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This story is No. 2 in the series "Pick-A-Number". You may wish to read the series introduction and the preceeding stories first.

Summary: Another batch of pick-a-number shorts. This time the numbers picked indicated the crossover, the genre and a random plot point to be included.

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Multiple Crossings > GeneralBeriaearwenFR1521,7680297424 Jun 109 May 11No

BtVS/SG1-Romance - Intervention - 1000 words

Disclaimer: The characters of Buffy The Vampire Slayer belong to J. Whedon, et al. The characters of Stargate: SG1 belong to Sci-Fi, et al. All characters are used here without permission. No copyright infringement is intended.

Crossover: Buffy The Vampire Slayer / Stargate: SG1

Genre: Romance (I'm really, really not a good romance writer - but that's what came up)

Plot Point: Intervention

Word limit: This Pick-a-Number doesn't officially have a word limit, but it matched up with another challenge pick, so I combined the two - word limit was 1000 words

--by Beriaearwen

An unintelligible scream of anger and frustration sounded throughout the council house followed by the sound of a slamming door, cracking plaster and pictures falling off the walls.

This, in and of itself, wasn't completely unusual. After all, super-powered teens lived here and frequently forgot their own strength.

The surprising part was that it wasn't one of the slayers who cracked Xander's recently completed plastering job, it was Dawn Summers.

Buffy looked over at Xander and raised an eyebrow. Xander sighed and nodded. It was time for drastic measures. They had a call to make.


Jack stood in the doorway about to ask Daniel if he wanted to come to dinner when the archeologist's fist slammed onto his desk, dislodging papers, a few artifacts and his precious coffee mug.

The red color of his friend's face and the fire in his eyes, convinced Jack to back away before he was noticed and treated to another round of being Daniel's substitute verbal punching bag. Twice was two times too many.

Turning, he spotted Samantha Carter and Teal'c down the hall. Both froze and looked at him. As he approached his friends, Jack slipped his hands into his pockets and said, "I think it's time for some drastic measures." They had a phone call to make.


Two Weeks Later

Buffy leaned back in the pool chair, sunglasses perched on her nose and cool tropical drink in hand. The warm rays of sunlight embraced her as she settled back to enjoy the sound of her team and SG1 enjoying themselves.

She felt someone approach, but didn't react since she knew they were human.

After the other person settled, she identified them from the popping knees and almost silent groan. "Enjoying yourself, Colonel?" she asked, not opening her eyes.

"Best intervention ever."

Silence fell between the two as the sounds of the party continued to flow over them.

"Think they'll figure it out?" Buffy asked.

"They're both intelligent people. They'll work through it. Either that or you'll end up with a brother-in-law."

Buffy choked on the sip of her drink. "Oh, now my mind is going to scary places," she said, her whole body shuddering.

"There's a way to take care of that," Jack offered, mischief evident in his every word.

"Oh, and how's that?" Buffy asked, setting down her drink and lifting her sunglasses from her eyes a wary edge to her voice.

"Well," the colonel began, sitting up. "Basically, it's this." And with that he stood, leaned over, scooped up an unsuspecting Buffy and threw her into the pool.

He laughed as a spluttering Buffy popped up out of the water. His laughter faded as her indignant expression changed into one of steely determination. He began to quickly walk away.

"You can run Colonel, but I'll still find you!" Buffy called after him.


Meanwhile at the Intervention Site...

Had it not been for both Willow's silencing spells and Carter's surreptitious use of counter-wave silencers (not that either group knew the other had done so), the quiet of the country side would have been shattered and the poor animals traumatized.

Fortunately, the quiet discussion that had quickly given away to passionate shouting could only be heard by those trapped in the small cottage. Though, if they continued at their current volume, it would be touch-and-go as to whether or not there was hearing loss.

It was also fortunate that those who exiled the academic duo to said cottage had taken care to remove any and all breakable items prior to this meeting. With the number of flying hands, papers and pens, it was safest for everyone.

As the argument progressed, Dawn reached into her stack of books, pulled one out and opened it to a well worn page. She then indicated the information that supported her point and demanded Daniel look at it.

Stepping forward and leaning over to read the indicated entry, their bodies brushed each other and they stilled. Blue eyes met and locked for several moments, before drifting to take in the proximity of the other person's mouth.


Eight Months Later

Buffy stood on the balcony of the ballroom watching as the limousine taking away her sister and new brother-in-law disappeared into the night.

A slight sound alerted her to the presence of another invading her quiet refuge.

"I still blame you for this," she said, though her voice lacked any heat. When he came to a stop behind her, Buffy leaned into the warmth of his firm body as his large hand slipped around her waist to settle on her stomach.

"I wouldn't call it a bad ending," Jack replied, placing a soft kiss just behind her ear.

Buffy hummed. "Not the wedding," she clarified. "I couldn't be happier that things worked out for them the way they did."

"Then what?"

"This dress. This is so totally your fault."

"I kind of like it."

Flabbergasted, Buffy turned to look at the older man. "Have you actually seen this dress?" she demanded.

"Yes," he admitted, slipping one hand into his pocket. "I've seen it and you do look beautiful in it." A wicked smile appeared on his face, "though, I'm much more interested in seeing what's under it." He chuckled at the indignant gasp and slight slap that comment earned him, reveling in the blush he'd brought to her cheeks and her pleased smile.

Taking her left hand in his own, he led her away from the open doors to a quieter corner of the balcony. "The other reason I like this dress," he said, his voice soft and his face serious as he met and held her eyes. "Is because, while it will never rival your beauty, it looks wonderful with this." Finishing his sentence, he drew his hand from his pocket and quietly slipped a ring onto her finger. "Buffy Summers. Will you do me the honor of accepting my hand in marriage."

"Yes, Jack. I would love to be your wife."


The End?

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