Disclaimer: I don’t own Buffy the Vampire Slayer, I don’t own Stargate SG-1. I am making no money from this.
A/N: This may or may not be continued. It’s a plot bunny that’s been running around my head since before Perpetual Tuesday and I’m happy something finally came of it.
“Mr. Carter, see me after class,” Ms. Frek, the substitute ordered as her students packed up their belongings and filed out, sending Jack Carter sympathetic glances. Because, who would want to talk to a sub?
It was a bit odd that Mrs. Yinly suddenly came down with pneumonia. Normally she was the very picture of health. Nosy health, so the students weren’t sorry to not see her today. She kept files on everyone in her classes. Jack had noticed the sub looking through them before class started. He wondered what she’d seen in the files on him to make her want to speak with him.
“I’m gonna be late…” He pleaded uselessly.
“I’ll give you a pass,” Ms. Frek said, then gave him a bright smile. “Don’t look so nervous, you’re not in any trouble. Sit down, please.”
Jack did so, warily. Teachers rarely wanted to talk to their students about good things. So if he wasn’t in trouble, what could this be about?
Ms. Frek pulled out a slim folder.
“Mr. Carter, I’d like to know what you’re hoping to get out of this class,” She told him. She continued before he could speak, “Your file shows that you have very high test scores, yet your grades do not reflect that intelligence.”
“Um, sorry for asking, but why-.”
“Why is the substitute asking you?” Ms. Frek finished for him. She scooted her chair and looked at him reassuringly. There was still a desk between them, but she was that much closer. Jack felt like leaning back, but realized that could be construed as very rude in time to stop himself.
“Your regular teacher intended to do this herself, but as she has turned unfortunately ill she sent me a note asking me to do so in her place,” She said. She swept her arms out in a grand, but friendly way, “And honestly, I love
to help children. It’s my job, and I love my job.”
Her eyes locked on his, causing Jack to shift uncomfortably under the intense scrutiny.
“Now, you don’t seem to be making much of an effort at all to pass this class, and I must assume it’s the same for your other classes?” At Jack’s hesitant nod her face became gentler. “Then it’s quite obvious that you don’t want to be here. If this just isn’t the right place for you, then tell me where you wish to be?”
“I don’t…I don’t really know,” Jack had to avoid looking at her to answer. Because she was right, he didn’t
want to be here. He wanted to be at the SGC, fighting the Goa’uld, doing something useful
. But he couldn’t be and there was no good in telling her.
Ms. Frek wasn’t finished, “If that’s too hard, then just tell me what you wish. There must be something you want, something you would change, something you would have?”
Why did she keep asking him? Why did she care? She wasn’t supposed to care. No one did
But she was still sitting there, looking into his eyes, as if she could feel the hurt he felt.
“Just tell me what you wish.” Ms. Frek implored.
Jack sighed. What could he tell her? What did he want
? What wouldn’t compromise security?
“Like what, that I wish I had a family and could save the world again?”
Suddenly Ms. Frek didn’t look so gentle anymore. In fact, her smile looked…scary. She was grinning like a maniac at him. Feeling an increasing sense of dread, Jack’s hair began to stand on end. Something was wrong. What was happening? Then Ms. Frek’s face morphed into a hard, vein-covered thing
. She wasn’t human!
Jack tried to dive away, to do something, anything
, but the thing he’d called Ms. Frek for the last hour was faster. She grabbed his arm and held it in a vice-like grip. All Jack could do was squirm. The alien - how had it gotten past base security!
- was still grinning. “Granted.”
That word was the last thing Jack heard before the world fell away.
He stumbled and would have fallen if the alien had not still had hold of his arm. He couldn’t help feeling a little relief. There was ground beneath his feet again. That it wasn’t the same ground as it was a minute ago didn’t matter right now. He was in a large, softly lit room filled with bookshelves, chairs and sofas. Feeling behind him with his free hand he found the edge of what was probably a big wooden table. He heard a yelp and then a loud thunk somewhere in front of him. The alien let go of his arm and, letting his training take over, he dived for the nearest cover – which just happened to be beneath the table he’d just felt. There was someone else behind the couch; whoever it was must’ve fallen off when the alien had brought him here. Wherever here was.
Okay. He was in an unknown location, which he had to assume was hostile. He had been brought here by an alien of unknown origin who probably had some kind of beaming technology. He had no weapons, no backup, and had no idea where he was. First priority – get a weapon.
His eyes were drawn to the far wall as though magnetized and no wonder. It was completely covered in sharp pointy things, you could hardly see the wall. Holy shit
. What kind of place was this? Okay...file that away for later. Second priority - find out as much information as possible. He could handle this. He hoped.
Besides the alien, the other occupant of the room had just gotten up off the floor. Jack made a quick assessment. Male, age mid twenties, dark hair. The man bent down to get a closer look at Jack under the table. Eye-patch.
“Ack. Uh, Halfrek? Why are you in our study?” The man asked.
Jack had a moment to wonder just what ‘Halfrek’ meant before the alien answered, “Hello Xander.”
“Yes, hi. Again I ask what are you doing here? And who’s he?” He said, pointing at Jack.
“Oh, this is Jack,” ‘Halfrek’ peered under the table at him, “Come on out sweetie, nobody’s going to hurt you.”
“Says the alien who just kidnapped me.” Jack retorted. The alien rolled its eyes before bending back up.
“He’s a little upset,” She explained.
“Ya think?” Jack and the man said in unison. Then gave each other identical weird looks.
“Moving on,” The man said, shaking his head as if to clear it, “That still doesn’t explain what you’re doing here, and what’s this about kidnapping?”
“Jack made a wish.” Why that mattered didn’t make sense to Jack, but the man seemed to understand.
“Aww crap, you said the 'W'-word?” He sounded absolutely exasperated. Which was not the attitude Jack would have had, or was expecting. He nodded.
“Okay, what, exactly, did you wish?” The man asked, closing his eyes and breathing slowly.
“He wished he could have a family and save the world again,” ‘Halfrek’ recited, then smiled excitedly, “And I granted it, he’s your son.”
“WHAT!” Both Jack and the man shouted at once. He was now staring at the alien in horror.
“He’s my SON?” The man said. The alien considered a moment.
“Well, yours and Buffy’s.” ‘Halfrek’ said. She seemed to be taking a great deal of amusement from the situation.
From his vantage, Jack saw the man straighten up and advance slowly on the alien. He was very glad he was under the table. Big and dark, the eye-patch only served to make him more frightening. ‘Halfrek’ seemed to notice this too, as she took a step back and bumped into the table.
“Halfrek, what exactly did you do?
” He asked quietly, his one eye promising a world of pain if he wasn’t answered immediately.
“I made you and Buffy Jack’s biological parents, that’s all!”
The man was not satisfied, or did not trust her answer, “All?”
“Well, I might have made it so that he’ll inherit some of his parents more unnatural traits,” ‘Halfrek’ said. Defensively, she added, “So what? I did you guys a favor, you two never would’ve hooked up without help, and hey! you got a new recruit out of it too!”
“What did we tell you about recruiting for us?” The man seemed to have accepted the alien’s second answer, and had taken on a tired and annoyed, lecturing tone.
“That it is very helpful and useful to your organization.” The alien answered promptly.
“Yes, but I believe the exact phrase we used was DON’T,” The man told her. He slumped and waved absently, “Go, get out of here before a Slayer kills you, or I do.”
The alien swept her arms around herself and disappeared. For a few moments there was silence, then Jack couldn’t help himself anymore.
“Is it true, did she really…?” He stammered. This had gotten crazy in record time, he was having trouble keeping up. The man – Xander, the alien had called him Xander – walked over to the table and sat down on the floor beside him.
“Yep. She’s doing this to get back at me for Anya, I just know it,” He sighed, “The organization I work for killed her boss a while ago, brought her back to existence, which puts her in a whole lot of debt she doesn’t want.”
“She said she was recruiting.”
“That’s just her way of making trouble for us without getting in trouble with us.” Xander turned his head so he could look at Jack, “Well, what do you say, you get out from under there and we figure out what to do now?”
Jack was not so eager, “You told the alien you’d kill her.”
“I’m not going to kill you
, geez, make one death threat and everyone looks at you funny,” Xander said. Jack smiled, the guy seemed friendly and making nice would probably be a good idea right now. “Oh, and Halfrek’s not an alien, she’s a demon. That’s what my organization does, handles the demons so the rest of the world doesn’t have to.”
Xander looked at him funny. “You believe in aliens but protest the existence of demons?”
Jack had the grace to blush. He wasn’t sure of just what the HELL had happened, but here he was in what was weird enough to be another world and not
in chem class, and that's what was important right now.
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