Disclaimer: I don't own Buffy, SG1, or Knight Rider. But I'm'a gonna play in that sand box all day


The Demon that wore a man's face and calling himself John Hartson was having a good day. He was full feeding off the woman he had taken when he took the city over so many years ago. Having broken her to his will, he married her in order to have a legitimate claim to rule the humans of this world. She was delicious, for some reason her blood had an extra tang, a zing if you will. Best yet, she was as strong as he was so he didn't have to hold back when it came time to consummate their marriage. And he did love to consummate!

He was in such a good mood he decided to place her in the sarcophagus himself instead of having his servants attend to her body. Slowly, carefully like a lover, he lowered into the waiting machine. Gazing into her glassy stare he closed her eyelids placing a light kiss on each eye. Laying her gently into the bosom of the device he stepped back while its lid slowly closed. Eyes unfocused he pressed the ornate button to activate it to start the process of healing his wife and bringing her fully back to life.

"I will see you soon my love." he murmured softly strolling out of the room. His limbs buzzing with energy from draining his wife almost dry he took the steps three at a time, seeming to fly upwards to the top of the tower. Languidly striding into his personal chambers he luxuriated at the alien sun streaming in through the open-air windows.

"All goes well, Boss?" his Lieutenant queried as a courtesy.

"Yep!" he chirped heading to the en-suite bathroom. He couldn't believe these people had never heard of in-door plumbing before he came along. His voice a little muffled as he took off his blood stained cotton t-shirt, he informed his lackey, "Elaina's 'resting' right now. She should be up and about in an hour or so. Keep talking to me Joe, I'm just gonna take a quick shower."

"Okie dokie boss." Joe obeyed. Checking his personal palm device he reported, "Crops are harvestin' ahead of schedule boss. Just about everyt'ing is processed and stored. Repairs to da wall will be complete in five days' time..."

Poking his shampoo covered head out of the shower he ordered, "Yeah, 'bout dat. Work 'em double-time if ya gotta. I want it done in t'ree days." He splashed some soap out of the shower holding up three fingers to press the point.

"You got it Boss." Joe grinned in acquiescence. He asked, "Anyt'ing else or should I go on."

The Boss scrunched his brows in thought and then shrugged, "Naw, gowan."


Shortly he was leaning on the balustrade of the balcony as he surveyed his small domain. It consisted of one planet and he served System Lord Ba'al, but he was okay with that. He had his woman and control of his city. He loved her as only a Demon could.

He actually enjoyed taking care of his people, of making sure they were well fed and happy. His domain was a peaceful one. No rebellion was even considered on his planet. When it came time to pay tribute to his System Lord he never had to ask, his people volunteered willingly and wholeheartedly. It truly touched his undead, non-beating heart. They knew the stakes.

He sighed, unnecessarily, in contentment looking out towards the edge of his city where the Chappa'ai was located. As with all Chappa'ai's on distant planets this one was also arrayed outside in a small clearing. The team of six Jaffa patrolled the area and stood guard over the Ancient Device. Usually a few would throw dice in games of chance or simply gossip amongst themselves.

Today there routine would be interrupted.


The Chappa'ai sprang to life. One Jaffa that like to sit on the steps leading of the Ring was instantly vaporized, at least the upper half of his torso was. The lower half, from the waist down, slowly toppled to the side. Three others were further away rolling dice, while the last two stood in front of the DHD. The Jaffa, though surprised, were not slow to react. The three in the back, yelling and cursing to one another, ran towards the DHD of the Chappa'ai. The two in front of the controller snatched their Staff Weapons and dropped into a crouch bringing them to bear on the Stone Ring by the time the energy stabilized.

A 'ploop' came from the event-horizon followed closely by another. The two devices exiting the Gate described a short arc and landed a couple feet away from the two Jaffa. Before they could look at each other in confusion the items exploded in light and sound. Those two Jaffa were thrown against the DHD device causing the other three to slide to a halt in shock.

Only one of the Jaffa retain any sight at all and is was blurry at best. Trying to focus against the blast of light and dizziness he watched a drab-green figure fly out of the Chappa'ai like a specter of death. The figure seemed to float along the ground towards them. Bringing his Staff Weapon to bear he watched the creature raise an arm. He knew he was too late. Light and thunder was the last thing he ever saw in this life.

Sam drew her Gladius after shooting the farthest Jaffa. Landing in front of the two closest she swiped her sword at neck level separating their heads from shoulders. Blood spurting, heads flying, and she stayed in motion bounding over the falling corpses. Crossing her left hand under her right Sam shoots the Jaffa on the far side of the DHD. Literally landing on the last Jaffa she skewers him through the heart.

Jumping off and away Sam slices in half the Prim'ta exiting the dying Jaffa's pouch. Surprise colors her blood lust when she realizes she can 'feel' the Prim'ta's. Spinning she shoots the one trying to launch itself from the DHD splattering its purple blood on the ground. One last look around, searching for any signs of reinforcements and Sam streaks off into the woods surrounding the Chappa'ai in a blur of speed.

The forest floor was fairly clear of local fauna so she made good time. She timed herself seeing that it only took her fifteen minutes cover the ten mile distance from the Gate to the city. Slowing down Sam caught her breath. Nearing the edge of the forest she peaked out from the surrounding foliage.

"Wha-?" she thought, "If I didn't know better I'd swear I was looking at a town out of the '50's!"


"Baanng-aangg!"

"What da hell was dat?" John exclaimed trying to focus across the miles to the Chappa'ai.

"Dunno Boss," Joe answered, "but I'm on it!"

"Yeah, let me know..." he stopped, cocked his head to the side. It still surprised him how sensitive his hearing had gotten over the years.

"Boss?" Joe asked only to be quickly waved to silence.

"I hear... gun fire?" Stepping back in shock John gasped out, "Holy shit Joe! That's gun shots!"

Joe, having never heard a gun, furrowed his brows in puzzlement. Jumping slightly he realized his boss was practically running out of his chambers.

Scurrying to catch up Joe followed him down the stairs. He didn't bother asking where they were going; he figured his boss was heading to what he called the Observation Room.

Striding in John commanded, "Watch Commander! What is happening?"

The portly man saluted, snapped to Parade Rest, reporting, "Sir! The Chappa'ai activated with no warning. Two small objects flew out of the Ring. They exploded as soon as they landed, but in an odd way."

"How so?" John queried.

"Better if you see for yourself sir." The man gestured to his subordinate and a display came to life showing a grainy video. It was halted to just before the objects landed.

John quickly ordered, "Wait! Can we get better resolution?"

"No sir, I'm afraid not."

"Hmmm, they look very familiar." slowly standing up away from the screen he ordered, "Continue."

The action flashed forward on the screen. John nodded at the twin explosions blinding the camera. The technician fast-forwarded the recording whispering, "It took approximately three minutes for the devices to recover sir."

The picture cleared just in time to witness a blurry figure jumping off screen. It pointed at one of the Jaffa. At that John ordered, "There freeze that."

The picture stilled showing the far Jaffa's head snap back. John examined it until he rose again, commanding, "Let it run."

The video finished with the figure disappearing off screen. John said quietly, "It looked like... but it couldn't... maybe." still staring at the floor, rubbing his chin, he quietly ordered, "Watch Commander. Alert the men." Facing him he stressed, "Do NOT take any action against this... person. Let them come to me."

"My Lor-, I mean, Boss?" Joe questioned, startled so much he fell back on old habits.

John smiled, a predator's smile, as he clarified, "Always choose the battleground Joe. Never let it be chosen for you." nodding to the monitor he said, "My gut tells me this person is gunning for me and I think he.. she... whoever is from the same place I'm from."

Realization dawned and Joe's face also lit with a predatory smile, "Gotcha Boss."

"Gentlemen." he declared, "Go about your duties. I need to 'freshen up'. Company's come a'callin'!"


Having used her camera, miniaturized Sonar, Radar, Lidar, and other sensing equipment Sam was able to get a 'rough' picture of the... well, it wasn't a castle. Nor was it a pyramid. Sam settled for Office Castle.

Sitting in a small clearing away from the city Sam placed her wraparound V.R. glasses on. She had gotten the idea from research the military had been doing into using camera, fiber optics and tiny, tiny, little displays to make an 'Invisible Man' suit.

She had lined the inside of the visor with the displays. On the outside, in mathematical formations she installed Fiber Optics. The light entering the Fiber was fed to a small video processor. From there it was then fed to the display on the inside of the visor covering her eyes.

She could still see what was around her as well as, in conjunction with special gloves, work on her computer. It was the ultimate in Heads-Up Display computing. Using hand and finger gestures, while wearing the gloves, she brought up the individual pictures to make a 'big' picture of the building. She didn't have time to try to refine the resolution, she had to move fast.

And Time was A'Wastin'!


John's carefully tailored suit, reminiscent of Double-Breast Zoot Suits of the 40's draped comfortably over his muscular frame. His polished-to-a-high-shine black dress shoes clicked on the floor as he paced, double checking that everything was in order. John had setup a small table and two chairs on his balcony. Adorned with cheese, fruit, and wine he waited.
And waited.
There. An itch against his senses.
"Oh, she's good." John chortled silently. Stilling his body, stopping his breathing (he hated doing that), John stretched out his senses.
"Perfect. She is military trained." he thought. Opening his eyes, resuming his breaths he looked right at where she would appear. Five minutes later his sensitive ears picked up the sound of the grate of the vent in his bathroom as it slid against the wall. He waited and, yes!, it was replaced.
"She is so careful." he thought. Just as the woman, and he knew it was woman now, was about to step through the door John called out, "I know you're there. You might as well come out with your hands up. You have nowhere to go."
She slid through the door with pantherish grace, two-handed grip on her gun. Keeping him in her sights she side-stepped forward, ready to shoot him or at the entrance to his chambers. He silently applauded her actions.
"Look," John said, "I'm not a local yokel lady. I'm from Earth as well. Names John, John Hartson. And you are?"
"Yeah, figured that. Don't care 'bout your name. Not telling you mine." Sam ground out. She was tired, on edge, and her instinctual reaction was to pull her sword and attack until the creature before was nothing but dust on the wind.
"So, what can I do for Uncle Sam's second finest?" he asked.
She quirked an eyebrow.
"Heh. I was a Marine." he admitted.
"I want a Sarcophagus." she stated.
"Hmmm, let me think about it." he teased, rubbing his chin. Locking eyes he said, "No." Holding up a remote device he pressed a button saying, "How's'about you be my guest?"
"Wha th-" Sam asked finding she couldn't move at all.
"Neat little gadget that." John gloated. Standing up, wiping imaginary dust off his suit jacket he called out, "Come in Doctor."