August 31st: A Symphony of Echoes: The Achilles
Title: A Symphony of Echoes, Chapter 09: The Achilles
Author: 3am_moonlight (MirroredIllusions on TtH)
Crossover: BtVS / Stargate SG-1: Continuum
Rating: Teen
Word Count: 1,196
Timeline: BtVS: Post-Chosen & Stargate SG-1: Continuum
Disclaimer: Nothing copyrighted belongs to yours truly.
Summary: In which there are stowaways on the Achilles.
Author's Note: Written for Day 31 of the 2021 August Fic-A-Day.
A/N: Aaand... It's a wrap! I'm going to sleep now. If the muse is in a good mood I'll rewrite and expand this puppy, because I had big plans for it but kept running out of time.
Previous: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8.
They came to a compromise, they found a planet that had a reputation for having quite a few dangerous creatures roaming around it. Several reconnaissance trips prove it to be true, however, that was the continent the Stargate had been placed on. The planet, which according to Egeria, was called Lykke had another two continents. Both of which were habitable and free of anything too dangerous.
Over the next few years, they saved about 500 people from various worlds they came across and moved them to Lykke. They also relocated about 50 female members of the Hak'tyl there with the promise that Egeria would provide symbiotes for them so they wouldn't have to raid Goa'uld strongholds to get them from Goa'uld queens or during transport.
They built large aquatic tanks for the larval symbiotes to mature enough to be placed within the pouch of a Jaffa. Which generally took between one and three years, which was then followed by five to eight years in a Jaffa's pouch before they were capable of taking a human host.
It meant that by the time 1939 rolled around they were barely able to greet the first batch of new Tok'ra before they had to prepare for their return to Earth. 53 female Jaffa had successfully carried the new Tok'ra and the same number of rescued humans from multiple planets had agreed to become hosts.
Cam had refused on principle, saying, "If I were meant to live for 2-300 years God would've blessed me with longevity without me needing a snake to accomplish it. I'll take my mortality, thanks." And that had been that.
Buffy had already been fast, strong, healed fast, and possessed enhanced senses, but becoming a host had augmented her even more. Which had for the most part been a good thing, but loud noises had become a bit of a problem as it would occasionally seem like people were yelling when they weren't. They were working on it.
Neither of them was certain what their combined healing abilities would do to Buffy's lifespan, but they had agreed, through many, many discussions, that it would in all likelihood extend her life by quite a few years. Which could mean centuries or even millennia or more, or nothing much. Egeria had never heard of Slayers despite having lived on Earth in the far past, but that didn't have to mean anything other than they had nothing to compare their situation to.
Cam and Buffy gated back to Earth in early July 1939, only about five days before the Achilles was set to leave Giza, Egypt and head for Boston, Massachusetts. They had very carefully packed anything they would need, like warm clothes for the journey and enough food so that they wouldn't need to steal from the crew.
The day before the ship was set to leave they snuck on board and found a room that looked like it hadn't been in use for quite some time and placed their things there. There were no beds in there as expected but they had both brought bedrolls and something akin to sleeping pads so the cold floor and the chill of the ocean wouldn't make them sick.
Buffy gave their new temporary home a thorough look, "Well, it isn't the worst place I've ever slept, but I can already tell that this will the kind of fun that's not."
"It's two weeks and then we'll be in America, Ba'al will be dead, the time-traveling version of him at least, and we have a lot of coffee to enjoy. We'll be fine." Cam tried to sound convincing, but by the look on his face, he wasn't even convincing himself.
"It's a 14 or 15-day journey that should've taken ten days at the most if your grandfather hadn't decided to zig-zag his way across the Atlantic instead of going from Point A to Point B in the quickest way possible."
"Yeah, yeah, everyone's a critic," Cam replied to the long-standing argument. "Go to bed, the never-ending journey begins tomorrow, bright and early."
Twelve days later the two (three) of them were hiding out in the cargo hold, just waiting for the large metal circle to activate from who knew where, and for their targets to come through. After nearly two weeks of nothing but waiting and no chance to fight or even stretch her legs much, waiting for the now-familiar red lights to light up and the inner circle thingy to start spinning seemed like forever and then some.
Then finally, finally the first light activated and the spinning began, soon after the blue vortex of the Stargate wooshed out and then returned to ripple gently inside the gate. They both adjusted their stance and she tried to ignore the crewman who had wandered down to them for some unknown reason.
A catwalk descended from the other side of the wormhole and soon after a Jaffa carrying a staff weapon came through. Cam used a rifle to spray him with bullets. A few moments later a second Jaffa came through, this one was carrying two staff weapons. He was killed by the crewman. Then a Goa'uld strolled through casually who HAD to be Ba'al. The stories of how flashy he was made it obvious. He had his arms behind his back in a relaxed pose and looked much too satisfied with himself. The look on his face when he saw Cam was priceless. A single bullet to the head from Cam ended him permanently. The third and final Jaffa was carrying a huge round thing Buffy just assumed was a bomb. He was also killed by the unknown crewman.
Buffy rose from her hidden position and activated her Zat gun, and after kicking away the staff weapons she shot them three times each so they disappeared. She then repeated the process with the bomb and the last Jaffa. Meanwhile, Cam rifled through Ba'al's clothing and found a second mini-DHD.
He nodded to her, "All yours." She pulled the trigger another three times and the final Ba'al, whether it was the real one or another one of his many clones was unknown, but all future versions of him were dead now. Only the present-time one was out there somewhere.
Buffy turned Cam's conversation with his grandfather out and picked up the alien weapons. They would no doubt come in useful at some point. *We could use them in our war against the Goa'uld,* Egeria suggested. *Or as a way to safeguard ourselves on Earth if we choose to stay here until time catches up with you.*
*I still haven't made up my mind. Everyone on Lykke will be good for at least the next eight years, maybe longer, but I'm not sure it's a good idea to deliberately strand ourselves on this particular planet. Too many things can and will go wrong.*
*I know,* Egeria soothed her, *But there are failsafes you know of that'll get us off Earth if we need to or want to leave.*
*I have one more day to decide.*
That's when Captain Mitchell finally realized she was there and, yeah, explaining this was going to be interesting.
Author: 3am_moonlight (MirroredIllusions on TtH)
Crossover: BtVS / Stargate SG-1: Continuum
Rating: Teen
Word Count: 1,196
Timeline: BtVS: Post-Chosen & Stargate SG-1: Continuum
Disclaimer: Nothing copyrighted belongs to yours truly.
Summary: In which there are stowaways on the Achilles.
Author's Note: Written for Day 31 of the 2021 August Fic-A-Day.
A/N: Aaand... It's a wrap! I'm going to sleep now. If the muse is in a good mood I'll rewrite and expand this puppy, because I had big plans for it but kept running out of time.
Previous: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8.
They came to a compromise, they found a planet that had a reputation for having quite a few dangerous creatures roaming around it. Several reconnaissance trips prove it to be true, however, that was the continent the Stargate had been placed on. The planet, which according to Egeria, was called Lykke had another two continents. Both of which were habitable and free of anything too dangerous.
Over the next few years, they saved about 500 people from various worlds they came across and moved them to Lykke. They also relocated about 50 female members of the Hak'tyl there with the promise that Egeria would provide symbiotes for them so they wouldn't have to raid Goa'uld strongholds to get them from Goa'uld queens or during transport.
They built large aquatic tanks for the larval symbiotes to mature enough to be placed within the pouch of a Jaffa. Which generally took between one and three years, which was then followed by five to eight years in a Jaffa's pouch before they were capable of taking a human host.
It meant that by the time 1939 rolled around they were barely able to greet the first batch of new Tok'ra before they had to prepare for their return to Earth. 53 female Jaffa had successfully carried the new Tok'ra and the same number of rescued humans from multiple planets had agreed to become hosts.
Cam had refused on principle, saying, "If I were meant to live for 2-300 years God would've blessed me with longevity without me needing a snake to accomplish it. I'll take my mortality, thanks." And that had been that.
Buffy had already been fast, strong, healed fast, and possessed enhanced senses, but becoming a host had augmented her even more. Which had for the most part been a good thing, but loud noises had become a bit of a problem as it would occasionally seem like people were yelling when they weren't. They were working on it.
Neither of them was certain what their combined healing abilities would do to Buffy's lifespan, but they had agreed, through many, many discussions, that it would in all likelihood extend her life by quite a few years. Which could mean centuries or even millennia or more, or nothing much. Egeria had never heard of Slayers despite having lived on Earth in the far past, but that didn't have to mean anything other than they had nothing to compare their situation to.
Cam and Buffy gated back to Earth in early July 1939, only about five days before the Achilles was set to leave Giza, Egypt and head for Boston, Massachusetts. They had very carefully packed anything they would need, like warm clothes for the journey and enough food so that they wouldn't need to steal from the crew.
The day before the ship was set to leave they snuck on board and found a room that looked like it hadn't been in use for quite some time and placed their things there. There were no beds in there as expected but they had both brought bedrolls and something akin to sleeping pads so the cold floor and the chill of the ocean wouldn't make them sick.
Buffy gave their new temporary home a thorough look, "Well, it isn't the worst place I've ever slept, but I can already tell that this will the kind of fun that's not."
"It's two weeks and then we'll be in America, Ba'al will be dead, the time-traveling version of him at least, and we have a lot of coffee to enjoy. We'll be fine." Cam tried to sound convincing, but by the look on his face, he wasn't even convincing himself.
"It's a 14 or 15-day journey that should've taken ten days at the most if your grandfather hadn't decided to zig-zag his way across the Atlantic instead of going from Point A to Point B in the quickest way possible."
"Yeah, yeah, everyone's a critic," Cam replied to the long-standing argument. "Go to bed, the never-ending journey begins tomorrow, bright and early."
Twelve days later the two (three) of them were hiding out in the cargo hold, just waiting for the large metal circle to activate from who knew where, and for their targets to come through. After nearly two weeks of nothing but waiting and no chance to fight or even stretch her legs much, waiting for the now-familiar red lights to light up and the inner circle thingy to start spinning seemed like forever and then some.
Then finally, finally the first light activated and the spinning began, soon after the blue vortex of the Stargate wooshed out and then returned to ripple gently inside the gate. They both adjusted their stance and she tried to ignore the crewman who had wandered down to them for some unknown reason.
A catwalk descended from the other side of the wormhole and soon after a Jaffa carrying a staff weapon came through. Cam used a rifle to spray him with bullets. A few moments later a second Jaffa came through, this one was carrying two staff weapons. He was killed by the crewman. Then a Goa'uld strolled through casually who HAD to be Ba'al. The stories of how flashy he was made it obvious. He had his arms behind his back in a relaxed pose and looked much too satisfied with himself. The look on his face when he saw Cam was priceless. A single bullet to the head from Cam ended him permanently. The third and final Jaffa was carrying a huge round thing Buffy just assumed was a bomb. He was also killed by the unknown crewman.
Buffy rose from her hidden position and activated her Zat gun, and after kicking away the staff weapons she shot them three times each so they disappeared. She then repeated the process with the bomb and the last Jaffa. Meanwhile, Cam rifled through Ba'al's clothing and found a second mini-DHD.
He nodded to her, "All yours." She pulled the trigger another three times and the final Ba'al, whether it was the real one or another one of his many clones was unknown, but all future versions of him were dead now. Only the present-time one was out there somewhere.
Buffy turned Cam's conversation with his grandfather out and picked up the alien weapons. They would no doubt come in useful at some point. *We could use them in our war against the Goa'uld,* Egeria suggested. *Or as a way to safeguard ourselves on Earth if we choose to stay here until time catches up with you.*
*I still haven't made up my mind. Everyone on Lykke will be good for at least the next eight years, maybe longer, but I'm not sure it's a good idea to deliberately strand ourselves on this particular planet. Too many things can and will go wrong.*
*I know,* Egeria soothed her, *But there are failsafes you know of that'll get us off Earth if we need to or want to leave.*
*I have one more day to decide.*
That's when Captain Mitchell finally realized she was there and, yeah, explaining this was going to be interesting.