We’ve already deployed several delaying strategies that the Doctor and the Asgard provided for us.”
“Asgard ships will shortly destroy the majority of the Replicator fleet,” added Thor.
“I hear that word, ‘majority,’ and wonder why it’s necessary.” Simmons was ignoring the rest of the room and staring at the Doctor. “Why are you not using your capabilities to destroy the entire threat to this planet, instead of using it as bait for this half-baked scam that’s only just been revealed to me?”
The Doctor sighed into the long pause. Daniel sensed his reticence and coughed to interrupt. “If we simply destroyed the fleet, more would come for us. The Doctor’s plan not only stops this invasion, it prevents any more.”
“But now they have weapons which can wipe the Replicators out, weapons I notice he’s only supplied to the Asgard. If you gave us the plans, we’d be well equipped to defend ourselves against any future Replicator invasions.”
“It’ll also assist the Asgard with their war against the Replicators,” added Jack.
“Colonel O’Neill, I’m stunned that you’d let these aliens use Earth as their lab rat, especially after his cavalier treatment of this young girl, over your objections.” Buffy held her breath. Jack leaned back in his seat.
The Doctor shook his head. “Such a big universe your world has been given to explore, and your mind so small.”
“Excuse me!” Colonel Simmons straightened his shoulders.
“Have you ever committed genocide, Colonel?”
“Of course not.”
“I have.” All eyes were now on the Doctor. “I’ve watched worlds burn. I made it happen.” Buffy struggled against her urge to reach for the Doctor, to comfort him. “Civilizations far greater than yours fear me.”
Simmons’ eyes narrowed. “Are you threatening me?”
“Not if I don’t need to.” The Doctor gave Buffy a passing glance. “This isn’t your war. I apologize that I’ve brought it here. I am doing my best to fix it. But I will not commit an unnecessary genocide.”
“They’re just machines.”
“They’re machines with the capability to become one of the most glorious races this universe has ever seen! All I have to do is to show them that destruction is not the only way, that there is greater beauty in creation, in innovation, than there is in mindless replication.” The Doctor’s voice grew raspy. “And in the face of this, you’d rather embrace destruction. What sort of destiny does that leave for you?”
“One free of this menace which has plagued even our most powerful allies.” Simmons and the Doctor stared at each other, before the colonel finally looked down. “You’re right, this isn’t our war. I see no reason to further assist you in it.”
Hammond spoke up. “You want us to stand down while our allies fight for our very existence?”
“If they insist on being so obstinate and placing our planet needlessly at risk, then yes. We’ll plan our own defense.”
“Without the Doctor we don’t have any defense!” Major Carter was shouting.
“We appear to have twelve of these modified staff weapons. I’m sure we can put them into larger scale production quickly.” The Colonel’s smile was greasy.
Buffy stared at the man. “I built one of those. I want it back.”
He turned to her. “Ah yes, Miss Summers. I understand that you’re human. Our nation is happy to offer you asylum from this lunatic alien’s schemes that have already caused you such grievous injuries.”
“I’ll stick with the Doctor’s plan, thank you. My staff weapon?”
The colonel licked his lips. “Made with our materials.”
“Made from my staff weapon,” interrupted Teal’c.
Frowning, the colonel nodded. “Fine then. It’s yours. Teal’c, however, I expect you to be available to train our soldiers in their use.”
The Jaffa’s eyes gleamed. “Yes sir. I have a training regimen in mind. I shall first teach the rest of SG-1 in the weapon’s operation.”
Simmons bit his lip under the stares of the rest of the room. “Surely they’ve already been exposed to it.”
“I would like to make sure of their expertise first before engaging anyone uninitiated.” He stood to loom over the colonel. “I have not had the chance to take many human pupils under my wing. Our first exercise shall be training for me, as well.”
Simmons swallowed. “Of course. No undue danger in that. Only SG-1.” The last statement was a command.
“Of course.” Teal’c crossed his arms.
General Hammond stood next, the rest of the room following his lead. “Then this meeting is concluded.”
“Yes, General. I regret that your visitor has been so intransigent.” He looked over the SG-1 team. “We cannot endanger our planet, or any more of our best and brightest in the name of preserving our enemies.” He turned to Thor. “The President sends his best wishes, even though we had hoped for a better outcome of this meeting. We look forward to working with the Asgard in the future.” His last remarks were pointed towards SG-1. “Whatever shows of bravery you feel the need to make, I’m sorry that the government will not support you in them. Major General?” Simmons saluted and departed.
Daniel sighed, Teal’c relaxed, Jack and Sam scowled, and Hammond shook his head. Buffy and the Doctor took each others hands. Thor tilted his head, “Shall I prepare for transport?”
Major Hammond nodded. “Teal’c, Colonel O’Neill, I trust you to keep the team safe during this training exercise. Be ready to embark within ten minutes.” The team nodded and moved.
"I can see why you like those NID folk so much," Buffy muttered to no one in particular.
Hammond shook his head. “Doctor, I sure hope you know what you’re doing.”
The Doctor grinned in return. “I may be a madman, but today, I’m your madman.”
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