Title: Undertow
By: Polgara
Rating: R
Disclaimer: I own none of the recognizable characters. They belong to their respective creators and distributors.
Spoilers: Everything for Buffy is fair game. Everything up to and including season seven of Stargate SG-1. There will be very specific spoilers for season seven. You have been warned.
Setting: Takes place right after Homecoming of Stargate and three years after Chosen.
Summary: When someone close to Buffy dies, she finds herself on Jack's doorstep. Before long, events and emotions pull them into something greater than they ever imagined.
A/N: My author notes are here for a reason, please read. If you still ask questions that are answered here, I will not answer them again. Do not beg for updates, this fic will be updated every other Sunday like clockwork, nothing will change that. I repeat nothing.
A/N2: I've only altered canon slightly. Ignore the whole Jack/Sam thing, it doesn't exist here. And I've created a previous relationship between Buffy and Jack. It will get explained eventually, just be patient.
A/N3: Special and huge thanks to my betas – Meri and Copper. You gals are fabulous!
PrologueWhile a storm raged outside, the members of SG-1 were safe inside Jack's living room. Pizza boxes were strewn about as well as empty beer bottles. It was the first time they had had a chance to hang out together since Daniel's return.
Jack smiled into his beer; everything in his world was perfect. Well, not everything. His love life wasn't exactly in great shape, but that was through no real fault of his own. His life just wasn't compatible with the young woman who had captured his affections. Plus, he was twenty years her senior. It kind of put a crimp in any plans of pursuit.
Other than that tiny flaw, his world was perfect. Daniel was human again and most of his memory had returned. At least, enough that he had stopped calling him Jim. But his surrogate family was whole once again.
Sure, Jonas had been a good kid. He was bright, eager to please, and by the end had proven to be a valuable member of the team and the SGC. But it had never been the same. There had been a hole that only Daniel could fill.
His teammates' laughter washed over him as he took another swig of his beer. There was a knock at his door and he frowned as he checked his watch. It was after eleven, way too late for somebody to be dropping by for a courtesy visit.
He rose from his chair and crossed to the front door. He slowly opened it and was surprised at the drenched figure standing on his front step. "Buffy?"
"She's dead, Jack."
"Who? Who's dead?"
"Dawnie. My baby sister is dead."