A/N: OK, I read this challenge, and the idea just came to me...thank you Almadynis! I hope you like it! please leave reviews, let me know what works and what doesn't...love xx Shezzi
Oh right: I do not own BtVS or Stargate: SG-1, and I am not making any money from this story...drat
In Stargate SG-1 season 2, episode "The Fifth Race", at the end when Jack is talking to the Asgard on the planet, the Asgard comments that the Legacy "wasn't meant for him." And since the only direct translation we have of the circle is "The place of our legacy" and it's got to say more than that...I propose that someone come up with who the legacy was supposed to be for!
So, the rules:
1) You can't use Dawn/Buffy falling off the tower through the portal to get them into the SG universe...use some of the creativity I know you have!
2) A maximum of three people from the Buffy/Angel universe cross over to SG universe, though don't care who.
3) Pair your main character with one of SG-1, but it doesn't have to be sexual in nature.
4) And finally, if you do use a slayer as a main character, make the Slayer gene and the Ancient gene the same thing.
Well, there you go! Most important of all is to have fun, so let your mind flow and your creativity be free!
OH By the way, cos everyone keeps getting confused: I changed Dawn's age. I wanted her to still need a parental figure...so she is only fifteen, not sixteen or seventeen like in the series.
Dawn’s hands shook violently. “Are you sure, Giles?” she asked, softly, even though she knew the truth of his statements.
“I’m sorry, Dawn. If you stay here, the energy is going to destroy you. The Key was never even meant to be in this universe, the PTB must have done something monumentally difficult to get it. But the energy isn’t really compatible with this universe, and that is what is causing your illness.” Giles stared sadly at the girl he considered his own, swallowing hard to try and clear the lump from his throat.
“What do we have to do?” asked Dawn, before crying out sharply and collapsing, writhing, on the floor. Giles dropped beside her, holding her gently until the convulsions ceased.
“Willow will open a portal, using you to track it, into the Key’s home universe. It will be a one way trip, there won’t be any coming back, and you have to go alone, because it will be the Key’s energy that will power the portal.” Dawn stared at him, her eyes huge, then she nodded slowly.
“At least I don’t have to worry about what Buffy would say,” she said softly, a tear running down her cheek.
“She would be proud of you, Dawn, I know,” Giles told her.
“Let’s get this over with, I’m just getting worse the longer I’m here,” Dawn declared, pushing herself onto her knees.
“Willow, we’re ready for you now,” Giles called, knowing that wherever the witch was, she would hear him. She appeared immediately, her hands overflowing with a large book, several candles, and bunches of herbs.
“I love you, Giles,” whispered Dawn, kissing her ‘father’ gently on the cheek. He wrapped his arm tightly around her, wishing he could hold onto her forever. He pressed a kiss into her hair, then slowly forced himself to let her go. She smiled sadly at him, the grief carved her on face making her look almost ten years older than her fifteen years.
“I won’t even be able to visit them,” Dawn whispered softly as the truth really hit her. The Battle Of Sunnydale, as everyone in the know was calling it, had only been a few weeks ago. Buffy had died for the third and final time while trying to get out of the crater, and Xander had succumbed to his injuries not long after. Anya, too, had not made it out, having given her life to save Andrew, a worthless sacrifice in Dawn’s opinion.
Willow knelt facing Dawn, and kissed her forehead gently. Giles took the candles and set them carefully around the two girls, and laid the herbs in their required positions.
“Can I take anything with me?” asked Dawn suddenly.
“Sweetie, I think you’re going to be doing well if you don’t end up there skyclad,” Willow told her, sighing softly. Dawn teared up again, but brushed them away furiously.
“Well, let’s get on with it, then,” she said, and Willow carefully stepped out of the Circle. She took the book from Giles and began to walk widdershins around the Circle, chanting in Ancient Greek. The candles ignited one at a time as she walked past them. On the second time, the herbs began to smoke and shrivel. Her voice rose to a shout on the third circuit, her hair now completely white, and a green glow sprang up around Dawn. It got brighter and brighter, but was contained within the Circle. The spell came to a rushing crescendo, and the light flared, then went out, the only sign of the consecrated circle the varicolored pools of wax were the candles had been. Willow turned to Giles and he took her gently in his arms, and they held onto each other and cried.
Stargate Command, Norad, Cheyenne Mountain, a whole other Universe
SG-1 stood in the ‘gate room, waiting to head out on their mission. Suddenly, the Stargate started to pulse with a strange, green light.
“What in the Sam Hill?” asked the General staring, before grabbing the microphone. “Evacuate the ‘gate room immediately,” he ordered. Major Carter was already headed back up the Control Room steps, intent on getting to a computer and running a diagnostic. The rest of SG-1 followed on her heels, all staring through the observation windows as the glow got brighter, seeming to form a type of event horizon. “Close the iris,” ordered the General, but the gate technician just shook her head.
“It’s not working, Sir,” she told him.
“Major, what is going on here?” demanded the General, very concerned.
“Sir, I have never seen anything like this before. The ‘gate…it’s not being dialed, but something is feeding it energy, and I don’t know how…” just then, the light flared, going from green to almost pure white in its intensity, then blinked out. Everyone blinked and flinched, trying to clear their vision.
A figure knelt on the ramp in front of the Stargate, head bowed, hair tumbling over its knees.
“Holy Hannah!” breathed Sam, staring.
“What in the Sam Hill?” yelled the General.
“Chel’nok,” Teal’c rumbled.
Daniel muttered something unintelligible in Arabic.
“Oh, for cryin' out loud!”