Fic: Stjerneportalen (4/8)
Title: Stjerneportalen - Chapter 04 (Alene I En Annen Dimensjon)
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’. ‘Alene i en annen dimensjon’ means ‘alone in another dimension’.
As soon as Buffy heard Dr. Weir’s footsteps she stopped her nervous pacing and sat down on the office chair that had been included in her quarters. This was the moment of truth; was this an alternate dimension or reality like she thought, or had she somehow been transported to the Pegasus Galaxy - and for whatever reason also been thrown back in time as well?
When the polite knock on the door finally came she was calm and collected, or at least she appeared that way on the outside. On the inside her heart was beating hard against her chest, and she’d had to perform one of her breathing exercises to calm her breathing. There were only three people who might’ve been able to see the tension and nervousness in her, but all three of them were long dead. Faded memories of a much simpler time.
Buffy thought the door open. It was something she had discovered early on that she was capable of, but, like all her other abilities, she was careful not to flaunt it. Well, she definitely flaunted her fighting skills and some of her strength, but the rest was kept on the down low. The only reason she opened the door with her mind was that she had seen Sheppard do the same thing nearly every time he went first into a room. A few others had done it as well, but not as effortlessly.
The Civilian Commander entered her quarters with a raised eyebrow, but in light of the reason she had decided to come all the way to the guest quarters rather than simply summon their newly arrived warrior, made her leave her questions unasked. For now.
Weir wore her standard Atlantis uniform; black BDU pants, a red short-sleeved shirt, and a black jacket with with red inserts to identify her as a civilian. Buffy had quickly realized that the military personnel had black inserts, medical had yellow, the technicians were green, and the scientists had shades of blue. It was very nice of them to make sure they were color coordinated for everyone's convenience.
“Miss Summers,” Dr. Weir greeted her as she walked into the room as the door closed behind her. She grasped her hands in front of her in a gesture Buffy now recognized as her way of stopping herself from fidgeting. “The databurst came an hour ago and Stargate Command sent me the result of their research into you and the people whose names you gave us.”
“And?” Buffy asked politely, while silently indicating with her hand that she should sit down on the only other chair in the room. She had gotten up when her guest entered the room as manners dictated she should, and sat back down after her.
“You were right about not existing in this reality. There is no Buffy Summers or even an Elizabeth Summers currently alive in Los Angeles or anywhere else in either California, Ohio, or the rest of the United States. Nor, as far as the SGC can tell, has there ever been anyone with that name matching your birthdate or the weeks leading up to or after it.”
Buffy nodded a little resigned; she had expected as much, but there was a finality in actually hearing the words. “What about my family and friends?” It was unlikely they would have alternates here, but one could never tell when something would surprise you.
“There are a few dozen women named Joyce Summers within your mother's age range, but none of them really fit your description of her, and about half of them have Summers as their maiden name instead of their married name. They got more or less the same result when using her maiden name.” Dr. Weird stopped to draw her breath, more because she wanted to stall a little than any necessary measures.
“They found several hundred men named Henry ‘Hank’ Summers, but again many of them were eliminated from the seach due to not fitting your description of him. The same thing happened with Willow Rosenberg and Alexander ‘Xander’ Harris. There are no foreign nationals in America called Rupert Giles, and while there are several with that name in the UK they do not match either. However, the SGC sent pictures of the most likely candidates for your perusal.”
Buffy nodded again. Naturally the military and their civilian handlers would want to cover all bases before giving it their stamp of approval. If her parents hadn’t been born in this reality then the likelihood of her high school friends being around had pretty much been zero.
“And Sunnydale?” It wasn’t the actual city she was interested in; it was about what it represented, why it was built in the first place. The Boca Del Inferno. The reason she and her mother had been manipulated to move there after Buffy had been Chosen. Even decades later she didn’t know if her relocation had been set up by the Powers That Be or just by the Watcher’s Council, or even a combination of the two.
“There is not nor has there ever been a city, town, village, or any other kind of settlement by that name in California or anywhere else in the country.” This time she was unable to hide her relief and gave the other woman a plain but much more relaxed smile.
“Do you mind telling me why that makes you so happy? I was under the impression you spent half your teenage years and at least some of your 20’s in this city.”
Oops, Buffy thought to herself. Even now she would occasionally make this kind of slips, but it could’ve been worse. “While I have a lot of good memories from there, I also have a lot of horrible ones, and knowing there’s no Sunnydale here makes me feel much better about it.”
It was a thin excuse, but it was the best she could come up with on short notice, but it wasn’t like she could tell Elizabeth Weir that the real reason she was so relieved was that there wasn’t a passageway into a hell dimension in California. There could still be one in Cleveland or in any number of places though.
Their conversation continued for another 10 minutes or so before Dr. Weir excused herself and said she needed to get back to her office and her other duties. Prior to leaving though she asked Buffy to call her Elizabeth, and told her that if she was willing she could accompany Major Lorne’s team on a mission the next week.
The only appropriate answers to that was, “Of course, please call me Buffy.” And, “Great! When do I get to meet the rest of his team?”
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’. ‘Alene i en annen dimensjon’ means ‘alone in another dimension’.
As soon as Buffy heard Dr. Weir’s footsteps she stopped her nervous pacing and sat down on the office chair that had been included in her quarters. This was the moment of truth; was this an alternate dimension or reality like she thought, or had she somehow been transported to the Pegasus Galaxy - and for whatever reason also been thrown back in time as well?
When the polite knock on the door finally came she was calm and collected, or at least she appeared that way on the outside. On the inside her heart was beating hard against her chest, and she’d had to perform one of her breathing exercises to calm her breathing. There were only three people who might’ve been able to see the tension and nervousness in her, but all three of them were long dead. Faded memories of a much simpler time.
Buffy thought the door open. It was something she had discovered early on that she was capable of, but, like all her other abilities, she was careful not to flaunt it. Well, she definitely flaunted her fighting skills and some of her strength, but the rest was kept on the down low. The only reason she opened the door with her mind was that she had seen Sheppard do the same thing nearly every time he went first into a room. A few others had done it as well, but not as effortlessly.
The Civilian Commander entered her quarters with a raised eyebrow, but in light of the reason she had decided to come all the way to the guest quarters rather than simply summon their newly arrived warrior, made her leave her questions unasked. For now.
Weir wore her standard Atlantis uniform; black BDU pants, a red short-sleeved shirt, and a black jacket with with red inserts to identify her as a civilian. Buffy had quickly realized that the military personnel had black inserts, medical had yellow, the technicians were green, and the scientists had shades of blue. It was very nice of them to make sure they were color coordinated for everyone's convenience.
“Miss Summers,” Dr. Weir greeted her as she walked into the room as the door closed behind her. She grasped her hands in front of her in a gesture Buffy now recognized as her way of stopping herself from fidgeting. “The databurst came an hour ago and Stargate Command sent me the result of their research into you and the people whose names you gave us.”
“And?” Buffy asked politely, while silently indicating with her hand that she should sit down on the only other chair in the room. She had gotten up when her guest entered the room as manners dictated she should, and sat back down after her.
“You were right about not existing in this reality. There is no Buffy Summers or even an Elizabeth Summers currently alive in Los Angeles or anywhere else in either California, Ohio, or the rest of the United States. Nor, as far as the SGC can tell, has there ever been anyone with that name matching your birthdate or the weeks leading up to or after it.”
Buffy nodded a little resigned; she had expected as much, but there was a finality in actually hearing the words. “What about my family and friends?” It was unlikely they would have alternates here, but one could never tell when something would surprise you.
“There are a few dozen women named Joyce Summers within your mother's age range, but none of them really fit your description of her, and about half of them have Summers as their maiden name instead of their married name. They got more or less the same result when using her maiden name.” Dr. Weird stopped to draw her breath, more because she wanted to stall a little than any necessary measures.
“They found several hundred men named Henry ‘Hank’ Summers, but again many of them were eliminated from the seach due to not fitting your description of him. The same thing happened with Willow Rosenberg and Alexander ‘Xander’ Harris. There are no foreign nationals in America called Rupert Giles, and while there are several with that name in the UK they do not match either. However, the SGC sent pictures of the most likely candidates for your perusal.”
Buffy nodded again. Naturally the military and their civilian handlers would want to cover all bases before giving it their stamp of approval. If her parents hadn’t been born in this reality then the likelihood of her high school friends being around had pretty much been zero.
“And Sunnydale?” It wasn’t the actual city she was interested in; it was about what it represented, why it was built in the first place. The Boca Del Inferno. The reason she and her mother had been manipulated to move there after Buffy had been Chosen. Even decades later she didn’t know if her relocation had been set up by the Powers That Be or just by the Watcher’s Council, or even a combination of the two.
“There is not nor has there ever been a city, town, village, or any other kind of settlement by that name in California or anywhere else in the country.” This time she was unable to hide her relief and gave the other woman a plain but much more relaxed smile.
“Do you mind telling me why that makes you so happy? I was under the impression you spent half your teenage years and at least some of your 20’s in this city.”
Oops, Buffy thought to herself. Even now she would occasionally make this kind of slips, but it could’ve been worse. “While I have a lot of good memories from there, I also have a lot of horrible ones, and knowing there’s no Sunnydale here makes me feel much better about it.”
It was a thin excuse, but it was the best she could come up with on short notice, but it wasn’t like she could tell Elizabeth Weir that the real reason she was so relieved was that there wasn’t a passageway into a hell dimension in California. There could still be one in Cleveland or in any number of places though.
Their conversation continued for another 10 minutes or so before Dr. Weir excused herself and said she needed to get back to her office and her other duties. Prior to leaving though she asked Buffy to call her Elizabeth, and told her that if she was willing she could accompany Major Lorne’s team on a mission the next week.
The only appropriate answers to that was, “Of course, please call me Buffy.” And, “Great! When do I get to meet the rest of his team?”