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moragmacpherson) wrote2009-01-20 01:02 am
moragmacpherson) wrote2009-01-20 01:02 am
Fic: The Rod of Asclepius (2/15) (BtVS/DrWho/SG-1)
Title: The Rod of Asclepius (2/15)
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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.
Major General Hammond slouched slightly in his chair as he looked up from the report. In any other man, it was the equivalent of stretching out on the table for a long nap. “What exactly are they, what’s the box, where did they come from, and how the hell did they get in?”
Doctor Frasier answered first. “The woman, Buffy, won’t give us a last name. She’s human, and judging by her speech, I’m reasonably certain she’s from Earth. We’re looking for records about her now. She’s normal, so far as I can tell, although she was dismissive when I asked about the numerous scars on her body, which include blade marks and teeth marks but very few signs of stitching.” The slides changed to a new set of records. “The male identifies himself only as 'the Doctor,' and is an alien, a fact that he volunteered after I noticed his second heart and binary circulatory system. He’s been evasive about identifying exactly where he’s from, but he does appear to be friendly. I got a long enough look at his MRI scan to show that there wasn’t a Goa’uld inside him before Buffy used some sort of device to disable the machine. We haven't gotten it back online yet.”
“‘Some sort of device’ Doctor?”
Major Sam Carter hesitated before replying. “Unfortunately, she replaced it in his jacket pocket before we could confiscate the item. We’ve since confiscated the jacket.” A slide of the brown pinstriped jacket with various comparison measurements popped up.
Hammond palmed his face. “And the device?”
“We’re sure it’s in there somewhere.” At the general’s look, Carter continued, reading from a list as various slides clicked by. “So far we’ve pulled out two packages of candy, a piece of paper that says whatever the holder thinks it says, three bananas, a paperback copy of ‘The Adventures of Huckleberry Finn,’ a ball of string, two vials of different unidentified substances, a catnip mouse, forty dollars and thirty-eight cents, fifteen British pounds, and a number of items that appear to be currencies we haven’t yet identified. Also, a pair of glasses, which is interesting, given that he has 20/2 vision.”
“20/2?” O’Neill suddenly perked up.
“Yes.”
“So his pockets are…” fished Hammond.
“Bigger on the inside. Yes. That’s just the left front pocket by the way. If we assume the same effect about that police box, then it may very well be his mode of transport. He’s obviously from a highly advanced race, able to manipulate dimensions with an exactitude not even the Asgard can manage.” Carter’s voice was racing.
“After the police box lock broke a trillium drill bit, Major Carter asked me to fire upon it with my staff weapon. This tactic also failed to open the box’s doors. I believe this durability is odd in such a construction.” Teal’c rested his hands upon the table.
Hammond leaned back. “I see. And the human girl is with him because?”
Frasier closed her notes. “They called themselves ‘companions’. I'd say they’re either lovers or spouses, and despite her scars, I don't think the relationship is in any way coerced or abusive.”
Hammond sighed. “Is there anything else I should know?”
Frasier and Carter exchanged a look before Carter replied. “Yes. When we took the copy of ‘Huck Finn,' the Doctor asked us to take care of it because it was signed by the author.” A slide displaying the signature compared with a known genuine example flashed onto the screen.
General Hammond blinked, then blinked again. As if to taunt him, the signature sat opposite the copyright page announcing the copy’s 1963 printing date.
Daniel Jackson had stood up and was tracing the two signatures with his fingers. He turned around, speechless.
O’Neill filled in the silence. “So, yeah, just your basic time-traveling super-advanced alien. With blonde girl. Another day at the shop.”
“All right, I’ll admit my curiosity is aroused. Bring them in and let’s see what we can learn from our most recent trespassers.”
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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.
Major General Hammond slouched slightly in his chair as he looked up from the report. In any other man, it was the equivalent of stretching out on the table for a long nap. “What exactly are they, what’s the box, where did they come from, and how the hell did they get in?”
Doctor Frasier answered first. “The woman, Buffy, won’t give us a last name. She’s human, and judging by her speech, I’m reasonably certain she’s from Earth. We’re looking for records about her now. She’s normal, so far as I can tell, although she was dismissive when I asked about the numerous scars on her body, which include blade marks and teeth marks but very few signs of stitching.” The slides changed to a new set of records. “The male identifies himself only as 'the Doctor,' and is an alien, a fact that he volunteered after I noticed his second heart and binary circulatory system. He’s been evasive about identifying exactly where he’s from, but he does appear to be friendly. I got a long enough look at his MRI scan to show that there wasn’t a Goa’uld inside him before Buffy used some sort of device to disable the machine. We haven't gotten it back online yet.”
“‘Some sort of device’ Doctor?”
Major Sam Carter hesitated before replying. “Unfortunately, she replaced it in his jacket pocket before we could confiscate the item. We’ve since confiscated the jacket.” A slide of the brown pinstriped jacket with various comparison measurements popped up.
Hammond palmed his face. “And the device?”
“We’re sure it’s in there somewhere.” At the general’s look, Carter continued, reading from a list as various slides clicked by. “So far we’ve pulled out two packages of candy, a piece of paper that says whatever the holder thinks it says, three bananas, a paperback copy of ‘The Adventures of Huckleberry Finn,’ a ball of string, two vials of different unidentified substances, a catnip mouse, forty dollars and thirty-eight cents, fifteen British pounds, and a number of items that appear to be currencies we haven’t yet identified. Also, a pair of glasses, which is interesting, given that he has 20/2 vision.”
“20/2?” O’Neill suddenly perked up.
“Yes.”
“So his pockets are…” fished Hammond.
“Bigger on the inside. Yes. That’s just the left front pocket by the way. If we assume the same effect about that police box, then it may very well be his mode of transport. He’s obviously from a highly advanced race, able to manipulate dimensions with an exactitude not even the Asgard can manage.” Carter’s voice was racing.
“After the police box lock broke a trillium drill bit, Major Carter asked me to fire upon it with my staff weapon. This tactic also failed to open the box’s doors. I believe this durability is odd in such a construction.” Teal’c rested his hands upon the table.
Hammond leaned back. “I see. And the human girl is with him because?”
Frasier closed her notes. “They called themselves ‘companions’. I'd say they’re either lovers or spouses, and despite her scars, I don't think the relationship is in any way coerced or abusive.”
Hammond sighed. “Is there anything else I should know?”
Frasier and Carter exchanged a look before Carter replied. “Yes. When we took the copy of ‘Huck Finn,' the Doctor asked us to take care of it because it was signed by the author.” A slide displaying the signature compared with a known genuine example flashed onto the screen.
General Hammond blinked, then blinked again. As if to taunt him, the signature sat opposite the copyright page announcing the copy’s 1963 printing date.
Daniel Jackson had stood up and was tracing the two signatures with his fingers. He turned around, speechless.
O’Neill filled in the silence. “So, yeah, just your basic time-traveling super-advanced alien. With blonde girl. Another day at the shop.”
“All right, I’ll admit my curiosity is aroused. Bring them in and let’s see what we can learn from our most recent trespassers.”
Next