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Summary: Buffy's dive off the tower into Glory's portal has her falling through the Chaapa'ai and leading the people she finds to freedom. What happens when she meets SG1 and has the possibility of returning to the home she left behind.*Nominated for a 2007 CoA*

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Stargate > Buffy-Centered > Pairing: Jack O'NeillkimbclarFR183036,65527297249,8011 Jan 063 Sep 07No

Revealing the Past

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A/N: Thanks for all the reviews they are much appreciated.

CHAPTER FIVE – Revealing the Past

Cerridwyn turned sad eyes on her daughter-in-law. She was one of the few people in the village who knew Buffy’s history. She also realized that the four people currently in her home could very well take away the young woman she had come to regard as a daughter.

Buffy shared a look with her mother-in-law and then turned to the four strangers sitting across from her and waited for the next question.

Daniel didn’t disappoint her. “Excuse me – did you say a hell mouth?”

“I did.”

Teal’c arched an eyebrow at her and only commented, “Indeed.”

Sam and Jack weren’t sure what to say to the petite blonde’s statement so they just stared at her.

“I guess it might be best if I start from the beginning. But, first let me ask you – do you believe in magic, the supernatural?”

Buffy wasn’t surprised when Sam, Jack, Daniel and Teal’c all expressed varying degrees of disbelief. In fact she’d found Jack’s snort to be the most amusing of the responses.

“Well that make’s this explanation a little harder,” Buffy said running her hand through her hair. Almost under her breath she commented, “I wish Giles were here – he’s so much better at explaining all of this.”

Daniel looked at Buffy, “You have to admit – magic and the supernatural – a little unbelievable.”

“Any more believable than aliens and gateways to other planets,” she asked him and then continued.

“Your right it is unbelievable. I didn’t believe – then not long after I turned 15 I was forced to. But that’s not really the beginning of the story – it’s my beginning – but not the beginning. Okay, here goes…Contrary to mythology Earth didn’t start as a paradise. It was overrun with demons. There came a time when the demons were driven from our dimension. The last true demon mixed his blood with that of a human and created the first vampire. A group of men saw the need to combat the evil. They took a young girl and forced the essence of a demon into her giving her the ability to combat the forces of darkness. Enhanced speed, the strength of 10 men and accelerated healing among other things.”

“For crying out loud you expect us to believe that!” Jack exclaimed.

Buffy smiled at him. “That’s exactly how I felt when I first heard about Vampires. Before I killed my first Vampire. When my first watcher approached me and told me my destiny… In every generation there is a Chosen One. She alone will stand against the vampires, the demons and the forces of darkness. She is the Slayer. When I was 15 I became the Chosen One – the Slayer.”

Sam listened to Buffy’s explanation intently and while she herself still had doubts about the existence of the supernatural she knew this woman was telling the truth. The story was to strange to be made up. Sam laughed to herself thinking, ‘This has got to be killing the Colonel. He’s worse than any scientist – can’t stand for anything to be illogical or out of place.’ Her team would be surprised at her willingness to believe the young woman’s story but like any good scientist she knew that just because something could not be seen did not mean it did not exist.

Buffy continued speaking not realizing she’d already won over at least one member of SG-1. “For the next six years I spent almost every night fighting the forces of darkness. Vampires, demons, even a chaos mage. During my sophomore year in college we, my friends and I, began to be attacked by a woman calling herself Glorificus. She wasn’t like any demon we’d ever faced. Every time I went up against her she kicked my ass. Turns out she wasn’t a demon – she was a god. A god who wanted something called the Key.”

At this Jack perked up, “Maybe she was a Goa’uld? That’s what they do – pass themselves off as gods.”

Buffy shook her head. She knew Jack would be the hardest to convince. The supernatural just didn’t fit into his world. “I’m sorry to disappoint you Jack but Glory was a god. Her brothers had kicked her out of her very own hell dimension. The Key she wanted was the only way she could get back. We fought her and tried desperately to find any information on her. But all knowledge of her predated the written word. It was only when I rescued a monk who Glory had kidnapped and tortured for information on the Key’s location that we finally got a break.”

At this point Buffy took a deep breath and tried to decide if she should tell them that Dawn was the key. She didn’t know what was going on back home so she thought it would be best if she left Dawn out of her story.

“The monk’s were the guardian’s of the Key. When Glory got too close to them they decided to infuse the mystical energy of the key into a powerful warrior. That warrior was me. We later found out that in order for Glory to return to her home dimension she would need to perform a ritual using my blood. We fought her and a group of crazy knight’s who had sworn to destroy the key before Glory could use it. Glory captured me and my friends came to rescue me. We’d discovered Glory’s weakness and had beaten her back. Unfortunately, a demon loyal to Glory was able to attack me on top of the tower she’d built. He cut me and as my blood began to flow it tore the fabric between dimensions.”

At this point Buffy’s voice faltered. In her mind she saw Dawn’s distraught face and the blood running from the shallow cuts the demon had made on her body. She remembered the fear in her eyes as the fabric between realities was torn open and demons began to emerge.

Buffy looked at the faces across from her and took a deep breath to continue her story. “Not long before the final battle with Glory I had gone on a vision quest. During the vision the First Slayer visited me. She told me death was my gift. Until that moment atop the tower I hadn’t been sure what she’d meant. But suddenly it became so clear – my blood had opened the portals – only when my blood stopped flowing would the portals close. I had to jump. It was the hardest thing I’ve ever done but I knew if I didn’t our world would be overrun. Destroyed. I turned and ran toward the edge of the tower and dived into the portal. It felt like I was being torn apart and then suddenly the pain stopped and I was flying through the air and landing at the feet of an extremely large and confused Jaffa.”

Jack still wasn't ready to believe the story Buffy had told them. “You’re saying that vampires exist.”

“Yep.”

“And that millions of years ago a bunch of men made a little girl into a super warrior.”

“Yep.”

“And you are that warrior.”

“Yep.”

“And you expect me to believe that. If this was true – well there’s no way people wouldn’t know,” he sputtered.

“Jack. Jack. Denial is a beautiful thing. The town I lived in was full of excuses for the supernatural – the demons among them. Gangs on PCP were used to describe the deformed faces of vampires. Death by barbeque fork to describe victims of vampire bites. A blocked sewer to describe the swarm of demonic snakes in the school cafeteria. And my personal favorite a gas main explosion to explain why the high school blew up after I used homemade explosives to destroy it and kill the mayor who’d morphed into a 60ft demon snake. People would rather believe anything than that vampires and demons walk our world.”

Teal’c raised his eyebrow. “That is logical O’Neill. We have seen the same thing when the Goa’uld attacked Earth. It was explained away as a meteor shower.”

Daniel was astounded and brimming with questions. He thought back over all the ancient legends he’d read as part of his studies wondering which of the stories were real. But before he could decide which question to ask first Teal’c spoke again.

“The people here also call you Chosen One do they know of your story.”

“Only a few people here know anything about where I came from. It wasn’t important. When I first got here everything was about kicking Ba’al off this planet. When I’m near a Jaffa or a Goa’uld I feel their demon. Just like I could sense demons back on Earth. I couldn’t let these people continue to be enslaved.”

Sam looked at Buffy, “You thought the Goa’uld and Jaffa symbiotes were demons.”

“Well, yes. Part of the slayer package is being able to sense a demon. I could feel it. In the Jaffa it wasn’t as strong but in the Goa’uld it was powerful. What are you saying they aren’t demons.”

Samantha continued her explanation to Buffy. “Yes – I mean no, they aren’t demons. But I guess I could see where you would think it’s similar to a demonic possession. The Goa’uld are parasitic creatures that take over the human host.”

Buffy’s eyes took on a thoughtful gleam. “Hmm, sounds a lot like a vampire to me. Oh well it doesn’t really matter. They were evil. They set my spidey sense off so I found a way to slay them. End of story.”

Jack laughed, “You’re my kinda girl – say you never told us your full name.”

Buffy smiled at him. “No, I didn’t but since you asked so nicely it’s Buffy Anne Summers.”

“Well, Summers. So you fell through the Stargate. Kicked Goa’uld ass. Then got made the Chosen One and a village leader. Plus a family. Seems like things didn’t end up too bad for you all things considering.”

Buffy smiled at Jack’s attempt to sum up everything that had happened to her. “I should have used that explanation. Sure would have taken a lot less time.”

Sam was curious about Buffy’s life on Ravenna. “Buffy we met your daughter and mother-in-law. But where’s your husband?”

At this question both Buffy and Cerridwyn exchanged a sad look. “My husband, Gareth, died two years ago. Two children were trapped in the mine. He and several other men from the village went to rescue them. They were able to get the children out. But as Gareth went to climb off the ledge the children had been on it collapsed. Gareth fell.”

By the time Buffy finished speaking tears streamed down her cheeks. “Excuse me…” she stuttered out and got up from the table and left the room.

Cerridwyn looked at her guests. “I’m sorry it is still very painful for either of us. Bronwyn was only eight months old at the time. Buffy thinks that maybe if she’d been there that day, instead of home, that Gareth would not have died.”

Sam looked sad that her question had caused both women so much pain. “I’m so sorry for your loss and I’m sorry for having brought up such a painful memory.”

Cerridwyn laid her hand on the blonde woman’s shoulder. “My dear there is no way you could have known. Now if you’ll excuse me I think it’s time I cleaned up the supper dishes. I’m sure you are all tired I suggest you retire. We rise early here.”
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