Author's note: this story is part of my series "Scoobies & Stargates". It won't make a great deal of sense unless you've read the preceding stories.
I do not own Sanctuary, Stargate SG-1 or Buffy the Vampire Slayer. They are all owned by the people who do own them. None of which are me. So don't sue me for using them.
This takes place roughly in the middle of season 5 for Buffy and Stargate, and early season 2 for Sanctuary. There may well be spoilers.
Druitt had been in Switzerland when he'd gotten wind of a Cabal cell in Norway. After the Cabal had taken his daughter Ashley, brainwashed her, and nearly used her to bring the entire Sanctuary network down before she died, Druitt felt like a little vengeance was just the thing.
Normally, Druitt would've teleported straight to Norway. That was certainly what he had tried to do.
The only problem was, Druitt wasn't in Norway. He didn't know where it was, but given that it should be night time and much colder than it was wherever he was, Druitt could safely assume that something strange was going on.
Quite naturally, he suspected some ploy of the Cabal's. After all, he and Tesla had dedicated themselves to mopping up the remnants of that organization, so it was in their own best interests to take him out of play.
Druitt tried teleporting away again, only to be brought back to the same spot. But then, he hadn't expected anything else.
However, Druitt wasn't going to find anything standing here beneath this scaffolding tower. He needed to find out where he was, what was going on, and how he'd managed to end up here.
He knew that there was every chance that he was walking into a trap, but Druitt didn't really have much of a choice.
After twenty minutes of roaming through abandoned alley ways (and wondering if he'd somehow strayed into a ghost town) Druitt finally managed to find his way onto a bustling street. An American bustling street, judging by the accents.
Going on the principle that it wasn't a good idea to ask where he was, Druitt decided to wander around a little more, see if he couldn't find out where he was. Or at the very least trip whatever trap the Cabal was planning.
Eventually, after walking past several variations on "Sunnydale Cemetery" and wondering why a town could possibly need so many cemeteries, Druitt gathered that he was in Sunnydale. He was fairly certain that he recognized the name, but then he was a teleporter that was over a century old. He'd been pretty much everywhere.
Then he saw her, attending a funeral.
Except that it wasn't. The face was the same, the figure was the same, but it wasn't her. She was blonde, for one thing, and she had a military bearing, even though she was out of uniform.
She could've been in disguise, or course. Although why she would be attending a funeral in Sunnydale in the first place was beyond him. Ashley had already been buried.
Druitt remembered that Helen had been naturally blonde, before an incident with an abnormal had made her hair permanently dark.
Whoever this was, she could've passed for Magnus' twin. Her identical twin.
Druitt didn't know what was going on, but he was certain that this wasn't just a plot aimed at him, not any longer. He needed to tell Magnus what was going on.
Instinctively, Druitt tried to teleport away, teleport over to Old City and warn Magnus.
This time, it worked, although it seemed to take far longer than the ordinarily instantaneous travel, and left Druitt panting for breath outside the Sanctuary, searing pain tearing through his gut
And apparently his arrival had been spotted, because not five minutes later Magnus opened the gate.
"Ah, John." she sighed. "What have you been up to now? Come inside, I'll patch you up."
"No!" Druitt exclaimed, before bursting out into a coughing fit. "No. I need to warn you about something."
Magnus instantly went on her guard. "What is it?" she asked warily.
"For some reason, I teleported to this town called Sunnydale. I didn't mean to. While I was there, I saw someone who looked like you. Just like you."
Magnus relaxed and even smiled a little bit. "John, you know what they say. Everyone has a doppelgänger."
"Helen, I know you better than anyone. I know every detail of you. And I'm telling you, she didn't look similar to you. She looked exactly like you. She could've been your twin. So, unless you're hiding a twin sister, I think you've been cloned."
"Sunnydale." Magnus said thoughtfully. "I'm sure I know that name. Anyway, come in, John, well figure this out."
"Oh, hey there Jack." Henry said nervously.
"It's John actually." Druitt corrected absently. He was beginning to feel a little better now.
"Oh yeah, because they only called you Jack because they didn't actually know what you were called..." Henry said, voice becoming steadily quiet as Druitt glared at him. Henry couldn't help but be a little scared of Druitt - after all, what's scarier than Jack the Ripper? Oh, that's right, a teleporting Jack the Ripper. Even if he was supposedly reformed.
"So, what brings you here?" Will said quietly.
Druitt told them what he'd already told Magnus.
"Ah, Doc?" Henry said. "We can't go to Sunnydale. It's the Hellmouth town."
"That's right! I knew I'd heard of Sunnydale from somewhere." Magnus exclaimed, snapping her fingers.
"I'm guessing that Hellmouth is the name of some kind of abnormal, right?" Will surmised. "Because there's not really a mouth to Hell, is there?"
Everyone was silent.
"Oh come on! I can accept abnormals and all that, but a Hellmouth? Really? Next you'll be telling me that there's such a thing as magic and demons."
Everyone stayed silent.
"Seriously?" Will said, stunned.
"Yup." Magnus said, eyes twinkling.
"Why didn't you tell me?" Will said plaintively.
"Why should she have?" Druitt countered.
Magnus waved a hand at him, gesturing for him to be quiet. "It’s not our province, Will. All of that is dealt by a different organization. The Watchers' Council."
Will nodded slowly. "Okay. So they deal with magic and demons and you deal with abnormals?"
"Pretty much." Henry agreed.
"How do you know about this?" Will asked.
"A few years ago, I noticed that there was a whole lot of weird stuff going on in Sunnydale, like the ridiculously high mortality rate and reports of strange creatures wandering around. The Doc told me to drop it, but I kept pestering her because it seemed right up our alley. Eventually she broke down and told me." Henry explained.
"Okay. Okay." Will said, struggling to wrap his head around all of this. Abnormals were one thing, but magic was quite another. While he tried he tried, he said "Wouldn't it be easier to blend your organizations?"
Druitt shook his head. "No. The Watchers have been around far, far longer than the Sanctuaries have. They know exactly what they're doing, and they don't want to share. While Helen was still floundering around trying to help Abnormals, they were stopping demons ending the world. They wouldn't let the Sanctuaries mess with that."
"Thanks for that, John." Magnus said acidly.
"Sorry." Druitt said unapologetically. "I had them chasing me for about a decade, I had to listen to their spiel dozens of times."
"How did you make them stop?" Henry said curiously.
"Do you really want to know?"
"No, I guess not."
"But Magnus..." Will said thoughtfully. "I know you. You wouldn't let anyone going to tell you what to do. I'm surprised you didn't try dealing with all that stuff yourself."
"You going to tell him, Helen?" Druitt murmured, lips quirked in a half smile.
"Tell me what?" Will demanded.
"I did try. Once. It didn't end well." Magnus said reluctantly.
"How bad?" Will asked, although he wasn't entirely sure that he wanted to know.
"Really bad." Magnus said, with a tone that said she wouldn't talk more.
Druitt, however, would. "Chernobyl bad. She lost more than a dozen operatives there."
"Seriously? You caused Chernobyl? So that boy, the first Abnormal I met back when I was still working forensics with the police, that was..."
"My fault. Yes." Magnus said blandly.
"Precisely. So you can see why I'm not exactly keen on rushing over there."
"Come on, Helen." Druitt said. "You know it wasn't your fault. Besides, she looks just like you. Whatever's going on, you're involved whether you like it or not."
"John, I'm not going. I learnt my lesson last time." Magnus said quietly.
"Come on, Helen! I'm going back there anyway. Come with me. We can solve this together. It'll be like old times."
"Because my daughter just died!" Helen snapped. "I'm not about to go running off with you now, John. Especially not there."
Druitt didn't answer. He just grabbed Magnus by the arm and teleported away in a flash of red energy.
"Please tell me that you didn't have the EM shield up?" Will said urgently.
Henry looked sick. "Uh, since Ashley, it's always been up."
"It can't be..." Will whispered.
There was an electromagnetic shield around the Sanctuary. Anyone who tried to teleport in or out would be disintegrated.