Colorado Springs“So Dad, now that we have that out of the way, how did you just pop in here unannounced?”
“Paul,” Daniel said, asking the SGC's Pentagon liaison for guidance.
“Miss Summers, if you and your sister would please just sign
the non-disclosure forms hopefully we can wind this up before daybreak.,” Paul said as he opened his briefcase and began pulling out a short stack of paperwork.
“Fine,” Buffy replied. “Hand them over.”
Davis handed out the forms to the sisters.
“What no pens?” Dawn snarked. “You want us to sign them in blood or something? 'Cause you know, that sort of thing never ends well.”
The Air Force officer reached back into his briefcase and brought out a pair of pens. He also discretely checked to see if there might be at least one extra-strength antacid tablet hiding somewhere among the remaining contents of the case. He made a mental note to himself to stock up at the nearest twenty-four hour convenience store when his search failed.
The men watched as the sisters worked their way through the various sections of the Pentagon's finest non-disclosure papers. After quickly skimming them, Buffy started crossing out certain sections and making additions. She conferred quietly with her sister who pointed out several sections that received additional attention. Nearly twenty-five minutes later, both girls signed off. Davis collected the forms and looked over the changes they had made.
Paul skimmed over the forms. General O'Neill had informed him earlier that he was to make every allowance possible in order to gain the cooperation of Miss Summers so he was prepared to flexible. He noted that in case of impending world endage, the sisters Summers reserved the right to disclose to the governing members of the Council (aka the Scoobies) anything that they thought necessary.
“World endage?” Davis asked. “Scoobies?”
“I didn't remember how to spell apocalypse,” Buffy shrugged. “Besides, if it's the end of the world, who cares about spelling or paperwork?”
Jay smirked. Finally, someone other than Teal'c “got” it.
“The Scoobies were the inner circle back in Sunnydale,” Dawn explained. “Willow, Xander, Giles, and Buffy.” Left unsaid was that the government suits probably already knew the identities of the core group.
“Not you,” Daniel asked Dawn curiously.
Dawn shook her head. “The Scoobies formed when Buffy was in high school. I didn't get involved until a few years later.”
“The brat made honorary Scooby a few years ago,” Buffy corrected her sister. “She's part of the research team but she can hold her own in the field. Dusted her first vamp when she was fifteen and before you ask, no I did not take her out slaying. She snuck out of the house to meet up with a boy.”
“Just following in your footsteps,” Dawn glared at her sister.
“Yeah. And to think people believe you're the smart one,” the Slayer shot back.
“I am,” Dawn said. “So, we've signed your papers Colonel. Now can Daniel tell us how he and his merry band just popped in?”
“The short version, please. Just tell us how you got from where you shouldn't have been to here,” Buffy added to Paul's relief. “At this point, I don't care why or how you got to the starting point.”
- - -
“Sir, I think that we might have another problem,” Mitchell said as he looked at the reflection in the car's rear view mirror. “A police car just pulled up in front of the house...Yes sir... Understood.”
Lt. Colonel Mitchell, possibly soon to be Airman Mitchell, hit the end button of the cellphone. He handed it back to the driver just as the police officer tapped on his window. He flipped the window switch to roll down the window.
“Is there something I can do for you officer,” Mitchell asked.
“Someone in the neighborhood reported gunshots,” the officer said as he peered into the vehicle. He stepped back from the car and drew his weapon. “Keep your hands where I can see them and get out of the car.”
“It's not what it looks like,” Mitchell tried to explain.
“There's a woman in your vehicle with what appears to be duct tape on her mouth,” the officer stated.
“DetectiveShanahan, the woman is an alien,” Teal'c said from the backseat.
Mitchell groaned at his teammate's comment. General Landry wasn't going to bust him down to Airman. He was going to shoot him.
“Teal'c? Is that you,” Pete Shanahan asked.
Shanahan holstered his gun. “Something like Osiris?”
“Not precisely.” Teal'c said. “She is, however, dangerous.”
“Right. So, I take it everything's under control.”
“So, is Sam around?”
“ColonelCarter was recently transferred.”
“Huh. So, is this the new guy?”
- - -
“So, you completed the trials to prove your worthiness and went back to the main cavern to get your prize,” Buffy summarized.
“Except there wasn't one. At least, not not for us. A woman was waiting for us. She told us that trials were actually deathtraps so that the guardian of the treasure would be spared from having to do the deed.”
“Harsh. Guess old Merlin didn't like treasure hunters,” Dawn said.
“So, why are you here and not dead? Not that I'm complaining,” Buffy hastily added. “It's just that it doesn't make much sense.”
“I think she recognized me, or at least knew who I was,” Daniel said as he thought back to the last moments in the cave. “She asked me if I was the Daniel Jackson that had graduated from high school at fifteen. When I said I was, she started to change. Her eyes turned black and her hair went white. Next thing I know, we were here.”
“Buffy, you don't think,” Dawn hesitated, her face slowly losing its color.
Buffy paled as well as she realized what might have happened, what did happen. “Was her hair red before it turned white?”
“Yes. How did you...”
Dawn bolted from the room and headed for the bathroom. Moments later, the sound of retching echoed down the hall.
“Buffy, what's going on,” Jay asked.
“The guardian. We know who she is. She knew that Daniel's my father. If she hadn't figured it out, she would of killed you. She would have killed all of you.”
“You know her?”
“She was my best friend.”