Fandoms: Stargate SG1/Buffy/Angel
Disclaimer: Dawn, Buffy, et al. belong to Joss Whedon and Mutant Enemy. Stargate belongs to Brad Wright, Robert Cooper, and a whole bunch of other people who aren’t me.
Author's Note: Takes place post-“Chosen,” and assumes that the events of “Fragile Balance” occur the fall after “Chosen” takes place.
The shrill ringing of the phone woke Janet Fraiser from a sound sleep. Since she’d joined the Stargate program, the petite doctor had had more than her share of sleepless nights, but this wasn’t supposed to be one of them. Dr. Warner was on call and the infirmary was fully staffed. No one should need her, and she’d really looked forward to kicking off her free weekend with a night of uninterrupted sleep.
She groaned, reaching for the phone. “Hello?”
Janet sat upright, her senses on alert at her caller’s panic. “Yes?”
“You have to help me,” insisted a vaguely familiar voice. “Please.”
“Who is this?” she asked.
There was a brief pause before he answered. “Jon O’Neill.”
Bleary-eyed and still half-asleep, Janet shook her head. *Jon* O’Neill? Who?
“I’m Jack O’Neill’s teenage clone,” he admitted in a hushed voice. “And I need your help.”
Quickly Janet’s mind went through all of the possibilities. They knew so little about the Asgard’s cloning technology. Was Thor’s fix only temporary, leaving the young clone’s DNA unstable once again? Or could something else be wrong? Whatever it was, it had to be serious. Though he appeared to be a normal sixteen-year-old, Jon O’Neill had the forty-plus years of life experience of Colonel Jack O’Neill -- and she had a hard time imagining him panicking in any situation.
“What’s wrong Jack…er… Jon? Are you sick?”
“No, it’s not me. It’s Dawn.”
Janet blinked. Dawn? She shook her head, trying to clear out the last remnants of sleep. Unless Jon has suddenly developed a severe allergy to sunlight, she doubted he was worried about the dawn. So, logically, Dawn must be a person. But what did this have to do with her, and why the hell was he calling her at… 3am?
“I’m sorry for waking you up so late, but I don’t have anyone else to turn to. Dawn’s dying. She needs your help.”
“Ja…Jon. Who is Dawn? Where is she? And why does she need my help?”
“Dawn’s a friend. She’s at Memorial Hospital, and she’s dying. No one can figure out exactly what’s wrong with her.”
“Jon,” she said reassuringly, thankful she managed to get his name right, if just this once. “I appreciate your faith in my medical opinions, but they have excellent doctors at Memorial. I’m sure she’s getting great care.”
“No, you don’t understand,” he protested. “The doctors don’t know everything about her…and I don’t trust them enough to say anything.”
Now Janet was even more confused. What kind of awful secret could a sixteen-year-old have… well, unless she was a clone, or an alien, or any one of the many freaky things she’s seen during her tenure at the SGC. Which this ‘Dawn’ couldn’t be…could she?
“She’s not completely human,” he whispered.
Janet sighed, giving up all hope of going back to sleep. “What do you mean, ‘not completely human?’ What is she, and how do you know?”
“I’m not exactly sure what she is. She gave me this crazy story about being made of magic, so I didn’t really believe her then. But now… what’s happening to her isn’t normal, and it isn’t human.”
“Alien?” Janet asked.
“I don’t know. If she is like no alien I’ve ever seen – and I’ve seen quite a few.”
Despite the seriousness of the situation, Janet chuckled. Leave it to Jack O’Neill’s clone to find the one girl in Colorado Springs that was as abnormal as he was.
“The doctors are starting to notice the weird stuff. Sooner or later, they’re going to be calling somebody – and you know as well as I do that we don’t want her to be noticed by the NID and their ‘friends.’”
As much as she sympathized, there was little Janet could do. “I can’t bring her into the SGC, Jon. No matter who or what she is, it’s still a high security facility and she would be a huge security risk.”
“Can’t you take her to the Air Force Hospital? Isolate her or something?” he pleaded. “Please, doc. I wouldn’t be asking you if it wasn’t a matter of life or death.”
Hearing the pleading in his voice, Janet felt her reserve weakening. So much for her weekend off, she sighed. But, on the bright side, she had a very interesting case to deal with. “Okay. I’ll arrange to transfer her.”
“Thank you!” he said gratefully. “Her name’s Dawn Summers, and she’s in the pediatric ward at Memorial,” he informed her, before unceremoniously hanging up the phone.
Janet groaned again, wishing she could pull the covers over her head and forget the phone call had ever happened. But she couldn’t – she had to save the life of a teenage clone’s not-quite-human girlfriend.