Disclaimer: I don't own Buffy the Vampire Slayer or Stargate Sg1. I make no money of this story.

Summary:When Buffy jumped into the portal to save Dawn she was certain she would die, and she was okay with that because her sister would live. Dawn would be safe and have a chance at a normal life, for that Buffy would be willing to die a hundred times over. Death was her gift and she wasn't afraid. But she wasn't ready to wake up on Chulak were snake demons rule over everyone as gods. What is a slayer to do?

New World, New Life, Same Mission

Daybreak brought no relief to Buffy after her restless night, and even watching the sunrise, a thing that had always given her a private little thrill of victory, left her feeling as despondent as ever. Sighing listlessly she turned and headed out facing away form the sun. With no food or water she had nothing to do but walk, and then walk some more, and with nothing to distract her thoughts of the life she would never have continued to drift around her troubled head. At first she tried to think about only the good memories, the happiest moments, but as the days stretched on with no real change her thoughts began to change turning to the darker memories.

She tried not to dwell on her worries of when she'd start to change, her fear of what she might become without a watcher to keep her grounded and guide her, but it was a losing battle. One she lost completely on her third night. As night fell on the third night Buffy came to the terrifying conclusion that she was already changing. Three days of no food and water and kicked her body into protective mode. With no food to provide energy her body it started to tap into the slayer energies, speeding up the rate at which Buffy would change. And that night she started to notice some subtle changes. Her hair was changing color it looked like the color of sand rather that the extreme blond it had been, she could see better in the dark than she had ever been able to in the past and her nails were sharper and stronger than they should be. But the worst part was that she could feel the primal slayer part of her rising up to the surface, stronger that it had ever been.

This in turn lead to a shift of Buffy's thinking. In the past night time had always been more of an inconvenience than any thing. It was when she had to take time out of her life to patrol and slay any creatures of darkness that she might stumble upon. But now it was the time where what she had lost and what she was loosing became most obvious. It was when the most primal part of her would rise and every night it was stronger. Night became the enemy, an enemy she was powerless to stop, and daytime an all to brief reprieve. Buff began to think this was how it would end, she would wander alone in this desert world until she died. Even a slayer couldn't go forever without food. The end of the fourth day brought a change in the form of an old man. She'd seen the light from the fire and heard the sounds of someone moving about in the small camp.

She inched forward slowly uncertain if this person, or thing, would be friend or foe; but after three days with no hint of another person she was willing to take the risk. Suddenly a figure stepped out of the tent and leveled some sort of weapon at her. Reflexively dropping into a low crouch she was ready to pounce on him in a second if he showed any sign of using his weird stick weapon thing. He studied her for a moment and then lowered his stick slowly.

"I mean you no harm child." he said waving a hand in front of himself as if to wave away any such thought. "I am Master Bra'tac"

Buffy continued to stare at the old man for a few minutes and when she saw no signs of deception she decided to tell him her name. But when she tried to tell him her name was Buffy Summers the words wouldn't come out. Her way of thinking had changed so much she didn't really think of herself as Buffy Summers anymore. She was still Buffy the slayer, but she just couldn't bring herself to think of herself as a Summers so instead she said.

"I'm Buffy, Daughter of Sineya"

Nodding his head slightly she gestured to the fire.

"You are welcome to my fire, Daughter of Sineya."

Bra'tac POV

As I stepped out to confront the strange young woman it was with the intent to drub her to teach her a lesson about sneaking up on people, but one glance at her eyes as she crouched defensively was enough to stop him. He had never seen eyes like hers, he'd never seen anything like her period. Her skin was stretched tight across her face like she hadn't eaten properly in several weeks, her hair was the color of the sand and her eyes. He'd never seen eyes like that, not even in the Goa'uld. They were a strange yellow gold color and they seemed to glow with an inner luminous. He stared a moment to see if the glow would fade like it did with a Goa'uld but it didn't, and he didn't feel a symbiote in this girl. She was not Goa'uld, and she wasn't Jaffa either. Slowly he lowered his staff weapon and waving his and in a dismissing way he said,

"I mean you no harm child, I am Master Bra'tac"

She looked like she was going to speak, but then she hesitated looking uncertain. Finally she decided to tell him her name.

"I'm Buffy, Daughter of Sineya."

Nodding his head he gestured to the fire he'd built.

"You are welcome to my fire Daughter of Sineya."

He watched as she moved forward and warily sat down by the fire, her eyes never leaving him. Deciding that the best way to get her to trust him was to act naturally he ducked back inside the tent and grabbed some food. Coming back out he handed her some of the dry meat and cheese as well as some bread before sitting down to eat himself. They ate in silence and when they finished she'd finally relaxed enough.

"Thank you Master Bra'tac."

"You are welcome Daughter of Sineya."

"Call me Buffy please."

"Very well, Buffy. Now that I have given you food and water perhaps you can tell me how you came to be on Chulak, for I know you are no native."

"Chulak?" she asked curiously "is that the name of this world?"

"Yes."

"Oh, well I came through a portal, . . . thought it would kill me, . . .i really don't understand. . . . What is that thing in your stomach?"

He couldn't help but stare at her in shock for a moment. How could she possibly know he had a symbiote? She was not Jaffa and as far as he could tell she had never been a host, he'd be able to feel the marker left behind.

"It is my symbiote, the larva form of the Goa'uld."

"What is a Gauld?"

Bra'tac considered Buffy carefully, this could be an elaborate set up by Apophis to trick him into revealing his true loyalties. But no, if he was suspected he'd have been arrested immediately. Apophis would not bother setting up such a ruse. He decided to take a chance.

"The Goa'uld are a parasitic race who must take human hosts to survive, when they take a host they take complete control of the body. The human is still there and conscious but can do nothing, and is often tortured tremendously by the symbiote. When a host is to old or the body becomes to damaged the symbiote will jump into a new host. Using their advanced technology they have enslaved countless worlds so that they could feed their greed and be worshiped as gods. I am a Jaffa, we are also slaves to the false gods. The Goa'uld enslave the Jaffa using these symbiotes, on the cusp of adulthood we are implanted with a symbiote larva, the larva gives us a much longer life span and makes us stronger. It can also heal us quicker that a human can heal. This world Chulak is ruled by the false god Apophis. The mark on my forehead is worn by all who live here to show that he is the god we serve. I am part of the free Jaffa resistance, or hope is to one day stop the Goa'uld and free our people."

"Wow, that's wow."

"I believe my explanation should have been sufficient to satisfy your curiosity, please continue with your explanation of how you came to be here."

Buffy POV

Buffy nodded her head, fair was fair after all.

"I'm not really sure where to start, you see on my world there was this brotherhood of monks called the order of Dagon and the where the protectors of the key . . ." Buffy proceeded to tell him everything. She told him about the key, Glorificus, being the slayer and what it meant what had happened and what was happening to her. By the end of her tale the sun was just beginning to rise. She watched Bra'tac as he stared into the fires remains thoughtfully.

"If I where your watcher, would you make my mission your own?"

"Since I can no longer follow my old mission of protecting the humans of earth, yes I would make your mission my own."

He nodded, "I thought you would say that. And I would be honored to by your watcher Daughter of Sineya."

Buffy smiled her million dollar smile, she couldn't believe it she was going to have a watcher! She thought her heart could burst.

"How do we create the watcher & Slayer bond you spoke of? Is there a ceremony?"

"No, You just have to say the words. Say 'Buffy Daughter of Sineya I am your watcher' and it will create the bond."

"It is truly that simple? What would stop other people from doing the same afterward?"

"A slayer can only be bonded to one watcher at a time. Only once the bond is dissolved can a new watcher take his place. This happens one of two ways, if you die the bond dissolves, or you can chose to pass it on. To pass it on you would say 'Buffy Daughter of Sineya I am not your watcher.' then you would declare your replacement as my watcher and he or she would have to say it as well to complete the passing."

"I see." He said while standing up.

Buffy stood up as he came around he fire to stand infront of her. She looked up into his eyes whith baited breath as he said,

"Buffy Daughter of Sineya, I am your Watcher."

End Chapter 3

AN/ okay I know the boding ceremony was stupid but that was actually one of my better ideas. If anyone can think of a better ceremony let me know and ill put it in and give you credit. But it still needs to include a way for the bond to pass to a new watcher without Bra'tac dieing.