Title: Psycho Factor (2/?)
Author: Cyclone
Feedback: Please be gentle.
Distribution: Gimme credit and a link. Plus, archived at http://fanfiction.net/profile.php?userid=62966 or http://fanfiction.net/~cyclone
Rating: I'm gonna go say PG.
Spoilers: Up to Chosen of BtVS and somewhere in season seven of SG-1.
Disclaimer: The characters depicted herein belong to other people. I'm just borrowing them for a while.
Summary: This SGC is powerless as Major Carter's sanity hangs in the balance. Sequel to Blind Date.
Author's Note: Okay, this particular 'ship's been battering itself around in my head for a long time now.
* * *
"Nothing?" Xander sputtered.
"Nothing," Willow shook her head. "I mean, there's traces of it at the hospital you mentioned, but that's the infection. Unless someone's concealing it magically, there isn't a glark guhl kashma'nik within a hundred miles."
"Damn it!" Xander muttered as he paced the room. "Something fishy's going on here, Will. Okay, can you dig up some info for me on someone?"
"Sure," the redhead replied, getting up and popping open her laptop. "Who?"
"Daniel Jackson."
"That's a pretty common name, Xander."
"In the Air Force," Xander said, then paused and amended, "No, wait, working _with_ the Air Force. Look for guys with PhDs. He reminds me of Giles."
"Uh huh," Willow said as she worked her entirely non-magical magic. After a moment, she pointed, "This him?"
Xander looked at the picture and nodded, "Yeah, that's him."
"Daniel Jackson," Willow murmured as she read the information, "PhD in archaeology and anthropology, got laughed out of the community over some radical ideas."
Xander frowned in confusion, "He's an _archaeologist_?" His eye widened, "Oh, crap."
* * *
Daniel knocked on the door.
"It's open!" came the muffled voice.
The archaeologist entered the apartment slowly. Xander didn't _sound_ like someone who needed to talk, so why...?
"Turn around, slowly."
Daniel turned, then raised his hands placatingly at the loaded crossbow Xander was pointing at him.
"So, Doctor Jackson, mind explaining how an archaeologist is working on 'deep space radar telemetry'?"
* * *
Author's Note:
Y'know, if this were a TV episode, a commercial would go right about here.
But since I'm not getting paid for this and can't legally sell advertising space, I'll settle for interrupting the 'fic and annoying you for a few seconds with this otherwise utterly pointless author's note.
:-P
* * *
"I-I can explain that," Daniel said quickly. "You see, that... that... that... really is a lousy cover, isn't it? Uhh..."
"I know it has something to do with Sam's condition."
"Well, the thing is, it's kind of hard to believe."
"You'd be surprised what I'd believe," Xander shot back dryly. "I know you can't be working on deep space radar telemetry, not with your credentials."
Daniel sighed, "W-well, it _is_ deep space, just... not radar telemetry."
"Does it have something to do with the aliens that built the pyramids?" came a third, female voice.
They turned, and the redhead looked at Daniel, "I read your articles, Doctor Jackson, the ones everyone discredited. I'm right, aren't I?"
"I think we should sit down," Daniel suggested.
*Jack's gonna kill me for this.*
* * *
"Sounds like that awful TV show, Wormhole X-Treme," Xander muttered. "Please tell me you're not really like that."
"No, no, of course not," Daniel immediately replied. "We're not that... cheesy."
Willow, meanwhile, was logging on to "Demons, Demons, Demons" and bringing up the entry on the glark guhl kashma'nik.
"Is this it?"
"Uh, yeah," Daniel nodded, surprised. "Yeah, that's it." His mind went into overdrive again, and he nodded again in dawning realization, "Of course! If the Goa'uld were behind the legend of the Egyptian gods, then other aliens would be behind tales of demons and other creatures."
"Bzzt! That _is_ a demon. Demons are real," Xander said. He looked at Willow, "Can you summon one so we can get the antidote?"
Willow shook her head. "I don't know. Maybe. Summoning's not really my strong point, remember?"
"Antidote?" Daniel asked.
"Yeah," Xander replied. "We ran into one before. It's got some long-term crazy juice in its stingers. Conveniently, its also got an antidote in there too."
"Oh," Daniel nodded, then frowned. Okay, he was pretty open-minded about the whole magic and summoning concept, but... "Wait, you're gonna... bring one here? To Earth? Wh-what if it gets loose? I mean, I get it. Sam's your girlfriend, but maybe-..."
"Wait, wait. She's your girlfriend?" Willow interrupted, looking at Xander in disbelief.
"What?" Xander protested, a little hurt. "Can't I have a girlfriend? You have one."
"Has she tried to kill you yet?"
"Willow!"
Daniel held up an index finger, "Actually..."
Xander glared
Daniel coughed, "Um, anyway, wouldn't it be better to let the... uh, let us handle it? At least that way, it can't get loose on Earth."
Xander snorted, "You aren't equipped to deal with something like this. Believe me, we've seen what happens when the government tries its hand at demon-hunting. It wasn't pretty."
Daniel blinked, "Y-y-you have?"
"Yeah," Willow nodded. "It got pretty ugly."
*Who _are_ these people?* Daniel wondered.
* * *
Author's Postscript:
Perhaps this wasn't the best plotline to use. I can't get any Sam/Xander in here! *cries*
Oh, well. I'll make up for it next time.
Author: Cyclone
Feedback: Please be gentle.
Distribution: Gimme credit and a link. Plus, archived at http://fanfiction.net/profile.php?userid=62966 or http://fanfiction.net/~cyclone
Rating: I'm gonna go say PG.
Spoilers: Up to Chosen of BtVS and somewhere in season seven of SG-1.
Disclaimer: The characters depicted herein belong to other people. I'm just borrowing them for a while.
Summary: This SGC is powerless as Major Carter's sanity hangs in the balance. Sequel to Blind Date.
Author's Note: Okay, this particular 'ship's been battering itself around in my head for a long time now.
* * *
"Nothing?" Xander sputtered.
"Nothing," Willow shook her head. "I mean, there's traces of it at the hospital you mentioned, but that's the infection. Unless someone's concealing it magically, there isn't a glark guhl kashma'nik within a hundred miles."
"Damn it!" Xander muttered as he paced the room. "Something fishy's going on here, Will. Okay, can you dig up some info for me on someone?"
"Sure," the redhead replied, getting up and popping open her laptop. "Who?"
"Daniel Jackson."
"That's a pretty common name, Xander."
"In the Air Force," Xander said, then paused and amended, "No, wait, working _with_ the Air Force. Look for guys with PhDs. He reminds me of Giles."
"Uh huh," Willow said as she worked her entirely non-magical magic. After a moment, she pointed, "This him?"
Xander looked at the picture and nodded, "Yeah, that's him."
"Daniel Jackson," Willow murmured as she read the information, "PhD in archaeology and anthropology, got laughed out of the community over some radical ideas."
Xander frowned in confusion, "He's an _archaeologist_?" His eye widened, "Oh, crap."
* * *
Daniel knocked on the door.
"It's open!" came the muffled voice.
The archaeologist entered the apartment slowly. Xander didn't _sound_ like someone who needed to talk, so why...?
"Turn around, slowly."
Daniel turned, then raised his hands placatingly at the loaded crossbow Xander was pointing at him.
"So, Doctor Jackson, mind explaining how an archaeologist is working on 'deep space radar telemetry'?"
* * *
Author's Note:
Y'know, if this were a TV episode, a commercial would go right about here.
But since I'm not getting paid for this and can't legally sell advertising space, I'll settle for interrupting the 'fic and annoying you for a few seconds with this otherwise utterly pointless author's note.
:-P
* * *
"I-I can explain that," Daniel said quickly. "You see, that... that... that... really is a lousy cover, isn't it? Uhh..."
"I know it has something to do with Sam's condition."
"Well, the thing is, it's kind of hard to believe."
"You'd be surprised what I'd believe," Xander shot back dryly. "I know you can't be working on deep space radar telemetry, not with your credentials."
Daniel sighed, "W-well, it _is_ deep space, just... not radar telemetry."
"Does it have something to do with the aliens that built the pyramids?" came a third, female voice.
They turned, and the redhead looked at Daniel, "I read your articles, Doctor Jackson, the ones everyone discredited. I'm right, aren't I?"
"I think we should sit down," Daniel suggested.
*Jack's gonna kill me for this.*
* * *
"Sounds like that awful TV show, Wormhole X-Treme," Xander muttered. "Please tell me you're not really like that."
"No, no, of course not," Daniel immediately replied. "We're not that... cheesy."
Willow, meanwhile, was logging on to "Demons, Demons, Demons" and bringing up the entry on the glark guhl kashma'nik.
"Is this it?"
"Uh, yeah," Daniel nodded, surprised. "Yeah, that's it." His mind went into overdrive again, and he nodded again in dawning realization, "Of course! If the Goa'uld were behind the legend of the Egyptian gods, then other aliens would be behind tales of demons and other creatures."
"Bzzt! That _is_ a demon. Demons are real," Xander said. He looked at Willow, "Can you summon one so we can get the antidote?"
Willow shook her head. "I don't know. Maybe. Summoning's not really my strong point, remember?"
"Antidote?" Daniel asked.
"Yeah," Xander replied. "We ran into one before. It's got some long-term crazy juice in its stingers. Conveniently, its also got an antidote in there too."
"Oh," Daniel nodded, then frowned. Okay, he was pretty open-minded about the whole magic and summoning concept, but... "Wait, you're gonna... bring one here? To Earth? Wh-what if it gets loose? I mean, I get it. Sam's your girlfriend, but maybe-..."
"Wait, wait. She's your girlfriend?" Willow interrupted, looking at Xander in disbelief.
"What?" Xander protested, a little hurt. "Can't I have a girlfriend? You have one."
"Has she tried to kill you yet?"
"Willow!"
Daniel held up an index finger, "Actually..."
Xander glared
Daniel coughed, "Um, anyway, wouldn't it be better to let the... uh, let us handle it? At least that way, it can't get loose on Earth."
Xander snorted, "You aren't equipped to deal with something like this. Believe me, we've seen what happens when the government tries its hand at demon-hunting. It wasn't pretty."
Daniel blinked, "Y-y-you have?"
"Yeah," Willow nodded. "It got pretty ugly."
*Who _are_ these people?* Daniel wondered.
* * *
Author's Postscript:
Perhaps this wasn't the best plotline to use. I can't get any Sam/Xander in here! *cries*
Oh, well. I'll make up for it next time.