A/N: I'm finally going to get to write this whenever I want because of my
new black laptop. I actually think I'm in love and this from the girl who
read 'Demon seed' by Dean Koontz one to many times and hates all technology
except the kind that makes the world a better place like coffee machines
and that box with the moving pictures in it. Now isn't that a far out
groovy idea. And to make things even better it talks to me and agrees with
everything I say. One more thing that makes men redundant. So could someone
please give me suggestions on what to call my evil god, I thought maybe
Thoth but if you know any gods that are similarly closely related with time
that would be great. Drop me line
And I hope this meets the high standards of all you grammar freaks out there who like to suck the fun out of life!!! Hey that's just my opinion no abuse intended. Long live the English language which technically due to all the different accents and geographical differences that change meanings of words. Plus the continual evolution of it no one version can be wrong. Can it?
Oh and I've decided to set this after all the 'drugs are bad just look at Willow' story line with her and Tara all breaky. I think it should have been Willow who moved out; it didn't seem fair on Tara. I can't stress this enough. I don't own Buffy or Stargate or anything else of value. What do you expect? I'm a student. Enjoy!!!!
Chapter Two
Willow wandered out of the magic box unable to take it any longer. Staying open as long as she'd promised had been trying, to say the least. It had been a test. She knew it as did everyone else with their hugs and pointed looks and Anya's inspirational 'they burn witches at the stake who do magic.' Every so often she'd looked up from her laptop and noticed the power in the room; how easy it would have been just to reach out and take the magic inside her. But then she remembered all the pain with Rack, Amy, Dawn …..Tara and she knew she was doing the right thing.
Clutching her bag to her chest she shivered walking over the road to the pavement which ran along side the cemetery. Willow might not have been doing any magic but that didn't mean she couldn't still sense the power in nature and when it was violated. A soft wind blew ruffling her hair and she it wasn't right. Picking up speed she ran through the heavy iron gates calling Buffy's name. The wind began to howl louder swirling around her, thunder cracked but she didn't put that down to why all the hairs on the back of her neck and arms stood up on end. She dropped her bag and instinctively headed to the source of the disturbance and it kinda' helped that a grey glow was radiating from one of the grave stones.
Lightening began to hit near the stone getting close and closer to it. Finally as Willow managed to reach it despite the wind which had picked her slightly of her feet the strange blue lighting directly hit the stone. Sending her and sparks flying high into the air; a blue bubble of light expanding then contracting in a ear popping high pitched screech. A loud silence followed so in contrast that it was as different as night from day.
*~*
He opened his eyes in one of the most uncomfortable positions experienced and he'd had his fair share of really bad ones. Upside down; his neck nearly at right angle with the ground, back hard against a short wall with his legs hanging over to the other side above him. Counting slowly to three he used his hands to push against the rock dropping the bottom half of his body with more momentum than anticipated thumping himself face first onto the moist grass. Amazingly his glasses were still in place and in one piece.
"Is anyone else out there? Sam? Jack? Teal'c?" slowly he rolled onto his side looking around. "Great" he thought, "where in a grave yard."
"Tell me about it?" a voice startled him from behind. Rolling again he winced as his bruised body was dug into by what must be a hundred million little sharp stones who follow him just to be around for this occasion. He spotted Sam who was lying across Teal'c's middle that clearly had cushioned her fall.
"Are you guys okay?" he asked.
"Ye. What about you" Sam asked looking down at her mattress. Teal'c raised an eyebrow at her. "I would be better if I could stand up. Where is Colonel O'Neill?" Teal'c helped Sam up and then Daniel while she took stock of their environment.
"Where the hell are we? And where's Jack?" both men looked at each other and shrugged. She began calling to him over the radio's which they all wore but the lightening had fried them.
"The last thing I remember is a storm, grey lights and the Jack swearing." Daniel put forward giving Sam a hopeful look that she'd come up with some brilliant explanation for their current situation from that piece of information.
"I experienced the same." Teal'c responded.
"That doesn't tell us anything we don't know. Since we all landed together the colonel should be around here somewhere. We just need to regroup and then study the stone to work out what happen."
*~*
People talking invaded Willow's world making her head pound more. Without opening her eyes she catalogued all her body parts making sure they were all still there and that was the reason she hurt so much. Lying flat on her back she was surrounded by the smell of burnt feathers. My hair must be on fire, she thought. Realising what that meant, her eyes popped opened and sitting up with a cry started patting her hair down. It wasn't too bad; the ends being only slightly singed. However her cry had alerted the group to her presence and since she had no way to protect herself she started to crawl backwards. Since they came from a bolt of lightning with guns she kinda' guessed that they might not be friendly. As they started towards her she scrambled backwards faster hurting the palms of her hands in the process. The man with glasses raised his hands up motioning for his companions to stop as well as her. "We come in peace." he ventured causing the woman to shift her attention away from Willow to him.
"You can speak god knows how many languages and we greet a new culture with: 'We come in peace'?" unimpressed she tossed her head.
"Well you've had as much practise as I have at this. What would you like me to say? 'Would you like that super size?'"
She glared at him exasperated, continuing to smile at her he argued, "We don't have time for this right now. We've been pulled across time and space by a grey rock to another glowing grey rock and Jack can't be found. We really need to find out were we are and how we got here so we can get back."
The capable looking blonde scowled again, mumbling under her breath. During this inter change Willow had been edging backwards, suddenly looming over her was the tall silent one looking down menacingly. Offering his powerful looking arm to help her up he lifted his left eyebrow higher than she ever thought possible when she flinched at the movement. Instinctively knowing that he wasn't just going to retrench the offer she gulped putting her overly warm hand in his letting him pull her upright explaining.
"There is no need to be alarmed. My friends and I will not hurt you. We have been brought here against our will while exploring a plant which we travelled to from a place called earth by a device called a 'Stargate'. Which is being used by a race called the Goa'uld to rule the galaxy without mercy. They are false gods I once served but have now swore to destroy so all Jaffar' may be free."
Everyone just looked at him. Not sure what to say Willow answered weakly, "I'm Sparticus."
The one with the glasses stumbled over his feet to stand in front of her an intense frown on his face.
His eyes lit up. "It must be a hybrid between English and Latin. Perhaps using parts of stories as certain expressions." he said clicking his fingers together which could have been applause to his brilliance. The woman moved beside him anticipation on her face.
"Can you speak it?"
"I don…"
"Actually it's a movie with Kirk Douglas about him being this gladiator who revolted against the Romans so all slaves could be free." Willow interrupted.
The two talking stared at her confounded, "You're speaking English?" "You have Kirk Douglas?" they asked at once.
Willow nodded her head, "Obviously the grey stone you're talking about transported you to an alternative reality, which has similarities with your own. We better get out of here because if you were brought here against your will whoever brought you will be looking ….for you. Which in the present circumstances I don't think would be good. See?" she said hopefully knowing that because she was scared all those sentences came out as one without a breath in between.
"I'm sure your right." the man with the glasses answered. "I'm Dr. Daniel Jackson. This is Major Samantha Carter and this is Teal'c. The missing member of our team if Colonel Jack O'Neill. You haven't by any chance seen him?" she wagged her head no and while wiping his glasses, an action which made her like him immediately, he asked. "And you are…?"
"Willow" she supplied giving them her best 'you're from another dimension I hope I'm not making a really big mistake trusting you' smile.
"Why aren't you having any trouble believing us? We could be a bunch of crazies."
Willow laughed, "One; because you came out of a bolt of lighting. Two; I once had my own experience with alternative realities and thirdly; gut instinct."
"Pretty brave trusting that." Major Carter commented.
"A true warrior always knows the way." Teal'c answered for her.
"Ye anyway I'm not a warrior but a witch." looking hastily around she noticed for the first time how exposed they were. Until they has worked out what was going on the best thing to do was take them to the magic box and the scoodies. This certainly fell within the slayer jurisdiction.
*~*
"We better get moving. This place is a favourite spot for vampires." The fiery haired girl said setting of towards what must be the graveyard exit with the others standing still behind her. "What about our friend?" the major asked making Willow stop.
"As soon as we get to the magic shop I'll call some friends and sort out a search party."
"Why not call the authorities?" she continued.
Willow grimaced, "Around here they sorta' don't see anything which is out of the ordinary and if they do they'd explain it rationally. Meaning they'd lock us up in a padded cell and throw away the key."
She started moving again with Teal'c and Samantha in combat mode, none of them cared what the crazy girl had said was out there, she was scared and since this was her reality it was safer to follow her advice. What was perceived as a vampire in her culture could mean something different in ours. Daniel had replaced his glasses running a thousand possible explanations for the girl's use of references to the occult. Right, he thought, sure there were witches, vampires and werewolves all waiting to jump out and get them. Hearing a twig break he nervously looked around. Had it suddenly got darker?
A/N ~ okay so I stole the story as language thing from a star trek: the next generation episode. Were Picard gets stuck on his fierce planet with the captain of another race so they can do the whole male bonding thing and learn about each other but who cares.
And I hope this meets the high standards of all you grammar freaks out there who like to suck the fun out of life!!! Hey that's just my opinion no abuse intended. Long live the English language which technically due to all the different accents and geographical differences that change meanings of words. Plus the continual evolution of it no one version can be wrong. Can it?
Oh and I've decided to set this after all the 'drugs are bad just look at Willow' story line with her and Tara all breaky. I think it should have been Willow who moved out; it didn't seem fair on Tara. I can't stress this enough. I don't own Buffy or Stargate or anything else of value. What do you expect? I'm a student. Enjoy!!!!
Chapter Two
Willow wandered out of the magic box unable to take it any longer. Staying open as long as she'd promised had been trying, to say the least. It had been a test. She knew it as did everyone else with their hugs and pointed looks and Anya's inspirational 'they burn witches at the stake who do magic.' Every so often she'd looked up from her laptop and noticed the power in the room; how easy it would have been just to reach out and take the magic inside her. But then she remembered all the pain with Rack, Amy, Dawn …..Tara and she knew she was doing the right thing.
Clutching her bag to her chest she shivered walking over the road to the pavement which ran along side the cemetery. Willow might not have been doing any magic but that didn't mean she couldn't still sense the power in nature and when it was violated. A soft wind blew ruffling her hair and she it wasn't right. Picking up speed she ran through the heavy iron gates calling Buffy's name. The wind began to howl louder swirling around her, thunder cracked but she didn't put that down to why all the hairs on the back of her neck and arms stood up on end. She dropped her bag and instinctively headed to the source of the disturbance and it kinda' helped that a grey glow was radiating from one of the grave stones.
Lightening began to hit near the stone getting close and closer to it. Finally as Willow managed to reach it despite the wind which had picked her slightly of her feet the strange blue lighting directly hit the stone. Sending her and sparks flying high into the air; a blue bubble of light expanding then contracting in a ear popping high pitched screech. A loud silence followed so in contrast that it was as different as night from day.
*~*
He opened his eyes in one of the most uncomfortable positions experienced and he'd had his fair share of really bad ones. Upside down; his neck nearly at right angle with the ground, back hard against a short wall with his legs hanging over to the other side above him. Counting slowly to three he used his hands to push against the rock dropping the bottom half of his body with more momentum than anticipated thumping himself face first onto the moist grass. Amazingly his glasses were still in place and in one piece.
"Is anyone else out there? Sam? Jack? Teal'c?" slowly he rolled onto his side looking around. "Great" he thought, "where in a grave yard."
"Tell me about it?" a voice startled him from behind. Rolling again he winced as his bruised body was dug into by what must be a hundred million little sharp stones who follow him just to be around for this occasion. He spotted Sam who was lying across Teal'c's middle that clearly had cushioned her fall.
"Are you guys okay?" he asked.
"Ye. What about you" Sam asked looking down at her mattress. Teal'c raised an eyebrow at her. "I would be better if I could stand up. Where is Colonel O'Neill?" Teal'c helped Sam up and then Daniel while she took stock of their environment.
"Where the hell are we? And where's Jack?" both men looked at each other and shrugged. She began calling to him over the radio's which they all wore but the lightening had fried them.
"The last thing I remember is a storm, grey lights and the Jack swearing." Daniel put forward giving Sam a hopeful look that she'd come up with some brilliant explanation for their current situation from that piece of information.
"I experienced the same." Teal'c responded.
"That doesn't tell us anything we don't know. Since we all landed together the colonel should be around here somewhere. We just need to regroup and then study the stone to work out what happen."
*~*
People talking invaded Willow's world making her head pound more. Without opening her eyes she catalogued all her body parts making sure they were all still there and that was the reason she hurt so much. Lying flat on her back she was surrounded by the smell of burnt feathers. My hair must be on fire, she thought. Realising what that meant, her eyes popped opened and sitting up with a cry started patting her hair down. It wasn't too bad; the ends being only slightly singed. However her cry had alerted the group to her presence and since she had no way to protect herself she started to crawl backwards. Since they came from a bolt of lightning with guns she kinda' guessed that they might not be friendly. As they started towards her she scrambled backwards faster hurting the palms of her hands in the process. The man with glasses raised his hands up motioning for his companions to stop as well as her. "We come in peace." he ventured causing the woman to shift her attention away from Willow to him.
"You can speak god knows how many languages and we greet a new culture with: 'We come in peace'?" unimpressed she tossed her head.
"Well you've had as much practise as I have at this. What would you like me to say? 'Would you like that super size?'"
She glared at him exasperated, continuing to smile at her he argued, "We don't have time for this right now. We've been pulled across time and space by a grey rock to another glowing grey rock and Jack can't be found. We really need to find out were we are and how we got here so we can get back."
The capable looking blonde scowled again, mumbling under her breath. During this inter change Willow had been edging backwards, suddenly looming over her was the tall silent one looking down menacingly. Offering his powerful looking arm to help her up he lifted his left eyebrow higher than she ever thought possible when she flinched at the movement. Instinctively knowing that he wasn't just going to retrench the offer she gulped putting her overly warm hand in his letting him pull her upright explaining.
"There is no need to be alarmed. My friends and I will not hurt you. We have been brought here against our will while exploring a plant which we travelled to from a place called earth by a device called a 'Stargate'. Which is being used by a race called the Goa'uld to rule the galaxy without mercy. They are false gods I once served but have now swore to destroy so all Jaffar' may be free."
Everyone just looked at him. Not sure what to say Willow answered weakly, "I'm Sparticus."
The one with the glasses stumbled over his feet to stand in front of her an intense frown on his face.
His eyes lit up. "It must be a hybrid between English and Latin. Perhaps using parts of stories as certain expressions." he said clicking his fingers together which could have been applause to his brilliance. The woman moved beside him anticipation on her face.
"Can you speak it?"
"I don…"
"Actually it's a movie with Kirk Douglas about him being this gladiator who revolted against the Romans so all slaves could be free." Willow interrupted.
The two talking stared at her confounded, "You're speaking English?" "You have Kirk Douglas?" they asked at once.
Willow nodded her head, "Obviously the grey stone you're talking about transported you to an alternative reality, which has similarities with your own. We better get out of here because if you were brought here against your will whoever brought you will be looking ….for you. Which in the present circumstances I don't think would be good. See?" she said hopefully knowing that because she was scared all those sentences came out as one without a breath in between.
"I'm sure your right." the man with the glasses answered. "I'm Dr. Daniel Jackson. This is Major Samantha Carter and this is Teal'c. The missing member of our team if Colonel Jack O'Neill. You haven't by any chance seen him?" she wagged her head no and while wiping his glasses, an action which made her like him immediately, he asked. "And you are…?"
"Willow" she supplied giving them her best 'you're from another dimension I hope I'm not making a really big mistake trusting you' smile.
"Why aren't you having any trouble believing us? We could be a bunch of crazies."
Willow laughed, "One; because you came out of a bolt of lighting. Two; I once had my own experience with alternative realities and thirdly; gut instinct."
"Pretty brave trusting that." Major Carter commented.
"A true warrior always knows the way." Teal'c answered for her.
"Ye anyway I'm not a warrior but a witch." looking hastily around she noticed for the first time how exposed they were. Until they has worked out what was going on the best thing to do was take them to the magic box and the scoodies. This certainly fell within the slayer jurisdiction.
*~*
"We better get moving. This place is a favourite spot for vampires." The fiery haired girl said setting of towards what must be the graveyard exit with the others standing still behind her. "What about our friend?" the major asked making Willow stop.
"As soon as we get to the magic shop I'll call some friends and sort out a search party."
"Why not call the authorities?" she continued.
Willow grimaced, "Around here they sorta' don't see anything which is out of the ordinary and if they do they'd explain it rationally. Meaning they'd lock us up in a padded cell and throw away the key."
She started moving again with Teal'c and Samantha in combat mode, none of them cared what the crazy girl had said was out there, she was scared and since this was her reality it was safer to follow her advice. What was perceived as a vampire in her culture could mean something different in ours. Daniel had replaced his glasses running a thousand possible explanations for the girl's use of references to the occult. Right, he thought, sure there were witches, vampires and werewolves all waiting to jump out and get them. Hearing a twig break he nervously looked around. Had it suddenly got darker?
A/N ~ okay so I stole the story as language thing from a star trek: the next generation episode. Were Picard gets stuck on his fierce planet with the captain of another race so they can do the whole male bonding thing and learn about each other but who cares.