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This story is No. 2 in the series "The Mind-Melder Series". You may wish to read the series introduction and the preceeding stories first.

Summary: A chance encounter during the Battle for LA leads to chaos. Prequel to Visions of Vampires. AU to comics.

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Stargate > General > Team: SG-1 Seasons(s) 7 & 8KennieFR131416,557312539,81029 Dec 0912 Jan 10Yes

Wake Up Call

A/N:

Happy Holidays! Hope you're having a festive time, wherever you are.

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1/14 ~ Wake Up Call

Rrrrrrrrrring!

Rrrrrrrrrring!

Rrrrrrrrrring!

Mumbling grumpily to himself, Daniel Jackson stirred in his bed, reaching out one arm to pick up the ringing phone. Groggy with sleep, he fumbled and dropped the receiver.

“Daniel? Daniel!” the impatient voice of his boss and best friend, General Jack O’Neill barked tinnily out of the handset. “Pick up the damn phone, Daniel!”

“I just got to sleep, Jack,” Daniel protested sleepily, cradling the phone against his ear.

“I don’t care,” Jack told him. “We’ve got a foothold situation. I’m beaming you up in ten minutes whether you’re ready or not, you got that Daniel?”

“Yes, Jack,” yawned Daniel, deciding that Jack couldn’t really have said that there was a foothold situation.

“I mean it, Daniel,” Jack warned.

“Okay, Jack,” Daniel mumbled as he drifted back off to sleep.

Jack hung up.



Samantha Carter woke up reluctantly to the sound of her ringing phone. It had to be an emergency. No-one in their right mind would call at this time of the morning. She picked up.

“Carter,” she mumbled into the mouthpiece.

“Sorry to do this to you, Carter,” General O’Neill said smoothly and Sam sat bolt upright in bed, clutching the covers to her chest. “We’ve got a foothold situation. I’m beaming you onboard the Prometheus in five minutes for a briefing.”

“Yes, sir,” Sam replied, throwing off her duvet. “I’m up, sir. I’m moving.”

“See you in five, Carter,” he said.

“Yes, sir,” said Sam. He’d already hung up.



“Buffy!” Willow’s panicked shout echoed magically throughout the castle.

“Yo, B!” Faith’s did it naturally.

Doors slammed as slayers went to investigate. Normally Willow and Faith could be found snuggling with their other halves in South and North America respectively. For them both to be here meant that something big was up. Enquiring minds wanted to know what. By the time Buffy tracked them down in the hall they were besieged by a mob of curious slayers.

“Okay!” yelled Buffy. “Back off!”

Reluctantly, the slayers stepped back, letting Buffy actually see her friends. Faith was radiating pent-up aggression and Willow looked like she was on the verge of hyperventilating.

“Buffy!” cried Willow. “Get the scythe! We have to help... He’s in way over his head... I didn’t know... I didn’t see!”

“Whoa!” said Buffy as her witchy friend gasped for air. “Breathe, Will, breathe.” Over Willow’s shoulder, Buffy’s eyes met Xander’s as he hurried across the room to them and she gratefully handed her over to him, turning to Faith as he enfolded Willow in a hug. “What’s going on?” she demanded. “Who’s in over their head.”

“About two hours ago, one of the Cleveland seers went catatonic,” Faith explained. “Before he did, he said one word. LA.”

“Technically that’s two letters,” Xander pointed out as Buffy’s lips pursed.

“I called Red,” Faith ignored him. “Sat on the phone with Kennedy for an hour and a half while she stared at her bellybutton...”

“I was meditating,” Willow protested, breaking out of Xander’s comforting embrace.

“LA’s Angel’s turf,” Buffy said flatly. “It’s his responsibility.”

“B, you need to hear this,” Faith said urgently, her eyes deadly serious as looked Buffy straight in the eye.

The Slayer’s daintily shod foot tapped on the marble floor. “I’m listening...” she said, her arms crossed and one perfectly plucked eyebrow arched high.

“Angel’s been working against the Senior Partners from the start,” Willow said. “He decided that the only way to do that was to take out their avatars on Earth, the Circle of the Black Thorn.”

“They’re sending an army after him!” Faith said desperately.

“When?” asked Buffy.

“Now!” Willow and Faith cried out at the same time.

The Slayer’s lip curled back to expose even white teeth as she snarled ferally. “Break out the weapons!” she ordered.
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