REPOST: Conversations With Military People - A BtVS/Stargate SG1 Crossover - Amy/General Hammond
Title: Conversations With Military People
Rating: FR13
Setting: Post Buffy season seven for Amy. Pick your own spot for Stargate.
Characters: Amy Madison and General Hammond
Disclaimer: They ain't mine. Amy belongs to Joss Whedon and Mutant Enemy. The Stargate people belong to Gekko Productions, Double Secret Productions, MGM/UA, and Showtime/Viacom.
Summary: Amy Madison and General Hammond have an interesting chat.
Author's Note: Part of Jinni’s 20 minutes with Amy crossover challenge.
Amy Madison looked around the room in a somewhat bemused fashion. She still wasn’t quite sure why she’d been brought to this room by the military, but she hadn’t been about to argue with people carrying that many weapons and experienced in using them. The door opened, and a bald man in uniform walked in carrying a large pile of papers. Placing them carefully on the desk in front of her, he drew a chair up and sat down before regarding her carefully from behind clasped hands. Amy didn’t say anything - they’d bought her here and obviously wanted something, so it was their dime.
Finally the man spoke “Good afternoon, Miss Madison. My name is General George Hammond, and I am in command of this base. Have you any idea why you’re here at all?”
Amy leaned forward and stared at him. This was not what she was expecting at all. “No. Why am I here?” she said warily, trying to figure out where the trap was.
General Hammond frowned. “We want to know where, why and from whom you obtained those Goa’uld artifacts that you’ve been using. We are prepared to not press charges in any way, providing you co-operate fully”.
Wha? Goa’uld? Charges? What the hell was he talking about? And was that why they taken all her jewellery away from her when they come for her at home? Amy’s jaw dropping seemed to encourage him to speak more. “We’ve been aware of your activities in your neighbourhood for a while now, ever since an enterprising young officer noticed you charming the clerk in your local 711.”
He frowned even deeper than before, and leaned forward on the desk. “In fact Miss Madison, the only reason we are having this polite chat now is the limited and generally selfish way that you’ve been abusing these artifacts. Now, all we want to know is how you got them, from whom you got them, and how you managed to make these off-world devices operational.”
Oh goddess. The military did know about aliens. For a moment Amy wished that Xander Harris was there - surely someone like him would know things like this. But he wasn’t, and she was in deep, deep shit now. Looked like the only way out for her was the truth, the whole truth and nothing but the truth.
“General…” she said, before trailing off somewhat. “Look… it’s magic okay? Real magic. Not some kind of fake, created by technology magic. It’s just me, okay? Not some kind of ghoul technology.”
Crap. He didn’t look at all convinced. Oh well, time to go for broke. Amy waved her hand, and the large pile of papers in front of him caught fire. “See? And you took all my bangles away from me. The magic’s in me, not some kind of device.” And with the wave of her hand again, put the fire out.
The general slowly sat down again from where he’d jumped back, and waved the guards back from the door. “So, Miss Madison, say I was to believe you for the moment. I suggest that you tell me everything, from the beginning in detail.”
Amy sighed. This was gonna be a long, long night. “You ever heard of something called a Hellmouth?”
~Fin~
Rating: FR13
Setting: Post Buffy season seven for Amy. Pick your own spot for Stargate.
Characters: Amy Madison and General Hammond
Disclaimer: They ain't mine. Amy belongs to Joss Whedon and Mutant Enemy. The Stargate people belong to Gekko Productions, Double Secret Productions, MGM/UA, and Showtime/Viacom.
Summary: Amy Madison and General Hammond have an interesting chat.
Author's Note: Part of Jinni’s 20 minutes with Amy crossover challenge.
Amy Madison looked around the room in a somewhat bemused fashion. She still wasn’t quite sure why she’d been brought to this room by the military, but she hadn’t been about to argue with people carrying that many weapons and experienced in using them. The door opened, and a bald man in uniform walked in carrying a large pile of papers. Placing them carefully on the desk in front of her, he drew a chair up and sat down before regarding her carefully from behind clasped hands. Amy didn’t say anything - they’d bought her here and obviously wanted something, so it was their dime.
Finally the man spoke “Good afternoon, Miss Madison. My name is General George Hammond, and I am in command of this base. Have you any idea why you’re here at all?”
Amy leaned forward and stared at him. This was not what she was expecting at all. “No. Why am I here?” she said warily, trying to figure out where the trap was.
General Hammond frowned. “We want to know where, why and from whom you obtained those Goa’uld artifacts that you’ve been using. We are prepared to not press charges in any way, providing you co-operate fully”.
Wha? Goa’uld? Charges? What the hell was he talking about? And was that why they taken all her jewellery away from her when they come for her at home? Amy’s jaw dropping seemed to encourage him to speak more. “We’ve been aware of your activities in your neighbourhood for a while now, ever since an enterprising young officer noticed you charming the clerk in your local 711.”
He frowned even deeper than before, and leaned forward on the desk. “In fact Miss Madison, the only reason we are having this polite chat now is the limited and generally selfish way that you’ve been abusing these artifacts. Now, all we want to know is how you got them, from whom you got them, and how you managed to make these off-world devices operational.”
Oh goddess. The military did know about aliens. For a moment Amy wished that Xander Harris was there - surely someone like him would know things like this. But he wasn’t, and she was in deep, deep shit now. Looked like the only way out for her was the truth, the whole truth and nothing but the truth.
“General…” she said, before trailing off somewhat. “Look… it’s magic okay? Real magic. Not some kind of fake, created by technology magic. It’s just me, okay? Not some kind of ghoul technology.”
Crap. He didn’t look at all convinced. Oh well, time to go for broke. Amy waved her hand, and the large pile of papers in front of him caught fire. “See? And you took all my bangles away from me. The magic’s in me, not some kind of device.” And with the wave of her hand again, put the fire out.
The general slowly sat down again from where he’d jumped back, and waved the guards back from the door. “So, Miss Madison, say I was to believe you for the moment. I suggest that you tell me everything, from the beginning in detail.”
Amy sighed. This was gonna be a long, long night. “You ever heard of something called a Hellmouth?”
~Fin~