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Summary: The world is in chaos and President Ryan sends two people he trusts to investigate Project Bluebook. Is SG-1 ready for the Slayer and is she ready for them? *Nominated for a 2007 CoA*

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Stargate > Buffy-Centered
Literature > Action > Author: Tom Clancy
kimbclarFR13614,372718340,7688 Oct 0726 Nov 07No

There are More Things in Heaven and Earth....

A/N: I don't own BTVS, Stargate SG-1 or any of Tom Clancy's novels. I would like to thank their respective creators for sharing.

This story crosses BTVS, Stargate SG-1 and the Tom Clancy novels Debt of Honor and Executive Orders. The cross with Debt of Honor and Executive Orders is only slight. The basic plot of Debt of Honor has a rogue group of Japanese industrialists taking over the Japanese government. An alliance led by Japan, China and India is then formed for the express purpose of reducing American influence in the Far East. Ultimately the U.S. and Japan go to war. But with the help of Jack Ryan, a primary character in many of Clancy’s novels, the war is ended. President Roger Durling’s Vice President is forced to resign and Jack Ryan is appointed in his place. At the end of Debt of Honor a Japanese airline pilot flies his jet into Capital Hill during a joint session of Congress, almost the entire line of Presidential succession is killed, as revenge for the deaths of his brother and son during the war. John Patrick Ryan becomes the 45th President of the United States. Executive Orders shows the trials and tribulations of President Ryan as he attempts to reform the government. The events of the novel are not important to this story only the climate the death of President Durling, the majority of Congress and the Supreme Court created.

For BTVS: Buffy left Sunnydale after Season 2 and never went back. This story is set 10 years after Season 2 and Buffy is 27 years old.

For SG-1: The time line for SG-1 will be slightly altered. I didn’t particularly like Season Six. I missed Daniel too much. For purposes of this story Daniel did not die on Kelowna but instead it was Jonas Quinn. Both Smoke and Mirrors and Disclosure did happen but Roger Durling’s succession to the Presidency discredits Kinsey. I’m sure there will be questions regarding other changes. Hopefully, I’ll be able to answer them as we go.

I’d like to think all my readers and reviewers for Conception by Conspiracy. I’m not going to be neglecting that story. I’ll be updating each story only once a week instead of the two chapters I’ve been adding for Conception each week. For more information on Tom Clancy’s novels you should visit Wikipedia where you’ll find great summaries. It’s been several years since I’ve read any of his novels so if there are any huge fans out there please bear with my inconsistencies.


There are more things in heaven and earth, Horatio,
Than are dreamt of in your philosophy.

William Shakespeare, Hamlet Act I Scene V

Hers was a familiar figure in the corridors of power. Her booted feet made little sound as she stalked the halls. Often, she walked with Emil Jacobs, Director of the Federal Bureau of Investigation. But more frequently, she was seen walking with the now deceased President, Roger Durling.

Today, she was being escorted by Director Jacobs to The Oval Office for her first meeting with President Jack Ryan. She’d heard good things about him but wasn’t sure why he wanted to see her. Of course, she had met him, once just prior to his appointment as Vice President. It was a meeting full of pleasantries and platitudes, a typical Washington moment.

She knew her way to The Oval Office better than most. After all, being President Durling’s daughter meant she visited him there frequently. No one outside his senior staff knew her visits were usually related to FBI, rather than personal, business. In the last two years she had become an official consultant on some of the Bureau’s more obscure cases. Very few knew obscure meant supernatural. Apparently, Jack Ryan had been told of her work.

She didn’t like to think of Roger’s death. A death she couldn’t save him from. He and his wife had been her saving grace when she’d run from Sunnydale after sending Angel to hell. On a fund raising trip to L.A. during his run for a second term as senator he and his wife had gone out to dinner. Unfortunately, for them, vampires didn’t really care who you were. They only cared about blood and the Durling’s had plenty.

She’d flown out of the shadows like an avenging angel, saving them. But Roger and Anne weren’t like others she saved. They didn’t develop what she’d come to call Sunnydale Amnesia, though she learned it happened everywhere. First, they thanked her. Then they asked her when she’d last eaten. Apparently it was obvious to them she was living on the streets and the time between her meals was growing longer. Her wrists were boney and if you lifted her shirt you would be able to count each of her ribs.

They hadn’t taken no for an answer. She found herself bundled up in Roger’s coat and guided into the backseat of their car. The next few months were a whirlwind. Roger spoke with both her mother and her father. Parental rights were relinquished and she officially became Elizabeth Anne Durling.

Now, she found herself once more in the familiar office. Very little had changed in the few weeks since Roger’s death. She called him Dad in public and even sometimes in private but she would probably always think of him as Roger. Now, she was standing in front of another President, who was gazing at her with sad eyes. She’d seen a lot of sad eyes lately. Pity. She hated pity but you couldn’t dictate the way people looked at you, so she’d learned to accept it. For the most part it was genuine. Everyone she met was sorry for her loss. Sometimes she thought if she heard that phrase one more time she would scream.

For the second time in her life she’d lost everything. The plane that destroyed the capital killed a mother, father and brother who loved her unconditionally. She found the family that chose her was stronger than blood. Blood betrayed you. Blood gave you away. Once again she was lost.

The guilt she felt was almost unbearable. She was supposed to have been with them to witness the swearing in of John Patrick Ryan as Vice President. At the last minute the FBI had called her to Atlanta to assist with a case. As she left the crime scene the call came. The sound of her ring tone had entered her nightmares. Even now when the phone rang she cringed. Then she remembered she didn’t have anything else to lose and answered.

In the past month she’d thrown herself into her work for the FBI. It was the only thing keeping her sane. If she stopped working she would be sucked down into an abyss of grief and despair. Roger and Anne Durling had saved her from that same pit ten years ago. The only reason she didn’t allow herself to fall was because they wouldn’t want her to. Living was her tribute to them. She only hoped one day the pain would ease. Right now she could barely breath.

She realized she hadn’t been paying attention when she heard her name the second time.

“Mr. President, I’m sorry.”

“No need to apologize, Miss Durling. I’m sure being here is overwhelming.”

She nodded; her throat was too tight to speak. Just being here caused a flood of memories.

“I’m sure you’re wondering why I wanted to see you and Director Jacobs.”

She nodded again. Eventually she was going to have to say something. Hopefully, once Jack Ryan explained what he wanted with her she’d find her voice.

“I’d like to introduce you to Major Domingo Chavez.”

For the first time she noticed the Hispanic man standing to the left of the president. Even if he hadn’t been introduced by his rank she would of known he was military, his bearing gave him away. He was also more. Looking into his eyes she saw someone who was used to being on the front line. Someone who’d seen too much, to soon. In short, someone just like her. She smiled at him and unlike most of her smiles these days this one reached her eyes.

“It’s a pleasure, Major Chavez.”

“All my friends call me Ding.”

“Well, if we’re going to be friends then please call me Buffy.”

“Interesting nickname.”

“It’s like camouflage. No one suspects a girl with a name like Buffy of anything.”

It was his turn to smile at her, like recognizing like. His first impression on seeing her enter the room was of a girl more concerned with fashion than substance. Then he looked into her eyes. She’d seen things no one should see and lived to tell the tale. He’d never really believed in kindred spirits. If someone had told him a girl that looked like Malibu Barbie was his, he’d have said they were on crack. But, there she was standing in front of him. Deep down they were the same. Soldiers, who’d gone to war, were still at war and would likely never come home.

Clearing his throat Jack Ryan gestured his guests to the two couches positioned in front of his desk. Quickly, he began to explain why they were there. The destruction of the capital had sent the country into a tailspin. Every minute of his every day was spent reorganizing the government. Trying to run a country that had lost its political infrastructure left little time for anything else. He needed people he could trust to look into a program he himself had only just learned about. Its codename was Bluebook.

While the president spoke, Emil Jacobs slid several folders out of his locked briefcase. One for each of the people in the room. Printed in bold block letters on the cover were the words Project Bluebook with a red Eyes Only stamped across it.

Bluebook was an innocuous name for something that would shift most individual’s fundamental beliefs about the universe. She wasn’t most people. It didn’t surprise her in the least that aliens were real and were, on what appeared to be alternate Tuesdays, trying to take over the world. She wondered if they had some type of agreement with the demons: a you get the first and third Tuesday and we get the second and fourth kinda deal. Maybe they picked a number between one and ten to find out who got the fifth on months when there was one.

Apparently, Ding wasn’t most people either. He barely raised his eyebrow after reading the contents of his folder. She smiled at him again. She was going to enjoy working with him. It would be nice to have someone in the field who didn’t get rattled. She bet dealing with the Goa’uld and other assorted evil aliens would rattle your average person.


Halfway across the country another meeting was taking place in an office in the depths of Cheyenne Mountain.

“I expect nothing less than full cooperation with the team the President is sending. Is that understood?”

“What I don’t understand sir, is why he’s sending anyone at all. I mean doesn’t he have bigger fish to fry, what with getting the government organized.”

General George Hammond shook his head. He knew Jack O’Neill wasn’t implying the SGC wasn’t important. No, Jack just didn’t like politicians. Senator Kinsey had been a thorn in their sides for several years now. The election of President Durling had changed everything. Kinsey no longer had the President’s ear, which was a good thing for the men and women of Stargate Command. Now everything was up in the air again.

“The President has questions about our program. He’s concerned, rightly, about who’s running the program, which is our world’s first line of defense against the Goa’uld. Prior to three weeks ago he wasn’t even aware of the Stargate. Although his primary focus is on Washington, he still wants his questions answered. He’s sending a team here to get those answers. I’ve never dealt with Jack Ryan personally but I know enough about him to understand we want him on our side.”

“Who’s he sending?”

“Elizabeth Durling and Major Domingo Chavez.”

The look on Jack’s face was well worth the build up. His second in command was always winding him up. A little pay back never hurt anyone.

“But, she’s…”

“I know.”

“Why her?”

“I’m not sure. There’s not much information about Elizabeth Durling available. I did check her security clearance.”


“It’s higher than mine.”

“The First Daughter has a higher security clearance than you.”

“Yes. When I asked why, I was told it was need to know and I didn’t. I stopped asking. They’ll be here tomorrow. I want you and the rest of SG-1 to attend the briefing at 0900 hours. You’ll also be conducting a gate certification for both of them.”


“I’ve got no idea, Jack. That’s all for now. Dismissed.”


Sticking his head in Daniel’s office he saw him hard at work translating an alien tablet. The dustier the artifact the better he liked it. He suspected several large producers of anti-histamines were also pleased. It was truly ironic someone so allergic to dust spent his career surrounded by the stuff.

Clearing his throat in an attempt not to startle his friend he accomplished just that.

“Dammit, Jack, I’ve told you not to sneak up on me when I’m working.”


“How’d the meeting with the General go?”

“Well, we’re the lucky recipients of a Presidential Fact Finding Mission. You’ll never guess who it is.”

“Elizabeth Durling.”

“That’s not fair. He told you first.”

“Sorry, I had a meeting with him this morning about those two new archaeologists just assigned here from the National Academy of Science. He told me then. Don’t glare at me like that. He swore me to secrecy. You really shouldn’t be surprised. I mean after what happened last week with your reports you had to know he was looking for some way to pay you back.”

“I thought the General was above paybacks.”

“You thought wrong.”

“I guess so. You seen Carter?”

“She’s off duty today. She and Janet are taking Cassie shopping for a dress for her Winter Formal. But she’ll be at the briefing.”

“She knows about Durling, too.”

“No, the General just told me to let her know about the briefing. So I did. I can’t wait to see her face.”

“You’re a little devious yourself there, Danny boy!”

“I learned from the master. To bad it won’t work on Teal’c.”

A wistful look crossed Jack’s face at that. He loved practical jokes and catching people by surprise. Unfortunately, nothing fazed the stoic Jaffa so his efforts were often wasted. He’d finally stopped trying. T was like a brother to him but sometimes he just sucked the fun out of things. If he didn’t know better he might think he did it on purpose.


She laughed hysterically at the face he pulled when she asked if he wanted to go out and slay some vampires. Aliens he believed, but vampires freaked him out. Maybe if she had a nice top-secret presidential report he wouldn’t have looked at her like she needed a rubber room.

Of course, his disbelief was quickly converted to belief after she actually slayed the first vampire. The slow lazy smile that crossed his face as he staked his first member of Club Un-dead made her laugh again. They’d spent the rest of the night clearing Washington D.C. of its unwanted residents. Dawn saw them stumbling onto a jet at Andrews Air Force base on their way to Colorado Springs and a new life.

Buffy Summers Durling and Domingo “Ding” Chavez had barely known each a day but in that time they found a family both were desperately missing. It was the two of them against the world. God help anyone who got in their way.

A/N: For those who don't know Domingo "Ding" Chavez was portrayed by the actor Raymond Cruz in the movie Clear and Present Danger. He is currently on the TNT series The Closer. It has also been pointed out by my reviewers that CIA officers are usually accorded a military rank as an officer rather than enlisted. Domingo Chavez first appears in the Ryanverse as a Staff Sergeant but he is later seconded to the CIA for that reason I am giving him the rank of Major.
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