A BSG/SG-1 crossover fanfic
By P.H. Wise
Prologue: The Calling
Disclaimer: Stargate SG-1 belongs to Sci-Fi. I think. So does Battlestar Galactica. Buffy the Vampire Slayer is Joss Whedon’s baby. I am neither Sci-Fi nor Joss Whedon. No copyright infringement is intended; please don’t sue me. I’m not making any money off of this.
“All of this has happened before. All of it will happen again.” The words echoed in her dream, and she tossed and turned in her bunk. She was running; her heart was racing. She was surrounded by thick, temperate rainforest – redwoods everywhere, and ferns, and sorrel, and the smell of life mixed with recent rain thick in the air. The ground was wet, and her feet squelched in the mud and splashed in the puddles as she went.
Something was chasing her. Something terrible. Its rancid breath curled like smoke around her heels as she ran. She spared a glance back over her shoulder, and what she saw nearly froze the blood in her veins. She ran faster. A scream was building in her throat as she saw that the Thing behind her was still gaining.
It seized her by the throat and threw her hard against the trunk of a nearby redwood. Even as she scrambled around to put up some kind of defense and met the pitiless gaze of the Thing, she knew despair. For the most part it was a Cylon Centurion, but it was a patchwork thing, as if someone had tried to rebuild a damaged Centurion with decomposing human remains.
"They know who you are, Kara. You're special. Leoben told you that. You have a destiny."
She looked up, just daring to hope that she might be rescued. “Sharon?” she asked the empty air.
The Centurion-Beast’s very human, very rotting lips curled into a rictus smile.
And in that moment, another voice spoke: a young woman’s voice. It was barely more than a whisper, but it was spoken with such clarity that she couldn’t help but understand it perfectly. “Make your choice,” it said. “Are you ready to be strong?”
She made her choice.
Images swam at her in a blur. A dark-skinned man with a golden tattoo on his forehead led a charge of a dozen soldiers in unfamiliar uniforms against an advance of Centurions. The blonde humanoid Cylon was locked in hand-to-hand combat with a young woman, also blonde, who matched her blow for blow. A handsome man in an unfamiliar uniform with graying hair shook hands with Commander Adama. She saw her own Viper being pursued by a dozen Cylon raiders. The raiders opened fire. A pillar of light shot up around her ship, and it exploded, bursting apart in a hail of broken metal mixed with fire.
Kara Thrace awoke with a gasp. Her heart was pounding, and her sheets were soaked with sweat, but she was safe. Or as safe as it was possible to be when you’re one of some 47,875 survivors of the Cylon attack on the twelve colonies, seeking the lost colony of Earth with half the Cylon fleet on your tail. She sat up and reached for the canteen that she knew was close by her bunk. She had intended only to drink from it, but as her fingers closed around it, the canteen broke open like it was made of tin foil. Cold water to the lap brought her fully into wakefulness, and her eyes widened slightly as she stared at the broken canteen.
“Oh, frak me,” she said.
I'm rewriting this fic mostly because I was unsatisfied with certain aspects of the first version, and I hope to correct them this time around. Here goes nothing.
Originally, Buffy the Vampire Slayer was going to play a much greater part in this story, but in the revision I found that I was suffering from an unnecessary multiplication of Slayers, and that the addition of the BtVS cast left me with more primary characters than was manageable.
The timeline for Battlestar Galactica will become obvious very quickly. For SG-1, this takes place before 'Ethon.' For my purposes, assume a longer break between seasons 8 and 9 than was indicated in the series (a year or two rather than a few months).