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Summary: When Doyle made the largest sacrifice of his life, he expected it to end with...well, death. It didn't. He's alive. And wishing there weren't quite so many guns pointed at him.

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Chapter Three

Title: Demon Dark, Beacon Bright
Author: Darkling
Rating: PG
Warnings: nada; this is pretty 'fluffy bunny'. Well, 'cept for the fact that Doyle's not exactly having a good time...
Disclaimer: I do not own Buffy: the Vampire Slayer, Stargate SG-1, or any related characters, settings, plot lines, etc. Only the story and idea are mine.
Author's notes: Thanks for the reviews guys! And this chapter is longer than the last one. I probably should have combined the two but Doyle's loss of consciousness was just too tempting an opportunity to make to break. This is the last pre-written installment (hence the last part of 'The Tiger') and I honestly wasn't planning to continue the story but if enough people are interested I might. I just need to find a plot bunny or inspirational idea to further it with. X3


…When the stars threw down their spears,
And water'd heaven with their tears,
Did He smile His work to see?
Did He who made the lamb make thee?

Tiger, tiger, burning bright
In the forests of the night
What immortal hand or eye
Dare frame thy fearful symmetry?
- ‘The Tiger’ by William Blake

Chapter Three

The next time Doyle woke up it was to full awareness and quite a bit less pain. He could remember everything; the lister half breeds, Rafe, the scourge, Angel, Cordelia, and his death as well as his previous awakening, sneeze, and transformation (which, he was unhappy to realize, was still in effect). He’d given his life so that all of them could continue to live. But…I’m alive. Or at least I think I’m alive. If I’m dead then I’m very disappointed; this isn’t what I expected heaven to be like. Or hell. Or even purgatory.

The gentle tap of heels on metal drew his attention to his surroundings. His brachen sense of smell told him the person approaching was one he’d met before; the woman doctor that had pronounced him human. Fear ghosted up his spine at the thought. What would she do now that she knew he wasn’t fully human? Ever since finding out about his demon half he’d been terrified of anyone official finding out. Especially after hearing the horror stories that came out of Sunnydale about commandoes dissecting anyone with even a hint of the demonic on, let alone in, them.

Something tapped his wrist gently, bringing him out of his thoughts with a jerk and revealing another ugly reality; he was restrained at the wrists, ankles, waist, and neck. Before he could descend into a new bout of worry, the woman spoke.

“I know you’re awake. Your pulse rate just skyrocketed. Would you like to tell me why?”

He jumped again, opening his eyes sheepishly to meet the gentle gaze of the doctor. “I…well, ‘ow would you feel, doc?”

Surprise darted through her eyes; it was quickly replaced with curiosity but still puzzled Doyle for a moment. She’s probably surprised the monster can talk.

“What do you mean? I haven’t hurt you in any way; why would you be scared?”

“Doc, I was dead. REALLY dead. The flesh ‘ad been burned from my bones dead. But now I’m not. An’ I’m tied to a bed in what looks like a military lab. Doesn’t look quite like heaven to me.”

“You were dead?”


She seemed to consider that for a moment before shrugging and responding in an amused tone. “Well, I can assure that this is not the afterlife. You’re at a classified location on the planet Earth. Actually, there are some important people wanting to know exactly how you got here.”

He blinked in surprise and stared at her, subconsciously raising a hand to scratch at one of his spikes. But it didn’t come. Concentration broken from wondering just why she'd specified what planet he was on, he glanced down and got a good look at his restraints. They were padded leather and seemed to buckle rather than lock. While not exactly comfortable, they weren’t nearly the metal shackles he had been expecting.

The Doctor mistook his new interest and her humor dropped. “After your earlier outburst and transformation, it was decided that these were necessary.” He looked at her in surprise.

“Why? I didn’t hurt anyone.”

“No but you did manage to fool us into thinking you were human and unconscious when you weren’t.”

“But I am human!”

A skeptic eyebrow rose towards her hairline.

“Alright, half. My mother was human.”

“And your father?”

He shifted uncomfortably, wishing he could get away from her academic interest. “Not so much. ‘e was brachen.”

“Brachen? What is that? Can you transform at will?”

“Usually. ‘Cept when I sneeze.”

“So that’s why you changed earlier?”

He flushed slightly “I tried not to but…well, yeah.”

The doctor smiled gently in amusement. “Why haven’t you changed back yet?”

“Well, considerin’ the reaction I got the first time it ‘appened…”

“Hey Doc, how’s our …helllo…”

Both occupants of the room turned towards the figure in the doorway. Well, the doctor turned. Doyle just sort of rolled his head in the right direction, motion hampered by the bulky neck restraint.

“Colonel, this is…I’m sorry, I didn’t catch your name.”

“Doyle.” She remained silent and expectant, causing him to fidget. “Jus’ Doyle.” There was no way he was telling the military his full name.

“Alright. Colonel, this is Doyle. Doyle, this is Colonel O’Neill”

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