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Summary: Buffy didn't want power but what if it was given to her either way. She won’t accept it, will she? What sort of power is it anyway? Post Chosen

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An Ancient Gift

Title: Unknown Path

Disclaimer: BtVS and Stargate (SG1 and Atlantis) or NCIS characters do not belong to me, and I claim no rights to these copyrighted materials. I don’t know where the story is going but right now it is a Stargate crossover.

Chapter not yet Betaed!!! I am so sorry for the delay. I had exams, I transferred to another college… It was pretty busy for a while. I did not have time to write. I will update the betaed version of chapter 7 and 8 at the same time. We’ll see when… Feel free to review a lot. ;)

I hope you will enjoy reading it.

Thanks a lot!!


Chapter Eight: An Ancient Gift.

In the process of losing one of theirs, the SG1 team members were devastated by the turn of the events. Staggering from the Ancient Weapon Chair, the Colonel O’Neill took a costly shuddering breath in his near death state while Sam and Daniel attempted to help him rise to his feet. Teal’c was still training his weapon on the petite blonde that appeared unannounced and surprisingly managed to defeat one of Anubis’ super soldiers. The events had passed to quick but he couldn’t be mistaken. He witnessed her arm and knee going through a seemingly impenetrable armor. Nothing short of a powerful energy weapon could have even cause fissures to it. However, she did not seem to want us any arm. Her strangely formed weapon was lowered and in fact, she looked at the Colonel with concerned eyes. He began to lower his zat before proceeding to helping the others. As they hurried him over to the stasis pod, Buffy remembered how numb she felt when her mom was diagnosed with cancer and she couldn’t help but sympathize with what they were surely feeling. The man looked like he was in the brink of death. They froze him knowing his state rendering this situation resembling knowing that he will die should they not find a cure or solution. The Slayer observed the grieving group before her. The blonde woman was clearly the most distraught. She could only imagine that it was exactly her face when she killed Angel. She probably cared about him the same way and not knowing if he was going to make it was even worse. A fleeting thought came to her suddenly that at least there was still hope in contrast with Angel’s demise being in hell.

As she was watching them, she decided that it was perhaps time to get out of here before they shake out their daze. However as she relayed the message to Willow to pick her up, they simultaneously turned their eyes on her as if they just realized she was there.

"Whoa, that’s freaky.” Buffy mumbled under her breath, trying to think of something reasonable to say if they asked her something. At this, she saw the dark skinned man tilt his head as if he had heard her self-mumbling.

She was happy it was at least pretty dark in here so that in the street, they would probably not have recognized her. After all, blonde petite woman existed everywhere in the United States of America. The slayer in her felt that it was not time yet to meet properly: through the proper channels. Mind you, there was no better proper channel than the president telling you to do everything in your power to help them but she still felt that it was too soon. As she felt the intensity of their stare, Buffy felt herself blush slightly at the attention wishing suddenly she had a cap or something to hide behind.

When no one made a move to speak, she cleared her voice loudly preparing a lie bigger than her head and Dawn’s put together.


The blond woman in front of her opened her mouth.

“Who are you?” She asked. Her tone held a little suspicion but also a lot of curiousness. Sam had clearly seen the woman help them but she couldn’t help but be doubtful. Plus, she couldn’t think straight, having just put her CO in stasis while he was near death. They were all grieving.

Just as she opened her mouth to sprout a lie, a big light enveloped her and the rest of the team.

And a second later they were beamed up to Prometheus. The General Hammond was waiting in front of them, looking both relieved and slightly overwhelmed. However, his eyes darkened as he saw one member of the team missing. He closed his eyes, feeling suddenly really tired and saddened as he feared for the worse.

“…you alright? General?”

His eyes snapped open before looking at Sam with a little more clarity.

“Yes, Yes I am fine. Colonel O’Neil?”

Seeing Sam shake her head before dropping it, Daniel tried to explain what happened while Teal’c watched, eyes filled with sadness.
“Well, regardless of the sad twist in the end; you did good and I have hope that the Colonel O’Neill will pull through no matter what. He is strong like that.”

Sam offered a watered smile, while Daniel and Teal’c nodded in agreement.

As Daniel reached the part where Buffy intervened, he gestured with his hands to where she was supposed to be, only to find her gone.

“She is… not here.”

He turned to the others, his neck snapping loudly.

“Why is she not here?”

“Where did she go? She was beamed with us sir.” Sam added while Teal’c merely raised an eyebrow.

Hammond had no answer so he did the best thing, turn to his scientist aboard.

“Sir, we beamed them all aboard. The only explanation is that they hick jacked the beam to another direction.”

Daniel furrowed his eyebrows while fumbling with his glasses. “Is that even possible?”

Sam protested loudly and at the same time taking place in front of a computer. “It certainly shouldn’t be!” She looked over the data registered about the Asgard beaming technology, before hurrying over one of the many boards of the control room opening them to reveal the crystals allowing the beam to work. One of the crew approached Sam.

“I saw the red haired woman open it and fumbling with that.”

She looked at him briefly before taking the crystal he indicated. She examined it before hooking up her tablet to it.


Behind her, Daniel asked. “What?”

“I don’t know how she did it but she rewrote the entire code pertaining to the beaming technology. She added a directional system to it.” Sam exclaimed while still shaking her head in disbelief. “Meaning we could beam in and out simultaneously with much more ease than before, adding to the fact that we can direct them in different direction. Granted it will take power but in a situation of danger it could be a good idea to know how to use it…” She trailed off as she read over something in her tablet. “Is something wrong with the sensors? The shields are nearly at maximum and the power levels are surprisingly high for a ship that just had been in battle.”

Hammond shook his head while trying to make sense of it.

“I wish I could explain but… at the last moment… We were launching a full blown attack at the mother-ship expecting to fight to the end and take it with us.” He paused in his explanation as his Texan accent shone through. “Anyways, their shields lowered and ours rose progressively. We were lucky the sensors detected it in time to change direction and speed or those machines would have destroyed us too. Now, I don’t know what the hell happened but it saved us from imminent death! And it is good enough for me.”

For a moment, Sam looked like she was going to object before closing her mouth at the General’s warning stare to let it go. After he left, Daniel turned immediately toward Sam.

“Do you think it was an ascended being?”

“I have no idea.”

Teal’c followed them out silently before adding.

“I do not believe it to be the case. The Ascended have demonstrated their reluctance to help in such matters. However, maybe another great race revealed itself to us.”

The two others could only nod while Sam was still burning holes in the crystal that she took with her from the control panel, trying to somehow understand its functions.

Meanwhile, Willow beamed down next to Buffy. The Slayer hurried up next to Willow who was rubbing her arms in attempt to warm up a bit. They moved a bit closer to the stasis pod where there was less snow.

“Well? How was it?”

“Everything… uh… is taken care of. I lowered the shields on the enemy ship and…” She stopped abruptly then frowned at Buffy. “Buffy, a…aren’t you c…cold?”

Startled, Buffy finally took notice of how inappropriate her attire was in the freezing cold. She took a frozen shard in her hand and watched it melt rapidly while feeling the concerned stare that Willow was sending her. She wiped out her hand on her pants before advancing near the big crater below the surface.

“It’s nothing. I just fought; I am now beginning to feel the cold seeping in.”

“…Okay… if you say so.” Willow hesitated, not sounding really convinced.

“Are you ready to teleport us?”

“Yes. H…hold on to me.”

A week later

The Scottish Highlands, Newton-more

Lisa was walking ahead of the group, waiting to see the estate that will be the new Slayer Central. She couldn’t see anything yet. The young slayer smiled in amusement as she felt Dawn’s frustration reach her from behind. The younger Summers was panting with exhaustion and huffing annoyingly every now and then. Every time Lisa glanced back, under the pretense of make sure everyone was keeping up, she found her glaring at her sister and pouting. She knew she was extremely annoyed that Buffy had decided they were to walk there. It was either that or driving a bus in a precarious road. Everyone knew, Dawn didn’t like walking and even less hiking with their heavy luggage. She tried talking to her but making small talk was not one of her forte. She looked back once more at the others: Giles, Robson _ his fellow watcher friend_ and Andrew were struggling to keep up with the pace Willow and Kennedy were taking. Willow was simultaneously walking _tripping_ and reading mission reports from the Stargate Command on her tablet. And they were starting to look like they could use a break, especially Giles. The other slayers were walking fast just behind Dawn, conversing quietly between them. Buffy, Faith and Marie were lingering at the back of the group, marching silently toward the estate. And just as they were beginning to despair, Lisa saw something ahead, looking like a big manor or a fortress.

As she saw it, Dawn began running full speed at it.

“Oh thank god!”

Reaching up to what seemed to be a big door, she stepped on the small staircase to open it. When it wouldn’t budge, she turned toward the others.

“I don’t suppose someone has the key?”

Willow stepped forward and raised her hand trying to find a way to unlock it. Lisa reached what looked like a mailbox, opening it. As she felt around with her hand for a few seconds, the box lit up surprising her and startling her into taking out her hand.

Watching the now-dark-again box, the young slayer naturally looked at Buffy for answer.

“What was that?”

The oldest Slayer shrugged her shoulders and looked automatically at Willow who rolled her eyes at her antics. She could see the wheels working inside Buffy’s brain. The young witch knew her mouth sometimes ran faster than her brain.

“I got nothing.”

Giles pushed through the crowed forming in the small staircase leading to the Giant Door and attempted to read the inscriptions on the box. Willow put her hand in the exact place, Lisa put hers and waited. When nothing happened, she motioned for Kennedy to put her hand. Now lit up with a beautiful blue light, what seemed to be a box appeared now to be a small operating device.

Regarding the Manor in a new light, Willow emitted a small “hmm”.


Looking at Kennedy, she told her to position correctly her hand and suggested to the others to move out of the stairs.

“Hold your hand still… yes that’s it… give it time to analyze.”

After ten seconds or so, door emitted a small noise, like locks opening. Willow nodded to herself.

“Now give a little push with just enough slayer strength.”

Everyone was feeling the anticipation as Kennedy pushed a little against the door. Suddenly, the noise stopped and the door opened. Buffy held her breath as it opened completely revealing a surprisingly preserved structure. As Kennedy stepped in, everything began to light up.

“I think I know what this is.”

Surprisingly it was Mary who said that. Willow and unconsciously Buffy nodded in agreement.

Buffy recalled her dream of the city underwater. “It’s like Atlantis. This manor must have been created the Ancient.” Everyone turned around to look at her. When she noticed, Buffy took offense to the surprised look on their faces. “What? I know how to read and the flight was long and boring.”

Willow smiled gently at her best friend and said.

“Anyhow, I think whoever built this place knew exactly who it was for. The manor’s locking system is probably linked to the genetic memory of the DNA of Slayers in their database.”

She advanced toward a board and tried to make sense of it.

“This is Ancient for sure. The technology is so advanced; perhaps too advanced. It is going to take a while to go through everything.”

Dawn stood behind her, trying to look.

“Hey I can read that!”

“What? Which symbol?” Willow asked, leaving her space besides her.

“Most of it. For the past week or so, I have been learning from Doctor Jackson’s notes on the letters in Ancient. Alphabet…” Furrowing her brow, she seemed to think a little before adding. “If we can call it that…”

Buffy stood behind her, putting her hands on her shoulders making her bulk down a little.

“Well, Dawnie! It seems like you got yourself a job!”

Without leaving her the chance to respond, she took off to what she hoped was room filled with a bed and a shower.

“I am off exploring!”

An hour ago, after passing the most wonderful and biggest training room she’d ever seen, weapon rooms and what seemed to be library that would make Giles and Willow very happy. She stumbled upon a circular room that lit up at her arrival. The systems came alive as she hopped up the step and a hologram to view. It was that of a browned headed middle aged man wearing a strange long white tunic. He was staring straight ahead without blinking and his eyes were blank.

Hello!” As the exclamation startled her, Buffy stepped out as soon as she stepped in, making the image disappear.

Hello Chosen One. You may enter your query verbally or by entering it manually on the console before you.


Not really surprised to feel him behind her, Giles came to stand next to her.

“Do you want to try it?”

She stepped down and allowed him to try.

Hello. You may enter your query verbally or by entering it manually on the console before you.

“Can you tell me about this manor?”

“Of course. This manor was created by a race called the Ancients. They had many names; some called them the Lanteans, others the Alterans. They are one of the most advanced races known to have existed, having evolved millions of years prior to the present day and reaching an extremely high level of technology long before humanity evolved on this planet. They built this place for the Chosen one and her people.”

“Why?” Buffy asked him.

Because they were allies. They had many common enemies.

“Are you an Ancient?”

My creator was. I am built in his image.

“What was his name? I mean what’s your name?”

My name is Jonas.

“Jonas, are you completely interactive?” Buffy asked, thinking it would be great to have a guide knowing the place.

He blinked as if the question surprised him. The young woman wondered how much this hologram was sentient and how much he could do.

My creator added many options to this program. It can be adapted accordingly to the preference of each individual. I can be made independent of this room through the manor systems, or restricted to it. I can adopt the personality of my creator or remain in this state. I can be more or less interactive in my actions.

“So you can show us to where we can rest?” Giles inquired, hopefully.

A simple question came through.


“Great! Let’s go then!”

Putting a hand on his arm to halt him, Buffy still motioned him to wait, not noticing her strength or Giles wincing. “Wait Giles I have one last question!”

“Go ahead but be careful with your grip, you nearly took off my arm.”

Her hand left him as soon as the sentence left his mouth as if she had been burned. “I am sorry, I didn’t mean to.” She said, frowning at her hand like it was not hers.

“It’s okay, I know. We’ll talk about it later. For now, ask your question.”

Still looking stricken, Buffy turned hesitantly toward Jonas.

“Is there a Stargate here?”

End of Chapter.

Not betaed yet.

If there are a lot of reviews, you’ll have the next chapter in two weeks.

Chapter nine preview:

She interrupted him, shouting desperately. She couldn’t deny it anymore, she couldn’t bare it anymore. Something was wrong with her.

“Let it out Giles!”

He looked at her in regret as she struggled to control her emotions. Everything seems so raw that it was hard to keep calm.

A few minutes passed.

He nearly didn’t hear it. She whispered the phrase in a single breath, eyes closed and looking more defeated than… ever.

“I need to hear it from someone else.”

He sighed, closing his eyes.

And finally, he let it out.

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