TITLE: The Memories Remain
SUMMARY: With the discovery of the Antarctic Ancient outpost, the SGC is recruiting every able body to further the search for Atlantis.
For Angel: Set after “Not Fade Away”
For Stargate: Through Season Eight: New Order: Part Two
For Stargate: Atlantis: Pre-The Rising: Part One
RATING: FR13, at the moment...
"A vague disclaimer is nobody's friend." - I do not own any of the characters in Buffy the Vampire Slayer and/or Angel the Series, they belong to Fox, the WB/UPN, Joss Whedon, Mutant Enemy, etc. The characters of Stargate: SG1 and Stargate: Atlantis belong to Gekko Film Corp, MGM, the Sci-fi Channel, etc. The ideas and concepts in this story are mine entirely. Please do not copy or take this story without my permission.
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********Dr. Weir’s PoV
“You’re sure that you want to do this? There are things in this training program that you will never be able to share with anyone, not even a lover or your parents,” I carefully explained. All new applicants for the program needed to fully understand the ramifications of joining. After finding the Ancient outpost on Earth the hunt for Atlantis had become that much more important.
“I’m fully aware. I’ve kept a few secrets in my time,” Winifred Burkle, who preferred to go by Fred, answered with a small, friendly smile. She was a rare gem, and a completely unexpected find for the program. I genuinely smiled in return. Rodney was going to be jealous when we brought Ms. Burkle into the program. Her level of intelligence in mathematics, physics, and ability to think outside the box were going to be an invaluable asset to the Stargate program.
“And there isn’t exactly a going back option should you become completely involved in the program,” I pushed, wanting her to fully understand.
Ms. Burkle’s posture shifted from the easy-going, bubbly, excited Texan young woman to that of something completely different. I couldn’t quite put my finger on it because there were no noticeable physical changes evident. Her head cocked slightly to the side and she slowly blinked. I could have sworn that her eyes were brown mere moments before but they were now a stunning shade of ice blue when she looked up at me.
“The last of my ties to this world have been severed,” she calmly stated in a flat, emotionless voice. A look of displeasure crossed her face but quickly disappeared. A chill ran down my spine and I couldn’t suppress the shudder that accompanied it. I rolled my shoulders in an attempt to shrug off the weird vibe.
Something about this woman, in the last few seconds, had made me extremely uncomfortable. She was a brilliant scientist and a twenty-something young woman. So why were the hackles on the back of my neck raised? “Well then Ms. Burkle, I’d like to officially welcome you to the SGC. I’m sure your tenure here will be most beneficial for both our parties.” The bubbly Texan returned, making me wonder what I had imagined seeing before.
“Great, this is fantastic, Dr. Weir. I’m so excited!” she exclaimed and graced me with a beaming smile.
I smiled, happily, in return. But there was a nagging sensation at the back of my neck telling me something just wasn’t quite right.
A/N: Yes, there are a lot of questions to be answered, and I will do my best in the next story in the series.