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Summary: What if Buffy had a different type of childhood? No pairing

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Chapter 7

Chapter 7

A/N: When I went back and read over the earlier chapters, I was a tad horrified with them so I decided to revise them. I kinda feel sorry for making you read those chapters riddled with mistakes… Anyways, here's Chapter 7! Hope y'all like it.

A friend should be one in whose understanding and virtue we can equally confide, and whose opinion we can value at once for its justness and its sincerity.
--Robert Hall

December 14, 1994

"Hey! Uncle Mark! I'm home and I brought a guest!" Buffy yelled as she ran into her little ranch house. She was in her camouflage still covered in stains from her latest mission. Her bag - a black backpack which showed clear signs of constant use - that she had draped over one shoulder was unceremoniously dropped onto the maple floorboards.

She looked back behind her, motioning enthusiastically to someone just outside the confines of the front door. Buffy turned back into the interior of the house as her sensitive ears picked up the distinctive sound of her uncle's heavy footfalls.

Mark strolled into the room with a bright goofy smile on his face. His old eyes stared at his niece, assuring himself that she was there. He place his weathered hands on her small shoulders.

"Kenn," he said with his voice full of warmth, "Your home. Welcome back."

Buffy, misty-eyed responded. "Yeah, I'm home." With that she launched herself into his arms, digging her head ever deeper into his chest.

"Um…Kenn? Sorry to break the moment but, uh, would you introduce me? There's a couple kids giving me some odd looks."

Buffy and Mark released each other from their reunion hug.

"Uncle Mark, I wanna introduce you to someone." Buffy gave the man a bright smile. She grabbed his right hand and led him out the front door.

There in all her glory stood the redheaded Janet Frasier, waved of sweat cascading down her forehead as over ten children stood in a line staring intensely at her, eyes narrowed and frowning. With a bag over her shoulder, she gripped the straps as if her life depended on it. She visibly relaxed as she saw Buffy come out of the house.

"Hey, she's with me, ya little monsters." Buffy said to the children.

"Are you sure she ain't gonna do anything, Miss Kenn?" the oldest of the bunch - a fourteen year old hispanic girl - asked.

"Yes, I'm positive. Also, I told you many times to call me Kenn. Just Kenn."

"But Miss Kenn, my mami and papi and tio (1) work for your tio. It doesn't seem right to just call you by your nickname."

Buffy sighed. Knowing she wasn't going to get anywhere, she let it go. "Ok, ok. Y'all can go back to doin' what you were doin' before."

The children smiled, contrary to their previous expressions, and ran off.

"Uh, Kenn. What was that?"

"Don't worry about it. Anyways, I'd like to introduce you to my uncle."

Mark smiled at the smaller redheaded woman, walked around Buffy, and gave the woman a bone-crushing hug.

Buffy laughed and said, "Welcome to the family."


August 6, 1998

It was the same procedure she had done the first time she arrived at the Mountain.

Nevertheless something was different. Well, the procedure was the same. It was her that was different.

Now, she wore lovely white gauze around her head.

Great. Just great.

She walked toward the 'Stargate' as she was informed the giant rock ring was called. Apparently, the Stargate was a worm hole that transported someone to another planet. The 'traveler' would be broken down into subatomic particles as they entered and be reassembled as the pass through the receiving Gate.

She spent over three hours trying to make sense of the packet handed to her by that bastard O'Neill. He acted like Colonel Sutlers.

All play, no work, horrid handwriting, confusing word choices, earned cocky attitude, lobbing all the accursed paperwork at the rank underneath and leaving the most important information at the bottom of a pile of papers.

Like, for example, a memo that changes the days' meeting from 1200 to 0900.

She sighed. How she was going to make it through another day with the team the reminded her so much of the 'Pack' as they were known, she didn't know.

She sighed again as the doors the meeting room came into her sights.

Bracing herself, she opened the door and stepped inside.

She opened the door and walked confidently towards the empty chair in between Captain Sam Carter and the General on the left side of the table, her back to the window allowing one to view the Stargate. Opposite of the General was the large and exceptionally build Jaffa named Teal'c. To his left sat the nerdy looking archeologist Daniel Jackson and, sitting in between him and General, was the greying and annoyed looking Colonel Jonathan 'Jack' O'Neill.

Buffy schooled her features, allowing none of the animosity at both the situation and some of the people around the table to show through. After all, the archeologist and the Jaffa messed with horse, something that no one gotten away with in the past much less the present.

"Now that we are all present, Major Summers, I'd like to introduce you to our flag team SG-1." the General said, not knowing they had met under less savory circumstances. "This is Colonel Jack O'Neill and he is both the CO of this team and my second in command. To your left is Captain Samantha Carter and she's the scientific contributor as well as one hell of a fighter. Her counterpart is Dr. Daniel Jackson though he mostly deals with the historical and linguistic departments. Last but not least, Teal'c, a former first Prime of Apophis."

After he was done, Buffy gave them a large smile, saluted at each one when they were introduced and promptly sat down.

"Nice meet you." she said in a pleasantly calm voice.

SG-1 gave each other odd looks. This was not the women who they met previously. The one red in the face both due to the blood oozing down her forehead and out of anger at their unexpected intrusion.

Sam was the first to react. "Nice to meet you as well, Major."

Daniel was the second. "Um, nice meeting you Major Summers. I'd very much appreciate if you call me Daniel."

"Much obliged but I'd rather not demean your profession by addressing you as such."

"No demeaning done. Simply informal addressing."

"Such informality is unbecoming toward someone I just met."

"Only in some cultures, but not in ours."

"What you are comfortable with and what I am comfortable with are to vastly different things. For instance, you might be comfortable using a persons first name, while I am not. Do you understand?"

"Well, I can see your reasoning…"

"Uh, Danny?" Jack asked cutting into the conversation.


"Well, can you tell the rest of the class about your little chit-chat with our little Major over there."

"What are you talking about Jack?" Daniel didn't what the silver haired Colonel was getting at. They were all at the table and as such should've clearly heard their little play-by-play.

"Well, after saying 'Nice to meet you', you both began speaking gibberish." He said, eyes narrowed in confusion.

"It wasn't gibberish." The light blonde began," but it was Greek. You probably just not have noticed when the transition between languages occurred." she said speaking toward Daniel.

All but the General couldn't help but stare at her wide, bright smile with a hint of suspicion.

"Captain Carter, would you show Major Summers around?" Although the General phrased it as a question, everyone around the table knew it was an order.

"What about us?", asked Jack, waving at Teal'c's and Daniel's general direction.

"I have some topics to cover with ya'll concerning your last mission." General Hammond said in an icy cold tone along with a narrowing of his eyes.

The trio paled considerably.

Sam, deciding nothing good will come out of that discussion, stood up and ushered the Major out of the room and into the adjacent hallway.

For the next hour or so, Sam showed her the most essential rooms within the mountain such as the armory, infirmary, and mess hall.

To her, the Major seemed to make it point to stay as far away from her as politely possible and, for the life of her, she couldn't understand why. She was almost positive that she took a shower this morning. Almost being the operative word for Sam had, in the morning, been lost in the world of technology and was only pulled out of it by an alarm clock marking the time she should make her way toward the meeting room.

Besides the whole distance thing, she still talked to her which was a plus but most of their conversation was a simple question and answer session. No personality, simply bland and informative.

Not that Sam didn't try to get the Major to open up a bit more. It was simply that the Major ignored and deflected any of her attempts for any type of personal conversation.

She had been unable to gather any more information than what the Colonel had told them on that day of a bombshell of a meet and greet a few days ago. All information, including that of her pre-Zoo days were highly classified which made Sam even more curious of their new member.

The duo continued to walk through the grey corridors, Sam in front and Buffy two yards behind her.

"Captain Carter." said the Major suddenly.

Sam stopped in her tracks and wiped around quickly. "Uh, yes ma'am?"

"Captain, just address me as Major and also, I'd like to ask you a question."

"Feel free to ask me anything, Major."

"Why do you feel different then everyone else?" The blond narrowed her eyes and tilted her head in concentration.

"Excuse me?" Sam asked taken aback. This was not a question she expected to here from the other woman.

"I don't know how to explain it. It just something about you seems… off." Then the Major began to mumble to herself in a strangle language.

"Well, um, not to long ago, I was briefly the host to a Goa'uld." Sam replied rubbing the back of her head and then stopped.

"Hmm. Maybe that's what I'm feeling then."

Sam nodded then stopped. She scrunched up her face wondering how the hell the Major felt the remnants of Jolinar that remained inside her.

The pair lapsed into silence. Buffy remained her impassive self. Sam fidgeted, nervously hopping from foot to foot with her hands locked together securely behind her back.

"Captain Carter, would like to spar?" The green-eyed blond asked out of nowhere. There was a sparkle in her eye that Sam was sure she liked.

"Spar? S-sure ma'am."

"Well, what are you waiting for Captain? Let's go." Buffy spun on the heels of her boots and walked in the direction of the training room.

Sam couldn't help but shudder a little bit as she trudged toward the room.

'I have a feeling that I'm not going to like this.'

Two combatants facing each other, both showing not a hint of emotion. Muscles taunt and ready to react at the slightest provocation. But the height difference; it seemed astronomical.

The familiar blond with azure blue eyes stood crouched, knees bent and arms up. The strange, shorter blond stood up right loosely, a dangerous position to be in but, all the same seemed to be the most dangerous of the two.

They continued to stare at one another and, by an unknown signal, they exploded into action.

The Captain lunged forward, her right hand on a direct path to the Major's head.

The Major didn't so much as blink. She stood firm. Then, at the last possible second, tilted her head out of the path of the speeding bullet that was the Captain's hand.

The Major then proceeded reach up, grabbed the Captain's outstretched right forearm with her left arm while at the same time crouching low to the ground and slammed the larger woman to the ground.

The Captain was left without breath. She curled into herself and struggled for air.

"God…" the Captain wheezed.

The Major straightened up and smirked. "Do you want to go again?"

The Captain nodded. Rising on unsteady feet, she returned into starting position.

This time, the Major launched the first strike. Her arm sailed toward the Captain. The Captain dodged to the left. She then delivered a low spin kick intent on knocking the Major off her feet.

She failed.

The Major, as if sensing her intentions, used her momentum forward, jumped up and flipped over the downed Captain.

The Captain quickly scrambled to her feet. As soon as she got to her feet, the Major landed a uppercut on the poor Captain's chin.

The Captain looked stunned as her head was forced upward. Then a second later, she fell back and landed flat on her back and didn't get up.

The Major walked next to the Captain. She nudged with her boot. "Captain? Hey Captain, you ok?"

The Captain didn't so much as flinch.

"Oh. Well this is a problem." The Major then did the only thing she could've done,


"Janet, can I come in?" Buffy asked softly.

The redhead in question turned from the mountains of paperwork piled high on the her wooden desk nestled in the corner of her small office.

With the black pen still resting in between her hands, she looked at the pint-sized blond powerhouse before her.

Smiling, she replied. "Oh course you can, Kenn. You know your always welcome."

"Ugh, today was such a hassle." Buffy said as she flopped down on a velvet rug placed over the concrete ground.

"You know you have to get along with them. They're your team." Janet stated as she turned back to her work.

"I don't want to." Buffy said softly.

"But you have to."

Buffy ran her hand over her worn face. "I know." she whispered.

"So," Janet asked steering away from the darkening mood, "how was the first official meeting?"

"It went swimmingly."


"I made a hell of an entrance, introduced by General, started a conversation with Dr. Jackson about the use of informality among cultures while switching the language without him noticing, received suspicious stares, had a grand tour with Captain Carter, sparred a little bit and accidentally knocked her out then I came here. She's alright by the way."

Janet raised an eyebrow. "Well…I guess that was the best possible scenario for you at least."

"Are you implying I'm a troublemaker?" Buffy exclaimed.

"Yes." Janet said deadpanned.

Buffy rolled her eyes at the older woman.

The pair was silent for a few minutes.

"Kenn…you know your plan won't work."

"Plan?" Buffy asked innocently enough.

Janet slammed her pen on the desk and she spun around in her chair. "Don't pretend. I know you better than anybody else besides your uncle. Aren't I your confidant?"

"Yes." Buffy said tiredly.

"Then why are you being coy with me?"

"Jay…why do I have to tell you if you should already know?" Buffy asked with a hint of anger in her voice.

"I want you to tell me." Janet said with her chin stubbornly in the air.

Buffy gritted her teeth. "Then ask me a question I can answer."

"Why are you creating barriers against them?"

"Because I don't want to get close to them." Buffy angrily said in a low voice.

"I get that but why this team in particular. You didn't act like this with Yang and Rodrigues when Adar died."

"I have my reasons."

Janet sighed. Getting information out of the SF was proving to be more difficult than she had previously thought.

"Fine, don't tell me. Just…stop torturing yourself." The redhead said defeated.

Buffy said nothing, choosing instead to start at the grey ceiling. Janet spun her chair back and picked up her pen. She had only just place the point of the black ink pen on the paper when she felt two arm wrap themselves around neck and a chin rest itself on her head. She closed her eyes and leaned back, digging herself more into the embrace.

"Don't worry about me, Jay. I'll be fine."

"I can't help but worry. We're family in all but blood." The doctor whispered. They were a family; her, Buffy and Mark. She was practically Mark's adoptive daughter for pete's sake.

"Don't worry." Buffy repeated, tightening her hug before releasing the redhead. She then flopped back on to her chosen place of the rug and closed her eyes. Janet in turn open her eyes, looked over to the Major and turned back to her work.

The two had grown close over the years since they first met each other in Japan.

The duo then maintained a rather comfortable silent between them. Janet's occasional tap of her pen and Buffy's deepening breath permeated the room, giving it a sense of tranquility.

A peaceful area where the two warriors escaped their respective demons and licked their wounds.

The death they witnessed on such a daily occurrence marked their very souls. Ghosts of the past whispering nonsense is their tired ears, pleading, begging, and cursing their names. The lives Kenn the Black Wolf took; lived Jay the Medic couldn't save.

As the clock made a full rotation on its axis, Janet's consistent tapping slowed until it eventually died down.

After several days of inadequate sleep, the medic felt her eyes grow heavy with each blink. Words on the documents in front of her blurred, letters melted in with each other. When the effort of opening her eyes became too much, she rested her head down on the desk and floated into oblivion.

Jack grumbled as he lead Daniel and Teal'c down the labyrinth that was Stargate Command. After getting chewed out by the General over their little…accident off-world-Carter having escaped due to not being present, forced to stay behind and help the Samlings with their lab work- it seemed things couldn't get any worse.

Then, Walter came up to him right after the General's little scolding was over and informed him that Carter was in the infirmary. Apparently, their new Major managed to land a hit a tad to hard in the wrong place and knocked her right out.

The trio made their way toward the infirmary. They found their Captain awake and responsive, arguing with the brown headed doctor in charge to release her.

"I'm fine! It was just a let bump."

"Sure…but you still have to stay here just as a precaution." the Doctor said. "We got to make sure you don't have any lasting damage. That hit had a lot of force behind it as it was and, if the Major had hit harder which I confidently estimate she can, well, let's just say you wouldn't be talking."

"Fine Dr. Azarov." Sam slumped back on the hospital bed.

"Hey Carter. Took a small nap now did ya?"

The second she heard her superior officers' voice, she groaned and seemingly shrank deeper in the bed.

"SamanthaCarter, are you alright?"
asked Teal'c.

"Just fine Teal'c. Just my pride was injured."

"Well Carter, that bruise on your chin begs to differ."

Sam didn't reply.

"So, Sam. How was it?" Daniel asked.

"To be honest," Sam said as a smile threatened to overtake her face, "That was the most fun I had in ages."

"Huh, Carter's excited and no tech was involved. Maybe we will keep her." The Colonel said with a grin on his face.

Teal'c looked at the Colonel. "SamanthaCarter's amusement is reason enough to established MajorBuffyKennSummers' credentials and credibility?"

"In my book it is." Jack said semi-seriously. "Also, the fact that she beat Carter so fast and hard proves that she can handle herself in the field."

Sam blushed slightly at the indirect praise from her position on hospital bed.

"Well," Jack said. "I guess we'll find out how she handles gate travel later on." Jack smiled a secret smile and left the group to their own thoughts.

(1) Mom, dad and uncle respectively

Finding good players is easy. Getting them to play as a team is another story.
--Casey Stengel
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