Aug. 20th - The Queen Bee (BtVS/SGA)
Title: The Queen Bee
Author: 3am_moonlight
Rating: Gen.
Crossover: Stargate Atlantis
Timeline: Anytime post-Chosen, anytime for SGA.
Characters: John Sheppard and Buffy Summers.
Disclaimer: The Buffyverse belongs to Joss Whedon. SGA belong to MGM.
Summary: Buffy and John, take five. This time with some explanations and a little (vague) history.
Word Count: 1700.
Note: Follows ' A Face Full of Dust', ' Dust In the Park', ' Little Supergirl', and ' Unhelpful Sort-Of Explanations'.
"Hi! Let's try this little chat one more time!" His little blonde savior smiled brightly up at him while holding out a cup of coffee for him. As far as a peace offering for running out on him went, it was okay. Especially since that's why he was out here in the first place.
He gave her a slightly amused smirk in return, before he replied, "If it isn't the Queen Bee, my own Little Supergirl! And still walking around in the sunshine, I see. How nice of you to make time for an officer in your no doubt busy schedule. Are you planning on dropping another verbal bomb on me before running off for some, and I quote, 'world saveage and all that' today as well?"
"The world's been saved, for now, but there are no promises of having to leave abruptly again. I *am* in great demand, you know." She returned his smirk with a smile which reached all the way up to her eyes. "Then again, I'm sure you're familiar with the whole world saveage thing. Maybe even in several kinds of plural."
She took a quick look around while he digested that, "But maybe we should take this somewhere less crowded?" Yeah, privacy would definitely be good, if the wrong people overheard this he would probably be in a whole lot of trouble.
John indicated with his right hand, the one holding the free coffee, towards the right and said, "After you, my Queen." Then he gave a slight bow of his head.
"Why thank you, kind sir."
The two of them walked in silence for a few minutes until they reached the park he'd been aiming for. It was a lot smaller than the last one she'd found him in, and much easier to get a complete overview of the entire area from nearly anywhere within it. Maybe it was paranoia on his part, or maybe he'd just spent to much time around the Wraith and hostile natives. Or maybe it was the overly long update on the Goa'uld who may or may not still be on Earth after the Ba'al debacle SG-1 had to deal with a while back, but he'd rather be on the safe side so no one could sneak up on him. He pointedly didn't think about how being in the open made him, and Supergirl, a very visible target.
Once again Supergirl led him to a small stone wall where she decided to perch and he simply followed suit. "So, you know about the Goa'uld, the Ascended Ancients, and the Wraith. You also somehow know about Atlantis, but do you know where it's located?"
That part had been bugging him for three days now, ever since she'd used it as a last minute shock before she left for her mystery emergency. It hadn't helped in the least that no one had been willing to tell him anything about her either. He'd only managed to find a few people who he was pretty sure knew both who the woman was and what she did for a living, or maybe it was in addition to a living. That part was still unclear. He needed a name and preferably some good qualifications if he was going to pitch this to General O'Neill. Given that she changed her mind regarding the job offer, of course.
"It's somewhere in the Pegasus Galaxy. The address is some random numbers and letters I can't remember, but you need to use the Astria Porta to get there or you need a spaceship capable of traveling between galaxies. And I'm woefully short on both of those, unfortunately."
Yeah, her first introduction to the Stargate Program had clearly been a lot more informative than the one he'd gotten before he'd accepted his new posting. Then again, she was a civilian, but still. Someone had to have been bending backward to give her access that quickly; which meant that she was someone or that she knew someone high up in the ranks who had the power to give anyone they wanted restricted information. And that someone had to want her to join either the SGC or Atlantis or maybe one of their other off-world bases.
"Did your contacts try to recruit you?"
Supergirl gave him a thin smile, "They did, but I've worked for the military before and, well, let's just say I'm not impressed. Not with the people and not with what they were doing, or trying to do. Or how they kept trying to kill me and basically just making things worse."
Wait, what? He wasn't sure what he expected her to reply to be, but that certainly wasn't it. Why would any branch of the American military try to kill an American civilian? Logic said it would be much more beneficial to either hire her or get her to join up. If what she said was true then she'd at the very least been hired on a contractual basis, and getting her on a permanent basis from there shouldn't have been that difficult. Especially if they knew about her skillset; unless she had problems taking orders. He could see that being an issue; it was one he was pretty familiar with after all.
"Excuse me? Why did they try to kill you?" How she got out of that didn't really need an explanation; he'd already seen her fight and he doubted the living would stand any better chance against her than the undead no matter how well-trained they were.
She simply waved a hand vaguely in his direction, "It's highly classified and very hush, hush. I'm sure you know how the military is about their secrets ops, especially when the secret op in question was a complete disaster. But never mind, we were talking about your super secret program, not about my misspent youth."
"At least answer this; is that were you got your security clearance?"
She gave him an annoyed look, but he ignored it and simply gave her an encouraging smile. Depending on what kind of program she had run afoul of he might be able to use that to his advantage. It also depended on if she had anything to do with the disaster part of it. Hopefully, that hadn't been her fault or even involved her, but somehow he didn't think he had that kind of luck.
He looked at her while she had an inner debate with herself, silently hoping she'd give him an answer he could use. When her silence stretched out while she debated with herself he gave her a quick once-over; she'd switched out the leather pants and old-rose top for a pair of dark blue jeans and a light blue, partially see-through, loose top with a white tank top underneath it. She'd put her long, blonde hair in two loose braids. It made her look young and innocent, especially when she smiled.
"Yes. Well, it's where I originally got a security clearance, it's been upped quite a lot since then." She studied his face for a good twenty seconds and he managed not to fidget under her scrutiny. "My line of work requires me to know a lot of things the higher ups have declared to be classified, so to protect themselves and make everything all legal they gave me and some of my friends the proper clearance to know... stuff."
"Right. Back to what you said last time; when you were listing what you'd learned you mentioned that the Ancients had ascended into 'glowy things' instead of becoming 'giant snakes'. Care to explain?" He doubted it, but he wouldn't get any answers if he didn't ask.
"Also classified."
"You said the 'Astria Porta' earlier, do you know what that is and what the English translation is. If you do, why don't you use it?"
"'Astria Porta' is latin for 'stargate' or 'gateway to heaven', and other translations, but I think the first one is the correct one since that's what Dr. Jackson kept calling it when he gave me the 20 cent explanation." She took a breath after another debate with herself. "I call it the 'Astria Porta' because that's what it was called in the books I read years ago. The books said, and Dr. Jackson confirmed it, that it takes you to other planets. It also said that false gods, those golden bodysnatchers, took humans and used them as slaves and if they were attractive enough they were used as hosts."
She had just taken a breath to continue when *John's* cellphone began playing the theme to Star Wars. He really needed to keep Rodney away from his electronics when he didn't actually the man to fix them for him. He removed the offending device from his pocket after he'd gotten his hand half-way up to his ear only to remember he was on Earth and not Atlantis.
"Sheppard."
What followed was a rapid-fire accusation and questioning from McKay about why he wasn't back yet with his coffee, and John trying to defend himself without revealing anything about Supergirl. Or the fact that he was delayed by what was clearly an attractive woman, even if his reason for talking to her wasn't sexual. Rodney would not see it that way. He ended the conversation as quickly as possible with a promise to be back soon, with the coffee.
"My apologies, my Queen Supergirl, but there's an irate scientist back at the clubhouse who insists I serve him coffee before he takes the head off of someone for lack of caffein. Can we meet up later to continue this, or maybe meet somewhere tomorrow?" He gave her a hopeful look. It was worth a try.
There was mirth in her eyes now and a smile on her lips, but more importantly she gave him an affirmative reply. "We'll meet here tomorrow at 7 p.m." She got up from her perch, but before she had taken more than a few steps away she turned back. "Don't forget to avoid dark alleys and other dark people-free areas at night.
"Will do. See you tomorrow."
That was something, at least. With any luck, he could get some more information about her then.
Author: 3am_moonlight
Rating: Gen.
Crossover: Stargate Atlantis
Timeline: Anytime post-Chosen, anytime for SGA.
Characters: John Sheppard and Buffy Summers.
Disclaimer: The Buffyverse belongs to Joss Whedon. SGA belong to MGM.
Summary: Buffy and John, take five. This time with some explanations and a little (vague) history.
Word Count: 1700.
Note: Follows ' A Face Full of Dust', ' Dust In the Park', ' Little Supergirl', and ' Unhelpful Sort-Of Explanations'.
"Hi! Let's try this little chat one more time!" His little blonde savior smiled brightly up at him while holding out a cup of coffee for him. As far as a peace offering for running out on him went, it was okay. Especially since that's why he was out here in the first place.
He gave her a slightly amused smirk in return, before he replied, "If it isn't the Queen Bee, my own Little Supergirl! And still walking around in the sunshine, I see. How nice of you to make time for an officer in your no doubt busy schedule. Are you planning on dropping another verbal bomb on me before running off for some, and I quote, 'world saveage and all that' today as well?"
"The world's been saved, for now, but there are no promises of having to leave abruptly again. I *am* in great demand, you know." She returned his smirk with a smile which reached all the way up to her eyes. "Then again, I'm sure you're familiar with the whole world saveage thing. Maybe even in several kinds of plural."
She took a quick look around while he digested that, "But maybe we should take this somewhere less crowded?" Yeah, privacy would definitely be good, if the wrong people overheard this he would probably be in a whole lot of trouble.
John indicated with his right hand, the one holding the free coffee, towards the right and said, "After you, my Queen." Then he gave a slight bow of his head.
"Why thank you, kind sir."
The two of them walked in silence for a few minutes until they reached the park he'd been aiming for. It was a lot smaller than the last one she'd found him in, and much easier to get a complete overview of the entire area from nearly anywhere within it. Maybe it was paranoia on his part, or maybe he'd just spent to much time around the Wraith and hostile natives. Or maybe it was the overly long update on the Goa'uld who may or may not still be on Earth after the Ba'al debacle SG-1 had to deal with a while back, but he'd rather be on the safe side so no one could sneak up on him. He pointedly didn't think about how being in the open made him, and Supergirl, a very visible target.
Once again Supergirl led him to a small stone wall where she decided to perch and he simply followed suit. "So, you know about the Goa'uld, the Ascended Ancients, and the Wraith. You also somehow know about Atlantis, but do you know where it's located?"
That part had been bugging him for three days now, ever since she'd used it as a last minute shock before she left for her mystery emergency. It hadn't helped in the least that no one had been willing to tell him anything about her either. He'd only managed to find a few people who he was pretty sure knew both who the woman was and what she did for a living, or maybe it was in addition to a living. That part was still unclear. He needed a name and preferably some good qualifications if he was going to pitch this to General O'Neill. Given that she changed her mind regarding the job offer, of course.
"It's somewhere in the Pegasus Galaxy. The address is some random numbers and letters I can't remember, but you need to use the Astria Porta to get there or you need a spaceship capable of traveling between galaxies. And I'm woefully short on both of those, unfortunately."
Yeah, her first introduction to the Stargate Program had clearly been a lot more informative than the one he'd gotten before he'd accepted his new posting. Then again, she was a civilian, but still. Someone had to have been bending backward to give her access that quickly; which meant that she was someone or that she knew someone high up in the ranks who had the power to give anyone they wanted restricted information. And that someone had to want her to join either the SGC or Atlantis or maybe one of their other off-world bases.
"Did your contacts try to recruit you?"
Supergirl gave him a thin smile, "They did, but I've worked for the military before and, well, let's just say I'm not impressed. Not with the people and not with what they were doing, or trying to do. Or how they kept trying to kill me and basically just making things worse."
Wait, what? He wasn't sure what he expected her to reply to be, but that certainly wasn't it. Why would any branch of the American military try to kill an American civilian? Logic said it would be much more beneficial to either hire her or get her to join up. If what she said was true then she'd at the very least been hired on a contractual basis, and getting her on a permanent basis from there shouldn't have been that difficult. Especially if they knew about her skillset; unless she had problems taking orders. He could see that being an issue; it was one he was pretty familiar with after all.
"Excuse me? Why did they try to kill you?" How she got out of that didn't really need an explanation; he'd already seen her fight and he doubted the living would stand any better chance against her than the undead no matter how well-trained they were.
She simply waved a hand vaguely in his direction, "It's highly classified and very hush, hush. I'm sure you know how the military is about their secrets ops, especially when the secret op in question was a complete disaster. But never mind, we were talking about your super secret program, not about my misspent youth."
"At least answer this; is that were you got your security clearance?"
She gave him an annoyed look, but he ignored it and simply gave her an encouraging smile. Depending on what kind of program she had run afoul of he might be able to use that to his advantage. It also depended on if she had anything to do with the disaster part of it. Hopefully, that hadn't been her fault or even involved her, but somehow he didn't think he had that kind of luck.
He looked at her while she had an inner debate with herself, silently hoping she'd give him an answer he could use. When her silence stretched out while she debated with herself he gave her a quick once-over; she'd switched out the leather pants and old-rose top for a pair of dark blue jeans and a light blue, partially see-through, loose top with a white tank top underneath it. She'd put her long, blonde hair in two loose braids. It made her look young and innocent, especially when she smiled.
"Yes. Well, it's where I originally got a security clearance, it's been upped quite a lot since then." She studied his face for a good twenty seconds and he managed not to fidget under her scrutiny. "My line of work requires me to know a lot of things the higher ups have declared to be classified, so to protect themselves and make everything all legal they gave me and some of my friends the proper clearance to know... stuff."
"Right. Back to what you said last time; when you were listing what you'd learned you mentioned that the Ancients had ascended into 'glowy things' instead of becoming 'giant snakes'. Care to explain?" He doubted it, but he wouldn't get any answers if he didn't ask.
"Also classified."
"You said the 'Astria Porta' earlier, do you know what that is and what the English translation is. If you do, why don't you use it?"
"'Astria Porta' is latin for 'stargate' or 'gateway to heaven', and other translations, but I think the first one is the correct one since that's what Dr. Jackson kept calling it when he gave me the 20 cent explanation." She took a breath after another debate with herself. "I call it the 'Astria Porta' because that's what it was called in the books I read years ago. The books said, and Dr. Jackson confirmed it, that it takes you to other planets. It also said that false gods, those golden bodysnatchers, took humans and used them as slaves and if they were attractive enough they were used as hosts."
She had just taken a breath to continue when *John's* cellphone began playing the theme to Star Wars. He really needed to keep Rodney away from his electronics when he didn't actually the man to fix them for him. He removed the offending device from his pocket after he'd gotten his hand half-way up to his ear only to remember he was on Earth and not Atlantis.
"Sheppard."
What followed was a rapid-fire accusation and questioning from McKay about why he wasn't back yet with his coffee, and John trying to defend himself without revealing anything about Supergirl. Or the fact that he was delayed by what was clearly an attractive woman, even if his reason for talking to her wasn't sexual. Rodney would not see it that way. He ended the conversation as quickly as possible with a promise to be back soon, with the coffee.
"My apologies, my Queen Supergirl, but there's an irate scientist back at the clubhouse who insists I serve him coffee before he takes the head off of someone for lack of caffein. Can we meet up later to continue this, or maybe meet somewhere tomorrow?" He gave her a hopeful look. It was worth a try.
There was mirth in her eyes now and a smile on her lips, but more importantly she gave him an affirmative reply. "We'll meet here tomorrow at 7 p.m." She got up from her perch, but before she had taken more than a few steps away she turned back. "Don't forget to avoid dark alleys and other dark people-free areas at night.
"Will do. See you tomorrow."
That was something, at least. With any luck, he could get some more information about her then.