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Summary: After the battle with the First, the Scooby Gang are searching deep into the origins of the Slayer, they find a writing about 'a huntress sent across the stars to protect those who know not what they face' could this be a lead into the Slayers past?

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Stargate > Dawn-Centered > Pairing: OtherdawnieelfFR151634,91759248,64712 Feb 0930 Aug 10No

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Disclaimer: You know the drill, I don't own anything or anyone. Buffy and the Gang belong to their respective owners, same for SG1 and Atlantis.

A/N: This is my first story on TTH, so reviews would be nice so I know what I'm doing wrong. I'm also looking for a Beta if anyone is interested.

“Why are we doing this again?” Buffy groaned slamming a ridiculously large book on the table.

The Scooby Gang were sat around the table in Giles personal library, with a whole lot of books.

“Yeah, the trip down memory lane was nice and all, but I gotta side with the Buffster.” Xander said.

Giles had just walked out of the stacks with another colossal pile of books in his arms. They had been stuck in here all day, and the Scoobies were getting restless. Now that the Council had been reconstructed and was running smoothly, and now with so many Slayers, Giles felt that it would be a good idea to delve deeper into the origins of the Slayer.

“After the spell Willow cast, we have no idea what has happened to the Slayer line long term. I simply think it would be easier to identify future problems if we know how the Line was created.” Giles said over the pile of books.

“Yeah, that’s great and all, but you have had two Slayers cooped up in the dingy library for 2 days, and if I don’t slay somethin’ or lay someone, things are gonna nasty, fast” Faith murmured.

Since the battle with the First, Faith had become a regular at the Scooby meetings and research parties. She and Buffy still didn’t really like each other, but they respected each other as Slayers. Everything had changed since that fight. Xander was never the same after Anya’s death, he would still offer his jokes, but he was a haunted man now. Willow was now in control of her magic , after the spell to boost the potentials, her power now rooted to the Slayer Line, not black magic. Dawn was now a fully fledged Scooby, specialising in magic. With help from Willow she had been able to tap into a small portion of the Key, making her a match for the redhead on a good day. Giles was still Giles, consulting his books whenever he could. Buffy didn’t have the weight of the world on her shoulders anymore, she and Faith were the Elite Slayers, only called in for the annual apocalypse.

“Guys, I think I found something.” Everyone turned to look at Dawn.

“Well, what does it say already?” Faith asked.

“I’m getting to it ‘And so the Huntress was sent across the stars, to protect those who knew not what they faced. The power of her People and Line charged to forever protect the helpless’, except for the Huntress and Stars thing, that pretty much sounds like the Slayers gig.”

“I agree, at least we have something to base our research on, I for one can’t wait to see where this leads us.” Giles said.

“Great, more research. We need doughnuts” Willow decided.

“Doughnut boy, at your service.” Xander grinned, as he stood.

“Okay, at least we have narrowed the search, Willow, get on that dreadful machine of yours and see what you can find, the rest of us can stick with good old books.”

There was a collective groan at Giles’ remark.


“Danny boy got a job for you.” General Jack O’Neill shouted as he walked into Daniel Jackson’s office.

“What can I do for you Jack?” Daniel asked. He was used to the new General walking in any time, usually it was to kick him out so he would eat before he starved to death trying to translate some ancient tablet.

“Just got word from Atlantis, they really need a translator.”

Daniel’s eyes lit up. “Well I would be happy....”

“Not you Daniel, how many times, you are not going to Atlantis.”


“No, and that’s final”

Daniel shrugged his shoulders in defeat. Jack refused to let him go to Atlantis, even though he was the best person to go. ‘Just the way he is I guess’ Daniel thought with a smile.

“Well, to be honest, I don’t have anyone highly trained enough to be of any use in Atlantis.”

“Well that sucks, Weir really need someone, and she seemed in a bad mood as it is.”

Daniel thought for a moment, trying to remember anyone outside the SGC that would be any use.

“Well... if it’s that important, I know of a group called the Watchers Council, they offered me a job a few years ago. They had a pretty big translation team, I could see if I could contact them.

“Yeah, do that, Weir needs someone long term, so make sure they are willing to be in it for the long road."

“Okay give me a few hours to find someone.”

“Okie-Dokie, just let me know and I’ll get the paperwork done.”

An hour after calling old contacts, he finally got the name of someone who could put him in contact with the Council.

“Hello Angel Investigations, we help the helpless.” A chirpy, Texan voice said on the other end of the phone.

“Hi, I’m looking for Wesley Wyndham-Price?”

“Oh you looking for Wes, okay just give me a sec.”

There were murmurs on the other end of the phone, and then a male voice came through the phone.

“This is Wesley, how can I help you?”

“Hi this is Dr. Daniel Jackson, I’m trying to get in touch with the Watchers Council, I was told you could give me a push in the other direction.”

There was a pause on the other end of the phone. “May I ask why you want to get in contact with the Council?”

“I was offered a job a few years ago as a translator, I was looking for someone with enough experience to lead their own team of translators and archaeologists.”

“Okay, well I don’t see a problem, Contact a Rupert Giles in Cleveland, he’s the head of the Council, he should be able to help you.

“Thank you Wesley for your help.”

“Goodbye Dr. Jackson”

Daniel put down the phone, glad he finally had a contact at the Council.

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