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Summary: SG-1 goes to a small California town to investigate reports of strange deaths and disappearances surrounding an exhibit of recently excavated Incan artifacts. Is there a Goa'uld influence at work here, or something even stranger?

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Hellgate: SG-1

TITLE: Hellgate: SG-1
AUTHOR: Dalton S. Spence
EMAIL ADDRESS: dalton.spence@hwcn.org
DISTRIBUTION STATEMENT: This story cannot be sold or used for profit in any way. Copies of this story may be made for private use only or posted in fanfic archives for general distribution, but must include all disclaimers and copyright notices.
SPOILER WARNING: Occurs after "Hathor" (STARGATE SG-1) and "Inca Mummy Girl" (Buffy the Vampire Slayer)
RATING: PG-13
CONTENT WARNING: This story depicts scenes of violence and/or their aftermath. If depictions of this nature disturb you, you may wish to read something other than this story.
CLASSIFICATION: C - Crossover: SG-1 with "Buffy the Vampire Slayer"
SUMMARY: SG-1 goes to a small California town to investigate reports of strange deaths and disappearances surrounding an exhibit of recently excavated Incan artifacts. Is there a Goa'uld influence at work here, or something even stranger?
DISCLAIMER: The Stargate, SG-1, the Goa'uld and all other characters who have appeared in the series "STARGATE SG-1" together with the names, titles and backstory are the sole copyright property of MGM-UA Worldwide Television, Gekko Film Corp, Glassner/Wright Double Secret Productions and Stargate SG-1 Productions Limited Partnership. Buffy, Giles and all other characters who have appeared in the series "Buffy the Vampire Slayer" together with the names, titles and backstory are the sole copyright property of Joss Whedon, Mutant Enemy, Inc., Kuzui Enterprises, Sandollar Television, 20th Century Fox Television and the Warner Brothers Television Network. No copyright infringement was intended by writing this fan fiction. All other characters, the story idea and the story itself are the sole property of the author.
AUTHOR'S NOTE: This story was started half way through BtVS season 2, before "Surprise" was aired and before the NID became such a nemisis of the SGC (hence my references to the D.I.A. [Defense Intelligence Agency]). I had already gotten blocked on my three previous crossovers, and was looking for a plot I might actually finish. (No luck so far, my estimated completion date is *still* my pen name read backwards. :) )


Hellgate: SG-1
by Dalton S. Spence


"A famous science fiction author once wrote that `technology, sufficiently advanced, is indistinguishable from magic.' The Goa'uld have known and used this fact for thousands of years to conquer and subjugate the worlds in their path. Even knowing that all their so-called `miracles' are firmly based in science doesn't lessen the awe one feels when confronting or using their technology. It is ironic that the above statement inadvertently implies the prior existence of a scientifically inexplicable `magic' for technology to be distinguished from ..."
- Excerpt from the private journals of Dr. Daniel Jackson, Ph.D.



*STARGATE COMMAND, Cheyenne Mtn.*
*Control Conference rm. level C3a*


"But sir," Colonel O'Niell protested after General Hammond had finished briefing the team about its next mission, "surely D.I.A. would be much better equipped to handle this situation than we could. Their agents are trained to work undercover among civilians to handle investigations quietly. SG-1 is a field recon unit ..."

"... that has already proven its ability to function in this area," Colonel Kennedy finished for him. The return of the intelligence officer from Langley had been greeted with protests from all (except for Teal'c, who had never fully understood his friend's outrage on his behalf), but the recent near takeover of the base by a Goa'uld queen had lent credence to his most dire predictions, and the Joint Chiefs had assigned him to do a complete audit of all internal and external security procedures. "Or have you already forgotten the `Unity crystal' incident? I was really impressed by the way you handled that potential security breach. It made the subsequent cover story much easier to implement. Besides, D.I.A. has already did the initial scouting report in your briefing folder, as per standing order SGC #139005. For them to go any further they would need to know things they are not cleared for."

That standing order directed all national intelligence agencies to investigate any anomalous events associated with ancient artifacts, and if no `rational' explanation was found they were to forward the reports to a certain DoD office for follow up. Daniel Jackson, who set up the original parameters of this order, was by now convinced these agencies had far too much time on their hands. "And what did they discover? That this `Sunnydale' place is a regular hotbed of wierdness, of which the disappearance and subsequent destruction of an Incan mummy is only the latest episode. The connection with our work is tenuous at best, based on a blurred photograph on some symbols on a ceremonial plate (which has mysteriously disappeared) that may vaguely resemble those found on the Stargate. Even during my most desperate periods I needed more evidence than this to push for a dig. Looks like a wild goose chase to me." Daniel took a quick look at Teal'c to see if he needed to explain the idiom, but from his expression it seemed the Jaffa had heard the expression before.

General Hammond shook his head. "Unfortunately, after the HATHOR incident, the Secretary doesn't want to take any chances. Reports of an unknown girl taking the place of a missing Peruvian exchange student then vanishing without a trace has him worried she might be another Goa'uld queen." Seeing the team's distress at this news, the General quickly added, "At the moment, there is no real evidence of this. That's why we need you there; to see if you can establish any connection between this Incan exhibit and the Goa'uld."

"I've taken the liberty of establishing cover stories for each of you," Col. Kennedy said with an evil smile. "Col. O'Niell, you will working as a bartender at a local club called the Bronze where the girl was last seen. Your dossier says you did a little of that in college."

"Does it tell you I got fired for poisoning a customer?" O'Niell quipped.

The intelligence officer flipped a page and frowned. "No, actually it says you were caught in the utility closet with the owner's daughter." He ignored the snickers and continued. "Capt. Carter will be an assistant phys-ed instructor at a high school which sponsored the exchange program that the girl claimed to be part of. She was staying at the house of one Joyce Summers, whose daughter Buffy goes to the school."

"Why phys-ed?" asked Samantha, puzzled. "Why not a science teacher?"

Col. Kennedy shrugged. "It was the only position open. Probably for the best; your time after class will be free, without papers to grade or lessons to plan. There's just one extracurricular activity you will have to work around; a self defense class for the students. Given your proven skill in hand-to-hand combat, this should not pose a problem."

He turned to the remainder of the SG-1 team. "Dr. Jackson and Teal'c will both be working at the museum where the exhibit is being held; Dr. Jackson as a temporary assistant curator to replace one who mysteriously disappeared, and Teal'c as a security guard. By the way Dr. Jackson, I got you the job under your own name, and believe me, it wasn't easy."

"WHAT?!?" yelled the outraged anthropologist. It irked him to be reminded that, although his theories had been vindicated by his work on the Stargate, the world at large still saw him as an eccentric flake, and would continue to do so for the forseeable future. "Why did you do that?"

"Because we need you to get in contact with am old friend of yours who is living in Sunnydale right now, and who may know something about what's going on."

"You wouldn't happen to mean Rupert Giles, would you?" Daniel asked with a sigh.

"Yes, actually," responded Col. Kennedy, startled. "How did you know?"

"We worked together at the British Museum for a time, when they were setting up a major Egyptology exhibit. We were both sort of the odd men out; me because of my theories on Ancient Egypt, him because of his profound interest in the supernatural. While we both derided the establishment's constant denial that the ancient legends were based on more than the primitive mind'a attempt to explain the unknown, we differed sharply on where the truth could be found. He claimed that some of the stories should in fact be literally interpreted, and I believed that, while they hid a much more fantastic truth than was commonly accepted, the stories were mainly symbolic in nature."

"Once, after a party we both left quite drunk, he answered my query about his future plans by saying he was destined to help someone he called the Slayer fight the forces of darkness. When I asked him who this `Slayer' was he clammed up, saying he must have been quoting a legend he heard somewhere. Anyway, Sunnydale as you described it is just the sort place he would find irresistible. It will be nice working with him again."

"Oh, he isn't at the museum. He's working as a librarian at the high school where our mystery girl showed up. Oh, that reminds me." Kennedy paused as he reached into his pocket and pulled out a ring box which he handed the Samantha Carter. "To give Dr. Jackson a believable reason to `accidentally' meet his old friend, Capt. Carter will be posing as his fiance."

O'Niell just couldn't resist. "Congratulations! I'm sure the two of you will be very happy."

* * * * *

*Sunnydale High School*
*The gym, 2 days later*


[THUD!] "Ooof!"

"Sorry, Ms. Carter. Are you all right?"

"Just give me a minute to catch my breath." Samantha looked up at the concerned face of the pretty blond girl standing over her, and couldn't find it in her heart to resent the fact that this was the third time her `assistant' had not only managed to resist her mock attack but immobilize her in the bargain. "And don't apologize," she added for the class' benefit, "when you are being attacked is no time to be polite." She allowed the girl to help her to her feet. "By the way, excellent countermove Buffy! You've had some training?"

"A little," Buffy admitted a little nervously, "A girl can't be too prepared these days, can she?" Apparently she was worried the her reputation as a trouble maker, which had been related to Samantha in loving detail by the school's principal (a nauseating little despot by the name of Snyder who for some strange reason reminded her of the leader of the Nox), was going to cause her problems.

"Certainly not," Samantha agreed firmly, trying to put her assistant at ease. "That's why we're here after all. Class, it's time to practice these moves we've been showing you. Take your partner and alternate being attacker and victim." When she had first asked Buffy Summers to help her out, it had only been partly because the mystery girl had stayed at her house. While at first glance she seemed to be the quintessential California girl, it didn't take long to see she was something of an outcast among her peers; a situation Samantha was all too familiar with from her own high school days. She still blessed the day she'd heard of ROTC and saw a way to a different kind of life.

At least she seems to have found a partial solution that didn't occur to ME back then, she thought as watched Buffy keep an eye on one particular pair of mock antagonists, making friends with the other social outcasts. If there had been someone like her around when I was Willow's age, it might not have taken me so long to find my own niche. While Buffy seemed to be outcast because of her classmates' physical fear of her, her friend Willow suffered that fate for far more familiar reasons: brains, shyness and a reputation for "goodness" that nobody wanted to mess with (just in case it rubbed off).

Of course, the last part of it had become somewhat tarnished by her association with Buffy, a fact that Principal Snyder had been more than eager to point out (along with his theory that "it's the quiet ones who always `go postal'"). Having once been a `quiet one' her- self she could see his point; without some kind of outlet, the pressures built up until you just had to do something completely `out of character'. What no one seems to understand, Samantha thought as she watched Willow turn her half-hearted struggle for release into a well executed take-down followed by an immobilizing hand grip and a foot on her "assailant's" chest, is that Buffy somehow provides that outlet, by allowing her to be something more than just `that nice Rosenberg girl'.
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