Disclaimers: Buffy the Vampire Slayer belongs to Joss Whedon, Mutant Enemy & Fox. Star Gate SG-1 belongs to MGM TV Entertainment and probably someone else.
AN: Hi! I've been trying to think of a crossover for these two series for a while, and though this one may seem a bit unpractical it works... And I find it amusing and I've seen worse, and so have you if you've read even a fraction of the crossovers I've read.

Summary: When Senator Kinsey moves to shut the SGC down, the President makes a desperate move to save it...by selling the Stargate to the Council. How will this affect the program? Will it help or hinder it?

Dedication: To my numerous, kind and patient reviewers. Sorry for the long wait. Enjoy!

A Fine Line

Chapter 1: Welcome to Star Gate Command...And All It Entails

"So..." Xander looked around at the other members of the Scooby gang; who were also the heads of one of the most powerful organizations on the planet through their positions on the Watchers and Slayers Council. "Who's going to see the 'Doorway to Heaven' with me?"

"When did we decide you were going?" Buffy inquired, amusement clearly evident in her eyes.

"Hey, come on! Soldier Boy, remember? Why shouldn't I be one of the ones to go? I'd be more useful there then attempting to research different demons or calling out tips to newbies from the sidelines of scuffle."

"You just want to see the Stargate." The Slayer replied, smiling slightly.

"Well, yes," the one-eyed former construction work shrugged, "But it still makes sense!"

"In that case," she turned her attention to her watcher and other best friend. "I should probably go too."

"Why?" Xander's one-eyed blink of exaggerated bewilderment was a pale comparison to what it had once been, but it still carried the same effect.

"Initiative, remember?" Buffy replied. "Anyone that knows about us is going to know about me. And I did technically work with the Initiative for a while. I might be able to get a better read on the project."

"She has a point," Willow offered to the oldest members of their gang.

"True," the head of the new Council sighed, "But as the only one hear with any real in-depth knowledge of the Chapa'ai and the history surrounding it, I should undoubtedly attend as well."

"I need to go to inspect the magical effects and employ of the Chapa'ai," the redhead offered with a wince, "If we are really going to be taking this on full-time, then we need it. If not...I'd feel a lot better about this if we at least have at least an estimation of it."

"So we're all going."

Everyone looked at the former Vengeance Demon.

"What?" Anya demanded, glaring at them. "We have to have at least one Slayer with us, and it's not like we don't have plenty to spare. But Buffy's right. So she should be the appointed Slayer. We should have someone with some military expertise with us, and as ironic as the fact is, Xander has it. We need a Watcher with us, and Giles is the only one that you three trust at all. We need a witch, and Willow's the best, if not the only good witch with combative abilities. And I have to go. So we all have to go."

"Why do you have to go?" Xander asked of his former-fiancée.

"Well none of you care about how much money we're spending!"

"I still can't believe that he sold the Stargate."

"We know, Colonel. Most of us have trouble grasping that too, but it is done. Let us move on, please."

"Yes, sir."

General Hammond rolled his eyes, glancing up as a young marine, fairly new to the SGC, entered the room. "What is it, Private?"

"Sir, the President is here to see you, sir."

Ignoring his second in command's mouthing of 'again?', the General nodded. "Then by all means, show him in, son."

The President smiled as he stepped into the room a moment later. "Good morning, George."

"Good morning, Mr. President."

"Colonel O'Neill." The President nodded before turning his attention back to the general. "Looking forward to your most important meeting today?"

"Not really, sir." Hammond replied, receiving a pleasant laugh in return.

"Don't worry yourself too much. These really are good and very gifted people."

"I'm sure they are, sir."

"But are they really ready for this?" When both senior officers turned to look at him, the Colonel shook his head, meeting the president's eyes. "If you'll pardon my saying so, sir. This is a lot to take in a short amount of time."

"It is. But they've had much worse, I'm sure. I sent a large number of files over to the Council after they bought it. They've had a few days to take it in, and are really coming to examine the operation here, and probably test the validity of the files."

Both SGC officers blinked.

"Why would they question the files?"

The President sighed, shaking his head. "The N.I.D. has crossed them before. It was very messy, and our relations with them are still trying to recover. So I'm afraid they don't really trust much of anything we send them." After a moment he added, "Which is why I must ask that you make every possible effort to ensure that Senator Kinsey does not attend the meeting."

"I'd be glad to, sir. May I ask why?"

"He would only tick the Slayer off."

"Slayer?"

"You'll probably hear more about that later today... The only other thing I can ask is that you remember that these are truly gifted people. They are underestimated far too often, so don't misjudge them. And please remember that Miss Summers has died twice in the line of duty; saving the world. She may act like a ditz some, or even most, of the time. And she is often more than willing to sit back and let others talk for her. But she is a brilliant warrior, strategist and leader. And an extraordinary champion who deserves our utmost respect." The CEO of the United States frowned, "And do not irritate or offend Miss Rosenberg in any way. That's an order."

"Yes, sir!" Both officers replied, sharing bewildered glances. Suddenly the alarm klaxons began resounding around the base, and both left the room at a run to reach the gate room.

"It's the Tok'Ra, sirs," a technician reported as soon as the high ranking trio entered the room.

General Hammond nodded, his earlier confusion momentarily forgotten. "Open the iris."

"Everybody ready? For death? Dismemberment? Any other potential fate the double-crossing armed forces might care to dish out to us?"

"They're not going to kill us, Xander." Willow offered with a slight shake of her head, smilingly softly. "And considering how much the President and the Joint Chiefs have been pushing for peaceful and fruitful relations with the Council, it is unlikely that they'll even consider offending us, let alone attacking us."

"True, but it never hurts to expect the worst."

"Since when are you the pessimist of the group?" Buffy asked with an eyebrow raised in bemusement.

"Soldier Boy isn't overly optimistic about anything, and I've been trying to bring him more to the surface lately."

"I noticed." The blonde Slayer informed him, shaking her head. "And there's a bit of Hyena Boy coming out too."

Her one-eyed best friend winced at that, "Yeah, I've been trying to suppress him." After a moment's silence he added, shaking his head, "I still can't believe you were willing to leave Faith and Kennedy in charge of Council Headquarters."

The eldest Slayer shook her head, smiling softly. "I'm sure they're up to it."

"It's not them I'm worried about." Xander insisted, "It's everyone else!"

"Yes," the Head Watcher agreed with a small nod, "Let us hope that they are alive, healthy and whole when we return."

Xander snorted, "And sane."

"Yeah, well, I'm sure they'll be fine. We survived the Old Council, didn't we? Nothing can be worse than that..." Buffy offered, before pausing in obvious thought, "Hey! Wait," she looked at Xander closely, "How would you remember being Hyena Boy feels like, if you don't remember any of it?"

"Perhaps we should be on our way now," Giles suggested mildly, while offering the flustered former-carpenter an amusedly raised eyebrow.

"Yeah, yeah, we should." He was quick to agree. "Don't want to be late after all!" he insisted, while snatching the keys to their rental up off one of the hotel's sitting room's tables and hurrying out the door. "I'll bring the car around."

"Jacob, Selmac," General Hammond greeted, nodding to his old friend and their new allies, "Martouf, what a pleasant surprise. And a convenient one, I must say... though I do not believe we have met?" he inquired nodding politely to the other two Tok'ra that had come through the Gate with the other two, one of whom was carrying a large box.

"It is always a pleasure, General Hammond. The High Council of the Tok'ra sends its greetings." Selmac's replied, before visibly returning control to General Jacob Carter. "George, Sam, and..." his eyes widened as they caught sight of the window to the Gate Control Room. "Mr. President?"

"Ah, yes," General Hammond replied, shaking his head slightly, "That would be related to the convenience of your arrival. We were going to be sending out a transmission shortly..."

Major Carter's father raised his eyebrows, "That would have to be an interesting message. What's the problem?"

"Perhaps we could discuss this in the Briefing Room?"

After a moment, the Tok'Ra-Tau'ri Ambassador nodded, "You already know Martouf, this is Anise, one of the Tok'ra's foremost scientists, and her primary assistant, Amarnon."

"We're pleased to meet both of you, and welcome to Earth." The General nodded, "I'm General Hammond," then nodding to each of the members of SG-1 in turn, he continued, "Colonel O'Neill, Dr. Jackson, Major Carter, and Teal'c."

Before anything else could be said, one of the technicians in the Control Room called down to them over the loud speaker, "Sir? We just received word from the Gate. The Council Representatives just arrived. The President is waiting for everyone in the Briefing Room...he said the Tok'ra representatives were welcome to come as well."

"Ah, yes," Hammond shook his head before turning back to their guests, "Perhaps we could explain on the way?"

"Why does it have to be underground?"

"Calm down, Buffy," Giles admonished her gently placing a hand on one of her tense shoulders. "We're meeting the President himself here, it is very unlikely that anything will happen...and the Initiative was located underground as well. Did that bother you?"

"No. That was only a few stories. And I hadn't woken up in a coffin six feet under at that point!" the eldest Slayer hissed quietly, so their marine escort couldn't hear her. But the other three members of their group could, and therefore winced.

"Buffy," Willow offered after taking a deep breath, "the U.S. government has been trying to make amends with the Council and form friendly relations since even before we took over. According to Riley they'd tried working with the Old Council too, and having found us slightly more friendly to the idea, it's very unlikely that they would let anything intervene with the progress we've made so far."

"And besides," Xander added with a shrug, "If we don't check in tonight you already gave Faith permission to tear the place apart."

Buffy frowned, "When did I do that?"

"Well..." he shrugged, "she said she would, and I figured...didn't you?"

"I think we may have discussed the possibility on the way to the airport, Buffy," Giles offered, smiling slightly. Regardless of the fact that he had been objecting to the topic of discussion at the time.

"Oh yeah," the Slayer nodded, "That was right before that jerk in the Ferrari cut us off, right?"

Xander snorted, "I doubt the poor guy will do that again any time soon? Did you have to attack him at the airport, Buff? And how did you even know it was him?"

"One, I did not attack him. I yelled at him. Two, how could you not notice that sweater? It was one of the ugliest things I've ever seen! I thought people who could afford cars like that were required to have a sense of fashion."

"Not necessarily, Buffy," her former full-time Watcher shook his head with a sigh.

"Well, no, not people who are having a mid-life-crisis, but he wasn't even thirty yet!"

Giles glanced at Willow, shaking his head, "I should probably be offended by that, yes?"

"Probably." The witch offered with a shrug, grinning before turning back to the subject at hand, "The base is probably so far underground for shielding purposes, Buffy. It makes sense if you think about the kind of attacks they'd be worrying about."

The Slayer shrugged, glancing around the tiny elevator again as it sank farther and farther into the Earth.

Seeing that logic had done little to reassure their anxious friend, Xander offered, "Besides, if they try anything, Will can just level the place. After removing us from it, of course."

The Witch shook her head, "Of course..."

After a few moments of slightly less tense silence, Xander shook his head again, "You know I'm really glad Andrews not here... He'd be impossible."

"Why do you think we didn't tell him?" Willow asked, one eyebrow raised. "He'd love this but..."

"He might like this a bit too much, yes," Giles offered in agreement, pleased when this drew a chuckle from his still tense charge.

"Finally..." the blonde breathed as the elevator came to a stop and their escort stepped out, leading them away from the tiny elevator...towards another one. "Another elevator!" Buffy demanded, aghast as the marine cleared them for entrance.

"Yes, Buffy," Willow offered with a sigh, "Remember, they have two elevators for security?"

The Slayer frowns, but nonetheless steps into the slightly larger elevator when their escort gestured for them to do so. When he finally stepped in and the doors closed to let them continue their journey, she asked, "How many floors are there, anyway?"

"That's classified, ma'am."

Seeing the Slayer's disgusted look, Willow offered, "#, I think."

"Is she right?" she inquired of the marine, who remained stoically silent. After a few seconds of this she shook her head and turned to her former Watcher, "You know these guys are starting to remind me of the guys in funny hats and red coats in London?"

Giles sighed, "Yes, that's the general idea, Buffy." He replied, making a metal note to never ride in a small elevator going underground with the eldest Slayer again.

"You know we could down size the elevators a little, to save a bit of electricity, and therefore money."

And he might not want to come with the former Vengeance Demon again either...

"You sold the Stargate!" to say Jacob Carter was flabbergast would at best, be putting it lightly. His companions weren't quite as demonstrative in their surprise as the former General was, but they were nonetheless surprised.

"Does your faction of your people not feel the Gate important enough to upkeep?" the new Tok'ra, who had been introduced as Anise, inquired.

"Not at all, at least not all of us. But there are some who either can't see it for the good that it can do or are only willing to back it for personal gain." The President explained with a sigh, shaking his head wearily, "So I sold it to a group that has simply never considered person gain as a factor. That's not their job, and they know it... Even their rather tactless, money-loving accountant knows it." He offered the premier team of the S.G.C. a smile, "They're an interesting bunch, have no doubt about that. And they're good people. Among the best. Once you get used to the changes you should enjoy working with them."

"If they're willing to let us stay on?" General Hammond reminded his superior.

"Yes...I am hoping that that won't be an issue..."

"What did that alarms mean?" Buffy asked, frowning. "Was that those warning things for the Gate?"

"That's—"

"Classified," the Slayer shook her head, "of course..." she looked at the soldier, and then shook her head again. "Do you have any idea of why we're here?"

"No, ma'am."

"Ah, well...at least there's room for improvement, then." She smiled, ignoring her friends snickering softly in the background as they followed the soldier down the hallway to the meeting.

After a few minutes Buffy frowned and glanced back at her red-haired best friend, before slowing her walk enough to move back beside her and meet her eyes. 'Willow...do you feel that?'

'Yeah...' the witch replied after a few seconds, nodding, a frown also etched across her face. 'They're not demons... but...'

'Aliens?'

'Probably. We are allied to some, remember. And the Jaffa that's part of SG-1, Teal'c, is probably here too...'

'Yeah...one of them isn't as...wrong as the others. But that one also feels more... nasty, too.'

'Of course,' Willow nodded again, 'Teal'c carries an infant Goa'uld to support his immune system. The Goa'uld is not an ally... The Tok'ra are, and their older, so that must be why they feel different...'

'Right...' Buffy nodded, moving up ahead again just as they came to the door of what was apparently their destination. When the soldier knocked and then stepped into the room to announce them she glanced back at the redhead again, 'Keep your guard up...K?'

'Yeah...' the witch frowned, 'should I warn...?' she nodded to their companions.

The Slayer shook her head, 'No, Giles doesn't need to worry about that right now. He's got more than enough on his mind, and Xander is supposed to be handling a lot of the observation and negotiations too. And don't worry about it too much. Remember you're supposed to be analyzing the Gate too.'

'OK...' Willow nodded, sighing softly before following her friends into the room after their escort had stepped aside.

Everyone looked up at the polite, expected knock on the door.

"Perfect timing," Colonel O'Neill remarked nodding approvingly, before exchanging a slightly nervous glance with the general, who then turned his attention completely back to the door.

"Come in."

A young private who had probably been on guard duty on the service for the morning entered the room and came to attention. "General Hammond, Mr. President, sir's, ma'am's," he greeted all of them smoothly, and only years of experience let the Colonel catch onto the fact that the young private was a little agitated. "The Council Representatives..." he probably didn't know what this 'council' was, "Mr. Giles, Mr. Harris, Ms Jenkins, Ms Summers and Ms Rosenberg."

"Thank you, private, that will be all." Hammond nodded, offering a quick salute, which the young soldier returned before stepping back out of the room and letting their new management enter.

To say they were surprised was, once again an understatement.

Jack exchanged an incredulous look with his commanding officer. Sure, the Giles guy was all right, he'd probably fit right in with all the geeks like Daniel and Carter around, but the others were just kids! They couldn't be older than twenty-five! If that! And the President had essentially placed them in command of the Stargate?

The Colonel sighed.

This was undoubtedly going to be an interesting meeting...

End Chapter 1.

AN: Hi everyone!

Sorry about the long wait. I was really kind of stuck, I couldn't seem to wrap my mind around the story for a while.

I hope you liked the chapter.

Please feel free to offer any advice/suggestions that you may have. Half the problem I had was an inability to come up with good, feasible, and original ideas. Any help would be appreciated.

I'll try to get the next chapter out as soon as I can.

Bye!

Jess S