AN: Hello and welcome to the madhouse! I'm Katie and that's Cassie *waves like moron* and we are bringing you an ultimate experience! (*snorts* More like our ultimate insanity.) Stargate meet Dark-Hunter. Well ok it's more like Grace meets Ash and Sav then the three take on Rush... either way it will be highly entertaining! So we ask that you sit back, relax, and enjoy the wonderful world of weirdness!

Disclaimer: Cassie owns Grace...I own...hmmm...*pouts* Nothing!

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Grace wandered around DC. She really shouldn't have gone out alone, not with all the crazies running around the city at night, but she needed some time to think. Having her parents living so far apart was taking its toll on her and she was just glad she had enough control of her powers for her dad to allow her freedom. She snorted.

Her dad probably had a tail on her somewhere. Its name was Major Davis.

"Hello, precious," a man sneered.

His blonde hair was pulled back away from his face. His eyes held a sinister look to them. Grace used her powers to pin him to the wall, but he easily broke the hold and charged her.

"What the...?" Grace tried to put up a shield to keep the creature out. When he barged past it, Grace was in shock. No one had ever been able to easily go against her powers. "What are you?"

The creature bared his fangs at her and Grace snorted. Just great, a vampire.

"You know Daimon, I get really sick of you guys picking on someone not your size." a man said as he gracefully walked down the alleyway.

He was tall and wore a black leather duster coat over a black Misfits tee and a pair of black leather pants. His red Dock Martins with skulls and crossbones were the only color on him besides the red streaks in his long black hair. A pair of dark sunglasses covered his eyes. It was a Goth after her own heart.

"A what?" Grace asked, staring at both people in front of her.

She had a vampire and a male version of Buffy? Her dad was never going to let her leave the house again.

"Daimon. Vampire wanna be basically. Only thing different about him than the Cullens is he can die with a stake to the heart." Ash said.

"A sexy Goth knows his Twilight? Are you even out of high school?" she asked as Ash manifested a dagger in his hand. Grace raised an eyebrow. She wanted to be able to do that. "And you have powers. I've got to say man, you are looking finer every minute."

Ash chuckled. "I assure you I am married and most definitely out of high school."

Grace sighed. All the good Goths were always taken. "Huh, you sure? About the high school thing? You really don't look any older than I am."

Ash sighed. He could erase her memories of what he told her later. "I'm eleven thousand years old. I think I am out of high school."

Grace raised both eyebrows as he easily stabbed the Daimon, who exploded into a gold dust.

"Look mom, no mess!" Grace pulled out her best fake 'cheery' tone.

Ash shook his head. "You sound like Fang."

Grace scrunched up her nose. "Who?"

Ash shook his head. He liked this girl. "Never mind."

Grace looked back where the, what did he call it? Right, daimon had been. "So, any chance you can explain that?" she looked back at the man. "And, oh yeah. How on this planet you could possibly be eleven thousand years old?"

Ash frowned. Her wording confused him. "This planet?"

Grace bit back a curse. "Can we pretend I didn't say that?"

Ash cocked a brow. "Only if you'll ignore what I said."

Grace crossed her arms. "Okay, I think we both know that's not happening."

Oh yes it was. Ash tried to erase Grace's memories but found her mind protected. When he looked at her, she looked mildly annoyed.

"It's rather rude to go into a person's mind without their okay." she said. Forget the fact that she did it on a regular basis.

"How is your mind so protected?" Ash asked.

Grace felt her brow raise. "I asked you a question first."

Ash found himself nodding. He really liked this girl. Not many people could shoot back at him so easily. "I think you and I need to talk, kid."

Ash debated with himself for a few seconds before flashing them both to Katoteros. The girl would most likely be really confused but Ash could live with that.

Grace spun around as they suddenly appeared in a great room. The floors were white while the walls were black and gold marble. Alright, she could get used to it there.

"How did we get here?" Grace asked.

Ash shrugged. "I brought us here."

Grace nodded. "Well, it's faster then the gate."

Ash crossed his arms. "Okay, we really need to talk cause that's the second thing you've said that's confused me and I don't like being confused."

Grace mirrored Ash's stance. "So? You confused me too. And confused me first so you get to explain before I do."

Ash wanted to huff but he was a god and gods didn't huff. "How about we go with I'm bigger and older and we're on my turf so we play by my rules?"

Grace grunted. Damnit, too many years of off world negotiating had her accepting the man's terms. "Fine but before we do anything, I think knowing each others names would be a good idea."

Ash nodded and held out his hand. "Acheron Parthenopaeus. Most call me Ash."

Grace shook his hand. "Grace Carter O'Neill. Most call me a pain in the ass."

"Come, let's sit." Ash said, waving his hand at a tall throne chair. Before Grace's eyes, another chair appeared.

"Those are some freaky powers." Grace said, using her own gift to move the chair a bit so she could sit.

Ash cocked a brow. "Look who's talking." he sat on his throne and leaned his arms on his legs. "Alright, you first."

Grace exhaled. She was about to break some major rules. In the next fifteen minutes, she explained herself and her life and the Stargate.

Ash, on his part, sat back and let her explain everything. He was finding it hard to believe all this existed without his knowledge but he could tell from Grace's face that she was being truthful. And given all she was explaining and how calm she was about it, Ash knew she could handle his world no problem.

Grace finished explaining and met Ash's shaded gaze. "You always wear sunglasses inside?"

Ash bit back a groan. Lords, she was just like Tory. "No, not always."

Grace motioned with her hand. "So, take them off."

"But I don't want to." Ash said.

Grace snorted. "Tough. Take them off."

Ash cocked a brow. "You can't tell me what to do."

Grace raised her own brow. "I just did. Take them off."

"No."

"Yes."

"Uh, boss,"

Ash shut his eyes. Kill him. Now. Urian had not just walked in on Ash fighting with a seventeen year old.

Grace looked at the new comer. Standing just shy of Ash's height, the man had long white blond hair that was pulled back in a ponytail. His eyes were so dark and deep, if Grace were the type, she could easily get lost in them.

Urian cleared his throat and looked at his boss. "Who's the new girl and were you really just fighting with her over your sunglasses?"

Ash growled. "Urian, unless you wanna see you insides on the outside, leave."

Urian held his hands up. "Down, boss. I'm merely delivering a message from your wife. She wants to know what's going on, as she can sense someone she doesn't know here."

Ash scrubbed a hand over his face. "Send her down, would ya?" he looked at Grace. "Sorry."

Grace shook her head. "Don't worry. My father deals with annoying assholes all the time."

Ash smirked at Urian. "Two minutes with you and she's got you pinned."

Urian grunted as he left.

Grace pointed over her shoulder. "Assistant?"

"Lackey,"

Grace nodded. "Right," she slapped her hands on her thighs. "well, your turn."

Ash exhaled. "That was the deal. Just know, I'm breaking major rules here."

Grace laughed. "Acheron, I broke at least three federal laws. I think we're even."

Ash laughed and took fifteen minutes of his own to introduce Grace to his world. As he finished, he watched Grace shake her head before holding it in her hands. Oops, he might have broken her.

"Acheron, what did you do now?"

Ash raised his eyes to the ceiling. "I didn't do anything, Tory." he looked at his wife. "She's just taking everything in."

Grace turned to once again take in the new person. The woman walking towards them was at least six feet tall with thick and wavy long brown hair and deep brown eyes to match.

"I'm starting to feel short." Grace muttered since she was only five nine.

The woman, Tory as Ash had called her, laughed. "Don't worry, he and his band of merry men make everyone feel short."

Ash screwed up his face. "Merry men? Do I look like Robin Hood?"

Tory ignored Ash and held out her hand to Grace. "Tory Parthenopaeus."

Grace smiled and shook her head. "Grace Carter O'Neill."

"So why did my husband drag you into our world?" Tory asked, smirking over her shoulder at Ash, who was still grumbling about Robin Hood.

Grace cleared her throat. "He saved me from a daimon and then he let something slip and so did I and before I knew it, we were here."

Tory laughed and looked at Ash. "What is it with you and letting things slip? Did you drink Sprite again?"

Ash glared at the two women laughing. "Are ya done?"

Grace smirked. "Depends, you gonna take off the shades?"

Tory smiled softly. "Baby, not everyone is effected by them. From the way she's handled everything else, she'll handle this just fine."

Ash sighed but knew his wife was right. Exhaling a long breath, he reached up and slipped his sunglasses off. Keeping his eyes closed for a minute, he prepared himself for Grace's reaction.

"Open your eyes, Achimou." Tory said softly.

Grace frowned a bit as she watched this strong, confident man struggled to open his eyes. She understood why as she took in the swirling silver pools that were his eyes.

"Are your eyes like that because you're a god?" Grace asked.

Ash nodded. "Yes."

Grace smiled, understanding on her face. "You're just different, Ash. I am too. And there is nothing wrong with that."

Ash smiled and went to speak but his phone rang and his face changed to annoyance. "Excuse me." he got up and left the room.

Tory put her hand on Grace's shoulder, making the younger woman looked at her. "You have no idea how much it means to him for you to say what you did."

Grace nodded. "I know what it's like to grow up different. I'm a descendant of a very old race of beings."

Tory frowned. "Gods?"

Grace shook her head. "No, not even close. Just a bunch of people that wouldn't lift a finger to help anyone unless it was for themselves."

"Sounds like gods to me," Ash said as he walked back in. He looked at Tory. "I gotta go. Talon's having a fit over something."

Tory mock pouted. "His basket ball skills?"

Ash snorted and looked at Grace. "Want me to drop you at home?"

Grace smirked. "How else am I getting there?"

Tory laughed. "I like her, babe. Keep her around."

Ash shook his head and after kissing Tory, flashed himself and Grace back to DC. Grace looked around and saw they were outside the O'Neill house. She looked at Ash.

"So, will I see you again?" Grace asked.

Ash nodded. "Count on it. We're apart of each others worlds now, piccolo."

Grace smiled as Ash used Italian. Out of all the languages Daniel taught her, that and Greek were her favorites.

"See ya soon, adelphos."

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So, there's the beginning of our insanity (Our insanity started way before this story!). It gets worse from here. Artie will show up (Can I kill her yet?), maybe some old hunters (*perks up* Sundown?), Sav, of course, will be there too. Alright, let us know what you think, flame policy is on my(Cassie) profile and stands and thanks for reading.

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