August 4 - Stjerneportalen
Title: Stjerneportalen
Author: 3am_moonlight aka mirrored_illusions
Summary: Buffy somehow managed to fall through another portal.
Crossover: Stargate Atlantis
Characters: Buffy Summers/Ronon Dex UST, John Sheppard, Teyla Emmagan, Rodney McKay.
Rating: FR-13.
Word count: 1, 001
Challenge: The 2016 August Fic-a-Day Challenge on the Twisted Shorts comm on LJ. Day 4.
Timeline: About a decade post-Chosen for BtVS, anytime for SGA.
Warnings: Eh? Canon-level violence, I suppose.
Disclaimer: BtVS/AtS characters belong to Joss Whedon, Mutant Enemy, et al. SGA belongs to someone with big, scary lawyers.
A/N: ‘Stjerneportalen’ is simply a Norwegian translation of ‘stargate’.
Buffy sighed. This was the fourth time in as many planets that had been attacked by the Wraith while she was there. Once again she was fighting for her life and the life of the villagers, who yet again fled rather than even try to fight. She had just cut the feeding hand off of a particular annoying Wraith and was about to repeat the gesture with his head when she suddenly heard the unmistakable sound of gunfire. It was completely out of place given the primitive people who seemed to live in this galaxy. Well, if you ignored the advanced weaponry some of them had.
Her head turned so fast she nearly missed the annoying creature firing his energy weapon, and only barely managed to avoid it. Experience of watching various people being hit with the thing had made her very certain that she did NOT want to get in it’s direct path, or even to be graced by it. After quickly dispatching his head she ran towards the randomly firing automatic gunfire. When she rounded some threes she got a shock; on the outskirts of the village were four people. Three men and a woman. Two of the men and the woman were wearing BDU’s while the fourth wore brown leather pants and a brown leather vest.
The apparent leader was tall and had dark, gravity defying hair and wiry body, but more interestingly there was a small patch on his uniform that looked suspiciously like the American flag. The second man was blond, slightly taller than the first one, and he was more pudgy around the middle. He also had a patch on his shoulder, but his looked more like the Canadian flag. The woman was about her own height, but with a much more generous chest. Her hair was reddish brown and about shoulder length. Best of all, she moved like a seasoned warrior and she was clearly a better fighter than the two men.
Her eyes roamed involuntary over the last man from the head and all the way down to his boots. He was a tall, slender man with some nice looking biceps which was clearly visible due to him being kind enough to wear a vest rather than a shirt or a jacket. His face was framed by long dreads mostly tied in the back, and he was tall. Really, really tall. He was definitely easy on the eyes, and her libido reminded her that it had been way too long since she’d had sex last. She squashed the thought.
She took in all of them in a second before she joined the fray. This was not the time to enjoy the view, no matter how pleasant said view was. Using the Scythe as her primary weapon she used it to alternatively slice and dice the wraith and their foot soldiers, and simply staking them with the other end of her very shiny weapon. Out of the corner of her eyes she saw the probable Earth-people take up defensive positions behind her and to the sides in order to cover her blindspots, and guard her flanks. Buffy gave a slight smile at that while cutting off another feeding hand on the downswing from taking off another head.
After dispatching the last one she turned around and smiled to the shorter of the three men, and inclined her head in thanks. “Thanks for the backup. When did you arrive on this planet?” The question was matter-of-fact, but still seemed to catch them off guard.
“About an hour ago. We had a look around before we noticed the Wraith.” The leader guy replied. At least she thought he was the leader. “Are you from this world?” He clearly didn’t believe that, but good manners were a wonderful thing. Sometimes.
Besides, her pink leather pants and the white tank top with ‘PARENTAL ADVISORY. EXPLICIT CONTENT’ emblazoned across it in a very familiar black and white logo was pretty much a dead giveaway. Thanks, Faith. She added silently to herself only half sarcastically. She had thankfully had a backpack with her when she fell through the portal, but it only had two sets of pants, two long sleeved tops, a t-shirt, and a black leather jacket in it. Along with some toiletries, a bottle of water, a half-eaten sandwich, her wallet, and her cell phone. The last two were completely useless to her at the moment as apparently you didn’t get phone service in Pegasus.
But of course, the soldiers had to find her when she looked extra girly, with added attitude, and a body count. Go, go Buffy! Way to make a positive first impression! She thought to herself, this time with definite sarcasm.
“No, I’m from Earth. Actually I’m from California. You wouldn't happen to know anything about that little blue marble, would you?” A long time habit made her smile at the raised eyebrows.
“Maybe we should continue this conversation back at base?” Then as an obvious added incentive he said, “We have coffee.” The last part made her laugh, but she followed him towards the Gateway anyway. It had been several months since she’d gotten her hands on that black, bitter goodness.
It was a ten-fifteen minute walk to what they called the Stargate, but it ended up being nearly an hour as she had to get her backpack and then talk to the village elders before she left their hospitality. But in the end they managed to convince her to go with them, despite her misgivings about secret military operations.
However, what got her to go along in the end was a promise to spar with Ronon, he of the very nice biceps, and Teyla, her fellow female warrior. The promise to check if she really was from their Earth helped, but Buffy didn't have high expectations. She had a gut feeling that this was another dimension or reality or something, but whatever it was there would be no way home. Not really.