"I take it you requested my presence at this meeting because you want me to examine her from a medical stand point and determine whether there's an organic or psychological reason she's accidentally activating this energy while she's sleeping?" Dr. Fraser asked.
"We have some theories," Joyce admitted. "but lack the training or education ourselves to pinpoint any reason there might be. I suppose we could have some tests run back home, but we figured if we were going to ask you for help with one area, we might as well ask you for help with all this of it. And you're a mother as well as a doctor, when we first met, you and I talked a bit about our daughters and I get the feeling you'd handle this matter with care and respect. Dawn's already struggling, taking her to an unknown doctor who would just do and look at tests would make it more difficult for her and it's already very difficult."
"I understand and I'd be happy to help. We can discuss what you've already tried and your theories if my superiors agree to allow us to do this." Dr. Fraser assured her and Joyce smiled back, reassured that Dawn would be in good hands.
"I don't know if they'd agree to this Magic part." General Hammond told them. "And we'd need an example of the technology you'd be offering in trade to determine if it's worth trading for before they'd be willing to commit, I'm afraid."
"We thought you'd say that." Xander dug into his pocket and tossed an Inhuman communicator to O'Neill. "That's what we use to communicate with you, it looks like and is a metal bracelet. It wraps around the wrist." He held up his arm to show the one he was wearing. "That device can allow, in real time, communication between someone on Earth and someone on the Moon. It also functions as a miniature computer. It's technology developed by an isolated community of humans, formerly isolated I should say, who developed both themselves and their technology in very different directions than the rest of the world." Which explained, to a certain extent, Inhumans. "That's just one item we can offer in trade."
"Cool." Was O'Neill's take on the nifty little device before he handed it to Carter, who eagerly began to examine it herself.
"It's voice activated, just issue verbal commands, like contact so and so or calculate the mass of the Moon. We all have one, it's a reverse engineering project. Yeah, sure we've got the existing product but we hope to eventually understand and manufacturer them ourselves."
"And when not active they're decorative bracelets, the Goa'uld wouldn't automatically recognize them as technology and they could give us an advantage." O'Neill was definitely seeing the possibilities of the neat little device.
"It's definitely a good start." General Hammond agreed. "I'll speak to the President, we don't have a lot of time to begin doing this. After your last visit Colonel O'Neill determined that all three of you," He indicated Xander, Cordelia and Buffy. "exist in this reality, he's campaigning to have your counterparts brought into the Program at some point. No decision has been made yet and your counterparts haven't finished High School yet either."
"Do I exist here?" Dawn asked.
"Um, no." O'Neill said softly. "Because Joyce Summers, mother of Buffy Summers, died at a point before you would have been born. I'm sorry."
"Oh." Dawn gripped her mother's tightly. "But that didn't happen to my Mom, she's okay. I've met a few version of my friends and Buffy, so I understand the difference. And not all versions that exist are going to survive. No world is entirely safe, I know, I live in a war zone and my sister was drafted and enhanced without her and our consent." Dawn sounded far more grown up than her eleven years of age would indicate. But war aged you, even if you were a noncombatant.
"You were enhanced, not just drafted, without consent?" General Hammond felt a burn of anger in his belly as he understood Joyce Summers own anger over the situation.
"I went to bed the night before my fifteenth birthday and woke up different." Buffy answered starkly. "I was told what had happened. Unlike Cordelia and Xander, I wasn't given a choice."
"It was a group of private individuals, not our government." Joyce told them. "Who would rather make a child fight, than fight themselves. All the while claiming they were the ones fighting." A good explanation of the Watchers Council of their reality, at least from the Scoobies point of view and whoever was responsible for the creation of the Slayer in the first place.
General Hammond let a moment of silence happen as his officers and himself absorbed that comment and the ramifications, along with the hope that those...individuals paid for their choices, before speaking again. "I'll speak to the President, we should have an answer for you shortly. Colonel O'Neill, why don't you take our guests to the rec area. Major Carter, please begin examining that device and put together a preliminary report on it. Dr. Fraser, you can begin preparing for testing, in the hope that he agrees and we can get started as quickly as possible. Dismissed."
The meeting broke up as each of them went to follow the given orders and General Hammond returned to his office to once again speak to the President, all of them hopeful that they'd be allowed to help Dawn Summers.