Title: Unlikely Heroes
Author: Knife Hand
Feedback: Constructive feedback appreciated, flames unappreciated
Spoilers: First Three Series of Buffy the Vampire Slayer. At Least up until Right Of Passage in Stargate SG1.
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: I do not own Buffy or SG1. I would buy them but I am broke.
Summary: Two young adults with a White Knight complex find each other during their cross country road trips. Buffy the Vampire Slayer and Stargate SG1 crossover.
AN: Thanks to the friend who gave me this idea to work on. Appreciate it.
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Cassie Frasier pulled her car into the only motel in the small town of Oxnard. She was exhausted after a long day of driving, and knew she had to check in with her mother, Janet. It had taken Cassie months of nagging to get her mother to allow her to leave Colorado Springs to see America. In the end it had taken Colonel O'Neil's intervention to convince Janet and Major Samantha Carter to allow her to explore the roads of America alone.
The argument that it could not be more dangerous that the town where the most Goa'uld attacks were aimed had not hurt either. She had now spent over two months on the road, meandering across the country, and had now reached sunny California. After checking in with Janet, and discovering another failed Goa'uld plot to destroy the SGC, Cassie decided to get a few hours rest and then explore the night life of sleepy Oxnard.
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Xander stepped out of Hell. Well, what Hell would be like if it was called The Fabulous Ladies Nightclub. He looked down at his hands and shuddered, he would only have to wash dishes for the next fifty years to pay for the repairs to his rust bucket on wheels that used to be called a car.
As he walked down the sparsely illuminated street that lead to the only motel in town, Xander kept his eyes open and a hand nervously hovering around his pocket, three years of Hellmouth patrols had made him nervous about the undead.
"I don't like Vampires. I'm gonna go out on a limb and say they're bad." He remembered saying when he had first learnt of Vampires.
As he neared the motel, Xander heard a scream and immediately ran to help out, acting on instinct. Xander ran into the alleyway and saw a young woman being attacked by a vampire, she was desperately trying to push it away as it tried to feed, keeping its fangs from her neck.
'Fledglings.' Xander thought with disgust as he quickly stepped up behind the Vampire and staked it in the heart.
As the vampire turned to dust, the young woman lost her balance and fell, being caught by Xander on her way down. Xander looked at the young woman in concern, pushing aside her brownish blond hair to look for bite marks and quickly checked her for other injuries. After a few seconds her eyes open, revealing dark green orbs that have seen much pain and suffering, reminiscent of Xander's own dark hazel eyes. Xander immediately helped the young woman to her feet.
"Hey. My name's Xander." He said with a grin.
"Cassie. What was that thing and why did it turn to dust?" She asked.
"Um. That's a long story. Where you staying?" Xander responded.
"Oxnard Motel." Cassie replied.
Xander just nodded and walked them both, Cassie still in slight shock and leaning on him, to the motel. As it turned out, they had adjacent rooms, so Xander lead Cassie into her room and they sat on the bed as Xander explained about Vampires, which Cassie took surprisingly well.
'Wow. I never heard of Vampires before but they can't be worse than the Goa'uld.' Was her first thought, her second being, 'Sounds like Sunnydale has been attacked more times than the SGC.' Followed closely by, 'Theses people are amazing. I want to help them.'
"I want to help. Teach me." Cassie said, taking Xander by surprise.
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Xander looked over at the resting form of Cassie and let out a contented sigh. Over the last six weeks, they had trained together, and had brought out the best in each other. Xander taught Cassie all he had learnt from a lifetime on the Hellmouth and three years battle experience against Sunnydale's nocturnal inhabitants, plus all the things he had picked up in years of watching Buffy training.
Cassie helped Xander access the soldier memories by training with the array of guns and such she had managed to con out of Colonel O'Neil for the trip and the training she had received from the members of the SGC, which ranged from medical from her mother and lingual/historical from Dr. Jackson to firearms from Major Carter and Colonel O'Neil and unarmed training from Colonel O'Neil and Teal'c. Teal'c had also taught her how to use Zatguns, as Colonel O'Neil called them, and how to use staff weapons, both to fire and like a quarterstaff.
Cassie had managed to convince SG1 to teach her to fight in case she was around when the SGC was under attack, although they made her promise to keep to the back of the fighting. When she had gone on this road trip, she had never thought that she would actually need to use the weaponry.
About a week after they had met, one of the male strippers at The Fabulous Ladies Nightclub had called in sick and Xander had to fill in. Under Xander's trademark baggy clothing, he actually had a lean physique, a by- product of so much physical punishment over the years from bullies and vampires, much to the lady customer's delight. After two shifts, they had enough money to travel with ample for supplies and weapons. They had sold the rust bucket that Xander had called a car and taken off around southern California, taking out any threats they came across and avoiding any big cities.
They would usually roll into town late in the afternoon and check into a cheep motel. The first night would be spent planing the scouting trip to learn the town's layout that would occur the next day. The first day would be spent scouting the town under the guise of tourists or normal visitors, or even as a young married couple. That night they would perform a preliminary sweep of the town for any indications or possible nests of undead.
They would usually stay in town a few days, more if there were a lot of nocturnal inhabitants. They would either go out to be seen or train during from about 10 am to 3pm then they would rest before spending most of the night patrolling, returning at about 1am to sleep until it was 10am again. If there was absolutely no evidence of Vampiric or Demonic activity, then they would mostly relax with some training to keep their skills up.
They were currently in another flyspeck town, having arrived only a few hours ago. Xander's eyes left Cassie and glanced out the window into the growing darkness, then back to the task at hand. Xander checked the edge again and ran the whetstone over the sword blade once more. Satisfied that the sword was sharp, Xander began to polish it. Xander quietly thanked the alternative version of himself who had provided the soldier memories.
The alternate version of Xander had grown up in New York, and as a child had loved the old Samurai movies, so when he had turned ten, he had pestered his farther for sword lessons. He practiced for years under the careful tutelage of a Japanese Sword master who was delighted to see his vigilance and dedication. When he joined the Army and was posted to the quiet town of Sunnydale, he kept up his sword practice, it became a novelty of the base.
Xander found this out when, in the third town they stopped at, he found a dojo. They entered and were welcomed by the owner who said they could look around. When Xander picked up a katana off the walls, it somehow felt right in his hands. When he let go to his instincts in that first demonstration, making sure no one was in danger, Xander showed a fair amount of skill, but he could not consciously tap into it.
By the end of the five day stay in that town, Xander had become proficient at consciously using the blade and was given it by the Dojo owner, who had said it would do more good in his hands than hanging on the walls in the Dojo.
Xander finished polishing the Katana and put it back in its sheath. Rising from the chair by the window, he moved to the bed and lay down beside Cassie, wrapping an arm protectively around her and taking comfort in her presence.
'I don't think we'll be here longer than two days. It just doesn't feel evil enough.' Xander thought to himself before sleep claimed him.
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Xander and Cassie had stopped at a small diner at an intersection. Cassie had gone inside to get them some lunch and drinks while Xander laid out the map on the hood. Cassie came out of the diner and put a Coke down next to Xander, who kissed her lightly, just behind the ear. They had been hunting together for almost five months and they had ended up in northern Arizona, they had also gotten very close and had stoped pretending to date while scouting towns and they had become actual dates, if slightly odd ones. Xander took a swig of the Coke and looked back at the map.
"Ok, if we head that way," Xander said pointing West, "We'll end up back in California and probably Sunnydale. If we head that way, (now pointing East) we are going to end up in Colorado and probably Colorado Springs."
"Interesting choice, the Hellmouth or the SGC. Can't we just drive till we reach, oh say, Maine? Get as far away as possible." Cassie said, only half joking.
Cassie had ended up telling Xander about the SGC after she had accidentally let slip about the Goa'uld while talking on the phone to her mother while Xander was in the room, this fact unknown to Janet. Now they had no secrets from each other, Cassie even telling Xander how she had come to be on Earth and while they may wish to just drive until they reached somewhere no one knew them and they could live in piece, they both knew that they would feel guilty, the had a need to help and they could not just ignore what they knew to be out there. After a discussion, they made their decision, pulling the car out from the curb and heading down one of the two roads, one of them was headed home.
TBC.
Author: Knife Hand
Feedback: Constructive feedback appreciated, flames unappreciated
Spoilers: First Three Series of Buffy the Vampire Slayer. At Least up until Right Of Passage in Stargate SG1.
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: I do not own Buffy or SG1. I would buy them but I am broke.
Summary: Two young adults with a White Knight complex find each other during their cross country road trips. Buffy the Vampire Slayer and Stargate SG1 crossover.
AN: Thanks to the friend who gave me this idea to work on. Appreciate it.
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Cassie Frasier pulled her car into the only motel in the small town of Oxnard. She was exhausted after a long day of driving, and knew she had to check in with her mother, Janet. It had taken Cassie months of nagging to get her mother to allow her to leave Colorado Springs to see America. In the end it had taken Colonel O'Neil's intervention to convince Janet and Major Samantha Carter to allow her to explore the roads of America alone.
The argument that it could not be more dangerous that the town where the most Goa'uld attacks were aimed had not hurt either. She had now spent over two months on the road, meandering across the country, and had now reached sunny California. After checking in with Janet, and discovering another failed Goa'uld plot to destroy the SGC, Cassie decided to get a few hours rest and then explore the night life of sleepy Oxnard.
********
Xander stepped out of Hell. Well, what Hell would be like if it was called The Fabulous Ladies Nightclub. He looked down at his hands and shuddered, he would only have to wash dishes for the next fifty years to pay for the repairs to his rust bucket on wheels that used to be called a car.
As he walked down the sparsely illuminated street that lead to the only motel in town, Xander kept his eyes open and a hand nervously hovering around his pocket, three years of Hellmouth patrols had made him nervous about the undead.
"I don't like Vampires. I'm gonna go out on a limb and say they're bad." He remembered saying when he had first learnt of Vampires.
As he neared the motel, Xander heard a scream and immediately ran to help out, acting on instinct. Xander ran into the alleyway and saw a young woman being attacked by a vampire, she was desperately trying to push it away as it tried to feed, keeping its fangs from her neck.
'Fledglings.' Xander thought with disgust as he quickly stepped up behind the Vampire and staked it in the heart.
As the vampire turned to dust, the young woman lost her balance and fell, being caught by Xander on her way down. Xander looked at the young woman in concern, pushing aside her brownish blond hair to look for bite marks and quickly checked her for other injuries. After a few seconds her eyes open, revealing dark green orbs that have seen much pain and suffering, reminiscent of Xander's own dark hazel eyes. Xander immediately helped the young woman to her feet.
"Hey. My name's Xander." He said with a grin.
"Cassie. What was that thing and why did it turn to dust?" She asked.
"Um. That's a long story. Where you staying?" Xander responded.
"Oxnard Motel." Cassie replied.
Xander just nodded and walked them both, Cassie still in slight shock and leaning on him, to the motel. As it turned out, they had adjacent rooms, so Xander lead Cassie into her room and they sat on the bed as Xander explained about Vampires, which Cassie took surprisingly well.
'Wow. I never heard of Vampires before but they can't be worse than the Goa'uld.' Was her first thought, her second being, 'Sounds like Sunnydale has been attacked more times than the SGC.' Followed closely by, 'Theses people are amazing. I want to help them.'
"I want to help. Teach me." Cassie said, taking Xander by surprise.
********
Xander looked over at the resting form of Cassie and let out a contented sigh. Over the last six weeks, they had trained together, and had brought out the best in each other. Xander taught Cassie all he had learnt from a lifetime on the Hellmouth and three years battle experience against Sunnydale's nocturnal inhabitants, plus all the things he had picked up in years of watching Buffy training.
Cassie helped Xander access the soldier memories by training with the array of guns and such she had managed to con out of Colonel O'Neil for the trip and the training she had received from the members of the SGC, which ranged from medical from her mother and lingual/historical from Dr. Jackson to firearms from Major Carter and Colonel O'Neil and unarmed training from Colonel O'Neil and Teal'c. Teal'c had also taught her how to use Zatguns, as Colonel O'Neil called them, and how to use staff weapons, both to fire and like a quarterstaff.
Cassie had managed to convince SG1 to teach her to fight in case she was around when the SGC was under attack, although they made her promise to keep to the back of the fighting. When she had gone on this road trip, she had never thought that she would actually need to use the weaponry.
About a week after they had met, one of the male strippers at The Fabulous Ladies Nightclub had called in sick and Xander had to fill in. Under Xander's trademark baggy clothing, he actually had a lean physique, a by- product of so much physical punishment over the years from bullies and vampires, much to the lady customer's delight. After two shifts, they had enough money to travel with ample for supplies and weapons. They had sold the rust bucket that Xander had called a car and taken off around southern California, taking out any threats they came across and avoiding any big cities.
They would usually roll into town late in the afternoon and check into a cheep motel. The first night would be spent planing the scouting trip to learn the town's layout that would occur the next day. The first day would be spent scouting the town under the guise of tourists or normal visitors, or even as a young married couple. That night they would perform a preliminary sweep of the town for any indications or possible nests of undead.
They would usually stay in town a few days, more if there were a lot of nocturnal inhabitants. They would either go out to be seen or train during from about 10 am to 3pm then they would rest before spending most of the night patrolling, returning at about 1am to sleep until it was 10am again. If there was absolutely no evidence of Vampiric or Demonic activity, then they would mostly relax with some training to keep their skills up.
They were currently in another flyspeck town, having arrived only a few hours ago. Xander's eyes left Cassie and glanced out the window into the growing darkness, then back to the task at hand. Xander checked the edge again and ran the whetstone over the sword blade once more. Satisfied that the sword was sharp, Xander began to polish it. Xander quietly thanked the alternative version of himself who had provided the soldier memories.
The alternate version of Xander had grown up in New York, and as a child had loved the old Samurai movies, so when he had turned ten, he had pestered his farther for sword lessons. He practiced for years under the careful tutelage of a Japanese Sword master who was delighted to see his vigilance and dedication. When he joined the Army and was posted to the quiet town of Sunnydale, he kept up his sword practice, it became a novelty of the base.
Xander found this out when, in the third town they stopped at, he found a dojo. They entered and were welcomed by the owner who said they could look around. When Xander picked up a katana off the walls, it somehow felt right in his hands. When he let go to his instincts in that first demonstration, making sure no one was in danger, Xander showed a fair amount of skill, but he could not consciously tap into it.
By the end of the five day stay in that town, Xander had become proficient at consciously using the blade and was given it by the Dojo owner, who had said it would do more good in his hands than hanging on the walls in the Dojo.
Xander finished polishing the Katana and put it back in its sheath. Rising from the chair by the window, he moved to the bed and lay down beside Cassie, wrapping an arm protectively around her and taking comfort in her presence.
'I don't think we'll be here longer than two days. It just doesn't feel evil enough.' Xander thought to himself before sleep claimed him.
********
Xander and Cassie had stopped at a small diner at an intersection. Cassie had gone inside to get them some lunch and drinks while Xander laid out the map on the hood. Cassie came out of the diner and put a Coke down next to Xander, who kissed her lightly, just behind the ear. They had been hunting together for almost five months and they had ended up in northern Arizona, they had also gotten very close and had stoped pretending to date while scouting towns and they had become actual dates, if slightly odd ones. Xander took a swig of the Coke and looked back at the map.
"Ok, if we head that way," Xander said pointing West, "We'll end up back in California and probably Sunnydale. If we head that way, (now pointing East) we are going to end up in Colorado and probably Colorado Springs."
"Interesting choice, the Hellmouth or the SGC. Can't we just drive till we reach, oh say, Maine? Get as far away as possible." Cassie said, only half joking.
Cassie had ended up telling Xander about the SGC after she had accidentally let slip about the Goa'uld while talking on the phone to her mother while Xander was in the room, this fact unknown to Janet. Now they had no secrets from each other, Cassie even telling Xander how she had come to be on Earth and while they may wish to just drive until they reached somewhere no one knew them and they could live in piece, they both knew that they would feel guilty, the had a need to help and they could not just ignore what they knew to be out there. After a discussion, they made their decision, pulling the car out from the curb and heading down one of the two roads, one of them was headed home.
TBC.