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The alarm had gone off, and SG-1 had assembled in the gateroom's observation and control area. An 'unscheduled offworld activation', as the prerecorded voice kept telling them. Technicians stared at computer terminals, desperately typing commands for the gate to shut down. General Hammond was in the room, his voice firm with authority as he gave the order to raise the shield over the gate. The whole room was lit by an eerie green glow which emanated from the gate, dancing across the symbols on the outside of the ring. The air felt greasy, heavier than any mix of gases had a right to be. The technicians were shifting in their seats, still working but sweating with the tension.
SG-1 were leaning against a wall casually. Daniel was juggling a book in some Latin derivation and his notebook, trying to read and take notes at the same time. Jack was trying to get Carter to make a bet on how long the emergency would last, and Teal'c was watching them and trying to comprehend Earth courtship rituals.
"It's inappropriate to gamble during emergencies. Especially about them,," Carter said firmly. Her mouth was set, but her eyes smiled.
"It's not gambling. I'm just teaching my team how to judge tactical possibilities."
"With money, sir?"
"Well, it could be gummi bears if you prefer."
"Sir, the shield isn't holding!" A technician shouted.
"Get another squad outside the gate room," said Hammond. He glanced over at SG-1 as they lounged against the wall. "Major Carter? Perhaps our star physicist has some insight to offer?"
"Of course, sir." Carter stood beside Hammond at the window, taking in the emerald-tinted gate. "It appears to be some kind of uncontrolled portal. It's possible that it simply locked on to our gate by chance."
"Any ideas who created it?" said Jack from the wall. "The snakes? Asgard?"
"I don't think so," said Carter. "The Goa'uld don't have independent portal technology of this kind...and the Asgard aren't this sloppy. I've no idea what's going on."
There was a crackling sound from the gate room, harsh and vibrant. Even Jack was drawn to the window, looking down at the gate as bolts of green light flashed around the circumference of the gate. Something was growing in the centre of the massive stone circle, an area where the light fell in the wrong direction and the air was blurred. Suddenly the blur broke apart, twisting into a flare of roiling green light. The rift began to pulse, expanding and contracting, moving in and out like a beating heart. The brilliance of the rift increased, so bright that those watching had to turn away and shade their eyes. When it cleared there was a blonde girl standing in the middle of the gate room, her clothes singed and torn. She glanced at the concrete walls of the gate room, then caught sight of the gate itself. She stared at it for a long moment, before shouting loud enough to heard through the observation room's reinforced perspex windows.
"What the hell
is going on here?"
"An excellent question," Carter murmured. Before anyone could speak to the strange girl, there was another flare of green light from the gate. As it subsided a figure appeared in midair, landing in a roll that brought it to its feet in one smooth motion. It was a young man in black robes, holding a stick. His hair was incredibly messy.
"Sirius, are you---" The second stranger paused mid-shout. "Wait, where am I? Isn't this the Veil?" He sounded British.
"Uh, no," the blonde said grumpily. "This is a concrete box with a weird glowy metal donut. Although I have to admit, ever so slightly better than dead." Her face crumpled. "Oh, god, they think I'm dead. Dawnie! She'll think I'm dead!"
"Err," said the kid in robes. He looked about, taking in the tightly sealed blast doors and armoured observation window. He turned back to the blonde, who was staring at the gate despondently. "I think I'm in the wrong--"
He was cut off by another flare of green light. When it died down, it left a man in a long black coat suspended in the air. He managed to give an incoherent cry before he slammed into the floor with an audible thump
. The green light faded away, and did not return.
"Stars and stones and Mab's dead bones," the prone figure groaned. "That did not exactly tickle."
"Oh great, another one joins the party," said the blonde.
"Do you know where we are?" asked the messy-haired boy.
"No," the blonde said slowly. "Looks kind of military though." She frowned. "Do you think they brought us here?"
The boy shook his head. "My dimensional shift must have gone wrong. I don't see how they could have made that happen, whoever 'they' are."
Hammond, Carter and Jack had been arguing in the observation room as the strangers arrived, and now Hammond turned on the intercom. "Visitors, this is General Hammond of the United States Air Force. We do not know how you arrived here, but we will try to send you home - wherever that might be. But you must agree to co-operate with us fully."
"I called it! Military. Although Air Force rather than Army, I don't know if that's better."
"America? How did I get from London to America?"
"Urgh." The trenchcoated figure rolled onto his back. He was tall, with a few thin white scars across his face. His nose looked like it had been broken recently. "What did the loud voice say? I was busy listening to my skull. It made a lovely ringing sound."
"We're at an Air Force base, I think," the blonde told him. "But they seem as surprised as us. Which brings me to another big question, who are you guys?"
"Harry Dresden," said the man on the floor. "I've got some middle names, but I can't seem to remember them right now."
"Harry Potter," said the messy-haired young man. "And you are?"
"Buffy Summers. So, you think we should co-operate with the nice jarheads?"
"Well, let me check something," said Potter. He spun on his heel in a tight circle, and staggered. "I can't apparate. Something's...wrong with the magic here."
"Tell me about it," said Dresden. "It's all quivery, like trying to grab a greased dolphin."
"Why would you...never mind," said Buffy. "So, H-One and H-Two: you going to co-operate?"
Potter flicked his wand a few times, then tucked it away inside his robes. "I don't think we've got a choice."
"Co-operation," said Dresden thoughtfully. "I can't remember the last time I co-operated with someone." He paused for a moment. "We should probably find out where we are, and what they want."
"Co-operation's not exactly my style either," said Buffy. "But you're right. I think we should stick together, though."
"Makes sense," said Potter. "You're not evil, right?"
"I got here by accident after I saved the world," said Dresden.
"Ditto," said Buffy.
"Oh. Well, should we tell them we accept?"
"I think they already know," said Buffy as the blast doors began to grind open. Soldiers guarded the other side of the doors, holding guns but keeping them aimed at the floor for now. Buffy pitched her voice to carry to the observation window. "We will remain together for now."
A greying man strolled through the blast doors, unarmed, hands in pockets. "Fair enough," he said. "I'm Jack O'Neill. I'll take you up to the conference room."