Hero for a New World
By Mark Safransky
Spoiler Warning: Post Season Five for Buffy the Vampire Slayer and early Season Five for Stargate SG-1.
Summary: Buffy sacrifices herself to save the world but the Powers That Be aren’t ready for her to quit the fight.
Disclaimer: Buffy the Vampire Slayer is the property of Joss Whedon, Mutant Enemy, Inc., Kuzui Enterprises, Sandollar Productions and 20th Century FOX. Stargate SG-1 is the property of MGM-UA Worldwide Television, Gekko Film Corp, Double Secret Productions and Stargate SG-I Prod. Ltd. Partnership. This fanfic is not intended as an infringement upon those rights and solely meant for entertainment. All other characters, the story idea and the story itself are the sole property of the author.
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The sun was rising over Sunnydale, California. Two young women stand at the top of a makeshift tower overlooking the town while a pulsing vortex of energy is ripping open the barriers between dimensions. Lightning like pulses of energy emerge from the portal causing transfers between dimensions. A building is transformed and demons emerge from it as another flash causes a dragon to appear in midair flying above the town.
One of the women, a petite blond turns to a young brunette and says, “Dawn, listen to me. Listen: I love you. I will always love you. This is the work that I have to do. Tell Giles I... tell Giles I figured it out, and I'm O.K. Give my love to my friends. You have to take care of them now. You have to take care of each other. You have to be strong. Dawn, the hardest thing in this world is to live in it. Be brave. Live... for me." With that, she turns and with a graceful leap off the tower, she dives into the vortex.
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Early evening just outside Colorado Springs, Colorado was nice during the summer. As the train picked up speed to make its way over the mountains on its way to Los Angeles, metal fatigue caused the train to derail with enormous loss of life and widespread destruction. In the days to follow, the locals and those who followed the news reports were stunned to learn of a lone survivor of one of the worst transportation disasters unrelated to terrorist activity in the past ten years. Many wondered at the survival of one Buffy Anne Summers, especially the military doctors who cared for her at the U.S. Air Force Academy Hospital where she had been airlifted after the derailment.
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Buffy slowly came back to consciousness with the realization that she hurt just about everywhere. Her memories filtered back in and she groaned as she realized that she must have somehow survived her dive into the dimensional rift opened by that old man she threw off the tower before freeing her sister Dawn, the Key. As she ruminated on recent events, for her, she heard someone speaking softly to her right.
“General, if I didn’t know better I’d swear she was a host. Her healing is phenomenal and I’ve never seen anything like it except in a Goa’uld.”
A male voice rumbled in response, “Are you sure she’s not a Goa’uld, Doctor?”
“Yes, we had to do a full series of X-rays and MRI’s on her just to determine her condition from the crash. There’s no sign of infestation. Plus, since her healing has accelerated in the past couple of days we’ve taken blood samples and are sequencing her DNA. There are some strange sequences and an extra base pair that has us extremely puzzled. There are no records of these differences in her medical records before the crash.”
Buffy cracked open her eyes and saw a short woman in a white coat, obviously a doctor, and a stout, bald man in a military uniform near her bed. “Excuse me,” she croaked. “Can I get something to drink?”
The doctor immediately turned in shock and reached for a glass of water while commenting, “Good morning Miss Summers. I’m very surprised to see you awake already. How’re you feeling, hmm?”
After a couple of sips to ease the parchedness of her throat, Buffy replied. “Well, I kinda hurt all over. What happened and where am I?”
“Miss Summers,” the military officer answered. “I’m General Hammond. You’re in the Air Force Academy Hospital in Colorado Springs. The train you were on derailed and you were rushed here for treatment.”
“Train?” Buffy mumbled in confusion. “I wasn’t on a train, I was on the tower with Dawn.”
General Hammond turned to the doctor as she began taking Buffy’s vitals and asked, “Amnesia?”
“Hmm, I don’t think so.” The doctor mused before asking her patient, “Miss Summers, you were on a train headed to Los Angeles when it derailed. Who is Dawn?”
“Dawn’s my sister.” Buffy answered before remembering something the general had said earlier, “Did you say Colorado Springs?”
“Yes, the train derailed just west of town Miss Summers.”
“Um, just Buffy is fine. How did I get from California to Colorado?”
The doctor and the general shared a quick glance before Hammond answered. “Buffy, you were on a train from Chicago to Los Angeles. You hadn’t reached California yet.” He turned to the doctor, “Doctor Fraiser, please report to the base this afternoon and let me know how she’s doing. I’m going to see what I can find out about her.”
“Of course, General.”
“Buffy,” the general addressed the young blond. “We’ll see what we can do about reaching your family and letting them know where you are.”
“Thanks. Um, my Mom died a few months ago so it’s just Dawn and me. You can also call Rupert Giles and let him know. He’s kinda like a father to us. He’ll be able to tell my sister and help arrange things for me.” Buffy paused for a moment before continuing on bitterly, “Not like you could reach my Dad anyway. He’s probably still in Spain or Italy with his secretary.”
“Is this Mr. Giles in L.A.?” General Hammond inquired.
“Oh, no. We live in Sunnydale. It’s about 2 hours up the coast from L.A.” Buffy sighed tiredly.
“Alright Buffy, time for some more rest. You’re very lucky to have survived that crash.” Doctor Fraiser told her as she administered a sedative to her IV drip. “I’m sure the general will have good news for you later.”
Buffy tried to reply but was soon lost in darkness as she dropped off to sleep.
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