I own neither Buffy the Vampire Slayer nor Stargate: SG:1. The characters and universes depicted in this story belong to Mutant Enemy, MGM, Gecko, and other corporate entities. Author Notes:
This little AU begins between seasons 2 & 3 of Buffy and early season 2 of Stargate.
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From his vantage point in the back booth Whistler watched as a girl older than her years picked up the latest order from the kitchen. The perky cheerleader from Hemery High would have died a thousand deaths at the thought of working in this dive. The Slayer from Sunnydale would have caused a thousand deaths at the same thought. The Slayer would have also realized that there was a demon in the house. But the girl once known as Buffy the Vampire Slayer was oblivious anything beyond the SOS that she was taking to a loudmouthed truck driver with wandering hands. It was looking like his odds of survival were improving Whistler thought as she headed in his direction.
“What will you have,” she asked, not even bothering to look at her customer, her pen ready to write down his order.
“You toots,” the balance demon replied.
She looked up and her eyes narrowed.
“You,” she spat. “Haven't you done enough to screw up my life?”
“Hey, just the messenger. You did good though kid. You saved the world. Again,” he said carefully. “Can we talk as soon as your shift ends? The Powers have an offer for you.”
“And I should trust them because...”
“Do you really want to spend the rest of your life here? Seriously, this job is even more of a dead end than your old one if you know what I mean.”
“I'm off at 9.”
“Okay. For now I'll have a coffee with a slice of pecan pie.”
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“So, talk,” the girl said as they left the diner.
“Like I said before, you did good kid. By stopping Acathla's portal, you saved the world,” Whistler said.
“Yeah, and killed Angel in the process. Not to mention getting kicked out of my home by my mother and being lied to by Xander.”
“Buffy, you didn't have choice once the portal started to open. Sending Angel through it was the only way to stop it. If he could, Angel would tell you the same thing. As for Xander, he thought he was doing what was best. Think about it, would you have fought as hard if you thought Angel's soul might have been restored? The stakes were too high. Xander understood that and he will have to live with the consequences, just like you are doing. Being a Champion is never
easy kid, if it was, everyone would be a Champion,” Whistler explained. “Now your mother, that's a bit different. I'd like to say that she would welcome you back with open arms but I'd be lying.”
Buffy stopped short. “This your idea of a pep talk?”
“Nope,” he said as he also came to a stop. “Just clearing up stuff before we get down to business.”
“Straight to the point, I like that. The Powers don't want you to go back to Sunnydale toots. They want Kendra's successor to take over.”
The Slayer started walking again. “Why?”
“Because two Slayers were never meant to exist in the same place at the same time. Kendra didn't stick around long enough for it to be a problem but the new slayer will have nowhere else to go. She's got no family and once her Watcher's gone, she'll have nothing. If you're both in Sunnydale, it won't end well. Old Rupes will be your Watcher, she'll be an afterthought. She'll go bad and be a danger to everyone around her. If you're not there, she'll be damn good Slayer.”
“So I'm the problem,” she said bitterly. “Figures.”
“No, the situation will be the problem, that's why the Powers want to make this offer. You take up the good fight on a completely different battlefield. You get a new support system, one that won't expect you to be the only fighter or even want you to be. And you won't ever be truly alone again.”
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Whistler sat on the room's sole chair as the Slayer paced back and forth like a caged tiger. Maybe this wasn't going to work out as well as he hoped. Unfortunately, not only was she between him and the door, she was more than fast enough to stop him if he tried to exit out the window. Sometimes it sucked to be him.
She finally came to a stop.
“So if I say no, this Juli-who is going to be tortured to death, her host will die with her and evil aliens will destroy Earth?”
“Yeah,” Whistler nodded. “And if Jolinar dies, the military folks won't make contact with the Tok'ra. That will give the System Lords an advantage that will tip the scales in their favor. It will take a few years but they will come and Earth will lose.”
The blonde was silent for a few minutes as she mentally said a final goodbye to everything and everyone she had ever loved.
“So, what do I need to do?”
“Get on tomorrow's bus for Colorado Springs. I've got your ticket and enough cash to see that you eat properly on the trip,” he handed over both and long with slip of paper with an address. “You'll make contact with Samantha Carter in three days. There's only a brief window of opportunity. Sorry.”
“Fine,” she snapped as she started to pack her meager belongings. “Don't let the door hit you on the way out.”
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The next morning Whistler watched from a safe distance as Buffy boarded the bus.
“Good luck, kiddo. I'll keep an eye on your friends, especially Xander,” he whispered.