Fic: Stjerneportalen (3/8)
Title: Stjerneportalen - Chapter 03 (En Ny Virkelighet)
Author:
mirrored_illusions aka
3am_moonlight
Fandom: Buffy the Vampire Slayer (TV), Stargate Atlantis (TV)
Rating / Timeline: Teen & Up. / Post BtVS, ca. S05 of SGA.
Characters: Buffy Summers, John Sheppard, Teyla Emmagan, Ronon Dex, Rodney McKay, Elizabeth Weir, Evan Lorne, Laura Cadman.
WC: 9, 713 / Complete.
Disclaimer: BtVS belongs to Joss Whedon, the Stargate franchise is the property of whoever holds the copyright.
Other links: AO3 | FF | TtH
A/N 1: Not beta read. Sorry.
A/N 2: This was written for the 2016 Fic-A-Day Challenge over at TwistedShorts on LJ / TtHFanfic.org.
- I'm finally reposting this fic to DW and LJ; it only took two months! Oops?
A/N 3: ‘Stjerneportalen’ is simply a Norwegian translation of ‘the stargate’. ‘En ny virkelighet’ means ‘a new reality’.
It had been two weeks since she had followed John Sheppard and his team back to Atlantis, and on the first day there had been a long meeting where part of the upper management tried to get her to fit into one of their not-so-neat little boxes. It hadn’t worked, but points for trying. Right? On the bright side Sheppard and his team didn’t seem to worried about that, instead they just kept an extra eye on her. Well, McKay was worried, but it hadn’t taken her long to figure out that that was pretty much his stand-by reaction to something he didn’t understand but could potentially be dangerous to him.
She had given them her full name, birthdate, place of birth, and other essential information in an attempt to find out if she existed here - or if she’d existed here at some point in the past. Somehow she still doubted that they would be able to find anything on her, but if they wanted to waste their time on it then fine. Everything had been sent back to Earth in a weekly databurst, and she was told it would take a week or two before they would get a reply.
Oddly it seemed like she hadn’t just crossed space but also time, as according to Dr. Weir it was 2009 and not 2037 as it had been when she left her own dimension. Not that she had revealed the real year she had come from, just that it was further into the future. It also meant that she would officially be ‘28’. Or rather she would be ‘27’ for another 17 days and then supposedly turn ‘28’ as it was January second here.
Maybe she could get herself a small celebration here for her not-really-birthday, preferably without any kind of supernatural interference or alien interference as the case may be in Pegasus. Then again, probably not. It would be just her luck that something bad happened on that date, real birthday or not.
On the much brighter side she had been allowed to spar with first Ronon and then the day after she’d had an even better fight with Teyla involving something called Bantos Rods. The sparring match with Ronon had drawn a lot of the military personnel who had heard about the incident with the Wraith on Lareva and wanted to see her in action. Especially after they got a look at her in person and it clearly didn’t match their image of a female warrior. An image which probably looked more like a taller version of Teyla than Buffy’s 5’2”, blonde hair, and general girly-girl attitude.
The poor souls had been in for a rude awakening after she first kicked Ronon’s backside all over the training room, and then repeated it again with over half the soldiers before Dr. Weir showed up and ruined her fun. There might’ve even been a little pouting at that, and not just from her. The non-combative audience had clearly enjoyed the free show and there had been several bets going on when it had all been brought to a halt.
She’d been allowed to go and shower but had then been told in no uncertain terms that she was to present herself in Dr. Weir’s office immediately afterwards. It had eerily reminded her of being sent to the principal’s office back in high school. Except she was in her mid-fifties now pretending to be in her early- to mid-thirties rather than the teenager she had once been. Although to be fair she had usually done something to genuinely deserve being sent to the principal, just like she had probably deserved to be sent to Weir’s office.
The meeting hadn’t been as bad as she had expected, evidently Ronon had pulled something similar when he first arrived in the city - except he hadn’t really bothered to pull his punches like she had. The underlying words saying she wasn’t able to cause the same amount of bodily damage as he had. It had been naive of the good doctor, but Buffy had seen no reason to correct her assumption at the time.
The next fight, err, sparring match had been with Teyla, who it turned out came from a world of traders and farmers called Athos. Ronon had been from a world of warriors called Sateda. She had chosen to spar with her chosen weapons, two sticks she called Bantos Rods. Buffy had been given another pair and was shown the basics of this particular fighting practise before they began.
It had still been an uneven match, Buffy’s Slayer strength, speed, and agility easily gave her the upper hand, but Teyla gave as well as she got. Proving that she was both stronger and faster than a normal human, but still less powerful than Buffy. Nevertheless it had been the best sparring match she’d had since Faith nearly two decades before. Needless to say they’d repeated the exercise several times since, both to teach Buffy how to use the Bantos Rods properly and simply for the enjoyment it brought the two of them.
Then Buffy heard the distinctive sound of Elizabeth Weir’s footsteps. Today was the day when the databurst would come and they had promised a reply.
Author:
mirrored_illusions aka
3am_moonlight
Fandom: Buffy the Vampire Slayer (TV), Stargate Atlantis (TV)
Rating / Timeline: Teen & Up. / Post BtVS, ca. S05 of SGA.
Characters: Buffy Summers, John Sheppard, Teyla Emmagan, Ronon Dex, Rodney McKay, Elizabeth Weir, Evan Lorne, Laura Cadman.
WC: 9, 713 / Complete.
Disclaimer: BtVS belongs to Joss Whedon, the Stargate franchise is the property of whoever holds the copyright.
Other links: AO3 | FF | TtH
A/N 1: Not beta read. Sorry.
A/N 2: This was written for the 2016 Fic-A-Day Challenge over at TwistedShorts on LJ / TtHFanfic.org.
- I'm finally reposting this fic to DW and LJ; it only took two months! Oops?
A/N 3: ‘Stjerneportalen’ is simply a Norwegian translation of ‘the stargate’. ‘En ny virkelighet’ means ‘a new reality’.
It had been two weeks since she had followed John Sheppard and his team back to Atlantis, and on the first day there had been a long meeting where part of the upper management tried to get her to fit into one of their not-so-neat little boxes. It hadn’t worked, but points for trying. Right? On the bright side Sheppard and his team didn’t seem to worried about that, instead they just kept an extra eye on her. Well, McKay was worried, but it hadn’t taken her long to figure out that that was pretty much his stand-by reaction to something he didn’t understand but could potentially be dangerous to him.
She had given them her full name, birthdate, place of birth, and other essential information in an attempt to find out if she existed here - or if she’d existed here at some point in the past. Somehow she still doubted that they would be able to find anything on her, but if they wanted to waste their time on it then fine. Everything had been sent back to Earth in a weekly databurst, and she was told it would take a week or two before they would get a reply.
Oddly it seemed like she hadn’t just crossed space but also time, as according to Dr. Weir it was 2009 and not 2037 as it had been when she left her own dimension. Not that she had revealed the real year she had come from, just that it was further into the future. It also meant that she would officially be ‘28’. Or rather she would be ‘27’ for another 17 days and then supposedly turn ‘28’ as it was January second here.
Maybe she could get herself a small celebration here for her not-really-birthday, preferably without any kind of supernatural interference or alien interference as the case may be in Pegasus. Then again, probably not. It would be just her luck that something bad happened on that date, real birthday or not.
On the much brighter side she had been allowed to spar with first Ronon and then the day after she’d had an even better fight with Teyla involving something called Bantos Rods. The sparring match with Ronon had drawn a lot of the military personnel who had heard about the incident with the Wraith on Lareva and wanted to see her in action. Especially after they got a look at her in person and it clearly didn’t match their image of a female warrior. An image which probably looked more like a taller version of Teyla than Buffy’s 5’2”, blonde hair, and general girly-girl attitude.
The poor souls had been in for a rude awakening after she first kicked Ronon’s backside all over the training room, and then repeated it again with over half the soldiers before Dr. Weir showed up and ruined her fun. There might’ve even been a little pouting at that, and not just from her. The non-combative audience had clearly enjoyed the free show and there had been several bets going on when it had all been brought to a halt.
She’d been allowed to go and shower but had then been told in no uncertain terms that she was to present herself in Dr. Weir’s office immediately afterwards. It had eerily reminded her of being sent to the principal’s office back in high school. Except she was in her mid-fifties now pretending to be in her early- to mid-thirties rather than the teenager she had once been. Although to be fair she had usually done something to genuinely deserve being sent to the principal, just like she had probably deserved to be sent to Weir’s office.
The meeting hadn’t been as bad as she had expected, evidently Ronon had pulled something similar when he first arrived in the city - except he hadn’t really bothered to pull his punches like she had. The underlying words saying she wasn’t able to cause the same amount of bodily damage as he had. It had been naive of the good doctor, but Buffy had seen no reason to correct her assumption at the time.
The next fight, err, sparring match had been with Teyla, who it turned out came from a world of traders and farmers called Athos. Ronon had been from a world of warriors called Sateda. She had chosen to spar with her chosen weapons, two sticks she called Bantos Rods. Buffy had been given another pair and was shown the basics of this particular fighting practise before they began.
It had still been an uneven match, Buffy’s Slayer strength, speed, and agility easily gave her the upper hand, but Teyla gave as well as she got. Proving that she was both stronger and faster than a normal human, but still less powerful than Buffy. Nevertheless it had been the best sparring match she’d had since Faith nearly two decades before. Needless to say they’d repeated the exercise several times since, both to teach Buffy how to use the Bantos Rods properly and simply for the enjoyment it brought the two of them.
Then Buffy heard the distinctive sound of Elizabeth Weir’s footsteps. Today was the day when the databurst would come and they had promised a reply.