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Unintentional Consequences

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Summary: Xander, Andrew and Faith find themselves in the Pegasus Galaxy and inadvertently help two men find each other

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Stargate > Xander-Centered > Pairing: Other Slash(Past Donor)improvedpeanutFR151632,737915247,3142 Apr 107 Oct 10No

Chapter Two

Disclaimer: Buffy and all themes and characters are property of Joss Whedon and Mutant Enemy. Stargate with all themes and characters belong to MGM. No copy right intended
Spoilers: Vague Season 4 Tabula Rasa SGA, Post-Chosen/NFA Buffy





“So whadya think happened too him?” Faith was curled up on Xander’s good side thankful that the trekkie talk was over.

“Brig.” Was the terse reply from Xander.

“Fuckin’ military types, think he got the message out?” She hated the thought of Robin thinkin’ something bad happened to her.

She didn’t get a response since an irate blonde woman was storming into the infirmary.

“Looks like that’s a big old hell yeah!” She exclaimed, and then snickered while trying to remain all stoic. “Where’s Flyboy?”

Silence, a deafening silence was her answer and she was suddenly pissed and in their faces before anyone could even blink. “What did you do?” Her voice was low and dangerous, barely audible to those in the room.

A security detail that had followed accompanied Carter to the infirmary all raised their weapons at the snarling brunette.

She disarmed half the detail before noticing that the weapons weren’t just pointed at her. She put her hands up and stepped back.

“What did you do to the major? What kind of messages did he send? Who are you people?”

Faith smirked at her; she just gave them all they needed to know.

*****

John was in shock, staring at the screen.

Message sent.

The message itself didn’t tell him all that much, security breach not with standing.

Jesus John felt bad when the order was given to take Evan to the brig; he just looked resigned and sad.

He couldn’t change what happened and Lorne’s fate was out of his hands but he decided to do something about the sad so he swung by his XO’s office to pick something up.

He found Lorne was staring forlornly at something in his hands but hastily shoved whatever it was into his uniform when John entered the room. He automatically moved to stand at attention.

“Major Lorne,” John started wanting Evan’s attention solely on himself instead of skittering around the room.

He cleared his throat and responded with “Sir.” Gaze firmly fixed upon his shoulder.

John frowned slightly; he had accomplished his goal of getting the man’s focus onto himself but regrettably also served to remind him that he was his commanding officer.

“I’m not here to question you Evan,” smiling weakly before frowning faintly, “at least not right now. I just, I just thought that you’d like something to do.”

He had the door opened and handed Evan the sketchpad and pencil sets. He got huge puppy eyes and a grateful smile before that made his heart constrict in his chest. That was before hearing the call for an extra security detail to escort their new guests to the brig.

John groaned, Carter would put them all together in hopes that they would give away some information but it would take away his time alone with Lorne, try to repair what damage had been recently sustained.

*****

“Giles! Are you sure that guy said Atlantis?!”

He polished his glasses and huffed, “Dawn, I am standing right here, there is no need to shout. Now I know that you read the message and you know that Willow tried to trace it on that infernal machine. So you also know that the origins were traced but she could not find its location.”

“It’s just that we have been researching and still nothing concrete, or even shaky with the info. Has Willow at least been able to trace whom the other message was sent to?” Dawn was full on whining now frustrated and anxious for results.

None of the senior members of the Council were taking this well, while Graham was sitting hollow eyed on the couch.

There was an explosive noise that jolted them all out of their seats and reaching for their weapons. That’s when they realized it was Willow, black-eyed white-haired and pissed off. What ever it was it couldn’t be good.

“Ahh, yes Willow not good news I take it?”

“The third message was to the president. Of. The. United. States. He knows something about this.” Willow’s voice was lower in register than normal.

There was a quick scrying spell to make sure the man was alone and one portal later a very sleepy Henry Hayes got a rude wake-up call and a first hand introduction to Ripper.

*****

John was trying hard not to be entertained. He really was, and perhaps if these people didn’t put a huge wrench into their security and peace of mind he’d be eating popcorn while watching the spectacle on the screen.

He was making copies for a later point in time though.

“Alright what have they been talking about since our guests joined Major Lorne?” Carter had entered the room and she looked tired; she was obviously hoping that they would mention something of use before they question them separately.

“Well, they made Lorne mediator for something called the ‘Trekkie-Hot Pocket Sublimation’, ma’am.” John gave her a smile as he remembered the look on Lorne’s face a half an hour into the deliberation when he realized that they had no inclination of stopping.

“Do I want to know what that means?”

“Some sort of treaty, not the first one either if what they are saying is true." At her incredulous look he added "Well I have made copies for you to review at your leisure ma’am.”

*****

Samantha Carter was going to try for patience and leaning towards quiet empathy to get information out of the man in front of her.

“So can you tell me your name sir?”

“Xander Harris.”

“How did you find Major Lorne’s team?”

“Fell in front of them.”

“Fell from what?”

“No clue.”

“A plane?”

“Well I wasn’t on one before we hit the ground if that’s what you mean.”

“Helicopter?”

“No.”

“Unidentifiable vehicle or building or any kind?”

“No.”

“Tree?”

He looked genuinely confused, “Why would we be in a tree?”

Seeing she wasn’t getting far with this course of action she changed tactics. “How do you know Major Lorne?”

“I met Ev during the riots in LA.”

“Did he tell you where he worked?”

“Well soldier, but that’s not really a place.”

“Did he tell you what branch of the military he worked for?”

“No.”

“You weren’t curious?”

“Did you learn anything about the riots, it wasn’t a tea party.”

“Have you kept in touch with him since LA?”

“Occasionally, nothing consistent.”

“What do you do for a living?”

“Classified.”

“Am I supposed to just believe you?”

“No, you are supposed to check.”

Frustrated again she changed the course of the conversation again. “How long have you known your companions?”

“I have known Faith since high school, Andrew couple years after that. But we did have common acquaintances apparently.”

“Could you be more specific?”

“Oh sure, I met Faith one fateful night outside of our local night club. Then we had several memorable nights together-“

“Could you elaborate on that for me please?”

“Sure, though I don’t really see how her taking my virginity is relevant, oh maybe when she kicked me out in nothing but my skivvies will help you.”

“You said nights, did this happen more than once?”

“No, there was this thing were she accidentally killed someone, I thought I could help but I didn’t understand the nature of our night together. She tried to kill me, and rape me. Hard to say what order that happened in...”

“She’s a murderer?”

“Well she went to jail, and she has a pardon.”

“...”

“Don't look like that she’s not going to do it again.”

“Right and your other companion?”

“Andrew?”

“Yes, Andrew.”

“Right, well 'evil genius.'"

“Evil genius?”

“Well there were three of them at the time, called themselves the Trifecta, or The Three, or something, I remember thinking that it was kinda lame.”

“And you were friends.”

“No, no he left town and came back about a year later. Became our hostage, then we started working together.”

“Hostage?”

“Are you ok? If it helps he makes a mean funnel cake.”

“...”

“Hey guys? Does she always scare so easily? Guys? Guys?”

*****

Figuring that Xander if that really was his name, wasn’t possibly telling the truth she pulled the woman named Faith next to question.

In the room the girl made herself comfortable, leaning back in the chair and crossed her feet on top of the desk

“So can you tell me your name ma’am?”

“Faith Lehane.”

“How did you find Major Lorne’s team?”

“Dropped onta the ground right in front of ‘em.”

“Fell from what?”

“...” Faith shrugged

“A plane?”

“...” She snorted in response.

“Helicopter?”

“No.”

“Unidentifiable vehicle or building or any kind?”

“Don’t ya think that I woulda mentioned somethin’ about a ship or building?”

Seeing she wasn’t getting far with this course of action she changed tactics. “How do you know Major Lorne?”

“Boytoy met ‘im during the riots in LA.”

“Did he tell you where he worked?”

“Well soldier boy yeah?”

“Did he tell you what branch of the military he worked for?”

“No.”

“You weren’t curious?”

“Why would I care?”

“Have you kept in touch with him since LA?”

“No.”

“What do you do for a living?”

“Classified.”

“Am I supposed to just believe you?”

“No, you are supposed to check.”

Did they practice answering questions like this together? “How long have you known your companions?”

“I popped Xander’s cherry when he was still in school.”

“You weren’t in school at the time?”

“Drop out.”

“He mentioned that you killed someone?”

“Yep.”

“That’s all you have to say about that?”

“No, but you ain’t my shrink so not plannin’ on tellin’ ya anymore.”

“He said that you tried to kill him?”

“Yup.”

“And he forgave you?”

All she got in response for that was a soft smile.

“How did you get the pardon.”

“I shouldn’t a got one.”

“What do you mean?”

“...”

“...”

“...”

When it became clear that Faith wasn’t going to say anything else on that subject Carter continued “Ok and your other companion?”

“Andrew?”

“Yes, Andrew.”

“Yeah after I broke outta prison he was at the house I went to, Xan was there and Andrew was the hostage.”

“Right.”

*****

“Wow so are you really going to interrogate me?”

“No I am ju-”

“I will not crack! Even if you use Chinese torture, or if you were to use veritaserum not a word shall pass these lips unbidden. I have entered the cone of silence, there is nothing that you can do about it you evil temptress from beyond the stars!”

*****

John was trying to work out everything that Carter had told him, “So our guests are incredibly smart and know that they would be monitored and have worked out a convoluted cover story that indicates that they all need psychotherapy? Or if its true, then the possibility is that they need to go to jail, preferably one with no with no door.”

“Pretty much.”

"Right."
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