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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 One

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: This story has been rotting on my computer for several months now; it's left over from when I was utterly obsessed with Doyle. It was originally inspired by a combination of 2am study techniques, the play 'Tracy's Tiger' (which honestly has nothing to do with this but the tiger was awesome XD), and Blake's poem 'The Tiger'. Don't ask how they came together to make this.

Please let me know what you think!


Tiger, tiger, burning bright
In the forests of the night,
What immortal hand or eye
Could frame thy fearful symmetry?

In what distant deeps or skies
Burnt the fire of thine eyes?
On what wings dare he aspire?
What the hand dare seize the fire?...

- ‘The Tiger’ by William Blake

Chapter One

“So…he’s human?”

“So it would seem.”

The gentle, monotonous beeping of a heart rate monitor was the first sound Doyle heard upon awakening, followed shortly by two low voices conversing nearby.


There was something he was supposed to be remembering…something important. Did he owe someone money? Was that why he was…wait, where was he?

“Ya see, now that’s just not working for me.”

“Sir, physically he’s normal, his tests came back devoid of any form of alien influences, and almost all his hormone levels deviate within the acceptable range. Despite his…unorthodox arrival, I can only conclude he’s human. If you want me to prove otherwise…well, I can’t find something that isn’t there.”

Tests? Alien influences? The fuzziness of unconsciousness could not stand up to the growing unease he was feeling. What happened?

“Doc, he showed up in a flash of light! How is that normal?”

“Colonel…I don’t…look out!”

A slight crunch and an oddly vanilla like scent reached Doyle seconds after the woman’s warning. His nose twitched.


The woman groaned.

“That wasn’t…important, was it?”

“Everything in here is important somehow sir.”

“But it won’t do something…bad, will it?”

“You mean like spread a contagion through the base that could eventually leak into the general population and destroy the planet?”

What the hell? Flash of light? Contagions? While faking unconsciousness he couldn’t react very much but the deep, stabilizing breath he took did not produce the effect he was looking for. Whatever it was that smelled like vanilla filtered further up his nasal passages.

“Yes. That would be bad.”

“No sir, nothing threatening.” There was a suppressed smirk in the woman’s voice.


“Janet? Is Colonel O’Neill…Oh, hi sir.”


“Hey Sam. We were just discussing our current visitor.”

“Is he human?”

“He appears to be.”

Doyle held back the sneeze as long as possible, honest to God he did. But even half demons…half demons that are unable to maintain their form while sneezing… have limits. Don’tsneezedon’tsneezedon’tsneezedon’tzneeze…



“The hell?!”


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