Fic: Oops! Prologue/?
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polgara_5Title: Oops!
By: Polgara (melindoranightsilver@hotmail.com)
Rating: R
Disclaimer: I own none of the recognizable characters. They belong to their respective creators and distributors.
Distribution: My site – Worlds of Possibilities, ff.net, Wormhole Crossing, and TtH.
Spoilers: Everything of Buffy is fair game. For Stargate anything up to and including season 3 is fair game.
Setting: Takes place three years after Chosen in BtVS. Takes place in mid-season three of Stargate SG-1. I have altered the timeline in Stargate as follows: Forever and a Day happens 3 months before Point Of View, Sha’re has been dead for six months, and this fic begins a week after The Devil You Know.
Summary: Buffy, Faith, and Dawn find themselves in a new world with no way home after they encounter a strange object during a routine cataloging.
A/N: My author notes are here for a reason, please read. If you still ask questions that are answered here, I will not answer them again. Do not beg for updates, this fic will be updated every other Sunday like clockwork, nothing will change that. I repeat nothing.
A/N2: Special and huge thanks to my betas – Meri and Copper. You gals are fabulous!
Prologue
Buffy looked disinterestedly around at the various objects and artifacts that lay strewn about the large warehouse. She and the Scoobies had spent the better part of the three years following the destruction of the hellmouth on rebuilding the Watcher’s Council. Lately they had been going through the various warehouses and storage units of the old council to catalogue everything.
She sighed to herself as she tried to remember why she had volunteered to help Dawn with such a boring task. Oh yeah, it was to get out of doing another boring task – paperwork. She was beginning to think that the paperwork would have been the lesser evil. At least she’d be actively doing something. Dawn had already yelled at her twice for playing with dangerous magic thingies. Her only consolation was that Faith had been yelled at as well.
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Sam Carter stared at the computer screen in her lab as it ran through the simulation. She blearily rubbed her eyes as the results flashed up in front of her. The numbers blurred and she pushed away from the desk and ran a hand through her short blonde hair.
She was well aware that figuring out the best use for the quantum mirror was a low priority, but it was a complicated problem that drew her like a moth to a flame. Involuntarily her eyes were drawn to the large rock-like artifact. The least she could do was find a way to prevent dangerous individuals from entering their reality. Not everyone who came through the mirror would be good. It was possible that those with a nefarious purpose could also unlock it’s secrets.
Her stomach growled and she glanced at the clock. She was surprised to see the she had been squirreled away in her office for nearly ten hours and Col. O’Neill hadn’t come in to force her to eat. He was usually very mother-hennish over his team, although he had directed most of that attention towards Daniel since Sha’re’s death six months earlier. But his attentions had returned to her since they had rescued her father last week.
He must have gotten caught up in something himself. Deciding to take a break, she left her lab for the commissary in search of blue Jell-O.
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“Yo, Dawn! B! Come Check this out,” Faith called from one end of the warehouse. When the others reached her, she looked at the youngest Summers. “What do you think it is?”
Dawn looked at the large, rock-like thing. She circled it slowly and frowned. “It’s like nothing we’ve seen yet.” She ran her hand over the smooth surface that took up most of one side.
Already bored, Buffy turned her attention to the things on a nearby table. A strange device caught her eye. “Hey, Dawn. This looks out of place. It looks more scientificy than magicy.”
Her sister walked over while Faith continued to stare at the strange object. Dawn picked up the piece Buffy indicated and ran her thumb over a blue crystal-like piece on it.
“Whoa,” Faith said.
“What?” Buffy asked, looking over at her.
“The thing is doing something.”
Buffy and Dawn hurried back over. The smooth surface now reflected something.
“It looks like a storage room of some sort,” Dawn said. She looked down at the device in her hand. The brunette rubbed her thumb over the now glowing crystal and the image changed. “That looks like a lab.”
“Any idea of what we’re looking at?” Buffy asked, stepping closer.
“Could be extra storage of a mystical type or even a transport device,” Dawn theorized with a shrug as she moved next to Buffy.
“Wonder how we get there,” Faith said, joining them.
“I’m guessing it might have something to do with the surface,” Dawn said, stepping closer. She carefully studied the object but didn’t touch it.
“Let’s throw something at it,” Faith suggested.
“Faith! We could break it,” Dawn said, giving the dark haired slayer a sour look.
“I didn’t mean throw throw, I meant have something touch it and see what happens,” Faith said, shifting the weight on her feet.
Dawn paused to consider the suggestion. “I suppose we could. But what do we have that we don’t mind losing if this doesn’t work?”
“I’ve got a pencil,” Buffy said, pulling the one out that was behind her ear.
“And I’ve got… nothing,” Faith said as she searched her pockets. “At least, nothing I would mind losing.”
“I’ve got an extra pen,” Dawn said. She took Buffy’s pencil and looked back at the object. “Well, here goes nothing.”
They stood back and Dawn gently tossed the pencil at the reflective surface. When it contacted there was a brief flash of light and then it was on the other side. The three women moved closer.
“Wow, there it is,” Faith said, looking at the pencil lying on the other side.
“Try your pen,” Buffy urged.
Dawn repeated the process with her pen and sure enough, it could be seen on the other side with the pencil.
“Well now what?” Faith asked.
“We could touch it,” Dawn said, chewing slightly on her lower lip.
“Are you sure we should?” Buffy asked. “I mean, we know our track record with this kind of stuff. Maybe we should wait.”
“Ah, come on, B. Things have been slow for the past two years. We need to shake things up a bit,” Faith said with a grin.
Buffy couldn’t help but grin back at her. “In that case, why not? But let’s do this together so we don’t get separated.”
The three reached out and touched the smooth surface. They felt something akin to a static shock and found themselves looking at the warehouse reflected in the object. Suddenly the picture fizzled and with a loud crack, the surface split and fractured.
“Dawnie?”
“Workin’ on it.” Dawn tried to activate the device again but it stubbornly remained dormant. She looked up at the two slayers. “Oops,” she said with a nervous smile.
By: Polgara (melindoranightsilver@hotmail.com)
Rating: R
Disclaimer: I own none of the recognizable characters. They belong to their respective creators and distributors.
Distribution: My site – Worlds of Possibilities, ff.net, Wormhole Crossing, and TtH.
Spoilers: Everything of Buffy is fair game. For Stargate anything up to and including season 3 is fair game.
Setting: Takes place three years after Chosen in BtVS. Takes place in mid-season three of Stargate SG-1. I have altered the timeline in Stargate as follows: Forever and a Day happens 3 months before Point Of View, Sha’re has been dead for six months, and this fic begins a week after The Devil You Know.
Summary: Buffy, Faith, and Dawn find themselves in a new world with no way home after they encounter a strange object during a routine cataloging.
A/N: My author notes are here for a reason, please read. If you still ask questions that are answered here, I will not answer them again. Do not beg for updates, this fic will be updated every other Sunday like clockwork, nothing will change that. I repeat nothing.
A/N2: Special and huge thanks to my betas – Meri and Copper. You gals are fabulous!
Prologue
Buffy looked disinterestedly around at the various objects and artifacts that lay strewn about the large warehouse. She and the Scoobies had spent the better part of the three years following the destruction of the hellmouth on rebuilding the Watcher’s Council. Lately they had been going through the various warehouses and storage units of the old council to catalogue everything.
She sighed to herself as she tried to remember why she had volunteered to help Dawn with such a boring task. Oh yeah, it was to get out of doing another boring task – paperwork. She was beginning to think that the paperwork would have been the lesser evil. At least she’d be actively doing something. Dawn had already yelled at her twice for playing with dangerous magic thingies. Her only consolation was that Faith had been yelled at as well.
XXXXXXXX
Sam Carter stared at the computer screen in her lab as it ran through the simulation. She blearily rubbed her eyes as the results flashed up in front of her. The numbers blurred and she pushed away from the desk and ran a hand through her short blonde hair.
She was well aware that figuring out the best use for the quantum mirror was a low priority, but it was a complicated problem that drew her like a moth to a flame. Involuntarily her eyes were drawn to the large rock-like artifact. The least she could do was find a way to prevent dangerous individuals from entering their reality. Not everyone who came through the mirror would be good. It was possible that those with a nefarious purpose could also unlock it’s secrets.
Her stomach growled and she glanced at the clock. She was surprised to see the she had been squirreled away in her office for nearly ten hours and Col. O’Neill hadn’t come in to force her to eat. He was usually very mother-hennish over his team, although he had directed most of that attention towards Daniel since Sha’re’s death six months earlier. But his attentions had returned to her since they had rescued her father last week.
He must have gotten caught up in something himself. Deciding to take a break, she left her lab for the commissary in search of blue Jell-O.
XXXXXXXX
“Yo, Dawn! B! Come Check this out,” Faith called from one end of the warehouse. When the others reached her, she looked at the youngest Summers. “What do you think it is?”
Dawn looked at the large, rock-like thing. She circled it slowly and frowned. “It’s like nothing we’ve seen yet.” She ran her hand over the smooth surface that took up most of one side.
Already bored, Buffy turned her attention to the things on a nearby table. A strange device caught her eye. “Hey, Dawn. This looks out of place. It looks more scientificy than magicy.”
Her sister walked over while Faith continued to stare at the strange object. Dawn picked up the piece Buffy indicated and ran her thumb over a blue crystal-like piece on it.
“Whoa,” Faith said.
“What?” Buffy asked, looking over at her.
“The thing is doing something.”
Buffy and Dawn hurried back over. The smooth surface now reflected something.
“It looks like a storage room of some sort,” Dawn said. She looked down at the device in her hand. The brunette rubbed her thumb over the now glowing crystal and the image changed. “That looks like a lab.”
“Any idea of what we’re looking at?” Buffy asked, stepping closer.
“Could be extra storage of a mystical type or even a transport device,” Dawn theorized with a shrug as she moved next to Buffy.
“Wonder how we get there,” Faith said, joining them.
“I’m guessing it might have something to do with the surface,” Dawn said, stepping closer. She carefully studied the object but didn’t touch it.
“Let’s throw something at it,” Faith suggested.
“Faith! We could break it,” Dawn said, giving the dark haired slayer a sour look.
“I didn’t mean throw throw, I meant have something touch it and see what happens,” Faith said, shifting the weight on her feet.
Dawn paused to consider the suggestion. “I suppose we could. But what do we have that we don’t mind losing if this doesn’t work?”
“I’ve got a pencil,” Buffy said, pulling the one out that was behind her ear.
“And I’ve got… nothing,” Faith said as she searched her pockets. “At least, nothing I would mind losing.”
“I’ve got an extra pen,” Dawn said. She took Buffy’s pencil and looked back at the object. “Well, here goes nothing.”
They stood back and Dawn gently tossed the pencil at the reflective surface. When it contacted there was a brief flash of light and then it was on the other side. The three women moved closer.
“Wow, there it is,” Faith said, looking at the pencil lying on the other side.
“Try your pen,” Buffy urged.
Dawn repeated the process with her pen and sure enough, it could be seen on the other side with the pencil.
“Well now what?” Faith asked.
“We could touch it,” Dawn said, chewing slightly on her lower lip.
“Are you sure we should?” Buffy asked. “I mean, we know our track record with this kind of stuff. Maybe we should wait.”
“Ah, come on, B. Things have been slow for the past two years. We need to shake things up a bit,” Faith said with a grin.
Buffy couldn’t help but grin back at her. “In that case, why not? But let’s do this together so we don’t get separated.”
The three reached out and touched the smooth surface. They felt something akin to a static shock and found themselves looking at the warehouse reflected in the object. Suddenly the picture fizzled and with a loud crack, the surface split and fractured.
“Dawnie?”
“Workin’ on it.” Dawn tried to activate the device again but it stubbornly remained dormant. She looked up at the two slayers. “Oops,” she said with a nervous smile.