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moragmacpherson) wrote2009-01-20 01:04 am
moragmacpherson) wrote2009-01-20 01:04 am
Fic: The Rod of Asclepius (4/15) (BtVS/DrWho/SG-1)
Title: The Rod of Asclepius (4/15)
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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.
“Elegant and clever, Samantha. I could do some fiddling, but mostly, it’s brilliant, and I don’t think I can aid you much more in this without giving you some information that your society will come to on its own, given enough time.” The Doctor set the naqadah reactor down and pulled off his glasses with a smile.
“Thank you. But it’s not enough. If their fleet shows up here again-“
“Then I have no doubt you’ll find another solution. This little toy, the Stargate, your other experiments with naquadah, they already give you a huge advantage over most of the earthborn cultures of this period that I’ve encountered. Trust me when I say ‘genius’. By comparison, your Goa'uld nemeses are downright thick, just interplanetary thieves and thugs, and that's a fight you can and will win for yourselves.” He passed the sonic screwdriver over the reactor one last time, glancing up at her. “You don’t happen to have any strange fob watches you’ve held on to for no particular reason by any chance?”
Carter furrowed her brow. “No, why?”
“Oh, no reason, just had to check. Anyway!” The Doctor spun about and grabbed one of the transparencies that Daniel had left for him while waiting for the examination of the naqadah reactor. “So what do you say these are Daniel?”
“Those are four languages we found in an old council chamber on another planet. The Alliance of the Four Great Races, from thousands of years ago. We’ve got a couple of translations of that alphabet, the Ancients’, from Colonel O’Neill, from when-“ Daniel broke off. “Long story, but the translations are accurate. The other three are from the Nox, the Furlings, and the Asgard.”
The Doctor squinted and replaced his glasses. “Asgard, huh? I take it those are the Nordic looking ones.”
“Yes. I’ve been working on this for some time, and if we compare the Asgard runes and the Ancient letters, in this section, you find that you can use them as a Rosetta stone.” Daniel pointed to some relevant passages. “But the rest of them appear to be unique messages from each race, and even with those passages as a guideline, I haven’t been able to make any headway.
“Aye, that sounds about right.” The Doctor turned the sheets all the way around and brought them all the way up to his nose. “Where are your notes?” The Doctor took the typed notes from Daniel and frowned at them for a few minutes. Then it seemed to Daniel that the Doctor’s pupils dilated then shrank to pin points for a second before he sighed. “Ah, yes. Boring stuff, intergalactic treaties with subsections and paragraph numberings and mission statements and all that.” The Doctor stuck out his tongue and examined the alphabet of the Ancients again. “This lot, did they disappear mysteriously some time ago?”
Daniel’s eyes widened. “Yes, they, um, they’re not here anymore. They’re the ones we believe built the stargate system.”
The Doctor removed his spectacles and pinched the bridge of his nose. “Oh, of course they Ascended.”
“We’ve heard that term before, the monk in that temple talked about it,” said Carter.
“Glad I avoided them. Would have made my brains dribble out my eyeballs.” The Doctor made a popping noise with his lips. “Ascension, the path so boring not even my people took it. You’d best be on the lookout for these Ancients though. There’s usually a couple of folks in any species that have some spirit left in them even at that stage, and they can make life interesting for your huddling masses.”
Daniel frowned. “The monk implied that Ascension was the path to complete peace and understanding with the universe.”
The Doctor nodded and pushed off the desk. “Yeah, and how dull is that? Just sitting around existing, no discovery, nothing new, no conflicts, no responsibility. I couldn’t even abide by the Time Lords’ rules of non-interference, and they at least had enough spark of life left in them to take responsibility as caretakers of the time vortex and the universe.” The Doctor stared off for a moment. “Which I guess in a way made us really glorified custodians, but, ah well. No, I mean, you could try it, but I don’t think you’d make it too long, gathering dust among the starry host. Me, I’ll live my life. Well, my lives.”
Carter blinked. “If you don’t mind me saying so, you’re a lot different from the other advanced cultures we’ve encountered.”
The Doctor beamed. “Why thank you. Although, all this Ascension talk does give me a thought.”
“For?” asked both.
“Oh, nothing, just an end of the universe problem I’ve been dealing with these past few years.”
Daniel removed his glasses. “You’ve got an ‘end of the universe’ problem?” He chuckled and shook his head.
“Oh yeah. You do too. Of course, long before that you’ve got an ‘end of the earth’ problem, and before you can worry about that, you’ve got an ‘end of your life’ issue to get a grip on. I've already dealt with those questions in my time, so you can leave that 'universe' one to me until you catch up, okay?” He smiled as they rubbed their eyes. “Don’t worry, you’re doing fine.”
Carter sighed. “Thanks.” She turned to the computer. “Now, as for how you got here, we used to have this mirror. It- Doctor?”
The Doctor’s eyes were wide, his mouth slack, pointing to a rack of glass canisters in Carter’s pile of things she wanted to discuss with him. “What are those?”
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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.
“Elegant and clever, Samantha. I could do some fiddling, but mostly, it’s brilliant, and I don’t think I can aid you much more in this without giving you some information that your society will come to on its own, given enough time.” The Doctor set the naqadah reactor down and pulled off his glasses with a smile.
“Thank you. But it’s not enough. If their fleet shows up here again-“
“Then I have no doubt you’ll find another solution. This little toy, the Stargate, your other experiments with naquadah, they already give you a huge advantage over most of the earthborn cultures of this period that I’ve encountered. Trust me when I say ‘genius’. By comparison, your Goa'uld nemeses are downright thick, just interplanetary thieves and thugs, and that's a fight you can and will win for yourselves.” He passed the sonic screwdriver over the reactor one last time, glancing up at her. “You don’t happen to have any strange fob watches you’ve held on to for no particular reason by any chance?”
Carter furrowed her brow. “No, why?”
“Oh, no reason, just had to check. Anyway!” The Doctor spun about and grabbed one of the transparencies that Daniel had left for him while waiting for the examination of the naqadah reactor. “So what do you say these are Daniel?”
“Those are four languages we found in an old council chamber on another planet. The Alliance of the Four Great Races, from thousands of years ago. We’ve got a couple of translations of that alphabet, the Ancients’, from Colonel O’Neill, from when-“ Daniel broke off. “Long story, but the translations are accurate. The other three are from the Nox, the Furlings, and the Asgard.”
The Doctor squinted and replaced his glasses. “Asgard, huh? I take it those are the Nordic looking ones.”
“Yes. I’ve been working on this for some time, and if we compare the Asgard runes and the Ancient letters, in this section, you find that you can use them as a Rosetta stone.” Daniel pointed to some relevant passages. “But the rest of them appear to be unique messages from each race, and even with those passages as a guideline, I haven’t been able to make any headway.
“Aye, that sounds about right.” The Doctor turned the sheets all the way around and brought them all the way up to his nose. “Where are your notes?” The Doctor took the typed notes from Daniel and frowned at them for a few minutes. Then it seemed to Daniel that the Doctor’s pupils dilated then shrank to pin points for a second before he sighed. “Ah, yes. Boring stuff, intergalactic treaties with subsections and paragraph numberings and mission statements and all that.” The Doctor stuck out his tongue and examined the alphabet of the Ancients again. “This lot, did they disappear mysteriously some time ago?”
Daniel’s eyes widened. “Yes, they, um, they’re not here anymore. They’re the ones we believe built the stargate system.”
The Doctor removed his spectacles and pinched the bridge of his nose. “Oh, of course they Ascended.”
“We’ve heard that term before, the monk in that temple talked about it,” said Carter.
“Glad I avoided them. Would have made my brains dribble out my eyeballs.” The Doctor made a popping noise with his lips. “Ascension, the path so boring not even my people took it. You’d best be on the lookout for these Ancients though. There’s usually a couple of folks in any species that have some spirit left in them even at that stage, and they can make life interesting for your huddling masses.”
Daniel frowned. “The monk implied that Ascension was the path to complete peace and understanding with the universe.”
The Doctor nodded and pushed off the desk. “Yeah, and how dull is that? Just sitting around existing, no discovery, nothing new, no conflicts, no responsibility. I couldn’t even abide by the Time Lords’ rules of non-interference, and they at least had enough spark of life left in them to take responsibility as caretakers of the time vortex and the universe.” The Doctor stared off for a moment. “Which I guess in a way made us really glorified custodians, but, ah well. No, I mean, you could try it, but I don’t think you’d make it too long, gathering dust among the starry host. Me, I’ll live my life. Well, my lives.”
Carter blinked. “If you don’t mind me saying so, you’re a lot different from the other advanced cultures we’ve encountered.”
The Doctor beamed. “Why thank you. Although, all this Ascension talk does give me a thought.”
“For?” asked both.
“Oh, nothing, just an end of the universe problem I’ve been dealing with these past few years.”
Daniel removed his glasses. “You’ve got an ‘end of the universe’ problem?” He chuckled and shook his head.
“Oh yeah. You do too. Of course, long before that you’ve got an ‘end of the earth’ problem, and before you can worry about that, you’ve got an ‘end of your life’ issue to get a grip on. I've already dealt with those questions in my time, so you can leave that 'universe' one to me until you catch up, okay?” He smiled as they rubbed their eyes. “Don’t worry, you’re doing fine.”
Carter sighed. “Thanks.” She turned to the computer. “Now, as for how you got here, we used to have this mirror. It- Doctor?”
The Doctor’s eyes were wide, his mouth slack, pointing to a rack of glass canisters in Carter’s pile of things she wanted to discuss with him. “What are those?”
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