crossoverfic | NightStrike Book 1-Full Circle

Title: NightStrike Book 1-Full Circle
Crossover: Buffy/Highlander/Stargate Sg1
Spoilers: All of Buffy
Rating: PG-13/ slash
Disclaimer: I do not own any familiar persons in this story, they're just letting me play in their sandbox
Summery: Her name is NightStrike and she is the best the Governments’ got to offer in Black Ops.But what happens when The S.G.C. calls her in? Secrets and the person behind the name are brought to light,as well as the truth of the Gathering

Plot line I couldn’t get out of my head after reading the “Goodbye Summers” series on Tth. They’re short, but fun, they’re written by thegirlinquestion.

Summary: She is a name with a thousand faces, but they know her as NightStrike, the best the Governments’ got to offer in Black Ops and covert assassinations. But what happens when The S.G.C. calls her in for a one-time mission, and a new face recognizes her? Past histories get dug up and the truth of The Gathering comes to life.

Spoilers: All of Buffy, not sure for Stargate or Highlander

Disclaimer: I do not own familiar persons in this story; they’re just letting me play in their sandbox :)

Odds-in-ends:
/Thoughts/
(Foreign language other than English)
(/Telepathic thoughts/)

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The blonde looked into the scope of her sniper rifle for the third time, making sure she was lined up with her target. It had been hard to get this far and she wasn’t about to have all of her hard work amount to nothing. She flashed to her scope when she had seen movement from the building. /Bingo./ The person in question was Johan Castovious, wanted in connection for hits on the lives of more than 100,000 service men and women around the world. The UN saw him as a threat to world peace and decided to make the private decision. Two hours later, the Secret Service showed up at her door and handed her the file. She smirked as she remembered that day.

----Flashback----

She was sitting at her kitchen table, drinking a cup of coffee and reading the paper. What the reporters had printed in the paper about the murder of Eric Heeder was humorous, how he supposedly committed suicide with a .32 in his summer home. She smiled; she wasn’t the best for no reason. She finished reading the article and was about to head towards the bathroom for a soak when her doorbell rang. She gave the clock a quick glance before making her way slowly to the door. Grabbing her gun from the counter, she slowly turned the door handle and then threw it open, gun out, ready to fire. “Woa Miss. Sorry to show up this early!” She swiftly put the gun down and faced the stranger on her doorstep.

“This had better be good for interrupting me at 5 in the morning,” she growled.

“It is Miss. Agent Stillmore, Secret Service. I’m here to drop off your latest mission.” She nodded and took the manila envelope from his outstretched hand. She quickly tore it open and flipped open the file inside. She gave a chilling smile when she saw the picture and looked up at the agent.

“Tell them I’m in.” He nodded and walked away. She closed the door and made her way to the bathroom, still looking at the picture. “Goodbye Johnny.”

----End Flashback----
She shook her head to rid herself of the memory. She gave another quick glance into the scope. “Subject coming into position.”

“Copy that.” She gave a final look down the scope, and then pulled the trigger.

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“Hey beautiful.”

“Shut up Jason.”

“Aw, your just mad because you know you can’t have me.”

“Watch the door on your way out, I think it’s a bit too small for your head.”

“Ouch, Parker.” Jessica Parker laughed as she made her way down the hall towards her office. It was Monday, and she was in a surprisingly good mood, even if her weekend had something different to say about it. /Don’t think about it Summers./ She winced as that stray thought passed thru her head. It had almost been five years since she had been Buffy Summers, slayer extraordinaire. After she and her friends had closed the Hellmouth, she had split, not being able to forgive her friends for their last betrayal.

----Flashback----

Buffy Summers stood on the edge of the crater that was once know as Sunnydale, contemplating what she was going to do next. She had a small idea of what to do, but the big picture was a little fuzzy. “We finally did it. What are we going to do?” Buffy turned to look at Faith, the sister of her heart. Connected by the very thing that fought to drive them apart. Buffy looked back onto the crater.

“Not we Faith, you. What is Faith going to do?” Faith’s eyes widened at the statement understanding what her sister-slayer was trying to say.

“Us B, the chosen two. Cuz’ one is the loneliest number that you’ll ever do.” Buffy gave a small grin at the statement before answering.

“Yea, but they only need one to make their plans go thru.” Faith shook her head.

“They need you B, your and me.” Buffy closed her eyes, and then opened them, tipping her face towards the sky.

“Once, along time ago. When this was just a game. Only once.” Buffy turned to face Faith.

“Only once. Now they need you.” Faith stared at Buffy long and hard before nodding, then looking away.

“Just wanted to tell you B, they shouldn’t have done that to ya. Kick you out I mean. They never saw past your small faults, like they never saw my big ones. Don’t blame yourself. Blame them.” Faith then whirled around and hugged her slayer-sister. Buffy, still shocked by what Faith had said, had stood stock still, the quickly returned the gesture. Faith then slowly pulled away, tears in her eyes. “Call me when you get settled B. I don’t wanna forget you.” Buffy nodded then strode off into the darkness, shedding her past life as she moved away.

----End Flashback----

She quickly brushed the stray thought away and concentrated on the day. She quickly strode into her office and closed the door behind her. She checked her phone for messages then opened her briefcase, removing the files for the newest antiques that had come into the Jason’s possession. He ran a small antique shop just outside of Boston, and she had just her luck to be working for him. She grinned at the thought of her boss and the day she had gotten her job.

----Flashback----

Buffy had been making her way around Boston and the outlying lands for two days now. She had decided to head to Boston first, to honor the memory of her slayer-sister. /No, not a slayer anymore./ The situation she was in was similar to the one she had been stuck in after Angel and Acathla. She didn’t have the world on her shoulders and she was going to try to become normal again. /Tried it once, tried it twice. Third times the charm. As if!/ So, it wouldn’t work out perfectly, but hey, she was willing to try. She turned the corner and came upon a small antique shop. With a small smile on her face, Buffy walked in. “Hello?” Out from behind a large bookshelf came a brown-haired guy who looked to be in his mid-twenties with warm brown eyes and a small smile on his face.

“Hi welcome to Boston Antiques. Names Jason Crici, how can I help you?” Buffy gave him a small smile.

“Nope, I’m fine. Just looking around.”

“Call me if you need anything.” Buffy gave a firm nod and wandered around the shop. He had many things of what Buffy used to call hers, way back when. Her writing desk during WWII, three of her daggers from Rome, a vase from the Ming Dynasty. /Shame Methos broke the other one./ That thought jerked her out of her private musings. She hadn’t thought of Death in over 17 years. She gave a slight shudder at the memory. She slowly made her way to the front of the shop when she heard two voices raised in argument. “Of course its authentic! I would never sell a forgery!” Buffy turned the corner and saw the two men arguing over a broadsword. Simple in design but wondrous on the battlefield, Buffy remembered the type. /Oh yea, its authentic./

“Hello? I couldn’t help overhearing. What wrong?” The newcomer glanced at Buffy and then back to Jason.

“This loony is trying to sell me a forgery! This sword is a fake. Any sword belonging to a king would have more look than this piece!” Buffy nodded at his assumption.

“But only for show purposes would the sword be decked out. For battle the sword had to be easy to draw and be able to create a hell of a lot of damage to the opponent.” The two men looked at her like she was insane.

“How do you know this?” Buffy shuffled her feet and looked down.

“My mom was kind of an antiques dealer herself. Taught me some stuff about swords and statues. Those were the easiest to forge.” The newcomer nodded and quickly paid for the sword. After he left the shop Jason turned to Buffy, a look of awe on his face.

“So, need a job?”

----End Flashback----

Jess shook her head, smiling at the memory.

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Jess looked at the clock and packed up her things, getting ready to leave, when Jason poked his head into her office. “Oy, Parker. Its 5 o’clock. You know what that means.”
Jess shook her head, laughing.

“I an’t gotta clue.”

“Happy Hour!” Jess laughed again and grabbed her briefcase.

“I’m gonna go home and drop this off. Meet you back here in a half hour.” Jason gave her a sloppy salute.

“Will do.” Jess just laughed and walked out the door, Jason trailing behind.

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Jess looked at herself in the mirror for the tenth time, checking to make sure her daggers and colt weren’t showing. She looked good. Her blonde hair was twisted into a bun with light makeup on her face. She wore a fawn brown peasant top and a pair of dark blue jeans, with black boots. She snatched up her black leather trench coat, checking to make sure her katana was still hidden. It was a simple blade, with a strong handle made of red wood and teak. The blade was a true work of genius, with its soft curves and runes written along the length of the blade on one side. She slid it back into its sheath and made her way to the door.

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Jess woke up the next morning with a small smile on her face. Today was Tuesday and today she got to take her first true look at the newest arrivals in the shop. She swiftly got out of bed and got ready for work. Jess pulled up to the front of the store at a little before 5:30. After locking her car, she quickly made her way to the store, ready for the day. “Hey Jess! Slow down! Not all of us a ready to face the day like you.” Jess turned to look at Jason and laughed. His hair was still bed tossed and his eyes were red, his clothes wrinkled. He held a cup of coffee in one hand and the paper in the other. All in all, it looked like he just fell out of bed.

“Hangover?” Jason grimaced.

“Hangover. And you aren’t because…” Jess shrugged.

“Never had a hangover in my life." Jason gave her a death glare and moved to open the door, Jess following behind him. Jason placed his coffee mug on the table and moved towards the back of the store, Jess still following him. He unlocked the door to the room that held the new arrivals. Jason gestured her inward and turned on the light and left, leaving Jess to her own devices.

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Jess glanced up with an annoyed look on her face when she heard a knock on the door. “What?” Jason leaned on the door and gave a pointed look at his watch.

“It’s been seven and a half hours since I left you to play in here. Its time for a break and lunch beautiful.”

“Still trying to hook up with me Jason? Cassy would be pissed.” Jason just laughed and walked towards the front of the store. Jess had met his wife when she had come last week to drop off lunch for him. They got along like a house on fire, which scared the crap out of him. Jason chuckled to himself and looked back to make sure Jess was following.

“You brought lunch Jess?”

“No, I decided I would starve today.” Jason laughed and took his and her lunch out of the fridge and walked over to her and handed Jess her lunch.

“What’cha got?” Jess gave him a deadly glare.

“Me to know and you not to.” Jason gave her a innocent look over his thermos.

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Jess had just pulled out an elegant rapier from what looked like the 13th century when she heard Jason call out. “Jess, what have you done now?” Jess laughed and walked out of the room replying.

“It was a small office building, I really didn’t mean to burn it, I swear.” Jason snorted and gestured to two men standing near the checkout counter.

“They say their Secret Service, and their looking for you.” Jess’s eyes hardened and she gestured for the men to follow her. Walking into office she slammed the door behind her and whirled around, her eyes as hard as diamonds.

“What’s the mission?” The agent no.1 handed her a file and spoke.

“Your latest mission. If you accept, you are going to have to go thru extra training.” Jess shrugged.

“I’ve done worse.” The agent nodded.

“Call us when you have made your decision.”
Jess nodded and the two agents left her office. Jason then took the time to poke his head in.

“You ok?” Jess gave a weak smile.

“Their just looking for someone I know.” Jason winced.

“Bad history?” It was Jesse’s turn to wince.

“Something like that.” Jason nodded and turned to leave. Throwing one last concerned look over his shoulder, he walked out of her office, closing the door behind him. Jess sighed and opened the file and read it. She suddenly stood up, and paced the room, glaring at the folder from time to time, muttering to herself. (Fools, all of them! How foolish can they be to open the Chappa'i! Damn them all.) The situation she had just been thrown into made Jess finally gather up the nerve to do something she had forgotten to do since she had gotten to this forsaken city. She quickly dialed the numer she knew by heart and almost cried when she heard the voice on the other side.

“Buffy?”

I’m going to refer to people by who they are really, not by their aliases. Doing so lessens my confusion. People who don’t know a name is an alias, will call said person by alias name. Make sense?

Spoilers: All of Buffy, not sure for Stargate of Highlander

Disclaimer: I do not own familiar persons in this story; they’re just letting me play in their sandbox :)

Odds-in-ends:
/Thoughts/
(Foreign language other that English)
:Telepathic thoughts:

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Faith had waited for that phone call, ever since Buffy left, not that anyone noticed. To everyone else, she was itching to get back into the field, to train Mini-Slays anymore. /And it seems like I’m going to get to. / It had been discovered by Giles and Willow that the spell that activated the Potentials was wearing off, they were slowly loosing their powers. It was soon going to be back to the Chosen Two/if the Scoobies could find Buffy. / Faith grinned at the thought. The Scoobies had stopped worrying about Buffy as soon as they discovered just ‘how’ much work they had to do to gain control of the Council. By the time they were done, to them, Buffy had become a part of their dark past, a footnote in their history, which kept the heat off Faith to find her. But ‘now’ they ‘needed’ Buffy, and Faith wasn’t about to talk. The people who worked for the Council started to become colder, harsher towards Faith just because she wouldn’t tell them where Buffy was. But it came to her as no little shock when she heard her cell phone ring, and an unfamiliar number show up on her caller ID. Faith blinked twice, few people knew her number, and all of them she knew. /Except one. / Faith quickly flipped open her phone. “Buffy.” A long sigh came from the other end of the connection.

“Hey.” Faith blinked at Buffy’s tone. She sounded world-weary, tired.

“It’s great to hear from you, finally.”

“Yea, I’ve been busy.”

“Well you better hope it stays that way.”

“Why?”

“Well…”

---Flashback---

Faith herded the Scoobies and the Potentials, now Slayers, off the bus. It had been a long journey, for all of them. Buffy had just taken off and no one, not even Faith knew where she was. It was hard for those who knew her well. Dawn had seemed frozen when Faith broke the news, she hadn’t even cried. Faith sighed, thinking over how Angel was going to react. /Speak of the Devil, here comes the vamp himself. / Angel quickly strode out to them, Wesley and Cordelia following quickly behind. Angel sent his eyes quickly over the group of survivors. “Where’s Buffy?” He sounded choked, worried. Kennedy rolled her eyes and answered.

“She’s gone, took off, isn’t here Dead-Boy. So why don’t you help us out for a change. Hmmmmm?” Angel closed his eyes in pain and slowly led them inside.

----End Flashback----

“So Angel patched us up, G-man got a hold of the Council funds and we redid the Council, Scooby Style. So now G-man is the Big Cheese, and the Potentials are starting to loose their power.” There was silence on the other end.

“And now they’re looking for me, they want me to be the Slayer again.” Buffy sighed. “Faith.”

“Yea?”

“I need you to do something for me, something that should keep them off my back of the time being.”

“Sure, whatever you need.”

“I need this done fast, and soon.” Faith nodded to herself.

“Of course.” Buffy sighed.

“I don’t care how you do this, but just tell them…”

“What?” What she said next came out in a soft whisper.

“Tell them I’m dead.” Faith stared at the far wall for a second, deciding how she wanted this to play out.

“OK, I’ll do it, but you owe me big time Buffy.” Buffy breathed a sigh of relief.

“Oh Faith?”

“Yea?”

“When you get the chance, you should go home.” Faith took the phone from her ear and stared at it. /Go home, GO HOME! What the fuck, I am home./

“Buffy, what are you fucking saying, I am home goddamit!” She could hear Buffy’s chuckle across the line.

“Before Sunnyhell Faith. ‘Boston Antiques’ has a few pieces you might like. Say you’re a friend of Jess.” Then the line went dead. Faith closed the phone and grinned. /Boston, here I come./

“Faith, who were you talking to?” Faith gave a small sigh, now was as good a time as ever. She forced herself to tear up, then spun around to look at Giles.

“She’s…” Giles walked over to her, concern in his every movement.

“Who?” Faith swallowed, grinning on the inside. /This is too easy./

“She’s…she’s…gone.” It came out as a whisper, yet Giles still heard her.

“Faith, who’s gone?” The concerned look in his eyes almost broke her façade, but she held strong. She looked into his eyes and spoke.

“Buffy.”

“Who?” Faith screamed it out now.

“BUFFY! BUFFY, BUFFY, BUFFY!” Faith fell to her knees, crying.

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Buffy gently put her phone back into its cradle and held her head in her hands. She never meant to hurt the Scoobies this way, but she needed them off her back. Her elbow brushed something and she glanced down to look at it. /Ah, yes./ The folder which had now become the bane of her existence. The SGC, The Stargate Program. That which was hidden was now unburied. It made her sick. She sighed and slowly got up, stretching, thinking over a plan. /If things go well, I could be in and out in a week, three tops./ She grinned and made her way to the front of the store. Time to ask for vacation time.

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Joe didn’t look up when someone knocked on the door of his bar. The Old Man or Duncan would have knocked harder, or called his name. “We’re closed!”

“Even for an old friend?” Joe turned around an looked out the door to see who was there. His eyes lit up when he saw the figure.

“George! I haven’t seen you since ‘Nam, come in.” Joe unlocked the door and made his way back to the bar, getting both him and George a glass and a bottle of scotch.

“George Hammond, I haven’t seen you in ages, what brings you into my neck of the woods?” Joe poured both him and Hammond a glass, and leaned back in his chair.

“Meeting you happens to be a bonus. I’m actually here to talk to a Dr. Adam Pierson.” The general narrowed his eyes slightly as he saw Joe stiffen, then relax slightly, still noticeably on alert. Joe picked up his glass turning it slowly in his hands.

“Oh, and why would you come here, especially after closing?” Hammond shrugged.

“I was hoping you could point me in his direction, he has been noted to hang around here a lot.” Joe raised his eyebrows at this.

“What-“

The door of the bar slammed open and in walked Duncan MacLeod and right behind him was Methos. Joe grinned and shook his head, chuckling. “George, I’d like you to meet Dr. Adam Pierson and Duncan MacLeod. Adam, Mac, I’d like you to meet an old friend of mine, General George Hammond.” The general nodded to the newcomers.

“Pleased to meet you Dr., MacLeod.” Mac and Methos gave him a cool nod.

“Likewise.” Mac pulled up two chairs to their table and sat down in one while Methos grabbed both Mac and himself beers from behind the bar. He came back, handing Mac his beer as he sat down into the chair Mac supplied him. Mac flipped the top off his beer and took a sip. “So, what brings you here General?” Hammond took a small sip of his scotch and cast his gaze upon Methos, giving him a searching look before answering.

“Actually, I’m here to offer the good Dr. in a translating job.” Methos raised an incredulous eyebrow.

“What does the government need with ancient texts?” Hammond gave him a quick smile before leaning forward.

“Trust me son, its nothing like you’ve ever seen.” He tossed back his drink and stood up.” It was good seeing you Joe. I hope you think over my offer Dr. Good night.” The door of the bar closed behind him with a soft click. Mac and Methos turned to look at Joe.

“Well, that was interesting.”

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“Oh JAAAAAAASSSSSSSOOOOOONNNNNN!” Buffy grinned at the loud thump and swears originating from the front of the shop. She came out into the setting sun to see Jason holding his head, glaring in her direction.

“What was that for Parker?” Buffy fell to the floor laughing so hard she cried. Jason just kept glaring at the form. “Not funny.”

“I disagree.” Jason rolled his eyes and picked up the box he dropped

“Are you going to help me, or are you just going to lay there, continuing you Hyena impression?” Buffy’s body shook from silent laughter as she picked herself up off the floor. She walked over the shelf he was cleaning out and grabbed another box. By the time they were done, Buffy’s ‘entourage’ had arrived. Buffy turned from the window to look at Jason. She was going to miss him, for what little time she was going to be gone. She drew up her courage and asked him.

“Jason?”

“Yea, Jess?” Jason suddenly became worried about her. Her voice had taken on a quieter tone.

“I need to take 3 weeks off. My mom is sick and I need to see her before…” Jason put his had on her shoulder.

“It’s OK, take all the time you need.” She flashed him a watery smile and ran back to her office to grab her purse, coat and files. She raced back out and turned to look at Jason.

“Don’t worry. I’ll be back before you know it.” Jason gave her a weak grin and Buffy raced to the car that was waiting for her.

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Giles gently picked up Faith and carried her to the sitting room next door. He had to get her to calm down before explaining what had happened to the rest of Buffy’s friends, even though he was hoping she was wrong, just hoping his slayer was still alive. He gently set her on the couch before running off to get the rest of the Scoobies. “Giles, what’s wrong?”

“Willow. Thank god I found you. Get the others, Angel, Dawn, Xander, Wesley, Cordelia, Andrew. And hurry.” Willow was frozen in place for a moment, shocked at Giles’s lost and terrified tone. She suddenly squeaked and took off. Giles stood in the main hall pacing, hoping to god Faith was wrong. He looked up startled at the sound of confused voices. He saw the gang bong herded down the hall by Willow. He closed his eyes and gestured to the sitting room. When they all got comfy, Giles gestured for Faith to begin. Faith drew up her courage and wove her story.

“I was talking on the phone with our newest contact, Zitterman, when I felt it. It was kinda like a tug, a jerk, and then…” Giles rubbed his hand down her back.

“Then what Faith?” Faith sniffled and plowed on.

“…And then it was like it was gone. The connection, the feeling. It was like I had a hole in my soul. Oh god it hurts…it hurts so much.” Faith curled her knees up to her chest and rocked back and forth chanting. “Oh god, oh god. It hurts, oh god,” over and over again. Giles and the others looked on with a growing sense of pain and horror. Angel walked over and gently laid a hand on her shoulder.

“Faith?” Faith sniffled and quieted for a few moments.

“Yea?”

“What’s gone? What left?” Faith sniffled again.

“My connection, my connection to Buffy.” She looked up, her eyes red and her face stained with tears. “She’s gone, she’s dead.” Then all hell broke loose.

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“So, are you going to take the job or what?” Mac, Joe, and Methos sat in Duncan’s loft, Joe in a chair, Mac and Methos with their legs tangled on the couch. They had been thinking over the offer George Hammond had left for Methos, and they had come to the conclusion that something was going on in the government that they weren’t about to share. They had yet to make a decision. “Well?” Methos ran his fingers through his hair and looked out the window.

“Possibly. They might have dug something up on immortals or something from my past of sorts and they want to know more. It shouldn’t be that hard to throw them off track.” Mac nodded slowly, thinking.

“And if they find out your immortal?” Methos shrugged.

“I’ll cross that bridge when I come to it.” Methos stood up in a slow stretch. “Well, you’d better call him Joe, tell him I’m in.”

“Me? Why not you?” Methos gave him a quirky grin.

“Because you’re the friend and I’m the business opportunity.” He bent down to give Mac a quick kiss before strolling to the lift and out of the loft. Duncan shook his head chuckling.

“Well Joe, you’d better get on to calling your old friend.” He then went into full-blown laughter at the artic glare Joe sent his way.

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Angel vamped out and tossed a lamp across the room while everyone else either screamed, cried, or both. Dawn was kneeling on the floor, in shock, staring at her hands. “She said she wouldn’t go, she said she wouldn’t go,” repeated over and over. Faith continued to rock back and forth. Giles, quickly seeing what chaos was emerging, quickly left the room to silently grieve in his own, with a bottle of brandy. Giles grabbed the bottle from his stash and flung himself into the nearest chair. Holding up the bottle and taking a big swing he repeated over and over in his mind/I’m sorry, I’m so sorry Buffy./

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Thousands of miles away, high in the air in First Class sat Buffy Summers. Staring out the window she softly whispered, “I’m sorry.”