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Summary: SG-1's Dr. Jackson has a daughter. She's short, blonde, and a vampire slayer. Too bad nobody told him.

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Chapter 23

Author's Note: Captain, she's driftin' ever further from canon... Still, much of what happens at the SGC is taken from transcripts of first episode of season 9.

SGC, Late Friday

“Are you sure you have the cipher right?” Daniel asked for the third time.

“Yes, why?” Vala replied.

“I can't believe that I'm giving up my weekend for this.”

“Get over it,” was all that a equally peeved Vala said.

From a safe corner in Daniel's lab, Mitchell and Teal'c observed the bickering pair.

“So, you don't have to get back to Dakara?” Mitchell asked.

“The council is in recess until tomorrow.”



“See, this is good. Being part of a team again, working together to unravel some cool ancient mystery,” Mitchell said as Teal'c raised an eyebrow. Mitchell decided to backtrack. “Right so… we're not working together…but any minute now I bet Dr. Jackson's gonna discover some key pieces of information's that sets us off on a great adventure.”

Daniel's next words were less than encouraging. “This can't be right.”

“What is it?” Vala encroached further into his personal space.

Daniel stared at the computer screen. “Uh…well this is a portion of the database the Atlantis expedition brought back with them a few weeks ago… specifically it's the log of the names of the Ancients who left the planet when it was under siege from the Wraith and returned to earth.”

“Thousands of years ago,” Teal'c intoned.


“And what does this have to do with my tablet?”

“Uh…see the tablet talks about a treasure but it doesn't make any specific reference to where it is.”

“Well it is supposed to be here,” Vala hopped up onto the desk and made herself comfortable. “At least that's what the person who I stole it from told me before I stole it from him.”

“Well I think it is here and I think I know where it is to.”

“Right time out,” Mitchell interjected. “If the tablet doesn't say…”

“It doesn't say specifically but it…it is signed, by a guy named Myrddin.” Daniel grinned while his companions stared at him.

Mitchell shook his head. “Never heard of him.”

“I think you have and the amazing part is his name also appears in the database.”

“The Ancient who carved this tablet is one of the ancients who returned to earth from Atlantis?” Teal'c asked.


“I have an Uncle Marvin. I'm pretty sure I don't have know any Myrddins.”

“That's because in English his name sounds a little different. Have you heard of…Merlin?”

“Merlin,” Mitchell said in disbelief. “As in King Arthur and the Knights of the Round Table Merlin?”


“Was an Ancient?”

“I think so.”

Mitchell turned to Teal'c. “See, now that's what I'm talking about.”

Air Force Academy Grounds, Saturday morning

“Simpson, you're starting to creep me out,” Cadet Eddings said as he watched his roommate pack a small overnight bag.

Jay looked up from his task. “Huh?”

“You're way too happy.”

“What's not to be happy about? Weekend pass remember?”

“Going to see Buffy?”

“What do you think?”

“So, going to take her somewhere nice?”

“Actually, she has a couple of steaks waiting at her place.”

“Steak?” Eddings practically drooled.


General Landry was not amused to find himself in the briefing room on a Saturday morning. While Dr. Jackson had many things to recommend him, the archaeologist was well known for excessively long-winded reports. According to Jack O'Neill, the SGC's previous CO, it was geek thing. Landry was beginning to believe it. He forced himself to concentrate on what the man was saying.

“...Arthur was then carried off in a barge by Merlin, saying he was headed for the veil of Avalon which according to legend was a magical place where the dead would meet. Now at the time some said Arthur never actually died but would in fact one day return. From what we know about the Ancients it is possible that Avalon helped Arthur a mortal ascend.”

“Are not the Ancients prevented from interfering with the existence of mortals?” Teal'c inquired.

“Ascended Ancients? Yes, for the most part. But it's possible Merlin was not actually ascended himself but was in fact just a human far along the evolutionary path.”

“What does this have to do with where this alleged treasure is buried?” Landry asked.

“Well there are a number of inflicting interpretations but certain threads point to the Knights of the Round Table. Gathering great treasures from the far corners of Arthur's domain and hiding them in a magical strong hold in Avalon.”

“Including the Holy Grail,” Mitchell contributed.

“According to some,” Daniel agreed.

“This grail…what's that worth?” Vala asked only to the recipient of Mitchell's pointed stare. “What?”

Daniel continued, ignoring Vala.“In 1191 the monks at Glastonbury Abbey claimed to have found the grave of King Arthur, on the stone burial was an inlay lead cross with the inscription 'Hic iacet sepvltvs inclytvs rex artvrivs in insvla avaloni'" here lies the famous king Arthur buried on the isle of Avalon. The claim was not taken seriously until 1278 when Henry II ordered the grave to be exhumed. Glastonbury, a small town about 125 miles west of London, has been a pilgrimage for believers since.”

“Yes, yes and the point is?” Landry stood up in frustration. Mitchell made to stand as well before Landry indicated that he could stay seated.

“Certain Celtic legends says that Glastonbury Tor, the hill overlooking the town is actually hollow and that contained within it is the underworld Avalon.”

“Has no one ever done any sort of geological survey?”

“There have been several scientific studies apparent...”

“Jackson,” the general said.

“We're talking about the Ancients here sir. It's very possible that the underground entrance was concealed by some technology.”

“Sir, we're hoping to use the Asgard sensors aboard the Prometheus to find something we haven't been able to see before.”

“Thank you,” Landry said in relief as Mitchell cut to the heart of the matter. “Well two years ago I wouldn't have believed we'd find an Ancient outpost under a mile of ice in Antarctica. I'll call the President. I'm sure he'll want to inform the British Prime Minister.”

Washington, DC

Jack O'Neill was not happy to be spending Saturday at the Pentagon. Hank Landry had no idea that his request was going to cause trouble, trouble that Jack was going to have to sort out. The British were not being cooperative but unfortunately, some of the Joint Chiefs were inclined to ignore their ally's wishes on the hope that there was some sort of Ancient weapon hiding near Glastonbury.

He pressed the intercom button. “Barbara, I need you to get a hold of Col. Davis.”

Rio de Janeiro

Kennedy sulked as Willow got dressed.

“I don't see why the coven can't handle it themselves. You said it yourself, they've been protecting the Tor for centuries.”

Willow hugged her girlfriend. “But they've relied on using glamors to hide the truth. Now they think that someone has found a way around them so they're calling in a favor.”

“You didn't have to agree.”

“I owe them sweetie. I've got to go, I can feel them calling me.”

And with that, the redheaded witch teleported from the room.

Colorado Springs, late Saturday afternoon

Dawn sighed in relief as Buffy headed out the door. Will was supposed to pick her up in less than five minutes. While she had readied herself for Buffy to meet Will, she was more than happy to put it off as long as possible. She wanted to meet the mysterious Jay first. She started to head upstairs to grab her jacket when the telephone rang. She went back into the kitchen and picked up the handset.

“Hello...this is her sister Dawn...oh, Col. she's not here but she should be back within the hour... Sure, I'll leave a note for her to call you... Bye.”

Dawn quickly scribbled a note, stuck it under a magnet on the refrigerator, and went upstairs to grab her jacket.
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