Title: Blue-skinned Vampires from Outer Space
Disclaimer: I do not own the characters in this story, nor do I own any rights to the television shows "Buffy the Vampire Slayer" or "Stargate Atlantis". Bummer.
There was a long, awkward silence in the conference room. Around the triangular table seven persons sat and stared.
Six of them waited, more or less patiently.
The other one waited for the situation to make sense, although he would also be perfectly fine with just waking up in his warm bed and realizing that it had all been just a dream. A crazy nightmare.
The least patient of those six started to notions to speak and one of the women of the six stopped him by laying a hand on his right forearm.
The other one lifted his own right arm up to his face, pinched the bridge of his nose and sighed. He looked up then and started to finally speak. “So, basically you’re-”
Dr. Elizabeth Weir interrupted him. “Mr Harris, I know this sounds crazy and probably you think that we have told you-” and was interrupted herself by the one man out of the group of six that she still had her hand laying on his arm. A Doctor himself, Dr. Rodney McKay.
“Now, Elizabeth, do not tell him we’re crazy just right from the beginning, alright? At least Mr. Harris here seems to be a fairly intelligent man who-”
It was then that Mr. Harris started his second try to have the word.
“Would you all, please
, just shut up and stay silent for now? Cool? Great.” He leant back in his seat and let his gaze settle on the different faces of the people across him.
Lt. Col. Sheppard, John, military leader, no doubt. Dr. Beckett, first name unknown so far. Dr. Weir, Elizabeth, leader and a politician. Dr. Heightmeyer, Kate. Major Lorne, first name also unknown yet. Dr McKay, Rodney.
“Now, as I tried to say before, you’re basically telling me that I am a) no longer on Earth, which is – wow - , b) that I am probably not in my dimension anymore and that this dimension’s Xander is dead since I’m not dead yet! And c) that I am in Atlantis. Atlantis, as in the mighty, mystical, wowzaa, sunken
At that point the one called Sheppard smirked and answered his kind of rhetorical questions with a distinctive “Yes!” and smirked some more and Xander was overwhelmingly grateful for this affirmation that moment. He went on,
“And, you know what? Right now you couldn’t possibly believe how okay I am with all this. Really. I have had weirder shit happen to me. But!” and Xander Harris leant forward and took a calming breath, “But! Blue-skinned vampires from outer space? What the hell?”
His gaze jumped frantically from one face to the next – desperately trying to find one – just one! – of them looking amused.
“Please let this be a prank! Wait, do you know somebody called Ethan by chance? Ethan Rayne?” Some of the people in front of him shook their heads, others looked confused.
Xander, having not really realized that he had sprung up out of his seat, slumped now back into it.
“…Blue-skinned vampires from outer space. …It figures.” He stripped the eye-patch from his face and flung it onto the table in front of him. Then he put both his hands over his face and groaned.
“Yo, karma? Go. Fuck. Yourself!”
John leant over to Rodney and whispered, “Hey McKay, he’s just like you!”
But Rodney’s attention wasn’t with him but instead fully on the strange, one-eyed man.
John looked back and forth between them and slowly a wide, teeth exposing, mischievous grin appeared on his face.