Title: Things To Do In Colorado Springs When You're Bored
Rating: FR18 (eventually)
Summary: Riley and Graham are with the SGC. When they need help, who do they call? Of course, Buffy and the others have their own agenda and secrets...
Disclaimer: All of the characters belong to their respective creators, I am just borrowing them for a bit.
PrologueCheyenne Mountain, three months earlier...
Riley sat, staring at the papers in his hands, the same papers he had been working on for the last two hours. He had always considered paperwork the bane of his existence. Luckily the Initiative, being a black ops project, had minimal paperwork. No one wanted those events recorded for a later posterity. Even his own file was all but blacked out.
Of course, the Initiative was gone. Vanished into the ether to join the endless list of military projects whose purpose had disappeared. Even after the disaster in the labs with Adam, the kill teams had been kept alive to do as much as possible internationally to reduce the supernatural threat. That had been before the slayers. Riley felt odd that a bunch of super-powered fifteen-year-old girls had put him out of a job. And even odder that it bothered him. Shouldn't he be happy that the world was a safer place?
At first, it had not been so bad. A nick-of-time rescue of Riley's team by five young girls who could only be slayers. Riley had wondered at the time if Buffy and Faith had died, calling them forth. He had been reassured when the oldest of the five, a girl of perhaps seventeen, named Molly, had said that Buffy sent them, knowing they were in trouble from a dream. Riley shook his head. A dream.
It had gotten worse. Heading into combat situations against dire odds to save the world, only to find the dire odds vanquished and the world saved. The demons killed by slayers sometimes before his team had even hit the ground. Even with the most modern technology available to them, the slayers with their prophetic dreams had trumped them at every turn.
And there were lots
of slayers. Hundreds. Demons were on the run, terrified, hiding from this new threat to their very existence. Somehow Buffy had done this, along with Willow. That much he had gotten from one of the slayers who had come to his rescue. Molly had described a battle so terrible that none of them had expected to live through it, except that again Buffy had defied the odds and saved the day. Somehow activating all
of the potential slayers all over the world.
It was also clear that Molly, as well as the other two slayers, viewed Buffy with something approaching awe. Riley remembered the down-to-earth California girl he had first fallen in love with five years ago. He could only imagine how well that amount of hero worship went over, especially if all of the new slayers felt the same.
When Riley had been informed by his superior officer that the Initiative was to be disbanded, its members to be spread out among other black ops projects, he had been devastated. With his marriage to Sam having fallen by the wayside months before, the Initiative had been the only thing in his life keeping him going. But no more. Teenage girls could do a better job of policing the supernatural than trained soldiers using modern weaponry. Riley could not even argue the opposing view, since he also believed it to be true.
Back to the report, Riley struggled to remember the name of that tribal chieftain on P3X-1887. Ogrush? Ogrunt? He tossed aside the pen, giving up on reports for now. He might as well sit here and contemplate where his life had taken him until his creative juices started flowing again.
When he had been at his lowest ebb, he had been contacted by a Major Davis, regarding joining the a classified Air Force project. Riley still remembered his reply. “The Chair Force? What possible use could my skills be to a bunch of geeks, fighter jocks, and mechanics?” That Major Davis had been less than pleased with his reply was a given, but he had persisted.
“The project does need soldiers with exactly your skills. Members of the current teams are from all over the services. We have Seals, Rangers, Airborne, Marines. You name it, we have it. The best of the best.” Major Davis told him with a superior air.
“What exactly is Project Blue Book?” Riley had asked, his curiosity finally piqued.
“Until you agree to a visit and sign the requisite confidentiality documents, that will have to be considered need-to-know,” Major Davis had said with a slight smirk on his lips, probably getting him back for his “Chair Force” comment.
Riley had looked at him for several minutes, torn between apathy and a vague stirring interest just beginning within him. Finally after the minutes long pause, he had said, “OK, I'll go check this place out. Hand me whatever confidentiality agreements you have and I'll sign them.”
Davis had been clearly pleased and had wasted no time in producing the documents from his briefcase along with a pen. Handing both to Riley, he had waited until the signing was complete, then had signed himself on the witness line, before stowing them away. He then had said, “Captain Finn, tell me, what exactly do you know about the pyramids?”
Grimacing, Riley had thought to himself, this is going to be a long story....