Alien At Large
I own nothing of BtVS or SG1. They belong to smarter and richer people than me.Time line:
Takes place generally just after the finale of SG1 and 7 years post Buffy finale. Spoilers throughout both are possible. Pairings:
Mainly a Dawn/Jonas story with mentions of others including Buffy/Xander.AN:
I’m going to say right now that I’m not sure of what Jonas’ age is meant to be so I’m going to say that he is 33 in my story so that puts him at 27 when he joined SG1. That is young for his profession, but he was a genius with enhanced learning capabilities, so I’m ok with it. I’m also going to say that Dawn was 15 at the end of season 7 of Buffy, making her 22 now. This is my first fic so I’m still feeling my way around. The first two chapters are basically set up for the rest of the story. They give the general background of the characters.
This story is still unbetaed, but I'm going over it to work out some kinks.Chapter 1:
Alien At Large
Jonas Quinn was learning. He was learning how people of Earth interacted with each other. He was learning what they did for fun, how they spent their time, how their government worked, what the social rituals meant to those who embraced or avoided them. He was learning how NOT to be an alien, and he really wasn't doing very well.
When he first came to Earth he set all his energy to repaying his debt. It was his fault that Dr. Daniel Jackson was dead. His fault that there was no justice for it. It was his fault that the potential good that Dr. Jackson could have done was wasted on saving him from his own mistakes.
That was a huge debt that he spent nearly every waking moment trying futility to repay in the only way he could. Leaving his home planet, where his government was lying to the people, blaming Dr. Jackson for his own death and raising Jonas up as a hero, all the while ignoring his efforts to prevent such things from reoccurring, to come to a place where the only people he knew at all resented his presence and his commander actively disliked him.
So, he came to Earth. He came here and spent his time memorizing his predecessor’s work and trying to fill his shoes for a year. His only outside interests had been junk food and television. He finally built up a kind of comfortable friendship with his team, albeit a limited one. And then one day, it was over. Dr. Jackson was back from the dead to refer to his own notes on civilizations and humanity throughout the galaxy and Jonas floundered. When the opportunity to return to his own world came, he took it and hoped that he could affect change and growth among his own people.
But, that was not to be. He was placed as a figurehead to the group responsible for maintaining the peace between the three nations of his planet and he had no voice. He tried to help, he tried to be of use, and eventually he just tried to live his life. It only took three years for him to decide that it was time to make a permanent change. At first he was planning to just retire from all public and government works and find a small town to start over in. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t find the peace he desired.
And that is how he found himself once again on Earth. At first it was easy. He had lived and worked in the United States before, so all of the work to give him a legal identity had already been done. Permission from the government to live outside of the confines of Stargate Command had already been established. All he needed to do was ask that it be reinstated and agree to live within the confines of Colorado Springs so that they could keep an eye on him. He traded the location of a small number of naquada mines, on planets that his own people were unwilling or unable to negotiate treaties for rights to mine, for a generous finder’s fee so that he was able to live comfortably without needing to rely on the SGC for work or anything else. He wanted to start a new life of his own, away from reminders of his old one.
He bought one of the two estates on the western border of town and with the help of one of his few friends from his days with the SGC, Captain Robert Lewis of SG-8, converted it into a homey inn with slight touches of an old west feel for the tourists. He had a nice home, a business that held it’s own and no life. Since his only friend spent a great deal of time off world he tried going out on his own to meet new people. He was racking up a good number of acquaintances that he would chat casually with when he went out, but no real friends outside of Rob. He felt uncomfortable around most of the people he talked to because he still didn’t get a lot of the slang and cultural references in everyday American speech. He felt stilted and formal when he was trying to be relaxed and cool. He didn’t understand why the Superbowl was important. Valentine’s Day and Halloween seemed to make no sense. American food just didn’t really work for him. Popular gadgets and minor everyday technology made him feel like an idiot. He was starting to get a bit discouraged.
And then he met Dawn.