The Three Warriors
AN: THIS STORY IS IN ANSWER TO A CHALLENGE BY THE SAME NAME THAT I ISSUED ON MYSELF ON TTHFANFIC.NET. FOR THOSE WHO ARE INTERESTED, I WILL GIVE THE DETAILS OF THE CHALLENGE BELOW, IF NOT INTERESTED, SKIP TO THE NORMAL LEGAL MUMBO-JUMBO AFTERWARDS.
The Three Warriors Challenge (btvs/sg-1/hl)
Jack, Buffy and Methos were all Goa'uld hosts during Ra's occupation of Earth
Buffy is still the Slayer
As they were all immortal, they could survive the removal of their symbiotes
Buffy and Jack are both at least as old as Methos, although one of them could have been taken as a host at the beginning of Ra's occupation
Buffy being famed as a particularly evil/ brutal/ psychotic Goa'uld
Buffy and Methos find out about the Stargate being operational again and go to Cheyenne Mountain…
At least four 4000 word chapters
Set in Season 3 Buffy and any time before season 8 sg-1
Carter complaining about not knowing where the immortals hide their swords
Giles and Daniel polishing their glasses at the same time
Buffy and Jack swearing in an ancient/alien dialect
Buffy's immortality being revealed when she dies in front of the other Scoobies
One of Jack's past lives being somebody famous
Joe and Giles talking about being Watchers
Jack and Buffy having a past relationship, your decision as to whether it is still going on
Angel being the only Scooby to know about Buffy's immortality
Include at least three of the following:
Teal's and Buffy sparring
Buffy having slept with Ra
Willow hacking into the SGC
Anise passing out when she sees Buffy
General Hammond banging his head against his desk
Methos and Buffy yelling at Jack for letting the Stargate become operational
Daniel having an allergy attack the first time Jack tries to tell Sg-1 that he's immortal
Janet trying to get Buffy to undergo basic tests and Buffy running around the base in a hospital gown trying to get away
Somebody swearing in five different languages
Giles saying 'Oh, dear' in every chapter
References to Harry Potter, Star Wars and Lord of the Rings
Xander asking for Thor's autograph
Buffy reading a book in Sumerian
RATING: PG-13 MAY GO UP LATER ON
Buffy DOESN’T BELONG TO ME
STARGATE DOESN'T BELONG TO ME
HIGHLANDER DOESN'T BELONG TO ME
The Three Warriors
'I don’t want to achieve immortality through my work… I want to achieve it through not dying.' Woody Allen
A blond, a brunette and a redhead are sitting in the middle of the graveyard. The uninitiated may think that this line is the start of a bad joke that will end up with a tasteless reference to sexual activities, however, those with foreknowledge are perfectly aware that this is just another night in Sunnydale. The uninformed may also be disturbed by the stakes, crossbows, bottles of holy water etc. that these seemingly young teenage girls had lying at their feet.
However, in Sunnydale, a town that actually has 'being stabbed in the neck by a barbecue fork' as a major cause of death, this is not that unusual. Even the inhabitants of Sunnydale who are not aware of the unusual nature of their town, know that Sunnydale isn't the usual town. This of course is rather obvious, for it is not often that a small town in Southern California has an obituary page instead of a column.
However, even for Sunnydale, the three girls sitting in the Sunnyrest cemetery at 11:45 on a school night are not anything resembling normal. Going back to the bad joke begun at the beginning, two slayers and a witch are sitting in a cemetery. This statement should of course be impossible, as there should only ever be one slayer at a time, for another slayer is only called when another one dies. Of course, the two slayers in question have never exactly been fond of playing by the rules.
The witch was perhaps the most entertaining character of the group, in denim dungarees and a green top; the slender redhead showed no hint of her true power. The only thing more surreal than the appearance and facts of this group, is their conversation.
Willow was not only wearing the aforementioned dungarees and long-sleeved top; she was also wearing a light coat and sneakers. Her knees were tucked up to her chin as she rested her back against a headstone. The two slayers with her, Faith and Buffy, were both dressed to kill, literally, in black leather from head to toe.
Willow sometimes wished that she had the guts to dress as her two friends did, well she didn't yet know Faith well enough to class her as a friend, but she had decided that she wanted to be able to call this new slayer a friend. However, Willow knew perfectly well that if she dressed all in leather as the two slayers did, she would spontaneously implode from sheer embarrassment.
Faith was perched on top of a headstone near to the one that Willow was leaning against, casually estimating the balance of a deadly looking dagger by balancing it on the tip of her finger. Buffy lay sprawled on the grass, boredly sharpening the point of a stake into nothingness. Willow was absentmindedly floating a pencil in the air, trying to decide whether she would be able to project it into a vampire's heart with enough force to dust it. With this question on her mind, she spoke,
"Hey, do you reckon I could dust a vampire with a pencil?"
Buffy thought it over for a minute before glancing at her sister-slayer,
"I think it's definitely possible, what about you, Fay?"
The younger slayer thought about it as well,
"It's definitely possible, Red, as long as there was enough thrust behind the pencil to penetrate the heart, not get stuck in the flesh."
Willow made a face at that image,
"Way to go with the unnecessary imagery, F. A yes or no would have done just fine."
Faith smirked at the Wicca,
"Well, you know me, Red, sometimes I just can't help myself."
"That much, I knew."
Buffy rolled over slightly and looked at her two friends,
"Hey, Wills, how's the witchynees going for you at the moment?"
Willow was just about to answer when she saw something that made her gasp. Faith looked up from her dagger in the hope that something interesting might be happening. When the other slayer saw what had made the redhead gasp, she raised an eyebrow and spoke,
"Hey, B, where'd you get the killer scar?"
Buffy looked up at the two stunned girls,
It was Willow who spoke now,
"The long one on the back of your neck."
Buffy scowled and raised her hand to touch the offensive mark,
The other two nodded and Buffy frowned,
"Trust me, you wouldn’t believe me if I told you."
Faith scowled at her sister slayer, sensing that there was a long story involved,
"Well, there's not much happening, B, so make with the story telling."
"It was something that happened after I was called."
"You mean with Merrick?"
"Yeah, with Merrick."
"Hey, B, who's Merrick?"
Buffy sighed and turned to her sister slayer,
"Merrick was my watcher when I was L.A. before I came to Sunnyhell. He was killed by a master vamp named Lothos."
"You never told me that you had a watcher before Giles."
"It never really came up, I try not to think about Merrick and Lothos too much, that was not a good time for me."
"Still, you could have told me. Anyway, where'd you get the scar?"
"You're not going to drop this, are you?"
Faith smirked and shook her head,
"It's not like there's anything happening tonight. I'm only here 'cause the G-man will freak if he hears we didn't patrol."
Buffy raised an eyebrow,
"The 'G-man'? You've been hanging round with Xander too much, Fay. Boy, Giles is going to be pissed when he finds out you've picked that up. Well, as long as you don't start with the calling Angel 'Dead-boy' I'm cool."
Willow smiled at her friend,
"How's things going with you and Angel, anyway?"
"I don't really want to talk about it."
"Well, then tell us how you got that scar."
"Okay, I'll tell you what's going on with me and Angel."
"You really don't want to talk about that scar, do you?"
"I really don't, it's not something I'm exactly proud of."
Letting the other two think about that comment, she began to talk about the current state of play between her and Angel,
"Well, me and Angel's not of the great. He's mostly over the whole 'wanting to kill himself' deal that the First Evil had him on at Christmas, but he's still not great. He's still having nightmares about the summer as well as the usual. He's now on this whole thing where he's avoiding me for my own good and it's driving me mad."
Willow sighed, feeling very sorry for her friend and the ensouled vampire she loved.
"I wish that there was something I could do for you two."
Buffy smiled sadly at her friend,
"You brought him back, Willow, that's more than enough."
Faith looked at the two in confusion,
"I thought we didn't know how A came back?"
Buffy shook her head,
"We don't know what brought Angel back from hell, although the first tried to claim the credit. No, Willow, brought Angel back to me by giving him his soul back."
Faith nodded, not quite understanding fully, but having a better idea of the picture than before. Then Willow gasped,
"Oooh, I know."
Buffy and Faith turned to the witch,
"What do you know, Wills?"
Willow practically bounced with excitement,
"I know how I can help you and Angel deal. I'll find a way to change the curse so there's no clause, then you two can sort things out."
Buffy smiled sadly,
"That'd be wonderful, Wills. But somehow I think that Angel's problems won't be solved by us making love again."
Willow frowned again, downcast,
"I guess you're right. I just wish I could do something."
Buffy smiled at her friend's disappointment,
"Maybe when me and Angel have sorted things out, I'll ask you to help us with the curse. You're the only one I'd trust to do it."
Willow's face practically glowed with pleasure and Buffy smiled.
"So, enough about the Buffy and Angel soap opera. What's going on in the worlds of Willow and Faith?"
"Nothing big here, B. Town's been quiet recently."
"I've kinda cut back on the magic thing recently. I'm working on improving my computer skills at the moment."
Buffy quirked an eyebrow,
"Really. Been doing anything interesting? And when I see interesting I mean illegal."
Willow giggled slightly,
"I've been seeing how long I can hack into the Pentagon for without being noticed."
Buffy stared at her friend,
"Wills, you're one of my best friends, but that's one weird hobby you've got there."
"I gotta say, Red, I have to agree with B, that's one cool hobby."
Willow raised an eyebrow,
"I hate to be boring person, but since when did weird equal cool?"
"Red, B and I are slayers, for us, weird is cool."
Willow giggled slightly at that, and Buffy sighed in a mock put-upon fashion.
"That's not what I meant and you know it, Fay. But anyway, Wills, found any interesting government secrets out yet?"
Willow smiled slightly,
"Well, I haven't found anything majorly wiggy yet, but I'm trying to hack into this really hard to get into project thing in Colorado."
Buffy quirked an eyebrow,
"Colorado, huh? What's the what?"
Willow's eyes shone as she began to talk about her favourite hobby,
"Well, whoever designed the code is a genius with computers, I think I'm gonna have to use magic to get any further without getting caught. It's amazing."
Buffy held up a hand to stop Willow's babbling,
"Sounds very cool, Wills. But what's the project actually called?"
"Oooh, sorry, I just really want to find out who did the code, it's brilliant. But, the project itself, it's kinda weird. The mountain facility's supposed to be Deep Space Radar Telemetry, but that's just a cover, as far as I can tell. From what I've been able to find out, there's this facility under the mountain called Stargate command…"
Before Willow could say anymore about the mysterious, top secret project, Buffy was on her feet. Faster than even Faith's eyes could follow, Buffy raced to her friend, grabbed the witch by the shoulders and shook her fiercely,
"Surely you lie. Tell me what you know."
Willow looked at Buffy and flinched. The woman who stood before her was a stranger, with anger and hatred in her eyes. The Wicca had never seen such hatred and anger in anyone and it scared her to see it in her friend. Buffy's hands were like steel on her shoulders and she winced at the strength of the grip, for the first time understanding the fear that demons felt when they encountered the slayer.
Faith saw the fear in the young Wicca's eyes and laid a hand on her sister slayer's arm. Buffy's eyes whirled around to the younger slayer and fixed on hers. Faith tried not to shiver when she saw the cold fury in the hazel eyes that were normally so very friendly, or so very sad. These were not the eyes of the girl that Faith had come to call her friend, there was neither passion nor compassion in the hazel orbs, and it scared the other girl.
"Hey, B, what's the deal with this Stargate thingy?"
Buffy blinked, her expression closing down even further for a minute. Then she turned back to Willow; the only sign that Faith had even spoken being the slightly less psychotic look in her eyes.
"Tell me what you know about the Chappa'ai, what you know about the Stargate."
Willow frowned at Faith, then spoke,
"I haven't found out that much yet. I've only just managed to work out that it exists. They have loads of people working there, and loads of people die there without any real explanation. I haven't found out who works there yet, but I know who the two top guys are."
Buffy's expression was so cold that Willow shivered before she continued her explanation,
"The first in command is this guy called General Hammond, I've done a little research on him and he seems to have a good record, but the Second in Command is just weird."
Buffy stared at her so coldly that Willow frowned as she continued,
"The Second in Command is this Colonel who's record's so classified I can't access it, and believe me, I've tried."
"Who is he?"
"His name's Jack O'Neil, he's Special Ops and worked in Black Ops."
Buffy whirled away from Willow, releasing her shoulders so quickly that Willow gasped. Buffy's expression was so cold now that it made her earlier expressions look positively temperate in comparison. When she spoke, Buffy's voice was so cold that Willow shivered, for the first time, afraid of her friend,
"I'm going to kill him. How could he let them work out how to use it? He betrayed us both. I should have kept a closer eye on him, or got Adam to do it. Zut, what's Adam going to say? How dare Jack be so irresponsible?"
Faith and Willow stared at the older slayer as she stalked around the graveyard, mentioning names and places that they had no idea of. All three of them were so shocked that they did not see the demon with the sharp sword that had been creeping up on them until it was too late.
Buffy looked so surprised when the metal of the sword protruded through her stomach. The demon also seemed surprised, as if it had not been expecting to actually hurt the infamous slayer. Willow screamed, while Faith stood frozen, unable to move at the sight of the older slayer on the edge of death.
Willow screamed again, as Buffy reached one hand behind her back and gripped the handle of the sword that was still penetrating her guts. With a wet slurping noise, Buffy pulled the sword out of her own inside, not even flinching as the metal scraped against bone.
The demon responsible stood frozen behind the dying slayer, not able to comprehend what it had just done. Buffy turned to face the demon, its sword in her hand, the whole length of the blade slick with her dark blood. Willow turned green as her friend turned her back on the other two girls, revealing the wet wound in her back, with blood bubbling up from it.
The demon looked into the eyes of the slayer and screamed. He had, of course, heard the stories of the slayer who had died, killed the master, defeated Lothos, blown up the Judge, survived being attacked by the order of Taraka and been the lover of Angelus. He had envisioned the slayer as at least six feet tall and dark, but this pale haired warrior was something else entirely. Even before he had dared to approach the slayer, he had seen her, watched her with her friends, and known her to be a consummate warrior.
But he had never expected this. He had never expected to look into the eyes of the slayer and see the inhumane anger and fighting instinct that was bestial. Blood bubbled up at the corners of the Slayer's hardened mouth, but she moved as if she either did not notice, or did not care.
The pale lips twisted into a nearly insane smile, as the Slayer hefted the sword, still sticky with her own blood. Then the lips parted and the slayer spoke in a voice that chilled all that heard it,
"That really wasn't very nice. It was also very stupid. You dare to try and harm me? You will now know the wrath of Sekhmet."
And with that cryptic comment, the Slayer swung the sword with practised ease, a spray of her own blood splattering onto the ground even before the sword cleaved off the demon's head, causing a fount of dark blood to burst up from the severed neck, staining the grass around it black.
The tableau was frozen like that for what seemed like hours, although it was really only a matter of seconds. Then the blood-slick sword fell from Buffy's hand to the grass, and the slayer crumpled in on herself. The demon's body, which had remained standing, even after Buffy had decapitated it, disappeared in a wisp of smoke, the blood that had been spilt from it burning up the ground like acid.
Willow took one look at her friend's broken body and the pool of blood that stained the ground, turned to one side, and vomited. Faith heard the young witch whimpering and tried in vain to comfort her. Then the slayer turned to the corpse of the blond who had been her best and first real friend.
Ignoring Willow's whimpers of protest, the Bostonian slayer hoisted the corpse over one shoulder, dragged Willow's shaking form from where she was shivering in her own vomit, slung the protesting redhead over the other shoulder, and set off at a run for Sunnydale High library and the others of the self-appointed Scooby gang.
Rupert Giles had always considered it a very telling fact that more people visited the Sunnydale High library after dark than during the school hours.
As a watcher, he had always understood the necessity of keeping irregular hours in his work of guarding and training the current slayer, but the individuals who kept his vigil with him owed no duty to the slayers other than the duty of friendship, affection, and, in one case, love.
Xander Harris was in the library that night, not out of any extra skills that he possessed, or a sacred duty imparted to him, but out of the sheer desire to help his friends, and to fight against everything that was evil in the world.
Daniel Osbourne, or Oz, as he preferred to be known, was there for Willow, pure and simple. Despite the little clothes fluke between Willow and Xander, the werewolf would die a hundred times for the young witch whom had captured his heart. Willow followed Buffy, so Oz would stand by the slayer beyond death.
The absent witch followed the slayer because they were friends, because she wanted to use the powers she had to help her friends, because she wanted to do something and be something more than what she had always before aspired to be.
Cordelia Chase's reasons for helping the Slayer were a mystery even to her. She, unlike Oz, had not forgiven Xander for his clothes fluke with the red-haired witch, so she was not there for him. A cynic might say that she cared for no one but herself, so she was not there out of a desire to do help others. Truthfully, Cordelia's motives were a mystery, but, whatever they were, they kept her in the library, researching demons, or out in the cemeteries, fighting vampires, when she could be anywhere else.
But, out of all those who helped the Slayer, the dark-haired vampire that stood in the shadows of the library was the greatest mystery to the watcher. Nothing he had ever read of, or experienced could have prepared him for the dark, ensouled vampire that loved the slayer with all the passion and emotion that his unbeating heart was capable of.
Giles tried hard not to hate the vampire, simply out of respect for the love that Buffy had for this creature of the night. But it was not easy. It had been hard to work with the vampire when he had first come to Sunnydale, the mysterious stranger who helped the slayer and then disappeared. But then Buffy had found out the vampire's true identity, yet somehow she had still not killed him, as a slayer should, soul or no soul.
Even when the slayer had fallen as much in love with the vampire as he obviously loved her, Giles had still shivered at the thought of working alongside the re-animated corpse that had been cursed with a conscience. Giles had been becoming used to the vampire though, even beginning to enjoy his company and the intelligent conversation that they could share, a blessing when all the others the man worked with were Americans and teenagers.
But then the vampire had lost his soul, killed the woman Giles loved, as well as countless others, tormented Giles' charges, especially the slayer the demon's soul had loved, and tortured Giles himself. But perhaps the worst thing that the vampire had done was to have returned from hell, to have returned and have just as easily as before entrapped the love and loyalty of the slayer.
Giles was drawn out of his thoughts as the vampire sniffed slightly, breaking the silence of the library. Xander turned to Angel and scowled,
"Need a tissue, Dead-boy?"
Angel ignored the youth with practised ease and turned instead towards the doors to the library, as if waiting for something that none of the others knew about. Whatever it was that the vampire had heard or scented, however, soon became obvious to the others in the library.
Oz was the first to pick up on it after the vampire, his heightened sense catching the sounds and smells that were too far away for human senses to distinguish. The werewolf growled; a sound that was very unusual for the usually stoic teen.
Last to hear the noises that had attracted the attention of the vampire and werewolf were the three humans in the library. The heavy footfalls came closer and closer to the library, fast enough so that Giles knew that it was either Faith or Buffy. Giles groaned as the distinctive metallic smell of blood floated into the library and he went into his office, retrieved a cloth and placed it over the long table.
When he had finished covering the table, the doors to the library swung open and Faith ran in, Willow panting behind her. Cordelia gasped when she saw the corpse of the blond slayer slung over Faith's shoulder and Giles paled, whispering,
"Oh dear Lord."
He had failed in his duty to protect his slayer, to prepare her for anything. He numbly gestured for Faith to place Buffy's body on the covered table and almost vomited when he saw the gaping wound in her stomach. The Slayer's friends gathered around the table, and, although he knew it was hopeless, Giles pressed to fingers underneath Buffy's chin to check for a pulse.
There was none, Buffy was dead, and this time no amount of CPR could bring her back.
All of the teens in the room could not speak, could not make a sound as they saw the dead body of the girl who had fought to protect them for so long.
Only Angel made no move towards the body, and Giles turned towards the vampire in anger,
"Can't you see she's dead?"
The vampire frowned,
"I can see that."
Xander whirled away from Buffy's corpse,
"And you don't care?"
"I never said that."
The boy scowled furiously,
"You didn't need to."
Xander made to attack Angel in his grief, but Cordelia stopped him, and then ran across the room herself. She lifted one arm and swung it back, bringing her fist forward in a move that either Buffy or Faith had obviously taught her. Before her fist could collide with vampire's jaw, however, Angel lifted one hand and caught the fist.
The tableau was frozen like that for a long time, then Willow shrieked from where she stood by Buffy's body. As one, the others all turned towards her immediately, all except Angel gasping as bolts of blue electricity danced across Buffy's flesh, knitting the torn flesh together, without leaving a mark on the pale flesh.
Giles would like to have thought that living on the mouth of hell had prepared him for any occurrence, but nothing could have prepared him for what happened next.
Buffy sat up on the table and opened her eyes.
Everyone except Angel screamed. Loudly
Buffy took one look at her vampire lover and scowled,
"I died in front of them, didn't I?"
"Yes, you did."
Buffy swung off the table and Faith reached for a crossbow. Buffy shook her head,
"That won't work, Fay."
The slayer stared at the blond and said,
"What the hell are you, B?"
Ignoring the fury on the girl's face, Buffy turned to Willow and asked,
"You're certain it was the Stargate and Colonel Jack O'Neil, one l?"
Willow nodded silently, unable to speak, Buffy swore quietly. Giles stared at her,
"Buffy, did you just swear in Ancient Sumerian?
Giles shook his head,
"I'm not even going to ask."
Buffy turned away from Giles and stalked up to Angel,
"Have you told them anything?"
Angel shook his head,
Then Buffy turned back to the others and spoke coldly,
"If anyone's interested in finding out what the hell that was all about, pack enough for a long trip."
Faith stared at the other woman,
"I'm coming, but who's gonna watch Sunnyhell?"
Buffy thought about it for a moment,
"I'll get Joyce to watch out for anything. I've been training her since vampires killed all her family in '63, she'll cope."
And with that, Buffy headed for the door, Angel following her. Xander spoke just before the two left,
"Where the hell are we going, Buff?"
Buffy smirked as she turned back to them,
"Seacouver, we're going to pick up a young friend of mine, before going to Colorado to yell at another friend of mine for being an irresponsible ass. Anyone coming?"
SO THERE'S THE FIRST CHAPTER, MORE WILL BE REVEALED LATER. ANYONE INTERESTED IN DOING AN ANSWER TO THE CHALLENGE, GO AHEAD, BUT TELL ME ABOUT IT AND LET ME SEE.