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Chapter 6

Jack rolled out of the fireplace and stood up as gracefully as he could, an image that was ruined when he coughed, lifting soot from his face and shirt. "Holy crap!" he exclaimed, before looking around the room he was now in. The room was very comfortable looking, with huge portraits lining the wall on both sides, which seemed to be moving. As well, there were desks covered with small metallic trinkets, absolutely none of which Jack recognized.

"Please step to the side Colonel O'Neill." The only other person in the room asked. Jack did as he was asked, then studied the man in front of him. He was about Jack's height, but much older looking. His eyes twinkled behind half moon glasses, and his chin and actually a large part of his robe was obscured by a very long white beard. Other than the fact that he was wearing a blue robe with pinpoints of stars on it, he could have passed for Santa. As it was now, Jack decided that whether you believed in them or not, this man could be nothing other than a wizard. And even Jack, who had only a tiny exposure to magic, could feel the power radiating from this man's elderly frame.

Only a moment after Jack stepped away from the fireplace, Harry emerged, a fair bit more gracefully than Jack had. Ron, Hermione, Moody, and Tonks quickly followed him. Jack eyed Moody warily. He didn't much trust him after their initial introduction, and his constantly moving magical eye didn't help matters. "Okay, so I'm guessing you must be Dumbledore." Jack said, addressing the wizard who was currently sitting in a chair that looked to rival General Hammonds in comfort, behind a large and yet still overburdened desk.

Dumbledore smiled and nodded. "And you must be the man who took a stunning spell square in the chest and stayed standing."

Jack rocked forward and back on his toes Simpson style and proudly answered. "Mm-hmm."

Moody shot a glare at Jack. "I don't quite understand it myself, I tried to wipe his memory, and nothing happened. I tried to stun him, and all he did was take a step back then shoot something back, some kind of muggle weapon I've never seen before."

"Hey," Jack said defensively, "you started it."

"Colonel, please." Dumbledore said lightly. "Do you know why you are able to withstand a stunning spell?"

Jack shrugged. "Well, not entirely. I suspect it has something to do with my advanced DNA. Apparently I'm just a half step higher than everyone else on the evolutionary ladder."

"You said you recover from a, uh, what was the word again?" Tonks asked.

"A zat." Jack said, pulling his out to show them, and popping it open Hermione raised an eyebrow at the fact that it opened, but remained silent.. "One shot usually knocks someone out, but I can recover a lot faster, usually I'm only down for a few seconds."

"And you think this ability would change how magic affects you?" Dumbledore asked.

"Well, I'm not going to pretend to be an expert, or well, smart or anything, but energy is energy right?" Jack rationalized. "I mean magic or electric, it's all about how fast your body can get rid of it, or use it, or you know, whatever."

Dumbledore pondered. "Fascinating. I must say I've never heard of a human with any kind of resistance to magic. You are truly unique, Colonel."

"Yeah well I get that a lot." Jack said, smiling a little. "So I think the question, what now?"

"Well it seems that we cannot keep the wizarding world a secret from you." Dumbledore replied, "so perhaps it is better that you were fully informed, however I ask at this time that you keep this a secret, even from your closest friends and family."

Jack shrugged. "Ah, they'd probably just think all those years of battle stress had finally gotten to me anyway."

Dumbledore nodded. "Alright then. I'm afraid that the wizarding world is entering a dark time, Colonel. An old enemy has once again risen, and the wizarding world is at the beginnings of what could be a bloody and costly war. The enemy, a powerful dark wizard who calls himself Voldemort, is ruthless, evil, and quite possibly insane. There is only one person who has ever defeated him."

"Let me guess," Jack ventured, "he's dead now, right?"

"Actually no. The person who defeated Voldemort is in fact standing in this very room. Colonel O'Neill, the boy standing beside you is in fact Harry Potter, the boy who lived."

~~~~~~~

Daniel dropped himself next to Buffy as she gazed out the window, looking at the Earth from their altitude of 30 miles up. "Of all the things I've done, I never imagined I'd be looking down on the Earth from space. Kind of reminds me what we're fighting for." Buffy said softly.

Daniel smiled at her. "Yeah it seems to have that effect. Oh, and not to burst your bubble, but we're not actually in space, just on the edge."

Buffy swatted him lightly. "Whatever. So what's your deal anyway? You don't seem like the military type."

"Well I'm not really." Daniel answered honestly. "I got recruited at the very beginning, in fact I was the one who figured out how to make the Stargate work. Then I traveled to Abydos, and kind of accidentally got married."

"Oh." Buffy said disappointedly. "I didn't think that's the kind of thing you could accidentally do."

"Well the culture there was a lot different." Daniel explained. "Anyways, we killed a Goa'uld named Ra, then I stayed on Abydos for a year, until the Goa'uld came back. They took my wife, Sha're, and her brother Skaara as hosts."

Buffy nodded. "I know what that feels like. Over the years a few of my friends have been made vampires."

"Anyway for the next few years I searched for them, until one day I found Sha're. The Goa'uld in her almost killed me before my friend Teal'c stepped n and killed her. A little after that we succeeded in freeing Skaara, and since then I've just been fighting to stop the Goa'uld. Well, that's the short version of the story anyways, there are a lot of things I left out, like the alternate dimensions, and all the times we saved the world, and the times I died."

"Hey me too!" Buffy said, happy to find something she had in common. "How many times have you died?"

"Umm, three. Well four if you include that one time everyone thought I was dead and sold all my stuff." Daniel answered.

Buffy winced. "Ouch, that hurts."

"Yeah it was annoying. They even sold my apartment." Daniel said with a smile. "So you've died more than once?"

Buffy nodded. "I'm the Slayer that just won't stay dead. My friend Xander revived me once with CPR, and then later I was dead for three months before my friend Willow brought me back with some powerful magic."

"Your friend brought you back with magic?" Daniel asked skeptically.

Buffy smiled and nodded. "Uh huh."

Daniel shook his head. "Man, Sam is not going to like you guys."

"Who's Sam?" Buffy asked.

"She's the genius on base." Daniel explained. "Plus she's a good soldier too. She, umm, doesn't like things that she can't explain."

Before Daniel could explain further, Dawn got everyone's attention with her comment. "Oh! Look, we're landing." Everyone looked out the front windshield, where the craft was now descending over Colorado Springs, headed to a small landing pad marked with blinking lights on the corners. The ship set down lightly then shut off its' engines. The door whooshed open and Daniel got to his feet. "Okay everyone," he addressed, "welcome to Stargate Command."

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Jack leaned back in his chair. "Whoa. That's a pretty heavy story. Sounds like you guys are in the same boat as us."

Dumbledore nodded. "I regret that Anubis' attack could not have come at a worse time. On one side, the war against Anubis will not doubt have an effect on the wizarding community, and on the other, the war with Voldemort will no doubt cause muggle casualties."

Jack leant forward. "Well don't you think that maybe we can help each other here? I mean, Harry's spell worked pretty damn good on that Ashrak, and my ability to take magical hits has to make me valuable to you guys. Why not ally?"

Dumbledore shook his head. "For thousands of years the magical community has remained isolated. None of our politicians would think it viable."

"Yeah?" Jack countered. "Might change their opinions a bit when a bunch of wizards are killed by a freakin mothership bombing London!"

"Good point." Dumbledore conceded. "Colonel, you have to understand though that the men in charge are, well, how shall I put this-"

"They're stubborn fools with their heads up their arses. It took them a year to even acknowledge the return of Voldemort." Moody interjected.

"That's one way of putting it, yes." Dumbledore said nodding.

"Come on, there has to be something we can offer that would make it seem worthwhile." Jack reasoned.

"Your weapon." Hermione said. "It works here?"

Jack pulled out the zat and popped it open. "Anything in here you don't need?" Jack asked Dumbledore.

Dumbledore pulled out a drinking glass. "I'm sure I can do without this."

Jack took aim and fired three times. Three distinct blasts came from the weapon, and after all three blue bolts struck the glass, it vanished.

"Remarkable." Dumbledore said. "I must say I've never seen anything like that, at least not built by muggles. And it works here."

Jack shrugged. "Yeah, so?"

"The concentration of magic here is so high that normally computer chips and electronics don't work here." Hermione explained. "It just sort of, shorts out."

"Well this is a snakehead weapon." Jack said. "It doesn't have any computer chips. It's all crystals. All their stuff, and most of our new stuff, is all based on crystals now."

"So with these weapons, we could defend to school from both magical and non-magical attack without any of the forbidden curses.." Dumbledore said thoughtfully. "Add that to your immunity, and you become an incredible asset."

"Yeah but like I said these are snakehead weapons." Jack replied. "That means if they attack you they have 'em too. You gonna be able to stun a whole army of Anubis' troops?"

"No." Dumbledore confessed. "Which means that this may be the bargaining power we need. Colonel, would you show me how to use that?"

~~~~~~~

Buffy, Faith, Robin, and the Scoobies sat at the briefing room table above the embarkation room, though the blast doors were closed so none of them could actually see the Stargate. General Hammond and Daniel were at the front of the table, overlooking the assembled group.

"First of all, welcome to Stargate Command." Hammond started. "I'm Major General Hammond, commander of the SGC. Now from what Daniel tells me, and to be honest I'm not sure I believe it, you've all proved yourselves capable in combat. However, fighting the Goa'uld will be a different kind of combat, and you'll have to be trained as such. We're going to start with a skills evaluation that will take place over the next few days, assessing your fitness, fighting skills, and decision making skills. I've got a schedule here for you." Daniel walked around the table and handed everyone a folder.

"What about finding the other Slayers?" Giles asked.

"Since the training is voluntary, any who do not wish to participate can focus on finding the Slayers. We have several of the transport ships that brought you here, and they are capable of transporting you to any location in a matter of minutes." Hammond explained. "Unless they are being used, you'll have full access to them."

"You know, this seems too easy." Buffy said suspiciously. "I mean, you don't even necessarily believe us, but you're willing to give full training and resources? Why?"

Hammond smiled. "I have learned over the years not to second guess Doctor Jackson. His intuition has saved people and even the planet several times. To quote his commanding officer, although he can be a pain, he's usually right. If Doctor Jackson believes this is important, then he has my full support. Now, I suggest you decide amongst yourselves who will be training, and who will be finding Slayers and get some sleep. Your assessment begins at 0930 tomorrow."

As the group got up to leave, Hammond looked at Xander. "Mr. Harris is it?"

Xander turned and looked surprised that he was getting attention. "Uh, yeah?"

"Doctor Jackson will take you to the inifirmary. Perhaps we can help you with your eye."

"Unless you can grow me a new one, I doubt it." Xander said.

Hammond smiled. "I think you'll find we have an impressive facility. YO might be surprised."

Xander shrugged. "Yeah why not? Lead the way Doctor Jackson."

~~~~~~~

Buffy had gathered Dawn, Andrew, Willow and Giles in her room. "Okay guys, we need to talk."

"What about?" Dawn asked.

"About what you guys will be doing here." Buffy replied. "Andrew, no offense, but you're terrible at fighting."

Andrew looked down. "I know, but I've played a lot of shooting games, maybe I'll be better at this."

"Well, I was going to suggest that you could help in another way." Buffy offered. "You're pretty smart right? Maybe you can work in the labs here."

Andrew brightened. "Hey, I never thought of that. Doctor Andrew, the brilliant scientist. Has a nice ring to it."

"Yeah, much better than Andrew the cowering wuss boy." Dawn added.

"Dawn, you're not doing the training either. You're going to school." Buffy ordered.

"What?! Come on Buffy, I help save the world and this is the thanks I get? You ship me away to prison?"

"I'm not shipping you away." Buffy replied. "But it's important that you finish your school."

"What if this school has a hellmouth under it too?" Dawn demanded. "You'll just be sending me into danger. Nope, better I stay here on the base and learn to use machine guns. Come on, this is like the coolest thing we've ever got to do!"

Giles sighed. "Leave it to the Slayer's sister to think learning to kill aliens is cool."

"Buffy, let me do the training." Dawn said seriously. "Even if I don't go help fight, I should know how. Plus if you don't I'll kick you in the shins every opportunity I get, and, and, I'll bug you till your hair turns grey."

Buffy sighed. "Fine, you can do the training, until school starts. Then you have to go."

Dawn huffed. "I guess that's okay, I guess."

Buffy turned to Giles and Willow. "You two are-"

"Yes yes, we're finding the Slayers." Giles finished. "I'd rather expected we'd be doing that."

"Good, cuz guns and Willow don't mix." Willow said, relieved. "I'll just find the other Slayers, you know, away from the guns."

"Okay good." Buffy said. "Let's get some sleep then. Sounds like we have a long day tomorrow."

~~~~~~~

Dr. Frasier put down her penlight. "Well Mr. Harris, I think we can help you. You're very lucky."

"Yes, if you can call having your eye gouged out by an insane preacher lucky." Xander replied.

Dr. Frasier shook her head. "I mean if you had gotten here a couple of days later, I may not have been able to help you. Fortunately the scar tissue hasn't completely formed, so we can probably replace the eye."

"Okay, since when?" Xander asked. "Cuz unless it's within the last couple of days I'm thinking Sunnydale health care was pretty sub-par."

"A few months ago we required a piece of technology." Frasier replied. "It was the fountain of youth. We've used it to build a regenerative machine similar to one used by the Goa'uld, except not as powerful. In order to avoid the negative effects we had to lessen the power. It can't bring you back from the dead, but it should be able to fix your eye. If you'll just follow me we'll get started."

Xander shrugged. "Eh, I've heard weirder." Then he got off the examination table and followed Frasier to another room, one that was completely white.

End chap 6

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