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This story is No. 1 in the series "Legacies Are A Pain In The Butt". You may wish to read the series introduction first.

Summary: It turns out that the Enjoining spell had some serious repercussions for several of the people involved, as well as some others who weren't.

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Stargate > General > General: SG-1GreywizardFR1512,7303378,4285 Aug 125 Aug 12Yes
Disclaimer: None of them are mine. The Scoobies belong to Crack-Head Joss and ME, and the Stargate people belong to Jonathan Glassner, Brad Wright and MGM, too, I think. Deal with it. I have.

Category: Minor Stargate crossover, and response to Challenge 2906.

Time Frame: Begins near the end of BtVS season 4, episode 21, 'Primeval' and goes seriously AU from there.

Spoilers: None intended, but if you don't know what happened up to this point, why are you reading this story?

Character Bashing: None.

Feedback: Of course!

Archiving: Talk to me first, please.

Author's Note 1: Many thanks to Bill Haden and Theo (Starway_Man) for beta-ing this story.

Author's Note 2: As usual, “word” indicates speech, :: word :: indicates mental communication and { word } indicates a character's thoughts.

Author's Note 3: This is story #5 for the 2012 August Fic-A-Day Challenge.

Author's Note 4: A small amount of dialogue at the beginning of the story is taken from transcripts of 'Primeval' from the 'Buffy vs Angel Forum'.


Sunnydale, CA
May, 2000

As the uranium she'd telekinetically yanked out of ADAM's chest vaporized, Buffy's eyes returned to their normal blue-green color, and she swayed momentarily from the strain imposed on her body and fell to the floor.

Riley reached over to catch her, supporting her for a moment until she regained her equilibrium and receiving a fatigued smile in return.

"Oooh-kay, that was – kinda trippy, actually," Buffy declared with a small frown as she considered everything which had just occurred. "Let's go check on the Gang, and make sure they're okay."

"All right. Just as long as you're sure you're okay," Riley nodded as the two headed for the entrance to the formerly concealed section of the base.

"Yeah, I'm feeling fine, now," Buffy assured him. "Actually, I'm feeling kinda supercharged, energy-wise, now that I think about it.

"But seriously, honey, I definitely think we need to check on the others right now!"


Giles, Willow and Xander all slumped limply to the floor as the enjoining spell ended.

"Wow," Willow declared, "that was –"

She was interrupted as the previously barricaded door slammed open and a massive, brown-scaled demon rushed in, clearly intent on slaughtering everyone present.

Spike darted in after it, as the Scoobies were trying to scramble to their feet, and grabbed it from behind, snapping the demon's neck.

"Nasty sort of fellow. Lucky for you blighters I was here, eh?" the bleached-blond vampire declared, a bit theatrically, as he glanced down at them.

"Yes, thank you," Giles agreed, dryly, his expression showing that he was clearly not pleased to owe any sort of debt to the undead Englishman. "Although –"

Before he could comment further, however, a mixed handful of demons stormed through the broken doors and attacked.

As Spike jumped towards a Belgari demon heading towards Giles, a Polgara demon rushed towards Willow and two more vampires ran towards Xander.

Acting on instinct, Willow spun towards the attacking Polgara and drove a thrust kick up into its throat, stopping its assault as though it had run into a brick wall.

While Giles gazed in shock at the redheaded witch's actions, Xander reacted with equally puzzling instincts and grabbed hold of the outstretched arm of the vamped-out 'Eighties reject attacking him and pivoted into a shoulder throw which sent the vampire flying through the air to slam against the far wall of the room, some fifteen feet away.

As the second vampire grabbed him in a bear hug from behind, Xander slammed his head backwards into his assailant's face, causing the demon-infested corpse to release him as he staggered backwards, temporarily lobotomized from the cartilage shards from his nose being driven into his frontal lobe.

Grabbing hold of the momentarily stunned vampire's hand, Xander yelled, "Incendere!" at the same time that Spike dramatically yelled, "Don't worry, Droopy, I'll save you!" and leaped onto the other vampire's back, only to also be consumed by the fire which had enveloped the first bloodsucker.

As they all stared at the ashes now slowly drifting down to the painted concrete floor, the dark-haired Scooby looked over at his companions with a *very* concerned expression on his face, and said, "Oops. And, uh, Giles, I'm pretty sure that this probably isn't how the spell was supposed to work, right?"


"So, did any of you guys just have an *extremely* weird dream just now?" Buffy asked as she looked around the room to where her three fellow Scooby Gang members were sprawled across the couch of the other various chairs in the room.

"Uh-huh," Willow was the first to nod agreement with her best friend's question, an uneasy and worried look on her face as he answered. "I, I dreamt the First Slayer appeared to you, me and Xander and, and that, even though she didn't speak, she – she somehow managed to tell us that all three of us were all bound together.

"And I don't think that she was referring to just the Slayage, either," Willow added doubtfully, a somewhat perplexed expression on her face as she pondered what she was saying.

"Yeah, I dreamed pretty much the same thing, Will," Xander agreed, a semi-bewildered expression on his face as he considered his dream.

"But I also remember that Cave-Slayer went and touched all three of us in different areas – me on the forehead, you on the chest around your heart and Buffy on the stomach – and she seemed to pull something sorta gauzy out of each of us and mix it together, somehow.

"And then she touched each of us again with that filmy stuff, and I know I definitely felt different afterwards," Xander declared firmly.

"Yeah, I remember all of that stuff, too," Buffy nodded her own concurrence with Willow's and Xander's recollections. "And I *think* the Lady in Thundering Need of a Facial was trying to tell us that we needed to watch out for something, too.

"She kept gesturing towards this big stone ring that was standing off to one side, and she was giving it some really nasty looks each time she did look at it," Buffy commented thoughtfully, "So I'm guessing that it's probably got something to do with what else we dreamed about."

"Yes, well. Uh, a somewhat wild-looking woman, who I would now hazard to be the person you three consider the First Slayer, appeared before me while I was working in the old high school library," Giles told the others about what he could remember of his own weird dream, "and she gestured rather emphatically towards several of the more ancient and less-referenced volumes of the Watcher Diaries, which I-I suppose meant that she wanted me to read them.

"She then gestured towards a photo of the three of you, which was on my desk, and I had the impression that she would greatly displeased if anything adverse were to happen to you," Giles continued. "Oddly, err, all three of you were dressed quite differently than in any of the photos I can recall seeing of you.

"Each of you were wearing a uniform of some sort, and were carrying a variety of both traditional and modern weapons," the former Watcher noted with a thoughtful frown. "Some of them I didn’t recognize…"

"Regardless, since we're proceeding on the basis that the appearance of the First Slayer in all of our dreams is a harbinger of potential future dangers," Giles stated, "I should remind you all that the locations where Xander indicated the First Slayer had touched each of you were, in ancient times, considered the seats of a person's power.

"The mind was considered the home of a person's knowledge and skills, the heart the location of a person's arcane or personal power, while the belly, or stomach, was the abode of a person's soul," the Scooby's resident scholar informed his charges.

"Since Buffy has previously stated that, after the Enjoining spell, she possessed a new in-depth knowledge of modern weaponry and explosive devices which she did not previously possess, I would hypothesize that the First Slayer decided that sharing the knowledge you gained as a result of your Halloween possession would be an equitable contribution for you to make, Xander," Giles suggested reflectively.

"The same, I would suppose, might be said for your magical potential, Willow, as well as Buffy's Slayer abilities," the ex-Watcher continued his theorizing, not realizing that all three adolescents were smiling at him fondly as they watched him gaze blankly at the far wall while he absently chewed on the arm of his glasses.

"Although an explanation as to *why* the First Slayer would consent to sharing Buffy's Slayer abilities, which have previously been conferred only to the Chosen Ones, to a male recipient, is currently beyond me," the officially retired Watcher completed his contemplations and looked over to his charges.

"Well. Regardless of whatever the ultimate explanation might be, I-I do think that, given the dreams all of us had shared, we will be unable to afford to wile away our spare time during the forthcoming summer months, nor ignore any potential threats until the autumn rolls around," Rupert stated, his words eliciting a chorus of protesting groans from his younger companions.

Because they had instantly realized that they would be required to do even more research into determining the potential identity of whichever upcoming threat they would most likely be facing in the next few months.


"Yes, sir, I've had our people check all of the samples using three different tests, and there's no possible doubt about the results. There is a definite familial link between all of the samples. The brass needs to be notified about this immediately."


"Jack, I have some definitely unexpected, surprising, and probably fairly upsetting, news to tell you, and then I have some definitely very disturbing news to tell you.

"And, unfortunately, they're both connected."


"Good afternoon. Is this the Summers residence?" the speaker was a red-headed and -bearded man of slightly above average height, dressed in a dark suit and holding up an official-looking badge.

"Who wants to know?" Buffy demanded, unimpressed by the badge and not liking the looks of the guy on her doorstep in the least.

"I'm Agent Cross, and this is Agent Singer. We're with the NID, the National Intelligence Department" the man identified himself and his companion. "Are you Buffy Summers?"

"Why do you want to know?" Buffy demanded, which was good enough for the two spooks.

"We need you to come with us for questioning in regard to a rogue operation known as the Initiative, Miss Summers," the guy Cross had identified as Singer spoke up.

"Sorry, but you'll have to come back another time. I'm kinda busy right now."

"Something wrong, Buffster?" Xander asked as he walked over to see what was keeping her from returning to their research party.

"Ah, would you be Mr. Alexander Harris? And would Miss Willow Rosenberg be here, too?" Agent Cross asked as he examined Xander carefully.

"Who wants to know?" Xander replied, picking up on Buffy's unease with the pair.

"They say they're NID agents," Buffy frowned, not liking the situation in the least.

"As I was just telling Miss Summers," Singer interjected, "we need the three of you to come with us for questioning in regard to an operation known as the Initiative."

"Sorry, man, but we're kinda busy right now," Xander shook his head. "Why don't you guys come back in a week or so? We'll probably have a lot more free time then."

"I'm sorry, but we're going to have to insist that you come with us *right now*," Cross said as he reached out to grab Buffy's arm.

"HEY!! Get your hands off me, you pervert!" Buffy shouted.

"He's got a gun!" Xander shouted as he saw the glint of metal as Cross's hand slide from beneath his jacket.

Wham! Cross dropped the gun as Buffy slammed her fist down on the hand holding the pistol.

Thud! Cross bounced off the nearest wall from the impact of Buffy's other fist against his face.

Thud! Xander slid past the petite blonde and his fist hit Singer's face an instant after Buffy hit Cross, making the larger man's body drop to the ground alongside his partner.

"What's going on out here, guys?" Willow asked as she rushed to join her friends, having heard the sounds of bodies impacting against the front of the house.

"These two guys wanted us to go with them to answer questions about the Initiative, and they wouldn't take no for an answer. So, now we're stuck with two unconscious, so-called government agents," Buffy explained as she glared down at the two would-be kidnappers, while Xander picked up the two strange-looking Z-shaped, metal devices the pair had been attempting to draw while still conscious.

"Now what are we supposed to do with them?" the Slayer lamented sourly. { I guess I could call Riley about this, but that's not feeling like a good idea, for some reason… }

"Well, you could let us take care of them," the trio heard someone offer – and they looked across the front yard to see an older man, in an Air Force uniform, standing near the base of the driveway. He was accompanied by a similarly-uniformed blonde woman, a younger-looking man somehow reminiscent of Giles and a taller, heavily-built black man, who was wearing casual clothes and a navy watch cap, and who was pinging all of their Slayer senses.

"I'm Colonel Jack O'Neill," the older guy politely introduced himself, "and I'm here looking for a Miss Buffy Summers, a Miss Willow Rosenberg, and a Mr. Alexander Harris.

"And if I'm right," O'Neill went on, as he slowly and carefully approached the three of them as they stood on the porch, stopping about fifteen feet away, so that he could speak to them without having to shout, "then these two numbskulls here were sent to grab all three of you, so that the NID could try to use you as leverage to force me and the people in my command to do some things we aren't inclined to do, as things currently stand."

"And why exactly would they want to do something like that?" Buffy demanded suspiciously.

"Uh, that isn't something that I'm comfortable discussing out here on the street, where anyone could hear," O'Neill told them, glancing around as though to check the neighborhood.

"Tough luck," Buffy snapped, folding her arms across her chest as she glared at the newcomers. "Because there's no way I'm inviting you people into my house."

"Oh, damn," she then added, more quietly, as she saw her mother's Jeep pull around the corner and head toward the house.

"Buffy, what's going on here?" Joyce asked, a frown on her face as she pulled into the driveway and saw the two men lying unconscious on the porch – and a second group of people standing a short distance away.

"And who are these people?" she demanded as Buffy, Xander and Willow all moved to surround her as she climbed out of the car.

"It sorta has to do with one of those – situations – I have to deal with, sometimes, Mom," Buffy began explaining, before she was interrupted by hearing Joyce gasp, "Oh my god! Jack?!" as she looked in O'Neill's direction.

"I'm thinking we probably wanna call Giles now, Buff," the Slayer heard Willow suggest from her position behind her, as the blonde berated herself for even thinking that things were going to work out smoothly, "'cause I think we're gonna have to call him eventually, anyway."


"Why are you here, Ja – I mean, Colonel O'Neill?" Joyce demanded once she, the three teens, O'Neill and the woman officer who'd accompanied him had come inside the house. The younger man and the big black guy, whom O'Neil had introduced as "Dr. Jackson and Murray", respectively, had volunteered to stay outside and 'deal' with the two would-be kidnappers. For their part all three Scoobies were more than willing to allow them to do so, what with the way ‘Murray’ was giving all of them an uneasy feeling when they were around him.

"Because I needed to contact Buffy Summers, Willow Rosenberg, and Alexander Harris, and talk to them about a secret government program they’ve apparently been involved with, Mrs. Summers," O'Neill replied, being careful to only provide the minimum amount of information needed to answer the question, and bring *very* careful to maintain the formal tone Joyce had established with her question.

"*Why*?" Joyce's voice was noticeably harder and colder as she asked her one-word question, and everyone present could see the way O'Neill barely refrained from flinching at the tone of her voice.

"Well…because certain blood tests done by Initiative personnel recently identified all three of them as my children."

Needless to say, that last bit of information didn't go over very well with anyone present, at all.



Before anyone starts screaming, yes, I will be getting back to this, but I have no idea when at the moment.

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