Whither The Road May Lead by Jedibuttercup

[sulien]

 Show: SG-1/BtVS (mention of Eureka, though not by name)
Rec Category: Crossovers
Characters: Paul Davis, Faith Lehane
Pairings: None
Categories: Gen (with flirting...come on, it's Faith)
Warnings: None
Author's Journal: jedibuttercup 
Author's Website: Jedibuttercup.com
Link: Whither the Road May Lead on AO3
Word Count:  1,800

Why This Must Be Read: Paul Davis finally gets his promotion from Major Disaster and gains wider responsibility and more weirdness into the bargain.  There just isn't nearly enough Paul Davis fic out there, but this story does an exceptional job of helping to fill that void.  I love this story and it seems like the perfect capstone to my crossover recs with a hopeful new direction for two wonderful and much loved yet sadly underused characters.  :)

In Paul Davis' considered opinion, his long-delayed promotion to Lieutenant Colonel had come as a bit of an anti-climax.

He wasn't changing bases; he was still assigned to DC, still riding a desk in the Pentagon. He wasn't changing his basic job description; he still coordinated between those higher up the chain of command and certain classified programs that dealt with the fate of the world on a distressingly regular basis. He still wore oak leaves on his shoulders, and he still saw a lot of Jack O'Neill and his favorite team.

If that desk was now officially a part of Homeworld Security rather than between Homeworld and the Joint Chiefs; and if those oak leaves were silver instead of gold; and if O'Neill was now his boss instead of the most frequent disruption to the balance he had to maintain between the Stargate program and the Pentagon; well... six of one, half a dozen of the other. Paul was good at what he did, and he believed wholeheartedly in the people he worked with. His new rank didn't change that.

The only thing that had changed significantly, so far as he'd noticed, was a shift that had been a long time coming: he would never again be the bearer of bad news to Cheyenne Mountain. He'd have a staff of his own to take over that role. General O'Neill had told him, somewhat sarcastically, that after the high-wire act he'd pulled for so many years it was time for him to raise the bar a little-- and then handed him a beer and asked him how much he knew about a little NID project called the Initiative. He now oversaw Homeworld's interactions with the more esoteric classified groups lumped in under the department's banner, most of which made the SGC's eccentricities seem tame by comparison.