Debt to Pay - August 2nd
Twisted Shorts August Fic-a-Day Challenge - Day 2
Title: Debt to Pay
Author: hermione2be
Rating: PG/FR13/K+
Crossover: BtVS/SG:A
Disclaimer: I do not own any of BtVS/Angel or Stargate people, places, or ideas. This fiction is done simply for pleasure and I receive no profit.
Summary: Faith takes a plunge with the Atlantis Expedition.
Notes: Follows Jail or Us
Seasons: Post-series/Season 1
Word Count: 1170
“So let me get this straight,” Colonel Sumner said, “not only do I have a major who doesn’t know how to follow orders, I also have a girl who doesn’t know about Stargates or Ancients and is a fugitive.”
“Colonel,” O’Neill tried to stop the repeated argument he had been having for three days with the leader of the Atlantis military division. The worst part was, it was like having the same argument with himself…
“I assume we’re talking about Miss Lehane,” Doctor Beckett said as he came in followed by Doctor Fraiser.
“How did you guess, Doctor?” O’Neill asked, everything lately seemed to boil down to Miss Faith Lehane.
“Well, whatever happens, I believe she’ll be an asset,” Fraiser said, handing O’Neill a piece of paper.
“What makes you say that?”
“You know that we’ve been testing members of the expedition for the ATA gene,” Beckett said. “Most who have it, like myself, have a basic form of the gene. We can activate things, control things, but we require concentration and, honestly, a lot of training.”
“Right,” Sumner said, “it’s why Major Sheppard is supposed to be a boon to the expedition; he’s got a higher concentration.”
“Yes,” Fraiser said. “One that rivals General O’Neill. And now, Faith is right up there with them.”
“She’s got the gene?” O’Neill said in surprise as he sat back.
“Not just that,” Beckett said, “like Major Sheppard, she’s a natural.”
“Great,” Sumner drawled sarcastically.
Jack tapped the folder in front of him in thought. While Faith would never be the ideal candidate for the Atlantis Expedition, there was something to be said for the little things that were adding up in her favor.
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Faith tried to wrap her head around what was happening. Not only were they going to a different planet…but a different galaxy. She was blown away by what she had learned during her days in Cheyanne Mountain. In five days, she had been captivated by the exploits of SG1, read mission reports and tech manuals and scientific papers.
“You look a little gobsmacked, lass,” Doctor Beckett said as he came up alongside her. He was a few inches taller than her, with black hair and blue eyes, and a Scottish accent.
“I am,” she admitted as she stared up at the Stargate.
“Did you get in touch with your friends?” he asked.
“Yeah…I got to say goodbye.” She also knew that Spike and Angel had survived whatever went down in LA several weeks before. And Wesley had not. Willow had been kind, verified Faith was okay, that she was sure about going through with this. Faith ran a hand along her bag, ‘sure’ was not quite what she would call it. Resigned maybe. This mission into the unknown, it was her due - it was what she owed the Scoobies, all the little Slayers they activated. Maybe she could find a way in helping them to wipe the slate clean.
The stone came to life and a whoosh of water came from the center before settling back as a rippling blue surface. A large remote-controlled robot went first. It was as tense and silent minute as they waited for the technician to get his readings.
“You have a go,” General O’Neill’s voice came over the speaker. The entire room was buzzing with nervous energy as the teams started going through.
Faith saw a civilian struggling with his pack. She had a single moment of hesitation before grabbing the pack and lifting it. The man startled.
“Um, I’m sorry,” he said, thinking he had run into her.
“Looked like you were struggling,” she said with a shrug as she shouldered the bag.
He gaped at her in surprise, before pushing his glasses up the bridge of his nose. “I’m Doctor Radek Zelenka.”
“Faith,” she said.
His eyes widened. “You’re her?!”
She winced.
“No, I’m sorry, we just learned about your ATA gene, we were worried that only Major Sheppard would have such a high acuity. And that we would have to go through Colonel Sumner every time we wanted to have someone other than Doctor Beckett to test technology.”
“It was not my fault,” Beckett said from her other side. “The drones are bloody hard to control.”
A ghost of a smile touched Faith’s lips as she listened to them argue. They stopped abruptly just before the event horizon.
“Here goes,” Zelenka said softly.
Beckett whispered a blessing in Gaelic. Then, as one, Faith, Zelenka, and Beckett stepped through the Stargate.
On the other side, Faith immediately guided them where they were being directed to stay out of the way as the last of the expedition came through.
“That’s everyone,” Sumner reported.
Elizabeth stepped down to stand in front of the Stargate. “General O’Neill? Atlantis base offers greetings from the Pegasus Galaxy. You may cut the power to the gate.”
Nothing happened immediately, then a single bottle of champagne rolled through the Stargate. Elizabeth bent to pick it up and the Stargate shutdown.
Faith held her breath. That was it. There was no going back. As far as they - or Earth - was concerned, the Atlantis Expedition was on their own. She was one Slayer among several hundred humans - scientists and soldiers. And they did not even know what she was, only her record and that the President had put her on this journey without explanation.
“Who do you report to?” Beckett asked.
“I…don’t know,” she answered. “We never really got that far. What about you two?”
“I’m Chief Medical Officer,” he replied. “All the medical staff reports to me and I report to Doctor Weir.”
“I work under Doctor McKay,” Zelenka said with a distracted gesture. “Faith, will you come with me? Since you have the gene, I want to see if things respond to you differently.”
“Sure…” She followed him into the hall as he scanned different things. They were quiet as she looked at the old, metal walls and tried to determine what could be used as weapons.
She paused at a tall, thin window. “It’s huge.” It looked like any other city and from her perspective, they were in the tallest tower. She wondered what its shape was. Her eyes tracked to the edge of the city and then to the odd blue-green that seemed to exist past it.
Zelenka was talking softly to himself, but she could hear him clearly as he tried to identify things. He kept slowly moving along the corridor.
Faith stayed where she was, craning her neck to look upwards where the substance beyond the city seemed to continue overhead. Something struck her, she ran after Zelenka, pulling him to a halt.
“Yes?” he said, focusing on her.
“The legend of Atlantis - didn’t it disappear beneath the ocean?”
He blinked, then nodded. “Well, yes.”
Faith pulled him over to a slightly larger window. “I think we’re still underwater.”
Zelenka stared out the window, then seemed to angle his gaze upwards. “Drahy lorde,” he muttered. “What is holding it back?”
Title: Debt to Pay
Author: hermione2be
Rating: PG/FR13/K+
Crossover: BtVS/SG:A
Disclaimer: I do not own any of BtVS/Angel or Stargate people, places, or ideas. This fiction is done simply for pleasure and I receive no profit.
Summary: Faith takes a plunge with the Atlantis Expedition.
Notes: Follows Jail or Us
Seasons: Post-series/Season 1
Word Count: 1170
“So let me get this straight,” Colonel Sumner said, “not only do I have a major who doesn’t know how to follow orders, I also have a girl who doesn’t know about Stargates or Ancients and is a fugitive.”
“Colonel,” O’Neill tried to stop the repeated argument he had been having for three days with the leader of the Atlantis military division. The worst part was, it was like having the same argument with himself…
“I assume we’re talking about Miss Lehane,” Doctor Beckett said as he came in followed by Doctor Fraiser.
“How did you guess, Doctor?” O’Neill asked, everything lately seemed to boil down to Miss Faith Lehane.
“Well, whatever happens, I believe she’ll be an asset,” Fraiser said, handing O’Neill a piece of paper.
“What makes you say that?”
“You know that we’ve been testing members of the expedition for the ATA gene,” Beckett said. “Most who have it, like myself, have a basic form of the gene. We can activate things, control things, but we require concentration and, honestly, a lot of training.”
“Right,” Sumner said, “it’s why Major Sheppard is supposed to be a boon to the expedition; he’s got a higher concentration.”
“Yes,” Fraiser said. “One that rivals General O’Neill. And now, Faith is right up there with them.”
“She’s got the gene?” O’Neill said in surprise as he sat back.
“Not just that,” Beckett said, “like Major Sheppard, she’s a natural.”
“Great,” Sumner drawled sarcastically.
Jack tapped the folder in front of him in thought. While Faith would never be the ideal candidate for the Atlantis Expedition, there was something to be said for the little things that were adding up in her favor.
88888888
Faith tried to wrap her head around what was happening. Not only were they going to a different planet…but a different galaxy. She was blown away by what she had learned during her days in Cheyanne Mountain. In five days, she had been captivated by the exploits of SG1, read mission reports and tech manuals and scientific papers.
“You look a little gobsmacked, lass,” Doctor Beckett said as he came up alongside her. He was a few inches taller than her, with black hair and blue eyes, and a Scottish accent.
“I am,” she admitted as she stared up at the Stargate.
“Did you get in touch with your friends?” he asked.
“Yeah…I got to say goodbye.” She also knew that Spike and Angel had survived whatever went down in LA several weeks before. And Wesley had not. Willow had been kind, verified Faith was okay, that she was sure about going through with this. Faith ran a hand along her bag, ‘sure’ was not quite what she would call it. Resigned maybe. This mission into the unknown, it was her due - it was what she owed the Scoobies, all the little Slayers they activated. Maybe she could find a way in helping them to wipe the slate clean.
The stone came to life and a whoosh of water came from the center before settling back as a rippling blue surface. A large remote-controlled robot went first. It was as tense and silent minute as they waited for the technician to get his readings.
“You have a go,” General O’Neill’s voice came over the speaker. The entire room was buzzing with nervous energy as the teams started going through.
Faith saw a civilian struggling with his pack. She had a single moment of hesitation before grabbing the pack and lifting it. The man startled.
“Um, I’m sorry,” he said, thinking he had run into her.
“Looked like you were struggling,” she said with a shrug as she shouldered the bag.
He gaped at her in surprise, before pushing his glasses up the bridge of his nose. “I’m Doctor Radek Zelenka.”
“Faith,” she said.
His eyes widened. “You’re her?!”
She winced.
“No, I’m sorry, we just learned about your ATA gene, we were worried that only Major Sheppard would have such a high acuity. And that we would have to go through Colonel Sumner every time we wanted to have someone other than Doctor Beckett to test technology.”
“It was not my fault,” Beckett said from her other side. “The drones are bloody hard to control.”
A ghost of a smile touched Faith’s lips as she listened to them argue. They stopped abruptly just before the event horizon.
“Here goes,” Zelenka said softly.
Beckett whispered a blessing in Gaelic. Then, as one, Faith, Zelenka, and Beckett stepped through the Stargate.
On the other side, Faith immediately guided them where they were being directed to stay out of the way as the last of the expedition came through.
“That’s everyone,” Sumner reported.
Elizabeth stepped down to stand in front of the Stargate. “General O’Neill? Atlantis base offers greetings from the Pegasus Galaxy. You may cut the power to the gate.”
Nothing happened immediately, then a single bottle of champagne rolled through the Stargate. Elizabeth bent to pick it up and the Stargate shutdown.
Faith held her breath. That was it. There was no going back. As far as they - or Earth - was concerned, the Atlantis Expedition was on their own. She was one Slayer among several hundred humans - scientists and soldiers. And they did not even know what she was, only her record and that the President had put her on this journey without explanation.
“Who do you report to?” Beckett asked.
“I…don’t know,” she answered. “We never really got that far. What about you two?”
“I’m Chief Medical Officer,” he replied. “All the medical staff reports to me and I report to Doctor Weir.”
“I work under Doctor McKay,” Zelenka said with a distracted gesture. “Faith, will you come with me? Since you have the gene, I want to see if things respond to you differently.”
“Sure…” She followed him into the hall as he scanned different things. They were quiet as she looked at the old, metal walls and tried to determine what could be used as weapons.
She paused at a tall, thin window. “It’s huge.” It looked like any other city and from her perspective, they were in the tallest tower. She wondered what its shape was. Her eyes tracked to the edge of the city and then to the odd blue-green that seemed to exist past it.
Zelenka was talking softly to himself, but she could hear him clearly as he tried to identify things. He kept slowly moving along the corridor.
Faith stayed where she was, craning her neck to look upwards where the substance beyond the city seemed to continue overhead. Something struck her, she ran after Zelenka, pulling him to a halt.
“Yes?” he said, focusing on her.
“The legend of Atlantis - didn’t it disappear beneath the ocean?”
He blinked, then nodded. “Well, yes.”
Faith pulled him over to a slightly larger window. “I think we’re still underwater.”
Zelenka stared out the window, then seemed to angle his gaze upwards. “Drahy lorde,” he muttered. “What is holding it back?”