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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: AtlantisGypsyDruidFR183149,04026220156,33027 May 072 Sep 12No

NOTE: This chapter is rated FR13

Chapter One

Chapter One

Stargate Command, Colorado Springs, CO

Jack O’Neill looked at his computer screen as his New Mail Notification sounded. It was after hours and anybody with reason to be emailing him should already be in bed. Hell, he should be in bed, and he would be if it wasn’t for all this damned paperwork. Curious, he clicked his mouse to open the mail.

Brigadier General Jack O’Neill (with two L’s)

I have some information that should be of interest regarding your upcoming trip to Atlantis in the Pegasus Galaxy. If you wish to know more, please be available in one week for an incoming group instant messaging session. I’m not sure what time, but I think you’ve got enough people to keep an eye out for the necessary link.

P.S. Before you have Lieutenant Colonel Carter attempt to trace this message, I should tell you that it has been sitting in cyberspace for several years and originated in Sunnydale, CA.

Jack read the message twice more before he got over his shock. He looked at the sender’s address. He didn’t know any McClay’s. Hell, no college kid across the freaking country should even know who he was. He picked up the phone.

“Hello?” said a faint, groggy voice.

“Carter, I need you to come in right now.” Jack said tersely. “We may have a breach.”


Watcher’s Council HQ, Cleveland, Ohio

“Special Delivery.”

Willow’s head snapped up in shock. That was the special Mail Notification sound file that she had attached to messages from Tara. She hadn’t heard that in years. With shaking fingers, she opened the message.

Hey, Honey

Don’t freak out. Close your eyes and take a deep breath.

Tears started as she did as she was told. Tara had known her so well.

I know you’re crying right now, and I’m sorry. The one who came and got me when I died allowed me to send this message. I would have sent it to you before now, but I’m working on a specific time from to, as usual, save the world. Not an apocalypse this time, but an alien threat in the far future (for Earth anyway). Take a breath, Willow.

Willow gasped. She hadn’t even realized she had been holding it in.

A few years ago, you and the other Scoobies were pulled into a common dreamscape where Buffy told you she was leaving to fight another battle far away. It’s almost time for the humans from Earth to join that battle. One week from today, you will be receive a link to join a group instant message with a group of people who will be directly involved in this war, although they don’t know it yet, so don’t tell them. Talk to the others, Will. This will be the only chance for you, Xander and Dawn to join Buffy, but if you go, there is a very big chance that you will never get back here. So, talk it over with them. Make a decision and make plans, because if you all decide not to go, you will at least have to send her a message. Remember, one week from today. I don’t know what time, so keep the computer on.

I love you Willow, and I miss you.


PS I’m sorry things didn’t work out with Kennedy, but she wasn’t good enough for you anyway.

Willow laughed despite her tears. She looked over at the pictures next to her monitor. It was a three sectioned frame with Buffy and Angel, Xander and Anya, and her and Tara. She was so glad that they had decided to send their precious items to storage outside of Sunnydale when the people started evacuating. She fell asleep with tears in her eyes and her fingers on the monitor next to Tara’s name.


The White House, Washington, DC

“You have mail.”

President Henry Hayes glared at the computer screen as he opened the mail. “Damn it, it’s after one o’clock in the morning. Who would be sending me e-mail?”

Mr. President

I’m sorry to disturb you. My name is Tara McClay, and I am friend of Buffy Summers in Sunnydale, CA. I sent this e-mail several years ago to be delivered at this time. By the time you receive this, Buffy Summers will have been reported dead in the collapse of Sunnydale. The truth is, she was removed and placed on Atlantis. I am aware that a team will soon be heading for Atlantis, but both you and I know how Buffy feels about the Military. In one week, there will be group instant message between the core Scoobies, Buffy’s most trusted friends, and Stargate Command. They will need your help to explain that Buffy is on the lost city and that she has problems with the Military. The may wish to join her, and so  they will need you to authorize it. You will receive the link in one week from today.

Thank You.


PS I know that you received the report of my death. I Ascended with the help of Oma Desala and did this before they told me I wasn’t supposed to. ;)

President Hayes laughed out loud. He had indeed read the report of the young Miss McClay’s murder, and all that happened afterwards. From what her file said, he was not surprised that she Ascended, and from what he knew of Ms. Summers’ friends, he suspected she would have done this even if the others had told her about their non-interference rule.
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