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Fic: The Rod of Asclepius (6/15) (BtVS/DrWho/SG-1)
Title: The Rod of Asclepius (6/15)
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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.
Buffy grabbed a handful of socks out of her drawer. “I don’t understand why we can’t just leave,” she shouted.
“Because the Replicators are a very specific type of thick that’s almost clever. They know the TARDIS is more advanced technology than they’ve ever encountered. If it just disappears, they’re going to assume that it has cloaking abilities, and come here anyway just to make sure. On their way, they’ll infest this planet, and as they’ve been rather nice to us, I’d rather not have that happen.” The Doctor was calling from the control room. “Sam, we don’t have a lot of time, are you just going to goggle from the threshold or are you going to help me gather parts?”
“But it’s-“
“Bigger on the inside!” called out both the Doctor and Buffy. “We know!”
“I knew, but this is- wow.” Carter drifted into the console room, head spinning figuratively and physically.
“I know, she’s lovely, here, haul this box out.” The Doctor handed her a banker’s box full of jangling items.
“What are these for?”
“Distraction. I’m going to power down the TARDIS, so she’s more difficult for the Replicators to find. Still, I don’t want them to be targeting any place on Earth other than this facility, so I need them to lock onto these gadgets. This way, if they actually do infiltrate the mountain, we’ll have a little more time before they locate the jackpot.” He twisted her back towards the door. “And some of them might actually be useful. Now shift.”
Buffy hustled into the console room. “Okay, I’m packed; the back rooms are dark; anything else I should carry?”
“Yeah, take this.” He handed her the extrapolator, then caressed the control panel one last time. “I shall return my love.” The Doctor followed Buffy outside and locked the door behind him. He turned the screwdriver to setting 376a and flashed it at the TARDIS.
“Ow! Warn me next time!” Buffy’s key, normally kept warm by her body heat in her back pocket, suddenly flared hot, then was painfully cold.
“Sorry Buffy. The keys are the only thing that will turn the TARDIS back on now, don’t lose it.”
“Never have before, have I?” Buffy and the Doctor shared a long look before he nodded and hugged her. “We’ll beat this and we’ll get home.”
“Of course we will.” The Doctor pressed a kiss to her forehead. Sam tried not to watch the two strangers suddenly clinging to each other, sensing in their abrupt affection the very real peril that faced the planet. After a few moments she felt obliged to remind them of this danger and coughed. “Right.” The Doctor released Buffy and they followed Carter back to her lab. Behind them, workers began assembling a quarantine crate around the TARDIS made from the same material as the iris.
Daniel relieved Carter of her burden. “Find anything useful in there?”
“A couple things.” She explained the Doctor’s distraction plan to him while the Doctor and Buffy experimented on one of the Replicator units with the sonic screwdriver and a deschal resonator.
“Anything yet?”
Buffy frowned. “Sounds like… Mexican radio?”
“No, that’s not right.” The Doctor hit the side of the resonator with the heel of his palm.
“Much better. But… too fast, I can’t understand it.”
“Here, give it to me.” The Doctor took the receiver from Buffy and held it to his ear. “Childish gibberish. It’s pulling atoms out of the glass, still trying to replicate. At least a silica Replicator will be easy to disable. ‘Awaiting input command’? That could prove useful.”
General Hammond entered the room. “Do you have a plan yet to get rid of the holy hell you’ve brought down upon us?”
The Doctor grimaced. “Working on it.”
Buffy turned to the General. “He’s listening to one of its internal monologues right now.”
“Ah, yes. Dammit. It did send a signal.” The Doctor scribbled down a variety of numbers. “Do we know where they originated from yet?”
“No, Doctor,” responded Carter.
“Well, then these coordinates of the responders to its call aren’t going to be very useful because I have no frame of reference.” He slid the papers down the table and tilted his head to look up at Hammond. “Any sign of your Asgard friends yet?”
Hammond replied, “Colonel O'Neill disappeared in a flash of white light about five minutes ago. We’re expecting his return with reinforcements any time now.”
“Good.” The Doctor put down the receiver and rummaged through the banker’s box, withdrawing a box the size of a laptop battery. He pointed the sonic screwdriver at it, then handed it to Carter. “Sam, you have a hookup to satellite telemetry here, right?”
“Of course.”
“Wire this into it. When a Replicator ship enters the system the red diode will light up.” Sam took off with the box, and the Doctor returned to listening to the resonator.
Hammond watched the array of activity before him. “I just hope I’m putting my trust in the right place.”
“Oh, you are.” Buffy put a hand on the General’s shoulder and squeezed. “Just give him a whiff of global destruction and then he gets really creative.”
Hammond pulled the girl’s head down so he could whisper in her ear. “I’ve had to alert various factions of our government to the impending danger and your presence. I’ve been advised to keep you two under guard and to respond to any of your requests with caution. Men whom you’d rather not meet are on their way here, and when they arrive things will become considerably messier.”
Buffy’s eyes widened. “Why are you telling me this?”
Hammond sighed. “Because I’ve learned over the past few years that when Major Carter and Doctor Jackson believe there is only one solution to a problem, they are usually correct. And they seem to think very highly of your Doctor.” Buffy and Hammond watched Jackson assemble machinery to handwritten notes in the Doctor’s scrawl. “Also, you remind me of my daughter and the thought of you in NID custody turns my stomach." He gave her a wink and let his gentle hold on her neck go, turning to face her. "By deferring to Major Carter’s judgment regarding these technical matters, I am obeying the order for caution, but I cannot disobey any direct orders I receive regarding you. Do you understand?”
“I do General. Thank you.”
There was a flash of white light and then Jack and Thor appeared in the lab. Buffy shrieked, jumped back and landed in Daniel’s arms. “Miss us much?” asked Jack.
Thor turned to the Doctor. “Time Lord?”
“Yes, that’s me. Thor, I presume?”
Thor tilted his head and slowly blinked. “Your species had destroyed itself and severed all ties with our dimension.”
The Doctor stood and drew to his full height. “Yes, and no. I’m the last survivor of Gallifrey, and since the end of the war, I seem to keep stumbling across stray connections of the old tapestry.”
Thor looked to the humans around them. “Then for their account, you will reverse your senate’s decision? You will help us?”
The Doctor knelt and crossed his arms over his chest. “I’ll have no part in genocide, but I swear I will do my best.”
Breathless, Carter ran into the lab. “General! Doctor!”
“What, Major?”
“Sir, the diode exploded.” She turned to Jack. “They’re here sir.”
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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.
Buffy grabbed a handful of socks out of her drawer. “I don’t understand why we can’t just leave,” she shouted.
“Because the Replicators are a very specific type of thick that’s almost clever. They know the TARDIS is more advanced technology than they’ve ever encountered. If it just disappears, they’re going to assume that it has cloaking abilities, and come here anyway just to make sure. On their way, they’ll infest this planet, and as they’ve been rather nice to us, I’d rather not have that happen.” The Doctor was calling from the control room. “Sam, we don’t have a lot of time, are you just going to goggle from the threshold or are you going to help me gather parts?”
“But it’s-“
“Bigger on the inside!” called out both the Doctor and Buffy. “We know!”
“I knew, but this is- wow.” Carter drifted into the console room, head spinning figuratively and physically.
“I know, she’s lovely, here, haul this box out.” The Doctor handed her a banker’s box full of jangling items.
“What are these for?”
“Distraction. I’m going to power down the TARDIS, so she’s more difficult for the Replicators to find. Still, I don’t want them to be targeting any place on Earth other than this facility, so I need them to lock onto these gadgets. This way, if they actually do infiltrate the mountain, we’ll have a little more time before they locate the jackpot.” He twisted her back towards the door. “And some of them might actually be useful. Now shift.”
Buffy hustled into the console room. “Okay, I’m packed; the back rooms are dark; anything else I should carry?”
“Yeah, take this.” He handed her the extrapolator, then caressed the control panel one last time. “I shall return my love.” The Doctor followed Buffy outside and locked the door behind him. He turned the screwdriver to setting 376a and flashed it at the TARDIS.
“Ow! Warn me next time!” Buffy’s key, normally kept warm by her body heat in her back pocket, suddenly flared hot, then was painfully cold.
“Sorry Buffy. The keys are the only thing that will turn the TARDIS back on now, don’t lose it.”
“Never have before, have I?” Buffy and the Doctor shared a long look before he nodded and hugged her. “We’ll beat this and we’ll get home.”
“Of course we will.” The Doctor pressed a kiss to her forehead. Sam tried not to watch the two strangers suddenly clinging to each other, sensing in their abrupt affection the very real peril that faced the planet. After a few moments she felt obliged to remind them of this danger and coughed. “Right.” The Doctor released Buffy and they followed Carter back to her lab. Behind them, workers began assembling a quarantine crate around the TARDIS made from the same material as the iris.
Daniel relieved Carter of her burden. “Find anything useful in there?”
“A couple things.” She explained the Doctor’s distraction plan to him while the Doctor and Buffy experimented on one of the Replicator units with the sonic screwdriver and a deschal resonator.
“Anything yet?”
Buffy frowned. “Sounds like… Mexican radio?”
“No, that’s not right.” The Doctor hit the side of the resonator with the heel of his palm.
“Much better. But… too fast, I can’t understand it.”
“Here, give it to me.” The Doctor took the receiver from Buffy and held it to his ear. “Childish gibberish. It’s pulling atoms out of the glass, still trying to replicate. At least a silica Replicator will be easy to disable. ‘Awaiting input command’? That could prove useful.”
General Hammond entered the room. “Do you have a plan yet to get rid of the holy hell you’ve brought down upon us?”
The Doctor grimaced. “Working on it.”
Buffy turned to the General. “He’s listening to one of its internal monologues right now.”
“Ah, yes. Dammit. It did send a signal.” The Doctor scribbled down a variety of numbers. “Do we know where they originated from yet?”
“No, Doctor,” responded Carter.
“Well, then these coordinates of the responders to its call aren’t going to be very useful because I have no frame of reference.” He slid the papers down the table and tilted his head to look up at Hammond. “Any sign of your Asgard friends yet?”
Hammond replied, “Colonel O'Neill disappeared in a flash of white light about five minutes ago. We’re expecting his return with reinforcements any time now.”
“Good.” The Doctor put down the receiver and rummaged through the banker’s box, withdrawing a box the size of a laptop battery. He pointed the sonic screwdriver at it, then handed it to Carter. “Sam, you have a hookup to satellite telemetry here, right?”
“Of course.”
“Wire this into it. When a Replicator ship enters the system the red diode will light up.” Sam took off with the box, and the Doctor returned to listening to the resonator.
Hammond watched the array of activity before him. “I just hope I’m putting my trust in the right place.”
“Oh, you are.” Buffy put a hand on the General’s shoulder and squeezed. “Just give him a whiff of global destruction and then he gets really creative.”
Hammond pulled the girl’s head down so he could whisper in her ear. “I’ve had to alert various factions of our government to the impending danger and your presence. I’ve been advised to keep you two under guard and to respond to any of your requests with caution. Men whom you’d rather not meet are on their way here, and when they arrive things will become considerably messier.”
Buffy’s eyes widened. “Why are you telling me this?”
Hammond sighed. “Because I’ve learned over the past few years that when Major Carter and Doctor Jackson believe there is only one solution to a problem, they are usually correct. And they seem to think very highly of your Doctor.” Buffy and Hammond watched Jackson assemble machinery to handwritten notes in the Doctor’s scrawl. “Also, you remind me of my daughter and the thought of you in NID custody turns my stomach." He gave her a wink and let his gentle hold on her neck go, turning to face her. "By deferring to Major Carter’s judgment regarding these technical matters, I am obeying the order for caution, but I cannot disobey any direct orders I receive regarding you. Do you understand?”
“I do General. Thank you.”
There was a flash of white light and then Jack and Thor appeared in the lab. Buffy shrieked, jumped back and landed in Daniel’s arms. “Miss us much?” asked Jack.
Thor turned to the Doctor. “Time Lord?”
“Yes, that’s me. Thor, I presume?”
Thor tilted his head and slowly blinked. “Your species had destroyed itself and severed all ties with our dimension.”
The Doctor stood and drew to his full height. “Yes, and no. I’m the last survivor of Gallifrey, and since the end of the war, I seem to keep stumbling across stray connections of the old tapestry.”
Thor looked to the humans around them. “Then for their account, you will reverse your senate’s decision? You will help us?”
The Doctor knelt and crossed his arms over his chest. “I’ll have no part in genocide, but I swear I will do my best.”
Breathless, Carter ran into the lab. “General! Doctor!”
“What, Major?”
“Sir, the diode exploded.” She turned to Jack. “They’re here sir.”
Next