Author: gothfeary (a.k.a. Kat)
Title: God-Kings, Rings and all sorts of Lost Things.
Series: Chosen not to Fade Away
Rating: K. It's all horribly boring, I know…
Summery: Even Old Ones can be forgetful.
Disclaimer: I own neither Buffy nor Stargate SG-1; I just borrowed them for my own evil purposes.
A/N: Reviews are love people. I know I have not updated anything recently, but I just can’t seem to find the time between classes and all family drama that has been going on. Special thanks to DustBunnyQueen of Fanfiction.net for being my new BETA.
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Dr. Winifred Burkle, as the shell was once know, straightened a pencil that had been stabbed into the hastily-made bun; which held back the long brown and, in the opinion of the God-King Illyria, very unworthy hair for a being such as herself.
Two of the muck that plagued this world had dared to approach her and even had the audacity to speak to her. She held back her natural reaction to snap their limbs from their bodies and beat them into a violent and merciless death. But chose, instead, to follow the teachings of her fallen Guide Wesley and the Slayer Queen. Illyria, wearing the mask of Fred, stood at the observation window as the blond woman and the dark haired man treated her as they would a child while they explained the object before them.
“At first we believed the Gates to have been built by a race of parasitical creatures known as the Goa’uld.” Daniel Jackson was rambling off an old speech he often gave to the ever expanding staff of the SGC and the Atlantis Expedition.
As though the “woman” to his left knew nothing before the President himself had recommended her.
'To think that such vermin could have risen from the pools of blood shed by my hand is an insult to my victories.' She thought as she half-listened to the blond woman prattle on about mystic forces she had labeled science, as though she was of any real consequence to the immortal Demon.
The memory of the personality that was Fred would have laughed at what Dr. Carter was saying. Illyria allowed herself the indulgence of pride when she noted that Fred was far more intelligent than this woman, even if she had been little more than an insect. At least she had know where science and magic differed.
“The Gate itself was unearthed near Giza, Egypt in 1928,” Daniel suddenly found himself cut off by an ethereal hollow voice. “I had forgotten where I had left the Chappa’ai.”
Illyria reached up to tenderly caress the image she saw through the window, lost in memories of glorious battles fought among the stars, of planets whose waters she had turned crimson with blood and races that had worshiped at her feet.
So lost in her dream of seeing her empire once again, Illyria did not see the stunned expressions of her companions.