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moragmacpherson) wrote2009-01-20 01:05 am
moragmacpherson) wrote2009-01-20 01:05 am
Fic: The Rod of Asclepius (5/15) (BtVS/DrWho/SG-
Title: The Rod of Asclepius (5/15)
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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.
“It’s okay.”
Teal’c looked down upon the slim girl at the other side of the gym. “I am uncomfortable making this attack.”
Buffy scuffed the mat with her heel. “On little ol’ me? Hey, no, great, I love men who don’t like to hit women. I’m just here to prove a point to your comrade over there, and well, you’re the strongest guy around. Probably were even before you had that,” she scrunched her face up, “thingy put in your stomach. Which reminds me, if I punch you in the stomach…”
“With sufficient strength, it is possible to penetrate the pouch and damage the symbiote,” allowed Teal’c.
Buffy gagged. “Okay. No gut shots with you.”
“I do not think-“
“Oh, I’m sure you don’t, I just think it’s a little intimate for our first spar. Or, ever.” Buffy shook out her whole body and jumped in place a couple times. “Now, c’mon, give me a good shot.”
“If that is your wish.” Teal’c took a deep breath and brought his staff to the ready. He approached the young woman and made a hesitant jab at her, which she blocked. They parried each others’ blows, the force and speed increasing as Teal’c became more comfortable with her reactions.
“Your moves are efficient.”
“Thank you sir. You’re not so bad yourself.” She nocked her staff behind his knee to pull it out from under him, but he recovered and swung the staff down on her head so she had to roll back to dodge. She used the momentum to push herself back to her feet, then swung back at him.
The Doctor dived to the ground as he entered the room to avoid the shard of staff that was flying his way. “Whoa Buffy! Who are you fighting now?”
After her staff had broken his apart, Buffy had used the moment of surprise to throw herself at Teal’c, whom she now had pinned on his stomach with both arms behind his back and her weight resting on his bent left knee. “Oh, you know me Doctor, just a friendly little match against my new buddy Teal’c here. Uncle?”
“What do you mean by this? I am not your relation.” Teal’c’s breathing was quick and shallow.
“She wants to know if you surrender,” provided O’Neill.
“Ah. Yes. I can see no alternative at this juncture.”
“Good.” Buffy pushed off, brushing her hands together before offering one to Teal’c, who accepted. “Nice work there, you almost had me at that roll.”
“You showed yourself a competent fighter as well. I have not encountered a warrior of your speed or strength on this planet. I should like to see you compete against my master, Bre’tac.” Teal’c gave her a slight bow at the waist.
“If he shows up, I’m happy to oblige.” She wiped her brow with her t-shirt. “So, Jack, believe me now?”
“If Teal’c called you a competent fighter, you’re probably a force to be reckoned with, I’ll give you that.” Jack crossed his arms.
“What, you told him about being a Slayer?” The Doctor had gotten back to his feet and came up behind his companion.
“Oh, Jack had it in his head that I was the onboard POA.”
“I never said that-“
Teal'c asked, "What is a 'POA'," but Buffy preempted any explanation.
“You said ‘yeah right,’ every time I mentioned fighting off an alien, or you rolled your eyes, and all of your little questions about why the Doctor kept me around, if he kidnapped me, not to mention the other things your eyes were doing.” She jutted her jaw out at him. “Dirty old man.”
Jack held up his hands. “Me? Dirty old man?! You say he’s nine hundred!”
Buffy fought off the urge to kick the Colonel in the shins and instead insinuated herself into the crook of the Doctor’s arm. “Anyway, how’d geek-speak-o-rama go? Figure out how or why we got here?”
“Carter seems to have an inkling, brilliant scientist that she is, and by the way Colonel, she is just fantastic, but well, there’s something we have to deal with first. Buffy, you’re going to have to run to the TARDIS and pack a bag. I just asked the General to put her into quarantine.”
Buffy pulled away. “What?”
“Yeah. There's these self-replicating scavenger machines.” The Doctor wiggled his arms uncomfortably before his hands landed on his head and gripped his hair.
“You’re afraid of the Replicators too?” Jack seemed unimpressed, or utterly terrified, Buffy couldn’t quite tell.
“More afraid of the fact that they’ve almost certainly noticed the TARDIS and alerted any mother bugs in this galaxy.” He looked down at Buffy as the now familiar alarms began to ring and lights flash. “We’re gonna have to fix this before we go.”
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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.
“It’s okay.”
Teal’c looked down upon the slim girl at the other side of the gym. “I am uncomfortable making this attack.”
Buffy scuffed the mat with her heel. “On little ol’ me? Hey, no, great, I love men who don’t like to hit women. I’m just here to prove a point to your comrade over there, and well, you’re the strongest guy around. Probably were even before you had that,” she scrunched her face up, “thingy put in your stomach. Which reminds me, if I punch you in the stomach…”
“With sufficient strength, it is possible to penetrate the pouch and damage the symbiote,” allowed Teal’c.
Buffy gagged. “Okay. No gut shots with you.”
“I do not think-“
“Oh, I’m sure you don’t, I just think it’s a little intimate for our first spar. Or, ever.” Buffy shook out her whole body and jumped in place a couple times. “Now, c’mon, give me a good shot.”
“If that is your wish.” Teal’c took a deep breath and brought his staff to the ready. He approached the young woman and made a hesitant jab at her, which she blocked. They parried each others’ blows, the force and speed increasing as Teal’c became more comfortable with her reactions.
“Your moves are efficient.”
“Thank you sir. You’re not so bad yourself.” She nocked her staff behind his knee to pull it out from under him, but he recovered and swung the staff down on her head so she had to roll back to dodge. She used the momentum to push herself back to her feet, then swung back at him.
The Doctor dived to the ground as he entered the room to avoid the shard of staff that was flying his way. “Whoa Buffy! Who are you fighting now?”
After her staff had broken his apart, Buffy had used the moment of surprise to throw herself at Teal’c, whom she now had pinned on his stomach with both arms behind his back and her weight resting on his bent left knee. “Oh, you know me Doctor, just a friendly little match against my new buddy Teal’c here. Uncle?”
“What do you mean by this? I am not your relation.” Teal’c’s breathing was quick and shallow.
“She wants to know if you surrender,” provided O’Neill.
“Ah. Yes. I can see no alternative at this juncture.”
“Good.” Buffy pushed off, brushing her hands together before offering one to Teal’c, who accepted. “Nice work there, you almost had me at that roll.”
“You showed yourself a competent fighter as well. I have not encountered a warrior of your speed or strength on this planet. I should like to see you compete against my master, Bre’tac.” Teal’c gave her a slight bow at the waist.
“If he shows up, I’m happy to oblige.” She wiped her brow with her t-shirt. “So, Jack, believe me now?”
“If Teal’c called you a competent fighter, you’re probably a force to be reckoned with, I’ll give you that.” Jack crossed his arms.
“What, you told him about being a Slayer?” The Doctor had gotten back to his feet and came up behind his companion.
“Oh, Jack had it in his head that I was the onboard POA.”
“I never said that-“
Teal'c asked, "What is a 'POA'," but Buffy preempted any explanation.
“You said ‘yeah right,’ every time I mentioned fighting off an alien, or you rolled your eyes, and all of your little questions about why the Doctor kept me around, if he kidnapped me, not to mention the other things your eyes were doing.” She jutted her jaw out at him. “Dirty old man.”
Jack held up his hands. “Me? Dirty old man?! You say he’s nine hundred!”
Buffy fought off the urge to kick the Colonel in the shins and instead insinuated herself into the crook of the Doctor’s arm. “Anyway, how’d geek-speak-o-rama go? Figure out how or why we got here?”
“Carter seems to have an inkling, brilliant scientist that she is, and by the way Colonel, she is just fantastic, but well, there’s something we have to deal with first. Buffy, you’re going to have to run to the TARDIS and pack a bag. I just asked the General to put her into quarantine.”
Buffy pulled away. “What?”
“Yeah. There's these self-replicating scavenger machines.” The Doctor wiggled his arms uncomfortably before his hands landed on his head and gripped his hair.
“You’re afraid of the Replicators too?” Jack seemed unimpressed, or utterly terrified, Buffy couldn’t quite tell.
“More afraid of the fact that they’ve almost certainly noticed the TARDIS and alerted any mother bugs in this galaxy.” He looked down at Buffy as the now familiar alarms began to ring and lights flash. “We’re gonna have to fix this before we go.”
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