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Wraith Slayer

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Summary: Buffy dies during 'Chosen' and is given the choice of remaining dead and at peace, or continuing the fight in Pegasus Galaxy. *2008 COA Nominee!!!*

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Stargate > General > General: AtlantisGypsyDruidFR183149,04025219151,89727 May 072 Sep 12No

NOTE: This chapter is rated FR15

Chapter Twelve

Chapter Twelve

“Couldn’t sleep again?” Buffy asked.

“Actually, I just thought you could use the company.” Elizabeth replied, moving to stand next to her at the railing. “How did you deal with the insomnia the other times?”

“Well, like I said before, I took a jumper up here to the surface to stargaze. I took it out of orbit to float in space sometimes, but when I’m feeling really antsy, I went camping on the mainland.”

“The mainland?” Elizabeth looked at her. “There’s land on this planet?”

“Yeah.” Buffy grinned. “It’s about a half hour that way.” She pointed out over the water. “You might want to let Teyla know. The Athosians are the ‘fend for themselves’ type and they’re not going to want to be cooped up here for very long.”

“I’ll talk to her tomorrow.” Elizabeth nodded.

They stood looking out over the calm waters in comfortable silence. Elizabeth had been joining Buffy on her late night stargazing for more than a week. Buffy had even gotten Elizabeth into a ‘Jumper and out into orbit a few times. Now, as they talked about her previous bouts of insomnia, Buffy was startled to realize that all of her access energy hadn’t been bothering her nearly as much while in Elizabeth’s company. The restlessness that always plagued her, even when she exhausted herself with activities in the colonies that she visited, was simply not there this time. She wondered if it was the fact that her days were constantly filled with more than enough activity, or if it was Elizabeth, herself. Covertly studying the woman beside her, she thought back to what Willow had told her about her possible desire to mate. She wondered, not for the first time, if her Slayer instincts had found its focus. I’ve really got to talk to Willow about this. She thought to herself.

Although Buffy didn’t know it, Elizabeth’s thoughts were running along similar tracks. For some reason, it seemed like the more she got to know the Slayer, the more she was fascinated and attracted to her. She found herself wanting to know everything about the other woman, what she thought about when she went silent and reflective, how her lips would feel pressed against her own, whether her skin was as soft as it looked. Elizabeth’s mind stopped with a mental jerk as she realized where her thoughts had strayed. She was about to excuse herself and go to her room when the body beside her suddenly straightened with a hard jerk. “Buffy?”

Buffy stood frozen, eyes staring vacantly at the sky above. In her eyes, though, the night sky had faded into a bright, clear day on a planet she hadn’t visited for nearly thirty years. The first chevron appeared just as Wraith darts came screaming from the clouds above. The people of the targeted city immediately panicked and began frantically running through the streets. The remaining six chevrons appeared in intervals as Buffy watched the city’s militia fight desperately against the hordes of Wraith soldiers as the citizens were swept up in transporter beams. She saw the last chevron just as a Wraith hiveship began firing on the city.

Buffy gasped and blinked rapidly as the vision ended. Feeling a pulse beat against her palm, she looked down to see holding Elizabeth against the wall with her hand around her throat.

“Oh, God, are you all right?” Buffy paled and backed away.

“I’m fine. You didn’t hurt me, just held me against the wall when I tried to touch you.”

“I am so sorry.” Buffy said.

“It’s okay.” Elizabeth assured her. “Do you want to tell me what just happened?”

“Get your teams together.” Buffy told her. “There’s about to be a massive culling.”

Then she was gone. Elizabeth watched as she ran through the gateroom, using her comm to wake her sister and friends and tell them to meet her in her chambers.

Shaking her head in bemusement, Elizabeth went into the control room. “Please call Major Sheppard and his team to the conference room.”

~~BtVS~~~SG-1~~~SG:A~~

“What’s up, Buff?” Xander asked. “I was kicking butt in Halo 2.”

“There’s a culling about to take place.” Buffy told him. “Time to go to work. Grab some weapons, go get dressed and meet me in the hanger bay.”

‘Scooby Team to the Conference Room.’ Announced a voice over the comm. ‘Scooby Team to the Conference Room.’

Everyone looked to Buffy, who shrugged. “I guess we meet in the Conference Room.” She pressed a button her desk to respond. “We’ll be there in ten minutes.”

Dawn grabbed a crossbow, a quiver of bolts and a pair of shortswords. Willow took a slim katana-like sword. She planned to see how well her magic worked against these creatures. Xander just grabbed a large hunting knife. He planned to use his issued P-90 and handgun as primary weapons. Then, Buffy took a deep breath and pulled down her primary weapons. A beautifully crafted sword, a replica of the Slayer scythe and a and a matching pair of knives that had been in the weapons locker the when she first awoke. All the other weapons had been made or traded for.

“All right, guys. Ten minutes in the Conference Room.” Buffy told them. “We’re not staying long, so be ready to leave immediately after.”

Buffy watched her family leave to get dressed. Quickly changing her own clothes, she sheathed her weapons and slid into her coat. Opening another compartment in her closet, she pulled out three sealed packages. She detoured to the hanger bay quickly before meeting the with others in the corridor leading to the Conference Room. They walked into the room together, moving like the natural team their past had made them, and took their seats as Elizabeth started the meeting.

“Twenty minutes ago, Buffy told me that here was a culling about to take place.”

“How could you know such a thing?” Teyla asked curiously.

Buffy looked around the table and stood up. “I don’t have a lot of time, so I’ll tell this once, then we’re gone, because the vision happened shortly before the actual attack. I’m a Slayer. Along with all the nifty superpowers and enhanced senses, we were also saddled with prophetic dreams. My dreams got shifted to more current visions of Wraith cullings of the larger scale, usually where whole civilizations are going to be wiped out. The vision gives me the highlights of the attack, along with the gate address. Then I go and start killing the Wraith, basically culling them like they cull humans.”

Buffy turned to Elizabeth. “I understand that you have your own procedures for engaging the enemy, but my job is to get there as fast as I can, kill as many of the Wraith as I can, and save as many people as I can. Repeat as needed. Now, I’ve got the vision, and I’ve got the address, so now it’s time for me to do what I was brought here to do. So, we’ll see you when you get there.”

With that, she walked out of the room, and the rest of the Scooby team quickly followed. Elizabeth stared after her for a moment, then simply nodded to John. “Go, but follow her lead.”

John nodded and jumped up from his seat, followed by McKay, Ford and Teyla. As they quickly made their way to the room designated for the weapons storage, John commed Buffy. “Wait for us, Buffy. We’re on our way to the hanger bay.”

‘Hurry up, then.’ Came the abrupt answer.
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