One Small Step
by P.H. Wise
An Angel crossover fanfic
Prologue - One Small Step
Disclaimer: I don’t own Angel. I don’t own Stargate. Please don’t sue me. This story contains spoilers for the final episode of Angel.
Note: This story is the sequel to Epigoni. If you haven’t read that story, you will not have seen the character growth that got Illyria to the place she begins at in this story, and the story will probably not make much sense besides. Epigoni: Atlantis contains spoilers for Buffy, Angel, Stargate SG-1, Stargate Atlantis, and for Epigoni.
Illyria stood at the foot of the ramp in Stargate Command’s gate room, staring up at the open stargate. The event horizon rippled, casting its watery light across the darkness of the now abandoned bunker that had once housed mankind’s first line of defense against the Goa’uld. All the rest of the surviving SGC personnel had gone through already. The lights were out; the gate alone lit the room.
She was the last. As soon as she was through, the Asgard would beam back the power generator that they had lent to the SGC for the purpose of opening a wormhole to Atlantis, and Earth-That-Was, no longer able to support human life, would at last be left to the vampires, the demons, and the forces of darkness. Most of the survivors of the Second Fall had been evacuated to the Alpha Site. Some, mostly those well versed in fields that would be useful to the Atlantis expedition, had been chosen to relocate to the city of Atlantis in the Pegasus Galaxy. Winifred Burkle was one such person, and Winifred Burkle had become part of Illyria.
For a moment, she considered staying behind. With humanity gone, there was nothing to stop the Old Ones from rising from their slumber and ruling once more. Nothing to stop them from reclaiming what was once theirs. She could rule again. She could be a god to a god once more.
No. She no longer wanted that. And besides that, the other Old Ones would never accept what she had become. They would never accept an Old-One-with-a-soul. She would be an abomination to them. Something to be destroyed at all costs.
She’d never expected to survive the end of the world. Never expected to be the only one to walk out of that light-forsaken cavern. But here she was, standing in front of an open Chappa’ai, with all the galaxies stretched out before her.
Atlantis awaited her.
She stepped through the gate.
Such a small thing, but such a startling result; one step and you cross the great void between galaxies. As she emerged in the control room in the city of Atlantis, ignoring the momentary shocked looks of the Atlantis expedition at her very alien appearance, Illyria smiled.
She had only just begun.
To quote a certain Vorlon, “And so it begins.”
I was having trouble making headway on some of my other stories, so I sat down and wrote this as a means of breaking through my writer’s block. It’s only a page, but hey, it’s a start.