All Xander’s Eve 6 – Possible Epilogue 4 Years On…
All Xander’s Eve 6 – Possible Epilogue 4 Years On…
Author: Tohonomike email@example.com
Disclaimer: All characters belong to their rightful owners...it will start off with the Joss/ME characters, though any other characters aren’t mine either and real-life folks are clearly not mine. NO money is involved. None are mine.
This is dedicated to those of you who watch the show.
September 2001 – Colorado Springs
General Hammond stared at the Gate Control Room console on which Colonel O’Neill had contacted him from what he thought was the set of ‘Wormhole Extreme.’
“Colonel O’Neill, please repeat that.”
“General, I said that Dr. Harris and his wife are expecting some form of trade for the ship.”
“How again did two civilians manage to subdue a team of alien deserters and take control of a ship?”
“Um, with zats, sir.”
“In the scuffle they got hold of the zats and the device used by the aliens to transport aboard their vessel.”
“And now we’re cloaked over Cheyenne Mountain awaiting your permission to, um, beam you aboard to ‘kick some tires’ and see how much it’s worth to us?”
All was quiet at the SGC, the general’s voice very soft, “They want to *sell* it to us?”
“Actually, Mrs. Harris went on about licensing and percentages and leasing and other number stuff, sir. But only after hearing Daniel swear in Sumerian. And then Danny figured out that he was THAT Harris, the one he’d been going on about this last year or so, you know, the Olympic Medalist from 2000?”
Walter handed his general a large glass of ice water and double the recommended dosage for the migraine he new the boss to be developing.
“How much do they know, Colonel?”
“We’ve told them nothing, sir. But Harris did recognize Daniel as THAT Daniel Jackson and put things together.”
“Harris said to look up some NID project called the Initiative, based out of Sunnydale, California about two years ago. Said the fact that it didn’t become public knowledge should make it easier to believe he’s able to keep secrets.”
Hammond winced; he’d indeed been sent files on the mission, somewhat redacted, but enough to know it wasn’t connected to the purpose of the SGC.
“Okay, Colonel. I’m willing to meet with Dr. Harris, bu—” the general was cut off as he was transported up to the ship, where with the communication channel open the Gate Control personnel could here an indignant continuation. “NOW LISTEN HERE! THAT IS UNACCEPTABLE! If you plan to beam me out, let me know next time.”
“Sorry!” a female voice responded, not at all apologetic, “Try decaf next time!”
“What? I hit the button by mistake. He didn’t need to yell at me!”
“General, I’m Alexander Harris, and this is my wife Cordelia Harris. Would you mind telling your folks down at your base you made it okay? I hope we can figure something out. This whole space thing is way cool, and since Cor and I just finished the last of my papers and novels… we’re hoping to maybe join up with whatever you guys are up to.”
Daniel went almost gushy.
“General, Dr. Harris, Xander, would be an important addition, and the way he took down Jack in two sec—”
“Daniel!” his friend chided, but the archaeologist went on, causing an eye-roll by the black ops veteran.
“—onds, so he’d be able to defend himself.”
“Dr. Jackson,” General Hammond stopped the man, “First I need to contact Stargate Command and let them know I’ll be a while, and to prepare teams to secure the vessel should we come to an agreement.”
October 2001 - Sunnydale
“So you’re really leaving?” Jenny asked her surrogate kinsman as he and Cordelia made sure the moving vehicles sent by the military were on their way. “It won’t be the same without the talks about magic, theories of demonic evolution and watching the Simpsons.”
“Well, I now, but this thing Cor and I signed up for will probably take up the next few years, and with the group able to cover things here and LA so well…we’re not needed. But thanks for the send off.” He looked around at the large Moving Party that was starting to break up, Cordelia playing the part of departing ‘military wife’ to the hilt. “It’ll be good for us. Now that I have my degrees and everything, I’ve kinda run out of ideas, and don’t want to be a Watcher.”
A British voice chided him as it came around the corner, “And what is wrong with being a Watcher?”
“If I’m not in control of getting those Watcher fossils into the 20th, let alone 21st, century, I think I’d go crazy after a week or two. And Cor and I really need to see the world a bit; and we’re doing this instead of our road trip we’ve been planning.”
“And you really believe this might further our project of the last few years, the youth thing?”
“It will,” the young Academician assured him, “I’ve already learned there is a way to do it, but I need to gain the respect and trust of those with the organization we’re joining. I believe within the couple of years, the rest of you might be asked to contract on at least a research basis, and we’d make treatment the primary price. That’s not to say you shouldn’t keep researching on the side. That Mohra potion keeps you 'old people’ from getting older, but demon blood still strikes me as a big yuck.”
“I agree. Well lad, I need to check up on Ethan at the store. He sent his best to you and Cordelia, though.”
Goodbyes were exchanged, even the now-human Liam shook Xander’s hand.
“Take care of ‘em, Liam, Rupert, Oz,” he told the men-folk that waited near the car as Cordelia separated herself from the girl crew.
Oz nodded, and that said it all.
Author's Note: Thanks for reading. I hope to revive this story someday, but didn't want to just leave it hanging indefinitely.