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This story is No. 1 in the series "Standard Workweek". You may wish to read the series introduction first.

Summary: After a cosmic accident lands Buffy in the Stargate universe, she must build a new life for herself and meets Jack O’Neill’s clone. Buffy/Mini-Jack.

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Stargate > Buffy-Centered > Pairing: Mini-JackColdhandsFR152226,88722481158,51929 Jun 0726 Aug 08No

Chapter One

Disclaimer: I don’t own Buffy the Vampire Slayer; I don’t own Stargate SG-1 either. I am making no money from this.

Author’s Note: I so love weird and original premises, and I’m pretty sure this story will be at least one of those if not both. The chapters will be short unless something big develops in the plot. I beg of you, tell me what you think.

Summary: After a cosmic accident lands Buffy in the Stargate universe, she must build a new life for herself and meets Jack O’Neill’s clone.



Buffy watched her neighbors through the window of her third-story apartment. There wasn’t much to see. Colorado Springs was a nice, quiet city. What Sunnydale could have been sans the vampires and the demons - oh, and the Boca Del Infierno and the more normal roaming gangs. She had chosen this place for exactly that reason. Buffy had never lived anywhere quiet since she had been called as the Slayer. Ever.

Buffy Summers had been cut down by a demon in the middle of the night in the Cleveland Research Society (a.k.a. Slayer’s Lodge) defending the little Slayers, at the age of sixty-three.

She flicked at a bug that had decided to land on the other side of the glass.

Technically she’d been cut down by several demons, ending up with an axe in the back, a sword through the gut, and a load of knife slashes just about everywhere, but since she’d kept going until she’d ensured she would take all those demons with her Buffy felt only the axe-wielding one really counted. It had been a glorious way to die. Living longer than all the Slayers before her by decades and leaving behind a legacy of life for those little Slayers she’d spent hers teaching. It’d been rather disappointing to wake up again.

It had been positively annoying to wake up alone, naked, and sixteen in a world that seemed to be utterly without demons, roughly 50 years in the past.

It should have been Heaven. It wasn’t.

Fixing her nudity had been simple. Slayer stealth and a notice-me-not spell got her into the local mall, leaving with about two and a half new outfits along with a pair of boots to start out. Creating an identity - not so much. As she wasn’t well versed in hacking or spellcraft, she’d had to combine what skill she had to fix up her fake history and couldn’t even have nanites do it for her because this world hadn’t advanced that far!

No one else here knew magic, real magic, giving her no visible way for her to return to her proper home, not to mention age. Being sixteen had sucked the first time. She didn’t even look like herself at sixteen. Buffy gently blew a wisp of hair out of her face as she sat. It had gone white around age forty and hadn’t reverted back to blonde when she’d awoken. Her hair made her stand out even more than her height – or lack thereof – had the first time around, which really wasn’t a good thing. Sure, she didn’t care what people thought of her anymore, but rumors and reputation could make things difficult.

Ugh. She had to do her homework. It wasn’t very interesting, but would be slightly less boring than people-watching. Going back to high school had not been the best of ideas, but it was something to pass the time she didn’t spend patrolling for non-existent demons and she would have looked odd if she hadn’t.

Stupid world.

She had no friends here. Buffy wasn’t sure she would be able to overcome the generational gap the size of the Grand Canyon to make any. The teachers were even more aggravating than she remembered and even 40 years of being one couldn’t make her forget that making friends with any of them was a Bad Idea.

She missed Willow and Xander and Dawn. Hell, she even missed Andrew, still a nerd even after all those years. She missed her little Slayers from her Tactics class. She hoped they were okay. Buffy knew the others would take care of them, but she didn’t know how well they’d fared from that last attack. It made her sick to think of all the possibilities.

And her Slayer-ly urges were driving her nuts.

Stupid life.



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