August 08: One Foot In Front of the Other: Another Meeting
Title: One Foot In Front Of The Other: Buffy vs Wraith
Author: 3am_moonlight (MirroredIllusions on TtH)
Crossover: BtVS / Stargte Atlantis
Rating: Gen / Teen
Word Count: 1,139
Timeline: BtVS: Post-Chosen & SGA: post-03x12: Echoes.
Disclaimer: Nothing copyrighted belongs to yours truly.
Summary: Buffy is on the wrong end of another attempt to get information.
Author's Note: Written for Day 07 of the 2021 August Fic-A-Day.
A/N: Part 01 / Part 02 / Part 03 / Part 4 / Part 5 .
A/N 2:
It took over 24 hours for Colonel Sheppard to call her over the little radio headset thing they were all expected to wear whenever they were awake. At that point, she was in her office. It was a medium-sized room with no windows, but a very comfortable office chair. Rather spartan, but that could be remedied over time if she ended up staying.
Buffy got up and went down half a hallway to Colonel Sheppard's office. As expected it was occupied by the Colonel, Dr. Weir, and Major Lorne. She kind of felt the same way as she had when she'd been called to the principal's office after the gym thing at Hemery High. Except instead of the principal and her parents there was a high-ranking politician, a high-ranking officer, and said officer's XO.
"Please have a seat, Miss Summers." Buffy sat down across from the base commander and looked him in the eye. This was going to be his show, not Dr. Weir's. Then she waited.
Major Lorne was on Sheppard's other side and looked calm and professional like he always did. A professional 2iC, someone had commented sarcastically when the man had been far enough away not to hear it. Not particularly polite, but he certainly knew his job well by all accounts and he seemed to take his CO's antics in stride.
"Major Lorne has given us a more in-depth report on what happened on M36-117." Colonel Sheppard began, "including how you were apparently able to fight two Wraith at the same time and still managed to kill them both. With a knife."
She gave a shallow nod, "That's right."
"Not only that," he continued, "but from the sounds of it you were playing with them rather than just kill them and move on to help the locals."
Trying not to sigh out loud, Buffy replied to the unasked question. "I was testing their strength and fighting abilities for myself. It's one thing to read about something but it's something entirely different to encounter them myself." She considered for a brief moment then went on, "I'll admit that I shouldn't have drawn it out as much as I did, but it felt wonderful to finally use my skillset without having to pull my punches in fear I'll injure someone."
Of course, she still hadn't used all of her strength or speed on the creatures, but that was something else she had no intention of telling these people. Buffy was immensely strong and fast, even for a Slayer, and her abilities kept growing every year.
"Is that something you intended to do in the future?" She raised a delicate eyebrow and he narrowed his eyes back at her. "Are you going to compromise whichever team you're out with to satisfy whatever inner urges you have?"
Quickly steering her thoughts away from the mental image she had gotten from his wording, she replied. "No. I've gotten a basic sense of what they're capable of, so there's no need. Any additional information will be much easier to get and won't need as much time."
"How come you're so fast and strong?" Dr. Weir's brown eyes were intent as she was leaning slightly forward.
"That information is classified, doctor."
"The dial-in is later today, and we will get the answers we're seeking."
Buffy's lips turned up slightly. "No, you won't. Whoever the two of you emailed will give you the same answer I've given you: It's classified on a Need To Know basis and you don't need to know."
"General O'Neill," Sheppard began but was quickly cut off by Buffy.
"I've already told you, he doesn't know. And unless there are some extraordinary circumstances that require him to be told, he won't. And even if he did, the information is way too sensitive for a simple email. Even if it is encrypted to hell and back."
That was met with unhappy mutterings, but at this point, she didn't care. They would find out soon enough that she was right.
"We have a right to know what's going on, Miss Summers. We need to know about and be able to identify threats, what you're doing is counterproductive to that." Elizabeth Weir's voice was reasonable and under other circumstances, it might even have convinced her, but she had no chance now.
"There's a huge difference between 'need to know' and 'want to know'. All you need to know is that people much higher up in the hierarchy knows what's going on and have approved my presence here. You pushing this isn't going to win you anything but hostility from people you can't afford to alienate."
It deteriorated into an argument between the two women after that, with only a few comments from Sheppard. It appeared that the man was finally seeing the writing's on the wall, and maybe he was beginning to see the benefit of her being there. Even if he didn't get the answers he wanted.
Major Lorne, conversely, sat quietly and observed. Buffy got the impression he was slightly regretting something, or maybe he was embarrassed over Dr. Weir's inability to give in to the inevitable. She met his eyes while Sheppard and Weird had a short dispute, and Lorne gave her a brief apologetic look before his face once again returned to its inscrutable mask. She responded with a fleeting smile of understanding before she was once again facing the Expedition Leader.
Colonel Sheppard dismissed his XO ten minutes later and the argument heated up for another 20 minutes before he dismissed Buffy as well. She could hear the two arguing as she left. On the bright side, Sheppard was coming around if his argument was anything to go by, and hopefully whatever the SGC told him would make him back off. Or at least stop these meetings from being repeated, but on the flip side, Weir was not getting it at all and seemed to amp up her entitlement.
Sheppard had all but admitted he had contacted General O'Neill, and while the man seemed to hide under the same kind of male blondness act as Sheppard did, he was much better at it. She also didn't think he would actually spill the supernatural beans even if he were told. Buffy had only met the grey-haired General once, but he had made a good impression despite the dumb act he seemed to habitually use on everyone.
She had no idea who Weir might have contacted to try and pry the information out of, but the chance of whoever telling was pretty small. It was still there though. And if someone was stupid enough to put that information in an email, knowing how many geeks worked for the Program and how many different organizations were surveilling everything, it could quickly be catastrophic.
Three more hours and she would know.
Author: 3am_moonlight (MirroredIllusions on TtH)
Crossover: BtVS / Stargte Atlantis
Rating: Gen / Teen
Word Count: 1,139
Timeline: BtVS: Post-Chosen & SGA: post-03x12: Echoes.
Disclaimer: Nothing copyrighted belongs to yours truly.
Summary: Buffy is on the wrong end of another attempt to get information.
Author's Note: Written for Day 07 of the 2021 August Fic-A-Day.
A/N: Part 01 / Part 02 / Part 03 / Part 4 / Part 5 .
A/N 2:
It took over 24 hours for Colonel Sheppard to call her over the little radio headset thing they were all expected to wear whenever they were awake. At that point, she was in her office. It was a medium-sized room with no windows, but a very comfortable office chair. Rather spartan, but that could be remedied over time if she ended up staying.
Buffy got up and went down half a hallway to Colonel Sheppard's office. As expected it was occupied by the Colonel, Dr. Weir, and Major Lorne. She kind of felt the same way as she had when she'd been called to the principal's office after the gym thing at Hemery High. Except instead of the principal and her parents there was a high-ranking politician, a high-ranking officer, and said officer's XO.
"Please have a seat, Miss Summers." Buffy sat down across from the base commander and looked him in the eye. This was going to be his show, not Dr. Weir's. Then she waited.
Major Lorne was on Sheppard's other side and looked calm and professional like he always did. A professional 2iC, someone had commented sarcastically when the man had been far enough away not to hear it. Not particularly polite, but he certainly knew his job well by all accounts and he seemed to take his CO's antics in stride.
"Major Lorne has given us a more in-depth report on what happened on M36-117." Colonel Sheppard began, "including how you were apparently able to fight two Wraith at the same time and still managed to kill them both. With a knife."
She gave a shallow nod, "That's right."
"Not only that," he continued, "but from the sounds of it you were playing with them rather than just kill them and move on to help the locals."
Trying not to sigh out loud, Buffy replied to the unasked question. "I was testing their strength and fighting abilities for myself. It's one thing to read about something but it's something entirely different to encounter them myself." She considered for a brief moment then went on, "I'll admit that I shouldn't have drawn it out as much as I did, but it felt wonderful to finally use my skillset without having to pull my punches in fear I'll injure someone."
Of course, she still hadn't used all of her strength or speed on the creatures, but that was something else she had no intention of telling these people. Buffy was immensely strong and fast, even for a Slayer, and her abilities kept growing every year.
"Is that something you intended to do in the future?" She raised a delicate eyebrow and he narrowed his eyes back at her. "Are you going to compromise whichever team you're out with to satisfy whatever inner urges you have?"
Quickly steering her thoughts away from the mental image she had gotten from his wording, she replied. "No. I've gotten a basic sense of what they're capable of, so there's no need. Any additional information will be much easier to get and won't need as much time."
"How come you're so fast and strong?" Dr. Weir's brown eyes were intent as she was leaning slightly forward.
"That information is classified, doctor."
"The dial-in is later today, and we will get the answers we're seeking."
Buffy's lips turned up slightly. "No, you won't. Whoever the two of you emailed will give you the same answer I've given you: It's classified on a Need To Know basis and you don't need to know."
"General O'Neill," Sheppard began but was quickly cut off by Buffy.
"I've already told you, he doesn't know. And unless there are some extraordinary circumstances that require him to be told, he won't. And even if he did, the information is way too sensitive for a simple email. Even if it is encrypted to hell and back."
That was met with unhappy mutterings, but at this point, she didn't care. They would find out soon enough that she was right.
"We have a right to know what's going on, Miss Summers. We need to know about and be able to identify threats, what you're doing is counterproductive to that." Elizabeth Weir's voice was reasonable and under other circumstances, it might even have convinced her, but she had no chance now.
"There's a huge difference between 'need to know' and 'want to know'. All you need to know is that people much higher up in the hierarchy knows what's going on and have approved my presence here. You pushing this isn't going to win you anything but hostility from people you can't afford to alienate."
It deteriorated into an argument between the two women after that, with only a few comments from Sheppard. It appeared that the man was finally seeing the writing's on the wall, and maybe he was beginning to see the benefit of her being there. Even if he didn't get the answers he wanted.
Major Lorne, conversely, sat quietly and observed. Buffy got the impression he was slightly regretting something, or maybe he was embarrassed over Dr. Weir's inability to give in to the inevitable. She met his eyes while Sheppard and Weird had a short dispute, and Lorne gave her a brief apologetic look before his face once again returned to its inscrutable mask. She responded with a fleeting smile of understanding before she was once again facing the Expedition Leader.
Colonel Sheppard dismissed his XO ten minutes later and the argument heated up for another 20 minutes before he dismissed Buffy as well. She could hear the two arguing as she left. On the bright side, Sheppard was coming around if his argument was anything to go by, and hopefully whatever the SGC told him would make him back off. Or at least stop these meetings from being repeated, but on the flip side, Weir was not getting it at all and seemed to amp up her entitlement.
Sheppard had all but admitted he had contacted General O'Neill, and while the man seemed to hide under the same kind of male blondness act as Sheppard did, he was much better at it. She also didn't think he would actually spill the supernatural beans even if he were told. Buffy had only met the grey-haired General once, but he had made a good impression despite the dumb act he seemed to habitually use on everyone.
She had no idea who Weir might have contacted to try and pry the information out of, but the chance of whoever telling was pretty small. It was still there though. And if someone was stupid enough to put that information in an email, knowing how many geeks worked for the Program and how many different organizations were surveilling everything, it could quickly be catastrophic.
Three more hours and she would know.