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jedibuttercupB:tVS, SG-1. 100 words. (Warning: SPOILERS for last night's ep of Stargate SG-1).
The Powers That Be pass along a warning.
Title: Where There's Smoke
Author: Jedi Buttercup
Disclaimer: The words are mine; the worlds are not. I claim nothing but the plot.
Rating: PG
Spoilers: B:tVS post-"Chosen". Stargate SG-1 "Origin" (9.3)
Notes: I can't get this week's episode of SG-1 out of my head, so, fic.
Summary: B:tVS, SG-1. 100 words. The Powers That Be pass along a warning.
"I'm gonna be a fireman when the floods roll back."
~Buffy, "Restless" (4.22)
Buffy woke from her dream-- her vision-- drenched with sweat and panting heavily. Someone, somewhere had just died in screaming agony, and the PTBs had made sure she'd seen it. Two someones: a bearded, blue-eyed man and a dark-haired woman, who'd shifted into a thinner man and a blonde before disappearing behind a wall of fire.
"Unbelievers..."
The word hissed in her subconscious, overlaying the crackling sound of hungry flames. It sent shivers up her spine, bringing up half-forgotten classroom memories of Inquisition overlaid with the tingle of her Slayer senses.
She was getting a very bad feeling about this.
(fin)
(or at AO3)
(originally x-posted to stargate_xing on LJ)
The Powers That Be pass along a warning.
Title: Where There's Smoke
Author: Jedi Buttercup
Disclaimer: The words are mine; the worlds are not. I claim nothing but the plot.
Rating: PG
Spoilers: B:tVS post-"Chosen". Stargate SG-1 "Origin" (9.3)
Notes: I can't get this week's episode of SG-1 out of my head, so, fic.
Summary: B:tVS, SG-1. 100 words. The Powers That Be pass along a warning.
"I'm gonna be a fireman when the floods roll back."
~Buffy, "Restless" (4.22)
Buffy woke from her dream-- her vision-- drenched with sweat and panting heavily. Someone, somewhere had just died in screaming agony, and the PTBs had made sure she'd seen it. Two someones: a bearded, blue-eyed man and a dark-haired woman, who'd shifted into a thinner man and a blonde before disappearing behind a wall of fire.
"Unbelievers..."
The word hissed in her subconscious, overlaying the crackling sound of hungry flames. It sent shivers up her spine, bringing up half-forgotten classroom memories of Inquisition overlaid with the tingle of her Slayer senses.
She was getting a very bad feeling about this.
(fin)
(or at AO3)
(originally x-posted to stargate_xing on LJ)
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Date: 2005-08-01 08:30 am (UTC)Now, off to read some of your past SG stuff, since at last I will understand what's going on! :)
Origin-fic
Date: 2005-08-02 05:45 pm (UTC)