Fic: Wayward Angel 3/11 Rated: Nc-17
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polgara_5Title: Wayward Angel
By: Polgara (melindoranightsilver@hotmail.com)
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: I own none of the recognizable characters. They belong to their respective creators and distributors. Alec Colson’s dialogue comes directly from the Stargate Episode 8.8 Covenant.
Distribution: My site – Worlds of Possibilities, ff.net, Wormhole Crossing, and TtH.
Spoilers: For Buffy everything is game, for Stargate SG-1 direct spoilers for season 8 episode 8 - Covenant - and anything before that.
Setting: Takes place several years after Chosen and starts during SG-1 episode 8.8 - Covenant.
Summary: Life is filled with moments. The decision in each of these defining times shapes who we are and who we will become. They push us forward and back, an intricate dance.
A/N: Chapter titles and lyrics at the beginning of each come from Kasey Chamber’s cd - Wayward Angel. Music was used as an inspiration for the entire piece.
A/N2: Super shout out to Ava for being my personal cheerleader through writing this. Seriously, without her, this may have never been finished.
A/N3: Much thanks goes to Copper, my wonderful beta!
This fic has already been completed. I will be posting every Sunday.
Any and all artwork linked within this fic was created by the lovely Ava.
When I grow up I’ll be a lady
All my rings will be made of gold
I’ll put flowers in my room
I’ll wear perfume
I won’t listen to rock ‘n roll
If I was a lady
I wonder if I could be your girl.
~ Pony
Daniel frowned as he looked at the pictures spread over his desk. Buffy was forever teasing him about him occasionally holding on to more traditional methods of examining evidence. Looking at the digital files was well and good but sometimes he needed to lay them all out to get a clearer view of the artifact, or rather in this case, a temple ruin.
He had finally found a few minutes to look at SG-13’s findings from their mission three weeks ago. Nyan had said they looked promising, but with one thing or another, he just hadn’t found the time until now. It seemed that Nyan was correct, these were definitely ruins from an Ancient outpost of some type, but he wouldn’t know exactly without a more in depth examination of them.
It would be nice if SG-1 could actually just go on an archaeological mission for once. Buffy was still new to the team, having only been a member for just over a month and a half, but they had been on what seemed to be non-stop military missions that had them being consistently shot at by Jaffa. She was definitely holding her own though and he was glad she was on the team, especially after she’d saved his ass two weeks before, but it was a shame that she didn’t get to experience the other side of gate travel. He didn’t want her to burn out and quit the program.
He looked up to suggest to Buffy that they talk to Jack and see if he’d let them examine the ruins for their next mission but the words died before they even had time to form. She had curled up on one end of the sofa he kept in his office reading a book that probably came from one of his shelves. Her back was resting against an arm of the ratty sofa and her legs were bent to help prop up the book. The old afghan he kept handy covered her lower half and he could see where she had tucked it slightly under feet. She looked so comfortable and engrossed in the book that he hated to disturb her.
Buffy frequently spent time in his office. Sometimes she would just read, other times they would discuss missions current and past, or discuss the books she’d found on his shelves. There was no set pattern to her visits, but inevitably she’d make her way there nearly every day.
In the beginning he thought he’d quickly get tired of her showing up and that she would disturb him, but it never happened. Instead, his office felt warmer, more comfortable every time she arrived. Her vibrant essence seemed to infuse the cramped space with a new life and he couldn’t help but respond to it.
Of course, his own budding attraction to her had nothing to do with it. Her role as a distraction had less to do with annoying habits and more to deal with how beautiful she was, something he noticed the first time she had come to his office. There were too many conflicting emotions and confusion over why she was joining the team when Jack had introduced her for him to notice it then. But when he had looked up and they locked gazes, he’d been drawn to her hazel eyes and lost.
It was probably a good thing that his attraction to her appeared after she started wearing the base uniform because he remembered very little of the outfit she wore during that first meeting other than there wasn’t much there and showed an awful large amount of skin. A visual that he really didn’t need if he wanted to be able to continue working with her.
Though the BDUs weren’t doing much to deter him either. Even though it was the same basic outfit everyone around them was wearing, she seemed to pull it off as something more fashionable than the rest of them. It was probably for the best that he never had an opportunity to see her in civilian clothing if she could make basic military clothing look good.
Today she had chosen a black tank top instead of a t-shirt, exposing her shoulders to his view. Her head was tilted towards the back of the sofa exposing the long column of her neck, thankfully bare due to her hair being pulled up and back. He was transfixed as he watched one seemingly delicate hand reach up to absently tuck a stray lock of hair that had fallen loose behind her ear.
Daniel could feel his body heat up but he couldn’t seem to look away. Making a move on his teammate would be wrong in so many ways, but he couldn’t help but fantasize about it late at night in the comforting darkness of his own bedroom. It wasn’t like she’d be interested anyway. Women like her did not fall for men like him.
He froze as he realized that she had set the book down and was looking at him. How long had he been staring at her, and was she aware of it?
“What did you need?” She asked.
“Huh?” He dumbly asked, his brain shutting down on him at the least opportune moment.
“The pictures you’re holding,” she said, pointing to the ones in his hand. “Were you going to ask me something about them? Or are you going to rant over the team’s picture taking skills?”
His brain sluggishly worked to catch on to the conversation. He was thankful that his stutter hadn’t made an appearance like it frequently did when Buffy startled him. “Oh, I was just thinking.”
She closed the book and set it on the sofa just beyond the edge of the afghan. “About what?” She asked, giving him her full attention.
“A possible mission,” he said, dropping his gaze back to the pictures in his hand. He wondered if she’d find the mission boring.
“Oh, do tell,” she said, pulling the blankets off of her legs. She gracefully came to her feet and stretched her back out before joining him at his desk. He did his level best not to watch her as she did.
“The ruins SG-13 found, they’re Ancient. I was thinking…” He hesitated, unsure of how she’d take the idea.
“Of taking our team to explore them,” she said with a knowing grin. “Sounds like fun. I’d like to go through the gate and not get shot at for once.”
Daniel looked back up at her and returned the grin. He wasn’t sure what was motivating her visits to his office since it didn’t appear that she was doing this with anyone else, but for now he wasn’t questioning it, just enjoying it.
XXXXXXXXX
Never in Buffy’s life had she ever wished to be a pen before, but now she found herself fervently wanting it. Not so much any pen, but a very specific one. A Bic that was comprised of a metal cylinder with a clicky end. The one that Daniel Jackson was currently holding between pursed lips.
Buffy really wanted to shoot Sam for assigning her to watch Daniel as he examined the temple ruins. She really would have rather patrolled the area, but someone had to make sure Daniel stayed out of trouble. It just so happened that she drew the short straw this time, something that seemed to be occurring more and more.
Now she had to suffer watching the hottest guy she had ever met painstakingly study each word written on the wall. He treated everything with such care that she couldn’t help but wonder if he treated his lovers the same way. If he would touch her with as much reverence as he did the ancient artifacts.
Shame on you, Buffy admonished herself. You shouldn’t be thinking such lustful thoughts about your teammate.
But try as she might, the crush she had developed on the handsome archaeologist when they had met two months ago had blown up into full-time lusties. It wasn’t that the man was just like walking sex, but he was kind, intelligent, funny, and really, really sweet. The only person she had ever seen him yell at was Jack and she sensed that it was only because the General knew how to push his buttons.
Buffy had a lot of opportunities over the past month to observe Daniel and each moment found her wanting him more. He’d scowl at Jack for forcing him to get some rest, he’d smile encouragingly at one of his staff when they’d make a breakthrough on a translation, he’d laugh at a story Sam told, or when he would give someone his full attention whenever they spoke to him.
That was the clincher. It didn’t matter who was having a problem, Daniel was always willing to stop what he was doing to help. Even if all that was needed was a friendly ear. He managed to make them feel like you were the only one in the world as those blue eyes focused on them.
Focus, she reminded herself. You’re supposed to be keeping him from getting hurt, not fantasizing about him… again.
She watched in fascination as he removed the pen to write something down. His entire being was concentrating on the translation as if the world depended on it when in all actuality it could just be someone’s grocery list. She bit back a groan as his tongue darted out to lick his lips before placing the pen back to its former position.
The tiny blonde couldn’t take it anymore. She stood up and said, “I’m gonna do another sweep.”
Daniel looked up. “Huh?” He asked around the pen causing Buffy’s tummy to flutter softly.
“Need to stretch my legs. Don’t wander off.”
“Okay,” he said, turning back to the wall.
She sighed and left the room. She really needed to get a handle on this before she did something crazy – like grabbing him and kissing him senseless. Which was something she found herself sorely tempted to do at least once a day.
Not that she had much of a chance with him. Daniel deserved someone who could keep up with him on an intellectual level. Someone who could understand him when he got on a roll about some point in history or language.
It wasn’t that she was stupid, but there was a world of difference between normal people intelligent and genius intelligent. She was well aware of which side of the fence she fell on in that category. Of course, her libido wasn’t listening to any of this logic.
Daniel never tried to make her feel like an idiot, or anyone else. Well, except for Jack. And again, it felt like an old routine between the two. But Daniel was too nice or polite to purposely make others feel stupid.
He was just so knowledgeable about so many things and he was animated every time he spoke about them. His enthusiasm was real and he always spoke with conviction. It was never purposeful how he sometimes made people feel a little inadequate in the brains department. He was just so eager to share.
What did she have to share? The different ways to stake a vampire? What was the best way to kill a hortoth demon? Or even better – how to get demon goo out of leather pants.
Buffy fought back the urge to sigh as she finished her sweep. That occupied all of fifteen minutes and she had spent the entire time thinking about Daniel. So much for leaving his presence to stop thinking about him.
Daniel was in the exact spot he had been when she had left him. Whatever was written on that wall must have been interesting.
She checked her watch. They only had an hour and a half before they had to start heading back to the gate. At his current pace there was no way that that Daniel had looked at everything he wanted. If the man had his way, they’d spend the next several months on that planet in the one room of the temple.
She walked over and crouched next to him. “Anything helpful?”
“Huh?” He asked, looking over at her in surprise.
“Finding anything helpful?”
“I’m not sure, maybe… why?” He asked, pushing his glasses back up his nose from where they had slipped, his blue eyes clear and bright.
“We’re starting to run low on time. You might want to start taking your own pictures of the ruins,” she suggested.
“What? That’s impossible. I just started,” he said, pulling back his jacket sleeve to look at his watch.
“I’m afraid not. You’ve been at this wall for four hours,” she said.
“Do you think you could…”
“Help? Sure. I even brought a second camera,” she said with a smile.
“Buffy, you are a lifesaver,” he said as he opened his pack in search of his own camera.
“You have no idea,” she muttered as she went over to her own pack.
As she carefully took pictures of every inch of the ruins, she worked hard at calming her body down. Being that close to him caused her heart to race and she was sure that her face was flushed.
She was surprised that he had never commented on her sometimes strange behavior. An irritating stutter seemed to appear every time he smiled at her. She was forever going to his office when she had nothing else to do. Sometimes they’d talk, other times she’d pull a random book off one of his shelves and sit down to read while he worked.
Either he had absolutely no interest in her or he was completely clueless. She prayed it was the latter. It would be horrible if he became uncomfortable being around her. Perhaps she should cut back on how much time she spent in his office.
By: Polgara (melindoranightsilver@hotmail.com)
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: I own none of the recognizable characters. They belong to their respective creators and distributors. Alec Colson’s dialogue comes directly from the Stargate Episode 8.8 Covenant.
Distribution: My site – Worlds of Possibilities, ff.net, Wormhole Crossing, and TtH.
Spoilers: For Buffy everything is game, for Stargate SG-1 direct spoilers for season 8 episode 8 - Covenant - and anything before that.
Setting: Takes place several years after Chosen and starts during SG-1 episode 8.8 - Covenant.
Summary: Life is filled with moments. The decision in each of these defining times shapes who we are and who we will become. They push us forward and back, an intricate dance.
A/N: Chapter titles and lyrics at the beginning of each come from Kasey Chamber’s cd - Wayward Angel. Music was used as an inspiration for the entire piece.
A/N2: Super shout out to Ava for being my personal cheerleader through writing this. Seriously, without her, this may have never been finished.
A/N3: Much thanks goes to Copper, my wonderful beta!
This fic has already been completed. I will be posting every Sunday.
Any and all artwork linked within this fic was created by the lovely Ava.
When I grow up I’ll be a lady
All my rings will be made of gold
I’ll put flowers in my room
I’ll wear perfume
I won’t listen to rock ‘n roll
If I was a lady
I wonder if I could be your girl.
~ Pony
Daniel frowned as he looked at the pictures spread over his desk. Buffy was forever teasing him about him occasionally holding on to more traditional methods of examining evidence. Looking at the digital files was well and good but sometimes he needed to lay them all out to get a clearer view of the artifact, or rather in this case, a temple ruin.
He had finally found a few minutes to look at SG-13’s findings from their mission three weeks ago. Nyan had said they looked promising, but with one thing or another, he just hadn’t found the time until now. It seemed that Nyan was correct, these were definitely ruins from an Ancient outpost of some type, but he wouldn’t know exactly without a more in depth examination of them.
It would be nice if SG-1 could actually just go on an archaeological mission for once. Buffy was still new to the team, having only been a member for just over a month and a half, but they had been on what seemed to be non-stop military missions that had them being consistently shot at by Jaffa. She was definitely holding her own though and he was glad she was on the team, especially after she’d saved his ass two weeks before, but it was a shame that she didn’t get to experience the other side of gate travel. He didn’t want her to burn out and quit the program.
He looked up to suggest to Buffy that they talk to Jack and see if he’d let them examine the ruins for their next mission but the words died before they even had time to form. She had curled up on one end of the sofa he kept in his office reading a book that probably came from one of his shelves. Her back was resting against an arm of the ratty sofa and her legs were bent to help prop up the book. The old afghan he kept handy covered her lower half and he could see where she had tucked it slightly under feet. She looked so comfortable and engrossed in the book that he hated to disturb her.
Buffy frequently spent time in his office. Sometimes she would just read, other times they would discuss missions current and past, or discuss the books she’d found on his shelves. There was no set pattern to her visits, but inevitably she’d make her way there nearly every day.
In the beginning he thought he’d quickly get tired of her showing up and that she would disturb him, but it never happened. Instead, his office felt warmer, more comfortable every time she arrived. Her vibrant essence seemed to infuse the cramped space with a new life and he couldn’t help but respond to it.
Of course, his own budding attraction to her had nothing to do with it. Her role as a distraction had less to do with annoying habits and more to deal with how beautiful she was, something he noticed the first time she had come to his office. There were too many conflicting emotions and confusion over why she was joining the team when Jack had introduced her for him to notice it then. But when he had looked up and they locked gazes, he’d been drawn to her hazel eyes and lost.
It was probably a good thing that his attraction to her appeared after she started wearing the base uniform because he remembered very little of the outfit she wore during that first meeting other than there wasn’t much there and showed an awful large amount of skin. A visual that he really didn’t need if he wanted to be able to continue working with her.
Though the BDUs weren’t doing much to deter him either. Even though it was the same basic outfit everyone around them was wearing, she seemed to pull it off as something more fashionable than the rest of them. It was probably for the best that he never had an opportunity to see her in civilian clothing if she could make basic military clothing look good.
Today she had chosen a black tank top instead of a t-shirt, exposing her shoulders to his view. Her head was tilted towards the back of the sofa exposing the long column of her neck, thankfully bare due to her hair being pulled up and back. He was transfixed as he watched one seemingly delicate hand reach up to absently tuck a stray lock of hair that had fallen loose behind her ear.
Daniel could feel his body heat up but he couldn’t seem to look away. Making a move on his teammate would be wrong in so many ways, but he couldn’t help but fantasize about it late at night in the comforting darkness of his own bedroom. It wasn’t like she’d be interested anyway. Women like her did not fall for men like him.
He froze as he realized that she had set the book down and was looking at him. How long had he been staring at her, and was she aware of it?
“What did you need?” She asked.
“Huh?” He dumbly asked, his brain shutting down on him at the least opportune moment.
“The pictures you’re holding,” she said, pointing to the ones in his hand. “Were you going to ask me something about them? Or are you going to rant over the team’s picture taking skills?”
His brain sluggishly worked to catch on to the conversation. He was thankful that his stutter hadn’t made an appearance like it frequently did when Buffy startled him. “Oh, I was just thinking.”
She closed the book and set it on the sofa just beyond the edge of the afghan. “About what?” She asked, giving him her full attention.
“A possible mission,” he said, dropping his gaze back to the pictures in his hand. He wondered if she’d find the mission boring.
“Oh, do tell,” she said, pulling the blankets off of her legs. She gracefully came to her feet and stretched her back out before joining him at his desk. He did his level best not to watch her as she did.
“The ruins SG-13 found, they’re Ancient. I was thinking…” He hesitated, unsure of how she’d take the idea.
“Of taking our team to explore them,” she said with a knowing grin. “Sounds like fun. I’d like to go through the gate and not get shot at for once.”
Daniel looked back up at her and returned the grin. He wasn’t sure what was motivating her visits to his office since it didn’t appear that she was doing this with anyone else, but for now he wasn’t questioning it, just enjoying it.
XXXXXXXXX
Never in Buffy’s life had she ever wished to be a pen before, but now she found herself fervently wanting it. Not so much any pen, but a very specific one. A Bic that was comprised of a metal cylinder with a clicky end. The one that Daniel Jackson was currently holding between pursed lips.
Buffy really wanted to shoot Sam for assigning her to watch Daniel as he examined the temple ruins. She really would have rather patrolled the area, but someone had to make sure Daniel stayed out of trouble. It just so happened that she drew the short straw this time, something that seemed to be occurring more and more.
Now she had to suffer watching the hottest guy she had ever met painstakingly study each word written on the wall. He treated everything with such care that she couldn’t help but wonder if he treated his lovers the same way. If he would touch her with as much reverence as he did the ancient artifacts.
Shame on you, Buffy admonished herself. You shouldn’t be thinking such lustful thoughts about your teammate.
But try as she might, the crush she had developed on the handsome archaeologist when they had met two months ago had blown up into full-time lusties. It wasn’t that the man was just like walking sex, but he was kind, intelligent, funny, and really, really sweet. The only person she had ever seen him yell at was Jack and she sensed that it was only because the General knew how to push his buttons.
Buffy had a lot of opportunities over the past month to observe Daniel and each moment found her wanting him more. He’d scowl at Jack for forcing him to get some rest, he’d smile encouragingly at one of his staff when they’d make a breakthrough on a translation, he’d laugh at a story Sam told, or when he would give someone his full attention whenever they spoke to him.
That was the clincher. It didn’t matter who was having a problem, Daniel was always willing to stop what he was doing to help. Even if all that was needed was a friendly ear. He managed to make them feel like you were the only one in the world as those blue eyes focused on them.
Focus, she reminded herself. You’re supposed to be keeping him from getting hurt, not fantasizing about him… again.
She watched in fascination as he removed the pen to write something down. His entire being was concentrating on the translation as if the world depended on it when in all actuality it could just be someone’s grocery list. She bit back a groan as his tongue darted out to lick his lips before placing the pen back to its former position.
The tiny blonde couldn’t take it anymore. She stood up and said, “I’m gonna do another sweep.”
Daniel looked up. “Huh?” He asked around the pen causing Buffy’s tummy to flutter softly.
“Need to stretch my legs. Don’t wander off.”
“Okay,” he said, turning back to the wall.
She sighed and left the room. She really needed to get a handle on this before she did something crazy – like grabbing him and kissing him senseless. Which was something she found herself sorely tempted to do at least once a day.
Not that she had much of a chance with him. Daniel deserved someone who could keep up with him on an intellectual level. Someone who could understand him when he got on a roll about some point in history or language.
It wasn’t that she was stupid, but there was a world of difference between normal people intelligent and genius intelligent. She was well aware of which side of the fence she fell on in that category. Of course, her libido wasn’t listening to any of this logic.
Daniel never tried to make her feel like an idiot, or anyone else. Well, except for Jack. And again, it felt like an old routine between the two. But Daniel was too nice or polite to purposely make others feel stupid.
He was just so knowledgeable about so many things and he was animated every time he spoke about them. His enthusiasm was real and he always spoke with conviction. It was never purposeful how he sometimes made people feel a little inadequate in the brains department. He was just so eager to share.
What did she have to share? The different ways to stake a vampire? What was the best way to kill a hortoth demon? Or even better – how to get demon goo out of leather pants.
Buffy fought back the urge to sigh as she finished her sweep. That occupied all of fifteen minutes and she had spent the entire time thinking about Daniel. So much for leaving his presence to stop thinking about him.
Daniel was in the exact spot he had been when she had left him. Whatever was written on that wall must have been interesting.
She checked her watch. They only had an hour and a half before they had to start heading back to the gate. At his current pace there was no way that that Daniel had looked at everything he wanted. If the man had his way, they’d spend the next several months on that planet in the one room of the temple.
She walked over and crouched next to him. “Anything helpful?”
“Huh?” He asked, looking over at her in surprise.
“Finding anything helpful?”
“I’m not sure, maybe… why?” He asked, pushing his glasses back up his nose from where they had slipped, his blue eyes clear and bright.
“We’re starting to run low on time. You might want to start taking your own pictures of the ruins,” she suggested.
“What? That’s impossible. I just started,” he said, pulling back his jacket sleeve to look at his watch.
“I’m afraid not. You’ve been at this wall for four hours,” she said.
“Do you think you could…”
“Help? Sure. I even brought a second camera,” she said with a smile.
“Buffy, you are a lifesaver,” he said as he opened his pack in search of his own camera.
“You have no idea,” she muttered as she went over to her own pack.
As she carefully took pictures of every inch of the ruins, she worked hard at calming her body down. Being that close to him caused her heart to race and she was sure that her face was flushed.
She was surprised that he had never commented on her sometimes strange behavior. An irritating stutter seemed to appear every time he smiled at her. She was forever going to his office when she had nothing else to do. Sometimes they’d talk, other times she’d pull a random book off one of his shelves and sit down to read while he worked.
Either he had absolutely no interest in her or he was completely clueless. She prayed it was the latter. It would be horrible if he became uncomfortable being around her. Perhaps she should cut back on how much time she spent in his office.
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