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Fic: The Rod of Asclepius (7/15) (BtVS/DrWho/SG-1)
Title: The Rod of Asclepius (7/15)
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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.
Jack’s tongue swiped along the front of his teeth, his arms crossed. “I really don’t like that I can’t understand those two.”
Buffy looked over at him. “The TARDIS is translating for me, and I’m still barely getting the gist of what’s going on. Trust me, just let them hack it out with the technical terms and then we get to whack the bad guys.”
“It goes in and hijacks your brain?” Jack shuddered. “Didn’t like that when it happened to me.”
Buffy shrugged. “You get used to it. I forgot all about it until you pointed out that they’re speaking Asgardian or whatever.” She blew on the modified chip and inserted it into Teal’c’s staff weapon, which immediately charged. “Of course, it just makes me resent all those years of high school French even more.”
Teal’c’s eyes narrowed. “Are you currently speaking English?”
“What passes for it in California.” Buffy winked at them. “Doctor, prototype is up!”
Sam popped up over her rocket. “We’re set over here too.”
The Doctor wandered over to Carter and Jackson first, swiping the rocket with the sonic screwdriver. “Brilliant. Thor, can you have your ship launch this right away?”
Daniel leaned over towards Buffy. “He didn’t just ask Thor to shoot the rocket out his nose, right?”
Buffy grinned and tousled Daniel’s hair. “You’re getting closer.” She leaned back. “I could get used to this language genius thing.”
In the meantime the rocket had disappeared from the conference room in a flash, only to be replaced on the table with a variety of new components for Buffy and the group to familiarize themselves with. The Doctor’s speech returned to English. “Great. The rocket should distract the Replicators for an hour or so, mimicking the signature of the TARDIS and hyper-jumping around the system.”
“But there’s nothing in there they don’t already have, right?” Jack remained suspicious of this new alliance.
Carter shook her head. “Not one bolt. And when they do finally assimilate it, there’s an overriding command in there which boots a new primary process for them.”
“What’s that?” asked Buffy.
Carter beamed. “Provide a proof for P equals NP. And hey, if they break out of the cycle, at least we’ll have a mathematical breakthrough at the end of the day.”
Jack and Buffy stared at her. “So?”
The Doctor rolled his eyes. “Basically, we gave them a really hard problem to devote processor time towards. It won’t completely stop the replication drive, but this will slow their spread considerably as it disseminates among them, until they figure it out.”
Buffy hefted the staff. “Which is when this baby comes in?”
“No, no, these parts are for the long term treatment, and the rocket was the medium term solution." Buffy passed it to him for review. "This here is our short term friend, the isec particles will clog their works right up, worse than a lifetime of eating chips and watching telly all day.” He adjusted the staff using the screwdriver, then returned it to Buffy with a satisfied grin. "Okay, let’s give it a whirl. Thor?”
Thor gestured, and Buffy was teleported off. The SG team jumped up, shouting “Hey!”
The Doctor frowned. “What?”
Jack grabbed the Doctor by the collar and shoved him against the wall. Behind Jack was the even more alarming sight of Teal’c’s looming scowl. “Where did you send Buffy?”
“To test the modified staff weapon, of course.” The Doctor kept his voice calm.
On the other hand, Jack couldn’t keep from raising his. “Just like that? No armor, no briefing, just throw the little girl into the middle of that bug storm?”
“Yes. She’s very good at this sort of thing.”
Teal’c stared down at the Doctor. “She has never before encountered the Replicators, nor an Asgard ship, and she has not eaten or rested since your arrival on our base more than twelve hours ago. These are not the proper preparations for sending a warrior alone into battle.”
Daniel worked his way between the three men. “Doctor, we’re just a little alarmed at how quickly this is all going. We were expecting the weapon to be tested here before you sent anyone into the thick of things, isn’t that right Jack?”
Jack’s grip didn’t loosen. “Something like that. She’d better come back.”
The Doctor looked the colonel squarely in the eye. “And she will. If there’s one thing I know about that girl, it’s that she always comes back.” After a beat, O’Neill let the Doctor go. “We don’t have the luxuries of time or confined test subjects.”
“Then you should have sent me or Teal’c.”
The Doctor’s tone was soft. “I wouldn’t have had the same assurance.”
“Please, she is returning to us now,” Thor informed the group.
Buffy flashed back into the room, bearing the staff and a Replicator corpse, which she tossed at her companion. “Kills ‘em dead Doctor.” She passed the staff to Teal’c. “The lag time’s about twenty-five seconds from strike to shut down. Do not let yourself be surrounded. If we’re going to be planting the long term solution, I’d recommend a team of at least six, as many as ten men.” With a sigh, she collapsed into a chair.
Thor tilted his head. “As the ships in this system are all modified Asgard war vessels, six member teams would be ideal for their layouts.”
“You heard the little grey man. We’ll need at least five more of those bad boys.” Buffy stripped her jacket off to reveal a long, wide gash down her left shoulder, groaning. “Could someone call Doctor Frasier, this is going to need a field dressing.” Daniel and Carter rushed to her side, the Doctor prevented from doing so by O’Neill’s glare and Teal’c’s sturdy frame. “And a Diet Dr. Pepper with ice would be nice too.”
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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.
Jack’s tongue swiped along the front of his teeth, his arms crossed. “I really don’t like that I can’t understand those two.”
Buffy looked over at him. “The TARDIS is translating for me, and I’m still barely getting the gist of what’s going on. Trust me, just let them hack it out with the technical terms and then we get to whack the bad guys.”
“It goes in and hijacks your brain?” Jack shuddered. “Didn’t like that when it happened to me.”
Buffy shrugged. “You get used to it. I forgot all about it until you pointed out that they’re speaking Asgardian or whatever.” She blew on the modified chip and inserted it into Teal’c’s staff weapon, which immediately charged. “Of course, it just makes me resent all those years of high school French even more.”
Teal’c’s eyes narrowed. “Are you currently speaking English?”
“What passes for it in California.” Buffy winked at them. “Doctor, prototype is up!”
Sam popped up over her rocket. “We’re set over here too.”
The Doctor wandered over to Carter and Jackson first, swiping the rocket with the sonic screwdriver. “Brilliant. Thor, can you have your ship launch this right away?”
Daniel leaned over towards Buffy. “He didn’t just ask Thor to shoot the rocket out his nose, right?”
Buffy grinned and tousled Daniel’s hair. “You’re getting closer.” She leaned back. “I could get used to this language genius thing.”
In the meantime the rocket had disappeared from the conference room in a flash, only to be replaced on the table with a variety of new components for Buffy and the group to familiarize themselves with. The Doctor’s speech returned to English. “Great. The rocket should distract the Replicators for an hour or so, mimicking the signature of the TARDIS and hyper-jumping around the system.”
“But there’s nothing in there they don’t already have, right?” Jack remained suspicious of this new alliance.
Carter shook her head. “Not one bolt. And when they do finally assimilate it, there’s an overriding command in there which boots a new primary process for them.”
“What’s that?” asked Buffy.
Carter beamed. “Provide a proof for P equals NP. And hey, if they break out of the cycle, at least we’ll have a mathematical breakthrough at the end of the day.”
Jack and Buffy stared at her. “So?”
The Doctor rolled his eyes. “Basically, we gave them a really hard problem to devote processor time towards. It won’t completely stop the replication drive, but this will slow their spread considerably as it disseminates among them, until they figure it out.”
Buffy hefted the staff. “Which is when this baby comes in?”
“No, no, these parts are for the long term treatment, and the rocket was the medium term solution." Buffy passed it to him for review. "This here is our short term friend, the isec particles will clog their works right up, worse than a lifetime of eating chips and watching telly all day.” He adjusted the staff using the screwdriver, then returned it to Buffy with a satisfied grin. "Okay, let’s give it a whirl. Thor?”
Thor gestured, and Buffy was teleported off. The SG team jumped up, shouting “Hey!”
The Doctor frowned. “What?”
Jack grabbed the Doctor by the collar and shoved him against the wall. Behind Jack was the even more alarming sight of Teal’c’s looming scowl. “Where did you send Buffy?”
“To test the modified staff weapon, of course.” The Doctor kept his voice calm.
On the other hand, Jack couldn’t keep from raising his. “Just like that? No armor, no briefing, just throw the little girl into the middle of that bug storm?”
“Yes. She’s very good at this sort of thing.”
Teal’c stared down at the Doctor. “She has never before encountered the Replicators, nor an Asgard ship, and she has not eaten or rested since your arrival on our base more than twelve hours ago. These are not the proper preparations for sending a warrior alone into battle.”
Daniel worked his way between the three men. “Doctor, we’re just a little alarmed at how quickly this is all going. We were expecting the weapon to be tested here before you sent anyone into the thick of things, isn’t that right Jack?”
Jack’s grip didn’t loosen. “Something like that. She’d better come back.”
The Doctor looked the colonel squarely in the eye. “And she will. If there’s one thing I know about that girl, it’s that she always comes back.” After a beat, O’Neill let the Doctor go. “We don’t have the luxuries of time or confined test subjects.”
“Then you should have sent me or Teal’c.”
The Doctor’s tone was soft. “I wouldn’t have had the same assurance.”
“Please, she is returning to us now,” Thor informed the group.
Buffy flashed back into the room, bearing the staff and a Replicator corpse, which she tossed at her companion. “Kills ‘em dead Doctor.” She passed the staff to Teal’c. “The lag time’s about twenty-five seconds from strike to shut down. Do not let yourself be surrounded. If we’re going to be planting the long term solution, I’d recommend a team of at least six, as many as ten men.” With a sigh, she collapsed into a chair.
Thor tilted his head. “As the ships in this system are all modified Asgard war vessels, six member teams would be ideal for their layouts.”
“You heard the little grey man. We’ll need at least five more of those bad boys.” Buffy stripped her jacket off to reveal a long, wide gash down her left shoulder, groaning. “Could someone call Doctor Frasier, this is going to need a field dressing.” Daniel and Carter rushed to her side, the Doctor prevented from doing so by O’Neill’s glare and Teal’c’s sturdy frame. “And a Diet Dr. Pepper with ice would be nice too.”
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