Aug. 14th: Dandelion, Ch. 3: Driving Miss Buffy
Title: Dandelion, Ch. 3: Driving Miss Buffy
Author: 3am_moonlight (MirroredIllusions on TtH)
Crossover: BtVS / Criminal Minds / Stargate SG-1
Rating: Gen / Teen
Word Count: 866
Timeline: BtVS: Post-Chose, later seasons for CM, and not decided for SG1.
Disclaimer: The Buffyverse, the CM 'verse, and the Stargate 'verse all belong to people who are not yours truly.
Summary: Jack gives Buffy a ride.
Author's Note: Written for Day 14 of the 2020 August Fic-A-Day.
A/N: This is very rushed, so please excuse any glaring mistakes.
Dr. Rees insisted on keeping her in the hospital for another three days, but as he was unable to find anything wrong with her he was forced to sign her release papers. She was thrilled to be out of there, but after attempting to make a few sneaky phone calls to her mother, Willow, Xander, Giles, and even Cordelia and only getting strangers on the line she wasn't sure what to do. A second attempt to call other relatives got the same result.
She wasn't in her own dimension or reality or whatnot, and that would quickly become a problem. Especially since the authorities insisted she was someone who was most likely dead. The scientific explanation went way over her head, especially since Willow had been high on caffeine at the time and rambling at sonic speed. But the gist of it was that two versions of the same person couldn't stay in the same reality for more than a day or two and then the universe would get upset and kill the one who didn't belong.
Buffy had been here for three-four days now and she was alive and healthy as ever so that most likely meant that Elizabeth O'Neill was dead. She suspected that Jack O'Neill was aware of this as well. The man was intelligent but hid it behind a laid-back personality, much as she herself hid hers behind a dumb blonde act.
It meant that when she finally escaped the hospital she had nowhere to go. It also meant she didn't have anything aside from the clothes on her back. Anything that had been in her pockets was gone.
Except when she walked out the front door of the hospital a certain Colonel was waiting for her in the parking lot, calmly leaning against a dark, nondescript car. Naturally, she veered towards him. As she got closer he straightened up and greeted her.
"Buffy. Need a ride?"
She couldn't help but give him an amused smile in return. "Jack. I would if I had somewhere to go. Which I don't." Then, because she was finally away from the needle-happy people, she tried for levity and asked, "Does your car make a stop nowhere?"
He laughed. "No, but Sara and I have rooms at a local motel. I'll rent a room for you there if you want. We can figure out where we go from there."
Buffy shrugged her shoulders lightly, "It's a better option than where I expected to end up, so I'm game."
"Excellent! Get in." He walked around the car and left her to get in on the other side. Once inside she fastened her seatbelt and as soon as he had his on he backed out of the parking spot, and soon they were on the road.
A quick look around inside revealed it to be a rental, which made sense since he had flown in. And another thought crossed her mind. "Agent Jareau introduced you as a Colonel, but she didn't say which branch you're from."
"The Air Force. I'm a pilot."
She snuck a glance at him. "You must've loved getting on a place when someone else was flying it."
"That better be a very sarcastic comment, missy. You don't mess with a pilot and their planes."
She grinned, "Are you trying to make me believe that the Air Force lent you a plane so you could fly across the country for personal reasons?"
"That would've been sweet, don't you think?" He didn't wait for a reply. "But no, we flew commercial."
"Where are you stationed?"
"Officially at Peterson Air Force Base outside Colorado Springs."
She raised an eyebrow and she was certain he noticed in his peripheral view. "And unofficially?"
Jack hesitated for a few seconds before replied. "The Cheyenne Mountain Complex."
"You're one of Santa's super-secret little helpers?" That startled a laugh out of the man.
"No. NORAD is in a different building a short distance away."
Buffy pretended to pout a little. "That's a pity." If she had known him a little better she would've take it further, but despite everything the situation was delicate. "So if you're not helping Santa, then what are you doing in America's Fortress?"
"That's classified, but I'm trying to get you clearance." That made her turn and stare at him.
"Why?" She couldn't think of a single reason why anyone would allow a randomly appearing person to be given that kind of access. Especially if they believed she wasn't Elizabeth O'Neill.
"Hopefully, it'll get us some answers about you." He stopped at a traffic light and used the opportunity to turn towards her. "Unless you want to tell me what you do know about how you got here?"
She gave a small grimace without trying to hide it. "Even if I did try to explain it, I guarantee it isn't something you want to hear about. It also doesn't explain how I ended up here."
Jack gave her a long look before the light turned green and he had to focus on the road again. "We'll get back to that when I get an answer about your clearance."
The rest of the ride was spent mostly in silence.
Author: 3am_moonlight (MirroredIllusions on TtH)
Crossover: BtVS / Criminal Minds / Stargate SG-1
Rating: Gen / Teen
Word Count: 866
Timeline: BtVS: Post-Chose, later seasons for CM, and not decided for SG1.
Disclaimer: The Buffyverse, the CM 'verse, and the Stargate 'verse all belong to people who are not yours truly.
Summary: Jack gives Buffy a ride.
Author's Note: Written for Day 14 of the 2020 August Fic-A-Day.
A/N: This is very rushed, so please excuse any glaring mistakes.
Dr. Rees insisted on keeping her in the hospital for another three days, but as he was unable to find anything wrong with her he was forced to sign her release papers. She was thrilled to be out of there, but after attempting to make a few sneaky phone calls to her mother, Willow, Xander, Giles, and even Cordelia and only getting strangers on the line she wasn't sure what to do. A second attempt to call other relatives got the same result.
She wasn't in her own dimension or reality or whatnot, and that would quickly become a problem. Especially since the authorities insisted she was someone who was most likely dead. The scientific explanation went way over her head, especially since Willow had been high on caffeine at the time and rambling at sonic speed. But the gist of it was that two versions of the same person couldn't stay in the same reality for more than a day or two and then the universe would get upset and kill the one who didn't belong.
Buffy had been here for three-four days now and she was alive and healthy as ever so that most likely meant that Elizabeth O'Neill was dead. She suspected that Jack O'Neill was aware of this as well. The man was intelligent but hid it behind a laid-back personality, much as she herself hid hers behind a dumb blonde act.
It meant that when she finally escaped the hospital she had nowhere to go. It also meant she didn't have anything aside from the clothes on her back. Anything that had been in her pockets was gone.
Except when she walked out the front door of the hospital a certain Colonel was waiting for her in the parking lot, calmly leaning against a dark, nondescript car. Naturally, she veered towards him. As she got closer he straightened up and greeted her.
"Buffy. Need a ride?"
She couldn't help but give him an amused smile in return. "Jack. I would if I had somewhere to go. Which I don't." Then, because she was finally away from the needle-happy people, she tried for levity and asked, "Does your car make a stop nowhere?"
He laughed. "No, but Sara and I have rooms at a local motel. I'll rent a room for you there if you want. We can figure out where we go from there."
Buffy shrugged her shoulders lightly, "It's a better option than where I expected to end up, so I'm game."
"Excellent! Get in." He walked around the car and left her to get in on the other side. Once inside she fastened her seatbelt and as soon as he had his on he backed out of the parking spot, and soon they were on the road.
A quick look around inside revealed it to be a rental, which made sense since he had flown in. And another thought crossed her mind. "Agent Jareau introduced you as a Colonel, but she didn't say which branch you're from."
"The Air Force. I'm a pilot."
She snuck a glance at him. "You must've loved getting on a place when someone else was flying it."
"That better be a very sarcastic comment, missy. You don't mess with a pilot and their planes."
She grinned, "Are you trying to make me believe that the Air Force lent you a plane so you could fly across the country for personal reasons?"
"That would've been sweet, don't you think?" He didn't wait for a reply. "But no, we flew commercial."
"Where are you stationed?"
"Officially at Peterson Air Force Base outside Colorado Springs."
She raised an eyebrow and she was certain he noticed in his peripheral view. "And unofficially?"
Jack hesitated for a few seconds before replied. "The Cheyenne Mountain Complex."
"You're one of Santa's super-secret little helpers?" That startled a laugh out of the man.
"No. NORAD is in a different building a short distance away."
Buffy pretended to pout a little. "That's a pity." If she had known him a little better she would've take it further, but despite everything the situation was delicate. "So if you're not helping Santa, then what are you doing in America's Fortress?"
"That's classified, but I'm trying to get you clearance." That made her turn and stare at him.
"Why?" She couldn't think of a single reason why anyone would allow a randomly appearing person to be given that kind of access. Especially if they believed she wasn't Elizabeth O'Neill.
"Hopefully, it'll get us some answers about you." He stopped at a traffic light and used the opportunity to turn towards her. "Unless you want to tell me what you do know about how you got here?"
She gave a small grimace without trying to hide it. "Even if I did try to explain it, I guarantee it isn't something you want to hear about. It also doesn't explain how I ended up here."
Jack gave her a long look before the light turned green and he had to focus on the road again. "We'll get back to that when I get an answer about your clearance."
The rest of the ride was spent mostly in silence.