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Summary: Buffy was not Giles' first Slayer.

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Stargate > GeneralbelginteiFR13519,26824410,7037 Mar 0730 Mar 07Yes

Chapter One

Title: Sleeper 1/5
Author: David A. Knapton

E-mail: belgin_tei@yahoo.co.uk

Archived: If you want but it is polite to let the author know you are doing so.

Disclaimer: I own nothing. The characters belong to the owners of BtVS and SG-1.

Spoiler: Season 5 of both shows starting at the start of Weight of the World Buffy episode 5.21.

Rating: 12A/PG-13.

Pairing: Canon for both shows.

Summery: Buffy was not Giles first Slayer and unknown to the Council she is still alive and Giles seeks her out to aid in the fight against Glory.

Thanks so much to my great beta Tamara.

‘’ = Thought. [Flashback] = Ah duh Flashback.

Feedback: If you wish.

Please note I am English, so is my spelling. Live with it.

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Janet carried in the birthday cake, with Cassie following behind her mother, a large smile on the teenager’s face, “Happy birthday Sam,” laughed Daniel taking his team-mate’s drink out of her hand.

Samantha Carter looked around at her friends, “You guys, I said I just wanted a quiet birthday this year,” she said shaking her head. “Something bad always happens.”

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Xander and Anya's apartment, same time.

“You sure you know what you're doing?” asked Anya.

Willow looked up as she started taking candles out of a small leather bag and putting them on the table. “I think so... I don't know. It's... not exactly well-explored territory, but... I gotta try.”

“A spell like this could be really dangerous for Buffy. And you,” pointed out Anya gently.

“Time... oh, time is coming,” shouted out Tara.

Willow hurried over to her girlfriend, who was sitting cross-legged on a chair beside another table. “Shh. It's okay. I'm here.”

Tara whimpered softly.

Anya joined them. “You'll look after her while I'm...” Willow said.

Anya nodded, “Sure. What do I do?”

“Mostly... just... be here for her,” explained Willow, Anya nodded. “And, and there's some pills in my knapsack. Half of one every two hours keeps her... pretty mellow.”

“Y-you think you'll be gone more than two hours?” asked Anya a little worried.

Willow shrugged, “Wish me luck.”

“Okay,” said Anya reaching over to give Willow a punch on the arm. “Good luck,” she said with forced enthusiasm.

Willow smiled slightly, “Thanks.” She turned to Tara taking hold of her face to force the blonde to look at her. “Okay. Be good now, sweetie. I-I'll be back as soon as I can, okay? We're good?”

Tara stared at Willow while she talked, but did not reply. The redhead kissed her on the forehead, smiling at her, then turned away. Tara whined softly and held out her hand toward Willow.

Willow gathered up the stuff from the table and walked toward a closed door.

“Good luck,” said Anya softly.

Willow opened the bedroom door and entered, she closed it behind her without looking back.

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Giles walked out of his hospital room attempting to put on his jacket. He held his left arm to his side struggling to put the jacket around his shoulders. “Uh, can you, uh...” he asked spotting Xander.

Xander walked up to the older man and helped him put his jacket on as they walked towards the exit.

“How you doing?” asked Xander.

“It only hurts while I answer pointless questions,” said Giles a little exasperated. “Where's Buffy?”

“Willow's on it. Or... in it. She's workin' some spell, trying to reach Buffy psychically,” explained Xander.

“Uh, she's gone into Buffy's mind?” said Giles a little surprised.

Xander nodded, “Pretty tricky stuff.”

“It's extraordinarily advanced,” said Giles. “Um, I was thinking we should check on Glory's victims while... we're here.”

“Oh, the mental ward? I already been. The vegetable section's closed. Nobody there. It's like they all just got up and walked away,” said Xander.

As they continued down the hallway, they saw Spike come around the corner. As he passed the nearby medical cart, he took a bag of blood and put it in his pocket.

As they met the Vampire, Xander looked pointedly at the purloined blood bag but said nothing.

“Checked out Glory's flat. Looks like the great one has scampered,” Spike told them.

“Gone to, uh, perform her ritual with Dawn and leaving us entirely clueless,” said Giles looking around to make sure no one was listening.

“Not entirely,” said Spike. The two men looked at him. “I know this bloke. Well... Not so much a bloke so much as a demon. But still, bookish. All tuned into the nastier corners of this our magick world. It's a bit of a last resort really, but still, we might persuade him to suss out Glory's game plan.” He said looking around and taking out a cigarette. “Sound worthy?”

Giles sighed and shrugged glancing at the no smoking sign behind the Vampire.

Spike nodded, “Off we go then. Meet back at the shop.” He turned to go. Xander patted Giles on the arm and then fell into step with Spike.

“Found Ben's room at Glory's. Didn't learn much,” said Spike as the two walked towards the exit.

“Wait, wait, wait. Ben? At Glory's? You're saying all this time he's been subletting from her?”

Spike rolled his eyes at Xander. “This... is gonna be worth it,” he said slapping Xander upside the head.

“Ow!” They both grabbed their heads in pain.

“Last time. From the top,” said Spike.

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Giles unlocked the door of the Magic Box. Looking around to make sure he was alone he re-locked the door and headed to the counter and lifted the telephone receiver from its cradle. Taking out a slip of paper, he dialled long distance.

The Watcher winced as he heard the loud music coming from the other end. “Yo,” said a male voice at the other end.

“May I speak with Samantha Carter please? My name is Giles, Rupert Giles.”

“Hold on,” the man said.

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“Carter, phone,” Jack called out holding up the receiver.

“Who is it?” Sam shouted back over the rather loud music. ‘Definitely not a good idea to let Cassie choose the music.’

“Dunno, sounded like Rupert Dials or something,” called back Jack, “Sounds English.”

Sam went pale, “Are you alright Sam?” asked Daniel.

“What? Oh ah yeah I’m fine,” said Sam smiling weakly.

Daniel looked on a little worried as his friend and teammate downed the Margarita she had been nursing for the last half hour in one gulp before walking towards the Colonel who waited with the phone.

“Thanks sir,” said Sam taking the phone and heading towards her bedroom, where it was quieter, she closed the door and sat on her bed. With a heavy sigh she put the receiver to her ear, “Giles, what can I do for you? Your Slayer hasn’t run away again I hope,” she said trying to keep the conversation light.

“Samantha, I wish I could just say that I am phoning to wish you a happy birthday but we need you,” said Giles his voice weary.

“Giles, you promised,” whined Sam using a tone of voice she had not used since high school.

“Samantha, I’m sorry... If I could think of any other way, you know I would.”

[Flashback]

Columbus Ohio 1983

Giles had been searching the west bank for his Slayer for the last ten minutes, if his calculations were correct, the current should have pushed her ashore nearby.

Giles went pale as he saw the body of his Slayer floating face up; caught on an overhanging tree branch, slipping and sliding down the bank he reached her. Luckily, the water was only waist deep; he grabbed her by her shirt collar and pulled her onto the bank. Franticly, he began forcing the water out and started CPR; praying to every god his clouded mind could think of. ‘It seems like she’s breathed in half the river,’ he snorted to himself as it looked like he had finally forced all the water out of her lungs.

Sam coughed, her eyes opening quickly and she tried sitting up, “Easy,” Giles advised helping the teenager to sit up. He looked sternly at the Slayer as he sat down next to her, “What on earth did you think you were doing, taking on Lothos and his minions like that! You should have called me immediately,” his angry voice tinged with concern.

“I’m sorry,” said Sam weakly her lungs still burning. “I almost had that bastard. If those three demons hadn’t come out of nowhere he would have been dust... they threw me in the river...”

“I saw them.”

“I must have hit my head, ‘cause I don’t remember hitting the water.”

“No indeed, I saw you hit one of the supports on the way down,” he confirmed.

“I’m sorry I didn’t call, I didn’t have time,” said Sam tears in her eyes. “Lothos turned my boyfriend, he found out all about me. He-he was going after my family. Giles, I know you never approved of me dating, but I loved Frank. Giles have you any idea what it feels like to stake something that is wearing the face of someone you love.” The tears began rolling down her cheeks, “Giles I can’t do this anymore...”

“There is no need,” said Giles solemnly after a moment.

“Huh?” Sam frowned turning her tear streaked face towards him.

“Sam, you died tonight, which means another Slayer will be called. I’ll inform the Council you died and that will be the end of it,” as he sat next to her looking at the city lights across the river.

“Giles, I got six more acceptance letters this morning,” Sam said quietly.

“Samantha, I can’t tell you how proud I am. You have an exceptional mind. You have the chance to achieve something no other Slayer has ever done. You can walk away from all this horror and have the normal life I know you have always craved.” He got up and offered his hand to the Slayer, “Come on you better change your clothes at my place before you go home.”

[End Flashback]

“I fear if we don’t have your help, it will be the end. Buffy is in no state to fight, she appears to have fallen into a catatonic state, Willow is attempting to reach her mind,” Giles explained giving a little groan as he shifted position.

“Giles are you okay?”

“I’ll be fine... I got injured when we were attempting to leave town,” he explained. “I fear all may be lost this time,” he sighed.

“I’ll need to work some things out at this end, I’ll get back to you with the details,” said Sam.

“Are you sure? We need you, but if this is going to cause you problems, I’d rather you stay where you are and hope for the best.”

“No Giles,” said Sam firmly, “I owe you my life. If you hadn’t let me leave it all behind I would have been dead years ago.”

“Thank you Samantha,” said Giles smiling with some relief, “I will await your call then. Sorry for spoiling your birthday. Goodbye Samantha.”

“Bye Giles speak to you soon,” said Sam disconnecting the phone.

Looking around the room. She mentally calculated her chances of getting out of the house without her teammates, or Janet, making an inquisition out of it. With a sigh, she pressed speed dial on her phone, as she waited for an answer on the other end; she pulled a holdall out of her closet and began throwing clothes as well as weapons into it.

“This is Major Carter, I need to speak with General Hammond, it’s urgent,” she said when the other end was answered.

“Major Carter,” said the General with a smile, “I’m sorry I wasn’t able to attend your birthday party. What can I do for you?”

“That’s okay sir, I had a feeling the Colonel and Cassie were up to something,” said Sam smiling for a moment before getting to the point. “Sir, I just received a call from an old friend, he needs my help, my special help sir,” she emphasized.

“It’s that dangerous?” asked Hammond, his voice taking on a serious tone. Sam had told him about slayers and the things that go bump in the night after she had saved him from an attack while they were both stationed at the Pentagon. That had been why he had seconded her to the SGC when he took command.

“Yes sir. Giles wouldn’t have called me unless the situation was serious,” replied Sam.

“Very well Major. If it is that dangerous you’re not going alone, have SG-1 and Doctor Fraiser report back here with you, it’s time you came clean with them,” said the General.

“Are you sure sir? This will be unlike anything any of them have faced before.”

“I’m sure Major, besides I have a feeling you will find it hard to slip away without them noticing!” said Hammond smiling.

“I guess you’re right sir, I’ll go and tell them the party’s over. Bye sir,” she said disconnecting and heading for the door, wincing as the music assaulted her ears.

Sam walked over to the music centre and turned it off. Turning to the curious faces that were now looking at her she announced, “Sorry everyone but we have all been ordered back to the Mountain.”

“What’s the problem Carter,” asked O’Neill.

“The General is sending us on a mission and I think he’s planning on sending Janet with us,” explained Sam.

“But he didn’t give you any details?” asked Daniel.

“No, not over an unsecured line Daniel,” Sam reminded him.

“Of course, sorry,” nodded Daniel.

“Okay people, let’s move,” ordered O’Neill.

“Sorry about this Cassie,” said Sam smiling at the teenager.

“That’s okay Sam, just promise me, we can still go shopping when you get back,” said Cassandra.

“Of course, but I don’t know how long we will be away,” pointed out Sam.

“That’s okay... Just ah guys,” said Cassie a little mischief coming to her eyes, “Keep mum safe.”

“Cassandra Fraiser, I am quite capable of taking care of myself,” retorted Janet indignantly, causing her daughter to giggle.

Cassandra hugged her mother, “Be safe,” she said. “I’ll stay at Toni’s tonight, call me when you can.”

“Of course dear,” smiled Janet as everyone headed for the door.

Jack looked curiously at the holdall Sam had grabbed, “What’s in the bag?”

“Things we’ll need for the mission sir,” Sam said throwing it into the back of her car.

“The General told you what’s going on?” surmised Jack.

“Ah not exactly sir,” hedged Sam, “I was planning on going by myself. It was the General that insisted on me taking the rest of SG-1.”

“What the hell is going on Carter,” growled Jack.

“The General and I will explain everything when we get to the base sir,” said Sam with a sigh, she looked like the weight of the world was suddenly on her shoulders. “The life of my oldest friend and his group, and possibly everyone else on this planet, depends on your reactions to what you will learn in the next few hours... and the middle of the street is not the place to discuss it Sir,” she said before climbing into her car and starting the engine.

Jack looked at the other three SGC members stood around, “I guess we better get this done!” he said opening the doors of his truck for Daniel and Teal’c to climb in, Janet climbing into her own car.

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As they all entered the briefing room, the techs were just packing up what Jack and Sam recognised as scanning equipment, “What’s going on sergeant?” asked Jack.

“The General ordered the room swept for bugs sir,” explained the sergeant.

At that moment the General entered from his office, “Did you find anything?” he asked looking at the sergeant.

“No sir and we physically disconnected all the normal recording equipment, sir,” answered the sergeant.

“Thank you sergeant, dismissed,” said the General. The sergeant saluted and followed his men out the door.

Jack took his seat at the table, “So sir, what’s this all about?”

“Before we get to that I want to make it quite clear that everything you hear at this briefing is to remain in this room, other than myself, no one in the military or government know about it, including Major Carter’s father. I’m not asking you to keep any information of a treasonable nature from our superiors. It is just that if it came to the attention of certain groups, at the very least it would mean Major Carter’s removal from this command and at worst being used as a lab rat,” said General Hammond looking around the members of his command.

“General, Sam is a member of our team, and a friend, we just want to help,” said Daniel. “Even if the information was treasonous, I for one would find it hard to tell someone like the NID, that is who we are talking about, right?”

“Among others, yes,” said Sam looking around her friends.

“Just tell us Carter,” said O’Neill, “We’ll help however we can.”

“Major!” prompted the General.

Sam remained silent for a moment collecting her thoughts. “As you all know I had the normal upbringing for someone whose father was in the military, moving from school to school. Then in 1981 dad was given his own command just outside Columbus and I attended my first non-military high school. About a month later, I started to have nightmares and a week later, a new teacher arrived at my school. He had come to the school because of my dreams... well partly.”

“How and why would this teacher know about your nightmares?” asked Daniel curiously.

Sam turned all her attention to Daniel, “What I am, is known on every continent, in every country, what I am, has been given many names throughout history and since becoming your friend I have learned many of them, I like the title hantR, but these days we are called the Slayer.”

Daniel sucked in sharply, “HantR is Sanskrit and means killer, murderer and destroyer as well as slayer.”

Sam’s eyes hardened for just a moment, “We are not murderers or killers, never call me that again.”

Daniel swallowed, “Ah of course, sorry.”

Sam smiled slightly at him, “But destroyer is an apt description. Slayers are destroyers of vampires, demons and of other evils,” she said quietly.

“You wanna run that by me again, vampires, demons!” snorted Jack.

“As hard as it is for you to believe Colonel, they do exist. That is how I found out about Major Carter. While we were both stationed at the Pentagon, she saved me from a vampire one night,” explained Hammond.

“There is an ancient legend that tells of the Slayer leading the rebellion against Ra,” said Teal’c solemnly.

“And this Slayer thing is some kind of warrior,” said Jack. “So far, I haven’t heard anything that would be of interest to the NID. Except maybe vampires.”

Hammond looked at Teal’c, “Would you bring the metal bar you will find in my office out here please Teal’c.”

Nodding the large Jaffa retrieved the bar, offering the foot long, inch round bar to the General. “Teal’c would you please attempt to bend it.”

The Jaffa raised his eyebrow. He stood with his back straight and taking both ends attempted, with all his considerable strength, to bend the bar. Finally, with the strain clear for all of them to see he sighed having failed to even bend it slightly.

He once more offered it to the General who indicated that he should hand it to Major Carter.

“I couldn’t just have taken them to a cemetery and staked a vampire?” she sighed as with only minimal strain she bent the bar until the ends met. “Yes, the Slayer is a warrior. We were created to battle the evil that walks the night. We are given increased strength, as well as greater agility, speed and healing,” she explained looking around at her friends and teammates.

“Why haven’t you told us any of this before?” asked Janet.

“Because I left it all behind me when I left high school,” said Sam.

“Can you explain why you seem to describe yourself as the Slayer but at the same time indicate that there are others like you?” asked Daniel.

“Into every generation a Slayer is born. One girl, in all the world, a Chosen One. One born with the strength and skill to hunt the vampires, to stop the spread of evil... Well it goes on, the point is that one girl is chosen, when she dies another is sent to replace her. I drowned in 1983, but my Watcher Rupert Giles performed CPR, I died long enough for the next potential Slayer to be activated. Giles lied to the Watchers Council, telling them I was dead, he gave me the chance to have a normal life.” Sam could not help smiling for a moment, “I guess I kind of screwed that up when I joined the SGC!”

The others laughed a little. “Ah this mmm Rupert Giles, wouldn’t happen to have been the youngest ever head curator of the British Museum would he?” asked Daniel.

“Yes after he informed the Council that I had died he was recalled back to England, they arranged for him to be made the curator,” Sam smiled at the memory of the excited phone call she had received a year after finishing high school from her Watcher. “He was so happy.”

“So I’m guessing that this Council would also come after you if they knew you were still alive,” said Jack.

“Yes,” said Sam. “Anyway Daniel, although the line had passed from me, I still retained my Slayer abilities. The slayers that followed continued to fight and die until Buffy Summers was called at the end of 1995. In ’96 after her Watcher was killed, Giles returned to the US to become her second Watcher. She also drowned like myself fighting a master Vampire and revived with CPR by a friend, which as happened with me, activated the next in line.

“The life of a Slayer is normally short and her death violent and Kendra died less than a year later. The present Slayer, Faith, is in prison on charges of murder and assault.”

“And I’m gonna go out on a limb here. You are going back to being a Slayer?” said Jack.

Sam turned to look at her commanding officer, “I have no choice. Since joining the SGC, we have averted Earth being occupied by the Goa’uld, but my Watcher and his group have stopped the world being destroyed at least three times and at least a dozen time from being overrun by various evils in that same time period!”

“What do you need Major?” asked the General.

“If you are willing to arrange transport to Sunnydale it would be a great help, I don’t know how bad the situation is but Giles told me Buffy Summers is in some kind of catatonic state and that her friend Willow is attempting to reach her mind!”

“How?” asked Janet.

“I’m not sure, but as Willow is a Witch I would assume with magick,” said Sam.

“So now magic is real? Carter you’re asking us to believe a lot here,” said Jack.

“Yes sir. But no more than the idea of aliens existing, sir.”

“Point,” agreed Jack. “Okay we’re in. We better get geared up.”

“No,” said Sam in alarm. “No guns, it’s against the Contract of Damocles. If you use modern weapons the consequences will be dire,” she said in near panic.

“Contract of Damocles?” Daniel frowned.

“At the height of the conflict between Dionysius the Eldar and Carthaginians for control of Sicily both sides began supplying demon clans within the others territory with more and more sophisticated weapons to the extent that they began to have the idea of conquest themselves. At least a dozen slayers lost their lives attempting to stop it; the slayers were also forced to start using more advanced weapons. Eventually the Powers That Be and the Rulers of the Lower Planes stepped in but could not agree on the limits, so they eventually agreed that the courtesan Damocles should set the limits and that both sides would accept it.

“The Contract as it began to be called set the limits at no more advanced than those that could be made by one man or demon with hammer, axe and saw from things readily available. Unless you can demonstrate that you are capable of making a gun with only those three tools you can’t take them,” said Sam.

“And what is supposed to happen if we take guns?” asked Jack.

Sam looked intensely at him, “When Buffy Summers used a rocket launcher to destroy a demon a few years ago. She ended up having to send her boyfriend to Hell.”

A look of shock crossed more than one persons face. “So no guns then,” said Jack lightly.

Sam allowed a slight smile to touch her eyes, “No sir. No guns.” She looked around the table again, “There’s one thing you should all consider before agreeing to come... The main threat is a Hell god by the name of Glory.”

“She’s a Goa’uld,” said the General.

“No sir, she is the real deal. She is a god, but her powers are somewhat limited in our dimension. As I understand it, she is impervious to weapons, can move at speeds in excess of 100 MPH and is stronger than a Slayer. On the plus side she appears to not be very bright and the strain of remaining in this dimension seems to be driving her insane.”

“So let me see if I got this straight. You want to go up against an insane god who could probably reduce this mountain to dust without even breaking a fingernail,” said Jack. “Are you insane?”

Sam could not help smiling at her commanding officer’s apt analogy, “Putting it that way. Yes sir... Sir, my oldest friend, the one that gave me the chance to do something no other Slayer had ever managed to do... Have a normal life. He needs my help. If I die, it will be a small payment for the life he gave me.”

“I will accompany you Major Carter,” declared Teal’c.

“Me too Sam, I’m in,” said Daniel.

“Of course I’m in. I just wanted it clear that Carter is insane... along with the rest of us.”

“Thank you sir,” Sam said, a smile lighting up her face.

“What about medical equipment, is that allowed?” asked Janet.

“The Contract only applies to weapons, as long as we don’t try using any synthetic medicines against a demon it’ll be okay,” reassured Sam.

“Then sir, with your permission I’d like to accompany SG-1,” said Janet looking at the General.

“Permission granted Doctor,” replied General Hammond. “SG-1 you have a go, and good luck.” He remained seated as he watched his CMO and foremost offworld team leave wondering if he was allowing them to go to their deaths.
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