Large PrintHandheldAudioRating
Twisting The Hellmouth Crossing Over Awards - Results
Rules for Challenges

New Kids on the Base

StoryReviewsStatisticsRelated StoriesTracking

Summary: Willow and Xander wake up in the SGC as children, they have no memories; only the physical scars of the past that they were banished from. SG1 have to deal with two six year olds, and a multitude of problems from bickering kids to magic-seeking Goa'uld.

Categories Author Rating Chapters Words Recs Reviews Hits Published Updated Complete
Stargate > Willow-Centered
Stargate > Xander-Centered
pezgirlFR1337108,37019494244,86229 Jun 0824 Aug 12No

Chapter One- revised

Disclaimer: I don’t own any of the characters

A/N: I've revised all the chapters, some have been changed more than others but not enough to change the story, it just might be a bit confusing in later chapters as to why certain characters react the way they do, but you don't have to re-read it. I doubt I've change that much.

Timeline: Two years after season 7 for buffy and late season 3 for Stargate.

SUMMERY: Willow and Xander wake up in the SGC as children, they have no memories; only the physical scars of the past that they were banished from. SG1 have to deal with two six year olds, and a multitude of problems from bickering kids to magic-seeking Goa'uld. Within the base a bitter betrayal may spell the end for SG1 and their kids.


Outside the new Council building Willow ducked as a wave of energy came towards her, it passed over her head; she glared at the offender opposite and waved her hand sending the blonde witch flying backwards.

“Amy,” she began, anger made her head throb painfully, “this is the last straw, you're finished.”

This was one time too many; the witch was putting her girls in danger; not that they couldn’t protect themselves of course- there were Slayers after all.

“You don't get to decide that,” said Amy, her own voice was full of contempt and hatred that matched her eyes, she got to her feet; face contorted.

She started mumbling under her breath, she was too quiet for Willow to hear, but loud enough for her to realize that she was chanting a spell.

Willow conjured up rope and threw it at the witch; Amy may be dangerous but she was still human and she didn’t kill humans anymore. Not for the last three years anyway. She'd leave the witch's fate up to the Council, she was wiping her hands of her.

She saw Xander running up behind Amy; she realised his intentions and watched as she drew her power up, Xander was going to disrupt the witch's spell. It was over soon one way or the other.

Amy threw her hands out in front of her as Willow’s rope span towards her, at the same time as the rope bound the blonde the spell was finished and was thrown at Willow. She was nowhere near prepared for the spell, she tensed with sense of impending doom.

She saw Xander streak towards her.

A flash of blue light enveloped her, she heard a yell from Xander as he crashed into her, the spell hit soon after. It caught them both, she only had enough time, before passing out, to inwardly scold her best friend for his recklessness.


The first thing that Willow noticed when she woke up was that the surface she was lying on was not soft and warm, but hard and cold; she definitely wasn’t in her bed.

She opened her eyes curiously and pushed herself up into a sitting position so that she could see more of her surroundings; but she couldn’t see a thing, it was all dark.

She waved her hands in front of her face and smiled when she saw the outline of them, it wasn’t too dark then; just so dark that she couldn’t see anything but the outline of her hands, and they were only two inches away from her face and…well, darkness.

She sprang to her feet and looked around, she saw nothing of course, the scan had been an impulse; Willow stretched her arms out in front of herself to see if there were any walls or obstacles in her way.

Her hands didn’t collide with anything but just to be safe she kept them outstretched as she walked forwards cautiously. “Huh?” she murmured as her hands felt a hard surface; she felt the surface- either a wall or a door- and then the surface gave way and she fell forwards with a shocked yelp; she staggered slightly as she almost fell over.

Which would have hurt; so no falling over.

Light filled her eyes, she squinted and rubbed them tiredly before opening them again; she looked around, did she get lost or something? Mom and Dad were gonna be so cross, “Whoops,” she mumbled to herself.

She looked around curiously, the walls that she could see were grey. They were all grey! What had happened to the colour? And where was Xander?

The last she remembered they'd been playing in the playground at recess, she hoped that she wasn't going to be late for class.

Willow bit her lip and looked around, her gaze stopped on a man, who was as still as a statue just at the end of the hall to her right; she looked around some more and found that he was the only person she could see at that moment.

She sighed and started walking towards the man, when he spotted her and jumped she froze in her tracks- obviously he hadn't expected her to be there.

“Stop there!”

Willow jumped in fright, she hated it when people yelled- unless it was Xander but the voice didn’t sound like her best friend’s; it was deep and kinda mean. The man was holding a gun which had previously been bound to his leg.

She looked at him anxiously, she was already working out a way to stay out of trouble...too bad she was rubbish at lying- she could try running, but she wasn't good at that either; then a thought passed through her racing mind, she wondered where her mommy and daddy were.

She'd never been to this place before, she didn't think her parents had either; so maybe they didn't know where she was. Okay, so she was reason to panic, right?

What was she thinking! Of course there was a reason to panic...She was lost! She swallowed, eyes wide and chewed her thumbnail nervously- a habit she had yet to break despite her mom's scolding; she shifted from foot to foot; cheeks burning and mumbled, “W-Where am I?”

The soldier slowed and then stopped in front of her, his gun was angled towards the floor and he regarded her carefully, “How did you get here, kid?” he asked, sternly.

Willow shifted again with discomfort, pulled her thumb away from her mouth and replied, "I...I dunno...d'you...d'you know where my parents are?"

How would he know!? Well, she had to say something; he was a grown-up so maybe he did know.

The soldier sighed, “Follow me,” with that said, he turned on his heel and started walking.

She looked doubtfully at the man’s back; follow him? To where? Her parents had always told her to never talk to strangers...but if he just left her there how would she get back home?

“But…I want my mommy,” the quiet mumble went unheard. She started to feel worried, what if she never found her way home?

She realized that the soldier had turned around to see if she was following him, he looked at her with his arms crossed- like the way her mom did if she was upset, “I’m coming, but I wanna find my mommy…and my dad, too...and also, I wanna go home, do you know where my house is? I think I know the phone number.” She ran to catch up with him, still babbling desperately.

“Ooookay,” he drawled, then he continued walking.

She followed.

Willow looked around as she turned a corner, the same boring grey walls! Didn't these people know what 'colour' was?

“I don’t like it here," she muttered under her breath. "I want my mommy and daddy.” Her chest felt tight as she wondered whether or not she’d ever find her parents; what if they didn’t know she was away from them? There was no 'what if' about that- they were probably away doing work.

They'd never notice.

He looked at her and smirked.

“Sure, have to take you to the general first,” he said shortly, then he turned back around.

General? What was that? Another word for something that she hadn't found out yet? Oh no, it was probably one of those 'time-out' rooms that the kids talked about in her first grade class...she'd never been there before- but it was for naughty kids and naughty kids were...Punished.

A lump formed in her throat and she felt her face burn, “I don't want to go to the general, how was I s'posed know if I was doing somethin' bad?” she muttered as she struggled to hold back tears.

He kept on walking, obviously not hearing her. She felt her nose tickle and she sniffled, wiping her watery eyes she looked behind her. No one else was following, so she couldn’t ask anyone else to help her.

She started pulling at the hem of her tracksuit sweater, twisting the fabric in her hands.

Her parents had a lot of work to do, they always did. What if they forgot her? They never forgot about their work, they were always out of the house, or on their phones.

She hated it when the phone rang, that always led to rescheduling promised trips and outings. Real promised ones, the Cross-my-heart-and-hope-to-die kind of promise.

Memories of the missed Zoo trip entered her mind and she fought down the bitter disappointment; stupid parents...stupid work.

Okay, so she knew that grown-ups had to work; she wasn't stupid.

But then, Xander's dad never worked; at least she didn't think so- he just drank and complained a lot.

She wondered what Xander was going to do without her, she knew how she'd feel if her best friend just vanished one day; she'd be miserable. If there was one person she could count on to miss her it would be Xander Harris.

He was gonna be really sad, he'd have no one to play with at recess. Oh no! They had a spelling test on Thursday! She'd sworn that she'd help him with it. He'd fail it again.

Willow stared at the ground fixated as she walked, she wondered if he was going to be all right; the last time he'd failed his test his dad had been really angry and he'd had to sleep over at her house.

Would her parents let him sleep over again? She didn't know.

They didn't like him very much.

But she liked him.

Except...she was missing. What good what that do if she was gone?

What if Xander thought that she'd run off without him?

That she'd left him behind and forgotten about him.

Scared, and depressed for her best friend, she started chewing her thumbnail again, she looked up as she thought of Xander and of her parents who would never even notice that she was gone.

The soldier had turned around again and was now staring at her, she felt tears tickling her chin and wished that her hair hadn't been tied into ponytails; she felt better sometimes when she hid behind it.

He walked up to her and bent down, “Hey, c’mon, you’ll be okay.”

Head down, thumbnail caught in her teeth, tear-soaked cheeks, she knew she must look like a big baby; “You want to find your parents, right?”

After a pause, she nodded slightly and mumbled an affirmation, but to him it must have sounding unintelligible; she raised her head and looked at him before taking her thumbnail away from her mouth. She held her arms out expectantly, wanting him to pick her up.

“Here we go then.”

He hooked his hands under her arms and lifted her up until her head was in level with his nose; then he secured her to him and she wrapped her arms around his neck.

He hitched her up into a secure position and started walking.

Willow wiped her eyes quickly, she was going to go home! If they didn't let her she'd...she'd...scream, she'd scream so loud that everybody would hear and they'd have to send her home!

And then, she'd be back with Xander again.
Next Chapter
StoryReviewsStatisticsRelated StoriesTracking