Far Beyond Normal by jAkL
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stargateficrecRec Category: Crossover (Stargate SG1/Buffy the Vampire Slayer)
Pairing: None
Category: Team
Warning: Character Death, Violence, angst, allusion to femslash
Author on LJ: Unknown
Author's Website: jAkL's Profile on Twisting the Hellmouth
Link: Far Beyond Normal
Why This Must Be Read: jAkL has created a universe that is amazingly in depth, as stated in the summary Buffy did not survive her confrontation with the First. Fortunately, Buffy has never been one to let death stand in her way... it is nothing standard.
There is nothing in this story that is expected, from the way Buffy ends up in the Stargate universe to the events that unfold. It is an amazing ride from start to finish, all the characterisations are spot on, they've pegged every single one of the Stargate characters perfectly and all of them have their place equally in the story.
Even if you are not a big fan of crossovers I would recommend this story (and it's Sequel Return to Normal to anyone. Not only have the established characters (from General Hammond to Kinsey and Bra'tac) been beautifully written but there are fabulous original characters included as well. Everything in this story has a reason, it will not be immediately clear but will make sense later on, twists and turns that you could not have seen coming are incorporated along with heart breaking revelations forcing characters to re-evaluate life as they know it.
He kinda expected to run into his own troops first, given that they were supposedly surrounding the girl. But the first he knew he was in the right area was when something slammed into him, hard, knocking him down, and arms as strong as steel cables wrapped around his throat and behind his head. Even if he wanted to resist he couldn’t move. Winded, he could feel his body being effortlessly twisted to provide cover for her, being lifted and controlled with unbelievable ease and strength. In seconds he could hear a muffled curse and suddenly a light was shining on him, the soldiers abandoning their stealthy approach when they realized that the girl had done something unexpected, and now had a hostage.
There were more curses when they realized who her hostage was. O’Neill tried to speak, but the arm crushing his throat made that impossible, made even breathing pretty damned difficult. His hands had reflexively risen in an effort to pull her arm away, but couldn’t budge it. She had twisted his body into a position where he had no leverage, could do nothing to affect the situation he had deliberately brought about. But when he done it, he had expected to be able to explain what he was trying to accomplish. The way things stood he couldn’t explain a damned thing to anyone.
When more lights came on as additional troops ran over, the girl raised his head slightly so they could see who she had. “Back off. I can snap his neck before you can shoot.”
O’Neill didn’t know who responded, but could tell from the tone that the man was furious. “He dies; you die.”
The girl laughed bitterly. “No shit, Sherlock. But since the ‘me dying’ part was already in the cards, I figure this gives me just a bit of an advantage in the threat department.”
The soldiers appeared to think the same way, because they didn’t come any closer. When one tried to circle around her the girl just glanced over at him, and he instantly stopped. Evidently they had learned to respect her senses because nobody even tried to sneak up on her. O’Neill tried to speak; a muffled gasp that she quickly choked off, along with what little remained of his air supply.
The spokesman for the circling soldiers noticed the attempt, however. “Why don’t you let him talk? He must have had some goddamn reason for wandering into a fucking hot zone like a fucking retard!!” O’Neill had expected the troops would not be happy with him. Apparently he was right about that.
After a second or two the girl released her choke hold just barely enough for him to breathe, and then enough to whisper painfully. “We’re not the NID.”
Unfortunately she was thinking a lot like Teal’c. “Like that would make any difference when they come to take me back.”
There wasn’t time to be wishy-washy about it, so O’Neill gave it to her straight. “We won’t give you to them. Period. My word on it.”
His pledge surprised her, like it was probably surprising the people back in the truck who would be listening in using either boom mikes or the suit radios on one of the observing soldiers. After a second the girl, to his considerable annoyance, rejected his offer. “Thanks. Appreciate the thought. But personally I doubt if you’re in a position to make it stick, Colonel. They won’t honor it, and you know it.”
“You don’t know how much clout we have. If I give my word the government will live with it. They won’t be happy, but they’ll abide by any agreement I make. Given what we do, they have to.”
She gave a kind of lady-like snort of contempt, but O’Neill could detect the frustration and fear behind it. “Not these people. They’ll burn you if they have to, if it means getting me back. They can be real persuasive if anyone objects. The politicians are a lot more afraid of crossing them than they are of burning you.”
O’Neill was getting a bit frustrated himself, not to mention sore given the way she had his body tied into a pretzel. “Well, for crissakes lady, it’s not like you’ve got a lot of options! Either you die here –we die here!—or you take a chance. Maybe not a good one, but it’s the only one you’ve got at the moment. You know what we do; you know how far our reach extends. We can put you somewhere they can’t find you. Yeah, they’ll probably be pretty pissed about it. My heart bleeds. But we just want to talk to you. Hell, isn’t that why you’re here?! If you didn’t want to give us another chance to listen you’d be long gone by now. Well here’s your chance. We’re listening. Enough of this Mexican standoff bullshit! I’m getting on in years here, and my back is killing me. Make the friggin’ call.”
It took long seconds for her to think it over. To his own private amusement, O’Neill was more annoyed than afraid. The girl just didn’t have it in her to kill him when there was any alternative, even one that she probably figured sucked the big one. So he wasn’t surprised when she slowly released him. And because he also knew his men, he was even less surprised when the instant she was no longer in a position to snap his neck, about ten of them fired simultaneously, darts impacting everywhere in her torso, injecting enough drugs to stop a charging rhino in its tracks, and enough nets were fired to wrap her up in a cocoon. She dropped like a tree falling, knees unable to bend due to the thickness of the entangling ropes. A very small tree, O’Neill thought, as he stood and started issuing orders.
Pairing: None
Category: Team
Warning: Character Death, Violence, angst, allusion to femslash
Author on LJ: Unknown
Author's Website: jAkL's Profile on Twisting the Hellmouth
Link: Far Beyond Normal
Why This Must Be Read: jAkL has created a universe that is amazingly in depth, as stated in the summary Buffy did not survive her confrontation with the First. Fortunately, Buffy has never been one to let death stand in her way... it is nothing standard.
There is nothing in this story that is expected, from the way Buffy ends up in the Stargate universe to the events that unfold. It is an amazing ride from start to finish, all the characterisations are spot on, they've pegged every single one of the Stargate characters perfectly and all of them have their place equally in the story.
Even if you are not a big fan of crossovers I would recommend this story (and it's Sequel Return to Normal to anyone. Not only have the established characters (from General Hammond to Kinsey and Bra'tac) been beautifully written but there are fabulous original characters included as well. Everything in this story has a reason, it will not be immediately clear but will make sense later on, twists and turns that you could not have seen coming are incorporated along with heart breaking revelations forcing characters to re-evaluate life as they know it.
He kinda expected to run into his own troops first, given that they were supposedly surrounding the girl. But the first he knew he was in the right area was when something slammed into him, hard, knocking him down, and arms as strong as steel cables wrapped around his throat and behind his head. Even if he wanted to resist he couldn’t move. Winded, he could feel his body being effortlessly twisted to provide cover for her, being lifted and controlled with unbelievable ease and strength. In seconds he could hear a muffled curse and suddenly a light was shining on him, the soldiers abandoning their stealthy approach when they realized that the girl had done something unexpected, and now had a hostage.
There were more curses when they realized who her hostage was. O’Neill tried to speak, but the arm crushing his throat made that impossible, made even breathing pretty damned difficult. His hands had reflexively risen in an effort to pull her arm away, but couldn’t budge it. She had twisted his body into a position where he had no leverage, could do nothing to affect the situation he had deliberately brought about. But when he done it, he had expected to be able to explain what he was trying to accomplish. The way things stood he couldn’t explain a damned thing to anyone.
When more lights came on as additional troops ran over, the girl raised his head slightly so they could see who she had. “Back off. I can snap his neck before you can shoot.”
O’Neill didn’t know who responded, but could tell from the tone that the man was furious. “He dies; you die.”
The girl laughed bitterly. “No shit, Sherlock. But since the ‘me dying’ part was already in the cards, I figure this gives me just a bit of an advantage in the threat department.”
The soldiers appeared to think the same way, because they didn’t come any closer. When one tried to circle around her the girl just glanced over at him, and he instantly stopped. Evidently they had learned to respect her senses because nobody even tried to sneak up on her. O’Neill tried to speak; a muffled gasp that she quickly choked off, along with what little remained of his air supply.
The spokesman for the circling soldiers noticed the attempt, however. “Why don’t you let him talk? He must have had some goddamn reason for wandering into a fucking hot zone like a fucking retard!!” O’Neill had expected the troops would not be happy with him. Apparently he was right about that.
After a second or two the girl released her choke hold just barely enough for him to breathe, and then enough to whisper painfully. “We’re not the NID.”
Unfortunately she was thinking a lot like Teal’c. “Like that would make any difference when they come to take me back.”
There wasn’t time to be wishy-washy about it, so O’Neill gave it to her straight. “We won’t give you to them. Period. My word on it.”
His pledge surprised her, like it was probably surprising the people back in the truck who would be listening in using either boom mikes or the suit radios on one of the observing soldiers. After a second the girl, to his considerable annoyance, rejected his offer. “Thanks. Appreciate the thought. But personally I doubt if you’re in a position to make it stick, Colonel. They won’t honor it, and you know it.”
“You don’t know how much clout we have. If I give my word the government will live with it. They won’t be happy, but they’ll abide by any agreement I make. Given what we do, they have to.”
She gave a kind of lady-like snort of contempt, but O’Neill could detect the frustration and fear behind it. “Not these people. They’ll burn you if they have to, if it means getting me back. They can be real persuasive if anyone objects. The politicians are a lot more afraid of crossing them than they are of burning you.”
O’Neill was getting a bit frustrated himself, not to mention sore given the way she had his body tied into a pretzel. “Well, for crissakes lady, it’s not like you’ve got a lot of options! Either you die here –we die here!—or you take a chance. Maybe not a good one, but it’s the only one you’ve got at the moment. You know what we do; you know how far our reach extends. We can put you somewhere they can’t find you. Yeah, they’ll probably be pretty pissed about it. My heart bleeds. But we just want to talk to you. Hell, isn’t that why you’re here?! If you didn’t want to give us another chance to listen you’d be long gone by now. Well here’s your chance. We’re listening. Enough of this Mexican standoff bullshit! I’m getting on in years here, and my back is killing me. Make the friggin’ call.”
It took long seconds for her to think it over. To his own private amusement, O’Neill was more annoyed than afraid. The girl just didn’t have it in her to kill him when there was any alternative, even one that she probably figured sucked the big one. So he wasn’t surprised when she slowly released him. And because he also knew his men, he was even less surprised when the instant she was no longer in a position to snap his neck, about ten of them fired simultaneously, darts impacting everywhere in her torso, injecting enough drugs to stop a charging rhino in its tracks, and enough nets were fired to wrap her up in a cocoon. She dropped like a tree falling, knees unable to bend due to the thickness of the entangling ropes. A very small tree, O’Neill thought, as he stood and started issuing orders.
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Date: 2007-11-28 02:50 pm (UTC)