Chapter One: Dreams
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NOTE 1: I do not own, nor do I cliam ownership of characters and concepts from Buffy The Vampire Slayer, Stargate SG-1 or any other cross contained within.
NOTE 2: Sorry, but it should be noted that this story is unbetad, I'm afraid I've had far too many beta's flake out, either by taking months to pass back changes, insisting on saying the spellings are wrong just because they aren't in their particular version of English and the like to go searching for betas anymoreChapter 1: Dreams
Buffy thrashed around in her bed, the nightmare coursing through her mind making her cry out in fear and pain. Flashes of pyramids, of demons who took humans as hosts, of cultists in funky armour passed through her mind. Then Buffy saw her, a slayer leading an army, a host of humans against the cultists, screaming ‘false gods’ for all to hear. The humans behind her taking up the chant, as demons, even vampires joined the slayer in pushing this vile creature and his followers off their world.
Then the scene changed, it felt newer somehow, like there was less age to what she saw. A massive black man bearing the seal of Apophis pointing a staff of some kind at humans cowering below him, an older man in fatigues shouting
“I can save these people, help me!”
Pleading, “Help Me”
“Many have said that” the black man says, turning and firing at his fellow warriors of Apophis “But you are the first I believe could do it!”
Flash, a mountain, a tunnel leading deep within, Cheyenne Mountain Complex in raised letters over the entrance, soldiers patrolling and guarding.
Flash, the black man back again, calling her ‘Tarithna’ Slayer,
Flash, the first slayer, “you are needed, Tarithna”
Flash, the tunnel entrance again, zooming in on the words ‘Cheyenne Mountain Complex’
Buffy awake with a start, breathing quickly, “Okay” she muttered, “I can take a hint”
“Well,” Giles commented dryly, “these dreams certainly seem prophetic”
“Gee whiz,” Buffy replied sarcastically, “how did I not figure that out for myself?”
“Well, quite,” The oldest Slayer grinned, she didn’t need to be able to see her mentor to know he was almost certainly cleaning his glasses at the other end of the phone-line, “and they are unusually direct for the Powers That Be too”
She snorted wryly, “You noticed? So, what do we do?”
“Well,” he replied calmly, “you’ve certainly provided enough information to research these… unknowns, there should certainly be something if they are, as you said, based upon ancient Egypt. I certainly remember there being something off about the Gods of Ancient Egypt but you’re suggesting that they are technology users which rules out the sheer bulk of the demonic population”
“Technology was the feel I got, not magic,”
“Well, I trust your perception in this of course, but you do realise what this means of course”
Buffy grinned, “Yep, the first person to tell Andrew what’s going on gets sewer duty for a month”
There was a snort from the other end of the line, “quite”
Buffy stilled, gazing around the room with wariness in her eyes, “you know what this means though”
There was an expectant pause on the other end of the line.
“Yes,” Giles answered, the frown in his voice coming clear down the line, “what do you suggest?”
“I can’t ignore the dream,” Buffy replied slowly, “but given our past experiences with the military…”
“Do you want us to come?” her watcher calmly asked.
“Yes,” she replied, nodding although she knew the older man could not see it, “I go in alone at first, try to make peaceful contact but if this goes to hell I want back-up I trust nearby”
The Slayer laughed grimly, “If the dream is true, then I may just need your reinforcement anyway”
“I understand,” Buffy smiled gratefully at his response, “We’re coming Buffy”