A/N: This story continues from the AU established by my first story in this series, "Astral Anne," and as such, differs from events shown in Season 3 of Buffy. For the most part, the events follow canon, though some differences may be alluded to. Some characters will be seen to step outside their usual roles. Bear in mind that this is an AU, and those differences are intentional. Constructive criticism regarding these changes will be taken into account. Flaming and other derogatory responses will be ignored. If you do not like what I've done, don't just tell me that, tell me why.
This being said, the characters from the shows Stargate: SG-1 and Buffy the Vampire Slayer belong to their respective owners, and I am not making a profit off of this. It is merely an exercise in imagination, and I hope to return them in good shape.
Joyce and Buffy Summers pulled their car up to the drop-off curb in front of Steamboat House, and both got out, preparing to unload the back of the car filled with clothing and other necessities of college life.
"Honey, are you sure about this?" Joyce said as she began transferring the contents of the car onto the curb as her daughter unloaded the trunk. "I mean, it's not to late to change your mind."
"We've been over this a hundred times, Mom. I have to be doing something to burn off energy, and since Giles doesn't think any of the sports would be a good option, this is pretty much all that's left. Besides, I won't be the only one, remember?" Buffy replied, pulling a pair of gym bags out of the trunk and placing them beside the curb. "You talked to that room-mate of mine who's a sophomore. Did she sound psycho or anything? And she knows the other ROTC student here. It's only two days a week, anyways."
Joyce sighed. "I know, I just worry about you," she said, stepping over to grab the straps of one of the gym bags.
"Careful, that's…" Buffy began, but was interrupted by a metallic clink as her mother dropped the bag back to the sidewalk. "…Heavy," she finished, lamely.
The dorm room was a lot better than she'd expected, Buffy thought, as she bounced a little on the bed, surveying the room that belonged to her and only her for the coming school-year. The bedroom was only slightly smaller than the room she had back home, and the suite also contained a bathroom, and she could lock the door to her room and keep anyone from coming in, if she needed to. A sitting area would have been nice, but she could always use one of the lounges if it was really necessary.
Her mom had insisted on going out to buy a few things it turned out they'd missed, and returned with the items, as well as a wooden trunk she'd seen that Joyce thought would be perfect for storing weapons. Buffy was actually surprised by her mother's thoughtfulness, especially since she wasn't supposed to have the few items she'd brought for the occasional patrol. She'd just finished moving everything into the chest when they heard the door open to the entry, and Buffy glanced quickly around the room to make sure nothing she wasn't supposed to have was visible before getting up and going to see who it was.
The redhead who entered, followed by an older blonde both glanced over their boxes at Buffy, and smiled, acknowledging her presence. "Hi," the blonde said, putting her box down for a moment on the counter next to the sink, and gave a look around, assessing the suite for…something. "Samantha Carter," she said, offering her hand.
"Buffy Summers," Buffy replied, shaking the woman's hand carefully. It wouldn't do to be careless and break a few fingers by accident on her first day.
"The other cadet," the redhead said, shifting her box to her hip as she opened the door to the middle of the three bedrooms in the suite. "I remember telling you about her."
"I'm Cassie, by the way," she concluded, turning to Buffy.
"Nice to meet you," Buffy said, smiling uncomfortably. "I just finished unpacking, is there anything I can help with?"
Carter looked around, thoughtfully. "I think there's just one more load, and we're done. You girls think you can handle it? I need to get back to the base."
"Base?" Buffy asked, her curiosity piqued.
"Cheyenne Mountain," Carter elaborated. "Deep Space Radar Telemetry."
"Sounds…fascinating," Buffy replied dryly.
"Like you'd never believe," the older woman said, and started out the door and down the hall.
"Sam's a Lieutenant Colonel with the Force," Cassie said, as the two followed her. "She worked with my mom."
"In deep fried whatsit?"
"Deep Space Radar Telemetry, and yes."
"Like you'd never believe," Cassie replied, giggling.