Chapter One: Clearance
The Family You ChooseBy:
I own neither Stargate: SG1 nor BtVS.Spoilers:
Takes place post Season 7 for Buffy, and early Season 6 for Stargate: SG1, which makes it June of '03 for both. Author's Note:
My Stargate canon is neither fresh nor complete, so forgive any lapses I may make. The challenge caught my attention, and I went 'ooh, I could have some fun with that', even though SG1 isn't really one of my fandoms.Challenge
BuffyCharmed's The Problem Child Challenge.Chapter One
“Welcome home, SG1,” Hammond said, his tone hearty with the relief of Dr. Jackson being not only found, but finally remembering himself and returning to be a full member of the team again.
“Good to be home,” he answered, smiling, and was borne away to his temporary quarters by the rest of the team. “What did I miss?”
“Well, you know most of what happened with us
,” Jack pointed out. You were watching over our shoulders, just refusing to help.”
“I wasn’t allowed—“
“Right, right. Anyway, not much in local news that you don’t know about.”
“Well, there was Sunnydale,” Sam added.
“A town in California that mysteriously dropped into a cavern. They wanted me on the scientific exploratory team, but I had a lot on my mind just then.” Her brows dropped slightly, thoughtfully, “Come to think of it, I wonder why
they wanted me on the team. I’m an astrophysicist, not a seismologist.”
“The whole town?” Daniel asked, horrified. “How many died?”
“I didn’t hear anything about this,” Jack added. “How could I not have heard anything about a town falling into a crater? That seems like something that would hit the news.”
“And you watch the news?” she asked.
“It’s right after The Simpsons. I see the headlines.”
Sam changed direction, going towards her office, and the others fell in behind her, clustering around to watch as she sat down behind her computer, pulled up a news webpage, and began searching. It took nearly five minutes to find a brief article describing the collapse of the town, and she read it three times, frowning.
“Okay, is it just me, or did they treat it as less interesting than the governor’s kid’s birthday party?” Jack demanded.
“This doesn’t make any sense,” Daniel agreed. “This should have been a media circus, nationwide, front page.”
“Do you believe that it was covered down?” Teal’c asked.
“Covered up. No. There’s mention of it—it’s just treated like it’s not news. Try a more general search, Sam, see if anyone else is talking about it.”
She nodded, typed, and looked at the results. There were a couple webpages up. One for helping refugees find lost family members, another simply a list of names, those who made it out green, those known to be lost red, and the ones of unknown status black. There were surprisingly few red, really, and not as many black as she would have expected, either.
She scanned down the list, and her breath caught in her throat as her eyes caught on two black names in a row. Summers, Buffy Anne. Summers, Dawn.
“Holy Hannah,” she whispered.
“Sam? What is it?” Jack demanded, one hand touching her shoulder lightly.
Brushing him off, she started typing again, searching for any record to verify that they were who they had to be. Not that she had any real doubts—how many Buffys could there possibly be? But they’d been in L.A. She knew
they’d been in L.A. And there it was. They had moved to Sunnydale with Joyce Summers in 1997 after her divorce from Hank Summers. And ... had remained after the death of Joyce in February of 2001. “Why didn’t I hear
?” she demanded.
?” Jack asked. “What’s going on, Carter?”
“I—“ She shook her head trying to clear it. “My Aunt Joyce—apparently she died in ’01, and I didn’t even hear about it. Dad can’t have, either. Holy Hannah, Buffy must’ve been left taking care of Dawn—if she was even out
“Out? Out of what?”
“She was institutionalized her freshman year of high school after burning down her gym,” she said absently, fingers moving on keys, seeking records, facts. “Apparently she didn’t stay, though. It looks like she was released a couple weeks later, andthen she and Aunt Joyce moved to Sunnydale just after that. But why didn’t I hear
“This is family? Your cousins?”
She shook her head. “No—I mean, Dawn is, yes. But Buffy—Buffy’s my sister. And nobody knows if she’s alive or dead. I have to—“
“Major,” he snapped.
She stiffened, turning sharply to face him, shoulders back, eyes alert. “Sir?”
She took a breath, released it, and nodded. “My sister Buffy was living with Aunt Joyce in California. In L. A., I thought, but apparently they moved to Sunnydale, and she and Dawn, our cousin, were there at the time of the earthquake. There’s no word on whether they survived or not, and I need to know.”
He nodded. “Okay—you said you were invited to be part of a scientific team. Would they have any more information or access to any records that might tell you more?”
She stared at him a moment. “Thank you, sir!” she said, rising. “I have to talk to the general, I never knew who was on the team, it came through him.”
Again, the others followed behind as she rushed through the halls, barely waiting fro his barked, “Come,” before opening the door and moving into his office.
“What is it, Major?” he asked.
“Sir, I need to contact the scientific team exploring the Sunnydale ruins. It’s urgent, sir.”
“I understand the case has been wrapped up, but I could contact the man who headed it,” he said slowly. “What’s this about, Major?”
“Do you remember my sister?” she asked him, searching his face.
“Buffy?” he asked. “Of course. What does she have to do with—“
“She was there, sir. And there’s been no word on whether or not she survived.”
He stared at her a long moment, then nodded sharply, reached for his phone, and dialed. “Get me Colonel Fitzroy. It’s a matter of importance.”
He waited impatiently, then spoke again. “Colonel Fitzroy. I’m calling regarding the destruction of Sunnydale. I have Samantha Carter and her team here with me, and I’m putting you on speakerphone.”
He suited deed to word, and they all heard a thin voice answer, “Our research is complete and I’m really not in need of any further assistance.”
“How could you understand the reasons behind such an anomaly in less than a month?” Daniel asked.
“Our mission was not to discover the full story behind it,” he answered sharply, “but only to discover any correlation between that and certain other events that had taken place in town. Now I really must go, I—“
“No, please,” Sam interrupted. “I need to know about someone who was in the town, Colonel Fitzroy. Buffy Summers. Did your research come across anything—“
“Buffy Summers?” he repeated.
“Yes. I need to know—“
“I’m sorry,” he said, voice rising slightly. “That is a matter of the utmost security, and, to be blunt, you don’t have the clearance. I’m going to have to end this call now.”
The click and crunch of a phone hurriedly hung up cut her off, and left them all staring at each other. “What just happened?” Daniel asked.
“A miscommunication,” Hammond said grimly. He picked the phone back up, and placed another call. “Not a matter of national security,” he said shortly, without a greeting. “But when he has a moment, I’d appreciate a call.” Then he hung up and stared down at the phone.
Less than ten minutes later, he picked it up and nodded. “Yes, sir. Yes, sir, I was-- He did?”
He paused, brows drawing together.
“No, sir, we haven’t been going into NID files.... No, sir.... No, sir.... No, sir, we had the name because she is the sister of Colonel Carter. She’s Jacob’s youngest girl, sir, and Carter was trying to find out if she survived.”
He held silent for a long moment, then slowly said, “Yes, sir. Very well, I’ll inform her, sir.”
He set down the phone, and stared at it for a long moment before looking up at SG1. “It appears,” he said slowly, “that we do not, at the present time, have the necessary clearance to be given any information about your sister.”
?” Sam demanded.
“The president is going to ... speak with some people, and determine whether we can be granted that clearance. Until that time, we are to make no further move towards discovering any information about Buffy or Dawn.”
“This is insane.”
“Was Buffy also military?” Jack asked.
Sam snorted. “No, Buffy was a cheerleader. And then a juvenile delinquent. But she couldn’t possibly be involved in anything that demands this level of secrecy. I thought you had the highest
General Hammond nodded slowly. “So did I, Major. Dismissed. I’ll inform you if any further information arises. Until then—do no investigating on your own. This order is directly from the president.”
“Yes, sir,” she agreed reluctantly. “But—can I contact Dad?”
“I think it would be best to wait until we have further news,” he said.
She nodded, turned, and walked out, feeling like the entire world had been turned on its head.