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moragmacpherson) wrote2009-01-20 01:08 am
moragmacpherson) wrote2009-01-20 01:08 am
Fic: The Rod of Asclepius (8/15) (BtVS/DrWho/SG-1)
Title: The Rod of Asclepius (8/15)
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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 world was blurry for a few seconds, so Buffy closed her eyes, pressed her face into the pillow and bit back nausea while her eyes and inner ear settled an argument over exactly which direction was up. The wave passed, and she opened her eyes again to see a sideways version of Doctor Frasier. “You drugged me.”
“You left a pint of blood on my floor. I think we’re even.” Janet smiled. “I’ve got your soda if you want it.”
“Shouldn’t have drugged me.” Buffy locked her eyes back shut. “What did you use, don’t usually…” She gave up the pursuit for the words as futile and instead elected to shake her right fist in the air.
“It’s derived from a plant we found on another planet. We use it on Teal’c when he needs it.” Her eyebrows arched. “We use half the dose we gave you on Teal’c, and even so, you’re up early.”
One of the doctor’s first statements finally registered with Buffy. “Soda!” Janet placed the straw between the girl’s lips and Buffy drank to quell the sandstorm in her mouth. “Thank you. Still shouldn’t have drugged me. We don’t have time. Where’s the Doctor?”
“Still working on his big solution. He’s been in and out of here, despite Colonel O’Neill’s and Teal’c’s best efforts.” Janet shook her head.
“Why’s that?”
Janet gave Buffy another sip from the soda. “They were a little disturbed by his treatment of you. General Hammond wants to have a talk with you as well.”
“Treats me fine. The bug got lucky. I’ll be good to go in a few minutes.” Buffy twitched the shoulder and through considerable effort showed no sign of pain. “Staples?”
“Yes, the Doctor was insistent on that point.”
“Good man. Stitches get itchy.”
Janet nodded. “Normally I’d say that you’re an idiot for thinking you could get back into the fight so quickly. However, after an hour, your wound looks like it’s been healing for four days.”
“After an hour?!” Buffy lunged to her feet. “Definitely ready to go.”
Janet placed a hand on her shoulder. “No Buffy. General Hammond needs to talk to you first. I can arrange for that meeting to occur over a meal, but you’re not leaving this infirmary without his clearance and mine.”
“Food?” Buffy wobbled on her feet. Slayer healing took its own price. “Okay, but quick, please?”
Doctor Frasier handed her the drink. “I’ll go let him know that you’re awake.”
A few minutes later the General Hammond came to her bedside, Jack and Daniel bearing a tray behind him. “Hi guys. I’m feeling much better now, thanks. How’s the fight going?” She sniffed the contents of the sandwich, picked it up and took a showy bite.
“So far the combined tactics of the Asgard and the Doctor have kept the Replicator ships from entering the Earth’s orbit, and assembly continues on the weapon plans that the Doctor and Thor have supplied.” Hammond watched the girl swallow. “However, due to his actions, I am beginning to regret your advice about trusting that Doctor. His recklessness could have easily cost you your life. I don’t know how I feel about entrusting six billion lives to that sort of attitude.”
“It’s just a big misunderstanding.” Two carrot sticks disappeared into her mouth. “He and I talked it over, it was a good plan, I missed the one that got me. I didn’t tell these guys because I figured if we didn’t request it, you wouldn’t have to treat it with caution.”
O’Neill crossed his arms. “He throws you to the wolves like that often?”
Buffy gave him a predatory smile. “Being thrown to the wolves isn’t such a bad thing if you’re a tiger.” She made slurping noises with her soda, poking at the ice with the straw. “Or if you have a really cool laser weapon.”
Daniel sat on the bed. “We know that you’re a very talented fighter, Buffy. But there’s such a thing as Stockholm syndrome, and I think that because of your relationship with him, you’re underestimating the kinds of danger that he places you in.”
Chuckling, Buffy dug into her jello. “You guys should have seen the kind of danger I got into before I met the Doctor. If anything, I’m way more cautious than I used to be.” She licked the spoon, then balanced it upright on her fingertips. “So, the gist of this is that you think the Doctor is a mad scientist who pushes people into dangerous situations they don’t understand.” She stared at the point of light on the spoon’s bowl, then met Jack’s stare. “You’re right. He does it all the time. The thing about the Doctor is he doesn’t see people the way we think we are. He sees us the way we can be. So if he thinks that I can fight my way through a ship full of robot bugs to make sure that his latest toy will save the world, you better believe there’s gonna be a lot more dead robo-bugs when I’m done. He says you guys have the know-how to beat your gold enemies, then you’ve got it. Sometimes you just need to hear him say it first.” She flipped the spoon up and it landed bowl first clattering in the jello cup, and looked in turn at the three men by her bedside. “He says we’re going to win this. Does that work for you?”
Hammond pressed his lips together. Daniel looked down. O’Neill kept his eyes locked with Buffy, then nodded. “Sounds like a plan to me.” With those words, the tension lifted out of the room.
Buffy flexed her shoulder and found it much less irksome, if still a little stiff. “Can I please shower up and get back to work then, General?”
“It sounds like we all have our work cut out for us. You’re free to rejoin us pending Doctor Frasier’s clearance. Let’s all get on with this.” Hammond gave her an approving nod and the men turned about to leave.
“Just, take care,” Daniel added softly.
Buffy caught his hand. “I will. And next time, Jack, I’ll wear body armor.”
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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 world was blurry for a few seconds, so Buffy closed her eyes, pressed her face into the pillow and bit back nausea while her eyes and inner ear settled an argument over exactly which direction was up. The wave passed, and she opened her eyes again to see a sideways version of Doctor Frasier. “You drugged me.”
“You left a pint of blood on my floor. I think we’re even.” Janet smiled. “I’ve got your soda if you want it.”
“Shouldn’t have drugged me.” Buffy locked her eyes back shut. “What did you use, don’t usually…” She gave up the pursuit for the words as futile and instead elected to shake her right fist in the air.
“It’s derived from a plant we found on another planet. We use it on Teal’c when he needs it.” Her eyebrows arched. “We use half the dose we gave you on Teal’c, and even so, you’re up early.”
One of the doctor’s first statements finally registered with Buffy. “Soda!” Janet placed the straw between the girl’s lips and Buffy drank to quell the sandstorm in her mouth. “Thank you. Still shouldn’t have drugged me. We don’t have time. Where’s the Doctor?”
“Still working on his big solution. He’s been in and out of here, despite Colonel O’Neill’s and Teal’c’s best efforts.” Janet shook her head.
“Why’s that?”
Janet gave Buffy another sip from the soda. “They were a little disturbed by his treatment of you. General Hammond wants to have a talk with you as well.”
“Treats me fine. The bug got lucky. I’ll be good to go in a few minutes.” Buffy twitched the shoulder and through considerable effort showed no sign of pain. “Staples?”
“Yes, the Doctor was insistent on that point.”
“Good man. Stitches get itchy.”
Janet nodded. “Normally I’d say that you’re an idiot for thinking you could get back into the fight so quickly. However, after an hour, your wound looks like it’s been healing for four days.”
“After an hour?!” Buffy lunged to her feet. “Definitely ready to go.”
Janet placed a hand on her shoulder. “No Buffy. General Hammond needs to talk to you first. I can arrange for that meeting to occur over a meal, but you’re not leaving this infirmary without his clearance and mine.”
“Food?” Buffy wobbled on her feet. Slayer healing took its own price. “Okay, but quick, please?”
Doctor Frasier handed her the drink. “I’ll go let him know that you’re awake.”
A few minutes later the General Hammond came to her bedside, Jack and Daniel bearing a tray behind him. “Hi guys. I’m feeling much better now, thanks. How’s the fight going?” She sniffed the contents of the sandwich, picked it up and took a showy bite.
“So far the combined tactics of the Asgard and the Doctor have kept the Replicator ships from entering the Earth’s orbit, and assembly continues on the weapon plans that the Doctor and Thor have supplied.” Hammond watched the girl swallow. “However, due to his actions, I am beginning to regret your advice about trusting that Doctor. His recklessness could have easily cost you your life. I don’t know how I feel about entrusting six billion lives to that sort of attitude.”
“It’s just a big misunderstanding.” Two carrot sticks disappeared into her mouth. “He and I talked it over, it was a good plan, I missed the one that got me. I didn’t tell these guys because I figured if we didn’t request it, you wouldn’t have to treat it with caution.”
O’Neill crossed his arms. “He throws you to the wolves like that often?”
Buffy gave him a predatory smile. “Being thrown to the wolves isn’t such a bad thing if you’re a tiger.” She made slurping noises with her soda, poking at the ice with the straw. “Or if you have a really cool laser weapon.”
Daniel sat on the bed. “We know that you’re a very talented fighter, Buffy. But there’s such a thing as Stockholm syndrome, and I think that because of your relationship with him, you’re underestimating the kinds of danger that he places you in.”
Chuckling, Buffy dug into her jello. “You guys should have seen the kind of danger I got into before I met the Doctor. If anything, I’m way more cautious than I used to be.” She licked the spoon, then balanced it upright on her fingertips. “So, the gist of this is that you think the Doctor is a mad scientist who pushes people into dangerous situations they don’t understand.” She stared at the point of light on the spoon’s bowl, then met Jack’s stare. “You’re right. He does it all the time. The thing about the Doctor is he doesn’t see people the way we think we are. He sees us the way we can be. So if he thinks that I can fight my way through a ship full of robot bugs to make sure that his latest toy will save the world, you better believe there’s gonna be a lot more dead robo-bugs when I’m done. He says you guys have the know-how to beat your gold enemies, then you’ve got it. Sometimes you just need to hear him say it first.” She flipped the spoon up and it landed bowl first clattering in the jello cup, and looked in turn at the three men by her bedside. “He says we’re going to win this. Does that work for you?”
Hammond pressed his lips together. Daniel looked down. O’Neill kept his eyes locked with Buffy, then nodded. “Sounds like a plan to me.” With those words, the tension lifted out of the room.
Buffy flexed her shoulder and found it much less irksome, if still a little stiff. “Can I please shower up and get back to work then, General?”
“It sounds like we all have our work cut out for us. You’re free to rejoin us pending Doctor Frasier’s clearance. Let’s all get on with this.” Hammond gave her an approving nod and the men turned about to leave.
“Just, take care,” Daniel added softly.
Buffy caught his hand. “I will. And next time, Jack, I’ll wear body armor.”
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