ALTERNATE Second Verse idea
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jadelyntateSo, when I was just starting Second Verse, the initiial premise was....well, way different. The kids all remembered their old life, they had Giles, Jenny, and Joyce already there, and a few others were with them. I didn't get to introducing everyone before I changed things and what I had written became useless to the fic.
However, I really really like what I had written so I'm gonna give you the UNFINISHED alternate version of how Second Verse could have gone. Hope you like!
Rupert Giles, former watcher and champion, watched as the three men and one woman he’d been following transported down into Atlantis. They couldn’t see him; he was ascended now, watching over as he used to. Before.
“Welcome to Atlantis,” Elizabeth Weir greeted the group. General Jack O’Neill, Dr. Daniel Jackson, and Colonel’s Sam Carter and Cam Mitchell smiled at her. “I’m sorry Teal’c couldn’t make it.”
“So was he,” Mitchell smirked and Rupert harrumphed—it was only Skaara’s speaking to him that had made the Jaffa stay in the Milky Way. Rupert watched as the male colonel nodded at a man coming down the steps. “Hey, Sheppard.”
Lt. Colonel John Sheppard nodded back, a half smile on his face. He turned a full smirk on the general and linguist and Rupert had a sudden flash of just why he had been chosen. “General. Colonel. Doctor.”
“Sheppard, you can’t ever seem to stay out of trouble, can you?” was the general’s greeting. John shrugged as innocently as he could muster.
“I gathered the group you requested,” Weir said, leading the way up the staircase. Rupert smiled at the wide-eyed expression of joy on the linguists face and the bemused expressions on the military officer’s. Elizabeth frowned. “I still don’t understand why you need them all.”
“To be honest, we’re not sure either,” Jackson admitted. “We’re supposed to find out when we’re all together.”
“Excuse me?” Elizabeth murmured as they walked into the conference room. Lorne stood up upon sight of the trio but O’Neill waved him back down. Ronon and Teyla were frowning in confusion and Caldwell, who’d apparently transported himself straight into the conference room without asking if he was wanted first, just looked bored.
“A little over a month ago, we were visited by three men and two women,” Jackson got straight to the point. “My step-son and brother-in-law were two of them.”
“Correct me if I’m wrong, Dr. Jackson,” Elizabeth broke in, frowning, “But aren’t Shifu and Skaara ascended?”
“You’re not wrong,” O’Neill shook his head. He was frowning. “You can imagine the chaos their appearance in the SGC caused.”
There were several giggles from the children at that—the general was apparently the master of the understatement.
“So why are you here?” Rodney asked and then his eyes narrowed. “Did they tell you something?”
“Not exactly,” Mitchell broke in as Rupert turned to greet his companion. “They told us to come here and gather all of you.”
“And we thank you for doing so so quickly,” a young boy said as the three men appeared to the Stargate personnel. Joyce and Jenny were keeping the kids relatively calm and so didn’t appear with them. “I am Shifu.”
“Skaara.”
“Rupert Giles but you might as well call me Giles,” Rupert said wryly. “The children never seemed to call me anything else.”
“Excuse me?” Rodney asked, frowning.
“We have come to request a favor,” Shifu said, ignoring Rodney. Rupert’s lips quirked at the huff of annoyance from the man. “Giles?”
“You are aware of different dimensions and realities, correct?” he asked and everyone nodded. Rodney went to open his mouth but a quick look from Jackson disabused him of that. “Good. I am only recently ascended—I came from a different universe that was on the verge of Armageddon.”
You could have heard a pin drop in the room—even Rodney couldn’t find anything to say to that. Rupert’s lips quirked again. “There was nothing we could do—due to circumstances beyond our control, our universe was completely obliterated. Everything was destroyed.”
“How’d you survive?” Ronon grunted out curiously from the corner. Rupert shot him a quick smile before motioning to Shifu and Skaara.
“They interfered,” he said dryly and nodding knowingly at Jackson’s startled look. “The Other’s are not pleased with them but know they must complete what they have started—the children cannot remain as they are.”
“Children?” O’Neill asked sharply. Rupert nodded, sighing.
“Myself, Joyce, and Jenny retained our adult bodies but for reasons we do not know, the children cannot take on their old physical forms—they have been reduced roughly seventeen years.”
“How old were they before?” Teyla inquired. Rupert smiled at her, thinking absently his children had chosen well.
“All but three were in their twenties—the others were in high school when our world went to hell,” Rupert said.
“What does this have to do with us?” Sam inquired. Rupert sighed.
“Jenny, Joyce, and I are ascended now,” he told them. “And before they brought us here, Shifu and Skaara promised those…ascended…beings from our own universe who looked after us that we would all be taken care of—that the children would be protected.”
“They can’t stay with you ascended people.”
Everyone looked at Rodney to find him staring at the three men flatly.
“We gave them the choice of who in the mortal realm they wished to lay claim to,” Shifu spoke up. He smiled slightly. “All of you were the parents chosen.”
Again, the room went absolutely silent. Rupert watched the group in a bit of amusement—his children were already giving this group heart attacks and they hadn’t even arrived yet. Speak of the devil…
“Look what you did Shifu,” a tiny voice said and a little girl with blonde pigtails appeared. “You broke them!”
There were several faint laughs around the room, proving that the children were watching but not showing themselves. Buffy turned her eyes critically on the group watching her warily. She put her hand on her hips and stared around before settling on John. Visibly steeling herself, she marched up to where he was sitting ramrod straight in his chair.
“Cordy and I fight all the time,” she informed him bluntly. “In fact, we got into a fight over who got you but finally decided you’re stuck with us both.”
“Cordy?” John strangled out. Buffy and Rupert both smirked.
“Queen C,” she replied. “She prided herself on being the biggest bitch in high school. And she was.”
“Language,” John said, seemingly on instinct, as an outraged yell announced the presense of a pint-sized Cordelia.
“I was going to be nice and not tell him what you did to the high school at graduation but now I’m gonna tell him anyway,” the girl announced with a scowl.
“What did you do?” John asked, looking like he wasn’t sure he wanted to know. Rupert didn’t even try to hide the amused expression on his face when the colonel looked at him worriedly.
“She blew it up,” Cordelia announced. The room went dead silent a moment before O’Neill and Rodney began laughing.
“Looks like a match made in heaven,” the general said, smirking, and Rupert wondered if he really was okay or faking it. John scowled as Buffy turned on him. She studied the older man a moment before exchanging a grin with Cordelia. Rupert sighed and wondered how long it would take the people watching to realize that it was NEVER a good sign when those two or and/or Willow and Anya agreed on something.
“I wouldn’t be laughing, dude,” Buffy told him bluntly.
“Yeah,” Cordelia agreed. “Who do you think got her the bombs?”
O’Neill abruptly stopped laughing, thus proving to Rupert that he’d been faking the acceptance of the situation. “Excuse me?”
“Thanks ladies,” a boy’s voice said sarcastically just before Xander appeared. “Just what I wanted my first impression to be.”
“You’re welcome,” Buffy and Cordelia crooned sweetly. He made a face at them before turning on O’Neill.
“I’m Xander,” he told him bluntly. “I chose you cause you like Simpsons but you’re nuts if you think you’re separating me from my girls.”
“I…”O’Neill seemed to be at a loss of words.
“You’re girls?” Jackson, not surprisingly, was the one who broke in. Xander turned to him.
“My girls,” he replied firmly. “Where they go, so goes my nation.”
“None of us are being separated,” another boy, older than the other three, appeared. He, like a few of the others, had been a surprise to Rupert—he hadn’t known they’d died. “I’m Graham. I’m yours.”
Mitchell stared at the young boy who’d claimed him and could practically hear the man’s thoughts—this was a man wondering if there was anywhere he could run when his mother found out she was a grandma.
“You broke him Gray,” a soft lilting voice said, amused. A tiny redhead appeared with another blonde and a taller boy about Graham’s age holding a baby.
“I’m William,” the boy said, staring at Jackson. “This is Dawn. She’s crazy into languages so we decided she’d be better off with you.”
“And since I couldn’t be with her,” Buffy said, scowling at Shifu and Skaara, “Spike stays with Dawnie.”
“You two were close?” Jackson asked, pinching his nose. Buffy looked at him a moment and Rupert knew what she was thinking—Jackson was the most understanding because he’d been ascended. He’d be the one the others would look to for answers and he probably knew it.
“She’s my baby sister,” she finally told him. “I died for her once and I’ll do it again. You’re gonna see me a LOT.”
“Why can’t they be together?” Jackson asked an outraged look on his face as he stared at his step-son and brother-in-law. Rupert wholly approved.
“The Others threatened to send them back if we didn’t agree,” he broke in with an irritable look up. “Something about blood not mingling—I don’t particularly care for the blighters but I’m not strong enough to face them on my own.”
“Uh oh,” the redhead said, staring. “We just got Giles to stop ranting about Them.”
“And who’s daughter are you?” Elizabeth broke in, staring at her. She smiled at Elizabeth.
“I was going to be yours,” Willow told her. “But, no offense, I liked him more.”
Rodney’s eyes practically bulged from their sockets as he stared. Everyone else was looking surprised too but Rupert, who’d initially been surprised, had had the reasons explained to him very clearly and understood her decision.
“It’s a geek thing,” Xander summed up when Willow blushed. “She’s scary with a computer—the FIB never did figure out who was hacking them.”
“The babbling helps too,” Buffy noted and Cordelia made a sound of agreement as the adults all stared at the bright red redhead.
“And what about you?” Lorne gently asked the blonde by Willow. The girl smiled shyly at him.
“I’m Tara,” she introduced herself. “I chose you.”
“Oh,” the major replied faintly.
“Anyone else thinking Pokemon?” a short kid with blue hair asked as he appeared with another baby and holding the hand of a toddler. He nodded at Carson and Rupert felt his heart restrict—he’d been hunted down by Cain and killed less than a week before the End. “I’m Oz.”
“Oz?” the Scot asked hesitantly. The boy shrugged.
“Last name was Osbourne.”
“His first name was Daniel,” Willow piped up. “He never went by it though.”
“This is Andrew,” he said, handing the hand of the toddler to Carter, who stared at him.
“He can’t talk yet,” Willow said. She scowled at the boy. “Consider it a blessing.”
“If you ever give him a camcorder, I’ll kill you,” Buffy threatened the female colonel. “He drove me nuts with the thing!”
“He drove us nuts, period,” Xander corrected, apparently not seeing the pinched look on the woman’s face at this. He looked around. “Ahn? You showing up anytime soon?”
“I’m getting ready for my rejection,” a girl said as she appeared. She quite obviously was looking anywhere but at Rodney. “He’s not going to like me.”
“Anya is very blunt—she doesn’t have a mouth filter, kinda like you,” Willow informed Rodney.
“It’s gotten her into a lot of trouble but she’s got a good heart.”
“You hated me,” Anya snapped as Rodney scowled. “Everyone did.”
“We didn’t understand you, Ahn,” Buffy said, rolling her eyes. “You grow on people though—like a fungus.”
“See?!” Anya said, huffing. Rupert hide a smile at the way Elizabeth and Teyla were looking between the two blondes to John and Rodney.
“Just remember what we talked about,” Xander said, wrapping an arm around her shoulders. “Like the rules of working for Giles, remember?”
“Why can’t I talk about sex?” she demanded. Half the room choked but the kids and the ascended weren’t surprised. Xander, in fact just kissed her forehead.
“Cause you’re six years old again,” he reminded her patiently. “Six year olds don’t talk about sex.”
“Ever,” Rodney choked out. “Never ever.”
“I’m gay,” Willow blurted. She was wringing her hands as Tara bit her lip. Rupert glared at the man, just daring him to say anything.
“M-me too,” she stuttered to Lorne. The room switched from staring at Anya and Xander, who were quietly arguing about not talking about sex, to the two girls.
“I’m from San Francisco,” Lorne finally said. He refused to look at any of the military but was able to muster a reassuring smile for Tara. “I don’t care.”
“Canadian,” Rodney snorted as he hesitantly pulled a surprised Anya onto his lap. “It’s the American’s who’ve got it all backwards, not us.”
“I tend to date older guys,” Buffy said suddenly, looking up at John as Willow beamed at Rodney. John frowned at her and Cordelia.
“Neither of you are dating until you’re thirty,” he told them firmly. Rupert grinned at the way the two girls stared at him.
“Told you” another brunette appeared, this one just oozing predator. She grinned at Ronon, who frowned. “Hair-gel is gonna be the worst overprotective father, ever.”
“And you think Dreds is gonna be any better?” Buffy demanded, hands on her hips, as John sputtered at the nickname. Faith smirked at the suddenly wide-eyed Satedan.
“I bet you anything he teaches me to fight.”
“You already know how to fight.”
“He’ll teach me better.”
“You’re not courting until your forty,” Ronon informed Faith firmly. The kids and Rupert cracked up at the horrified look on the brunette’s face.
“I suppose that just leaves these two,” Joyce said, appearing with Jenny and two bundles. She handed the tiny little blonde baby to Teyla, whose breath seemed to catch as she looked at her new daughter. Giles smiled as Joyce smoothed the baby’s hair away from her face. “Her name is Cassie. She had a heart defect but it’s been fixed.”
“Good to know,” Beckett told Joyce though his gaze never left Oz, who had picked up the final bundle. The seven year old turned to Weir.
“This is Jordan,” he told her, handing her over after a brief hesitation. “He was my cousin.”
“I can’t…” Carter spoke up and everyone turned to her. She looked completely lost as she stared down at the little boy trying to crawl up her knees. “How could I possibly take care of him?”
“We’ll work something out,” O’Neill told her. He glanced at the five ascended beings as he gently ran a hand across Xander’s back. “I take it we’re not allowed to give them away.”
“ZPM’s,” Rupert announced and everyone snapped to him. “You take them in, keep them among you, the Ancients will give you the location of a stash of seven ZPM’s.
“Fourteen, one for each kid,” Rodney said immediately. Rupert rolled his eyes as several people looked at Rodney askance.
“The seven ZPM’s are the only fully charged ones left in either galaxy,” he informed him. “We can’t give you what we don’t have.”
“Schematics on how to make them then,” Rodney insisted.
“The schematics are in the database,” Jenny informed him firmly. “Just keep looking. You’ll find them.”
“I could help!” Willow said, smiling hopefully up at Rodney. He stared at her.
“You hacked the FBI?”
She looked down at her toes. “Among others,” she muttered.
“And you were never caught?”
“…no…” Willow was frowning in confusion as she looked up at the thoughtful sounding physicist. Rupert had a feeling this was not the reaction she’d been expecting.
However, I really really like what I had written so I'm gonna give you the UNFINISHED alternate version of how Second Verse could have gone. Hope you like!
Rupert Giles, former watcher and champion, watched as the three men and one woman he’d been following transported down into Atlantis. They couldn’t see him; he was ascended now, watching over as he used to. Before.
“Welcome to Atlantis,” Elizabeth Weir greeted the group. General Jack O’Neill, Dr. Daniel Jackson, and Colonel’s Sam Carter and Cam Mitchell smiled at her. “I’m sorry Teal’c couldn’t make it.”
“So was he,” Mitchell smirked and Rupert harrumphed—it was only Skaara’s speaking to him that had made the Jaffa stay in the Milky Way. Rupert watched as the male colonel nodded at a man coming down the steps. “Hey, Sheppard.”
Lt. Colonel John Sheppard nodded back, a half smile on his face. He turned a full smirk on the general and linguist and Rupert had a sudden flash of just why he had been chosen. “General. Colonel. Doctor.”
“Sheppard, you can’t ever seem to stay out of trouble, can you?” was the general’s greeting. John shrugged as innocently as he could muster.
“I gathered the group you requested,” Weir said, leading the way up the staircase. Rupert smiled at the wide-eyed expression of joy on the linguists face and the bemused expressions on the military officer’s. Elizabeth frowned. “I still don’t understand why you need them all.”
“To be honest, we’re not sure either,” Jackson admitted. “We’re supposed to find out when we’re all together.”
“Excuse me?” Elizabeth murmured as they walked into the conference room. Lorne stood up upon sight of the trio but O’Neill waved him back down. Ronon and Teyla were frowning in confusion and Caldwell, who’d apparently transported himself straight into the conference room without asking if he was wanted first, just looked bored.
“A little over a month ago, we were visited by three men and two women,” Jackson got straight to the point. “My step-son and brother-in-law were two of them.”
“Correct me if I’m wrong, Dr. Jackson,” Elizabeth broke in, frowning, “But aren’t Shifu and Skaara ascended?”
“You’re not wrong,” O’Neill shook his head. He was frowning. “You can imagine the chaos their appearance in the SGC caused.”
There were several giggles from the children at that—the general was apparently the master of the understatement.
“So why are you here?” Rodney asked and then his eyes narrowed. “Did they tell you something?”
“Not exactly,” Mitchell broke in as Rupert turned to greet his companion. “They told us to come here and gather all of you.”
“And we thank you for doing so so quickly,” a young boy said as the three men appeared to the Stargate personnel. Joyce and Jenny were keeping the kids relatively calm and so didn’t appear with them. “I am Shifu.”
“Skaara.”
“Rupert Giles but you might as well call me Giles,” Rupert said wryly. “The children never seemed to call me anything else.”
“Excuse me?” Rodney asked, frowning.
“We have come to request a favor,” Shifu said, ignoring Rodney. Rupert’s lips quirked at the huff of annoyance from the man. “Giles?”
“You are aware of different dimensions and realities, correct?” he asked and everyone nodded. Rodney went to open his mouth but a quick look from Jackson disabused him of that. “Good. I am only recently ascended—I came from a different universe that was on the verge of Armageddon.”
You could have heard a pin drop in the room—even Rodney couldn’t find anything to say to that. Rupert’s lips quirked again. “There was nothing we could do—due to circumstances beyond our control, our universe was completely obliterated. Everything was destroyed.”
“How’d you survive?” Ronon grunted out curiously from the corner. Rupert shot him a quick smile before motioning to Shifu and Skaara.
“They interfered,” he said dryly and nodding knowingly at Jackson’s startled look. “The Other’s are not pleased with them but know they must complete what they have started—the children cannot remain as they are.”
“Children?” O’Neill asked sharply. Rupert nodded, sighing.
“Myself, Joyce, and Jenny retained our adult bodies but for reasons we do not know, the children cannot take on their old physical forms—they have been reduced roughly seventeen years.”
“How old were they before?” Teyla inquired. Rupert smiled at her, thinking absently his children had chosen well.
“All but three were in their twenties—the others were in high school when our world went to hell,” Rupert said.
“What does this have to do with us?” Sam inquired. Rupert sighed.
“Jenny, Joyce, and I are ascended now,” he told them. “And before they brought us here, Shifu and Skaara promised those…ascended…beings from our own universe who looked after us that we would all be taken care of—that the children would be protected.”
“They can’t stay with you ascended people.”
Everyone looked at Rodney to find him staring at the three men flatly.
“We gave them the choice of who in the mortal realm they wished to lay claim to,” Shifu spoke up. He smiled slightly. “All of you were the parents chosen.”
Again, the room went absolutely silent. Rupert watched the group in a bit of amusement—his children were already giving this group heart attacks and they hadn’t even arrived yet. Speak of the devil…
“Look what you did Shifu,” a tiny voice said and a little girl with blonde pigtails appeared. “You broke them!”
There were several faint laughs around the room, proving that the children were watching but not showing themselves. Buffy turned her eyes critically on the group watching her warily. She put her hand on her hips and stared around before settling on John. Visibly steeling herself, she marched up to where he was sitting ramrod straight in his chair.
“Cordy and I fight all the time,” she informed him bluntly. “In fact, we got into a fight over who got you but finally decided you’re stuck with us both.”
“Cordy?” John strangled out. Buffy and Rupert both smirked.
“Queen C,” she replied. “She prided herself on being the biggest bitch in high school. And she was.”
“Language,” John said, seemingly on instinct, as an outraged yell announced the presense of a pint-sized Cordelia.
“I was going to be nice and not tell him what you did to the high school at graduation but now I’m gonna tell him anyway,” the girl announced with a scowl.
“What did you do?” John asked, looking like he wasn’t sure he wanted to know. Rupert didn’t even try to hide the amused expression on his face when the colonel looked at him worriedly.
“She blew it up,” Cordelia announced. The room went dead silent a moment before O’Neill and Rodney began laughing.
“Looks like a match made in heaven,” the general said, smirking, and Rupert wondered if he really was okay or faking it. John scowled as Buffy turned on him. She studied the older man a moment before exchanging a grin with Cordelia. Rupert sighed and wondered how long it would take the people watching to realize that it was NEVER a good sign when those two or and/or Willow and Anya agreed on something.
“I wouldn’t be laughing, dude,” Buffy told him bluntly.
“Yeah,” Cordelia agreed. “Who do you think got her the bombs?”
O’Neill abruptly stopped laughing, thus proving to Rupert that he’d been faking the acceptance of the situation. “Excuse me?”
“Thanks ladies,” a boy’s voice said sarcastically just before Xander appeared. “Just what I wanted my first impression to be.”
“You’re welcome,” Buffy and Cordelia crooned sweetly. He made a face at them before turning on O’Neill.
“I’m Xander,” he told him bluntly. “I chose you cause you like Simpsons but you’re nuts if you think you’re separating me from my girls.”
“I…”O’Neill seemed to be at a loss of words.
“You’re girls?” Jackson, not surprisingly, was the one who broke in. Xander turned to him.
“My girls,” he replied firmly. “Where they go, so goes my nation.”
“None of us are being separated,” another boy, older than the other three, appeared. He, like a few of the others, had been a surprise to Rupert—he hadn’t known they’d died. “I’m Graham. I’m yours.”
Mitchell stared at the young boy who’d claimed him and could practically hear the man’s thoughts—this was a man wondering if there was anywhere he could run when his mother found out she was a grandma.
“You broke him Gray,” a soft lilting voice said, amused. A tiny redhead appeared with another blonde and a taller boy about Graham’s age holding a baby.
“I’m William,” the boy said, staring at Jackson. “This is Dawn. She’s crazy into languages so we decided she’d be better off with you.”
“And since I couldn’t be with her,” Buffy said, scowling at Shifu and Skaara, “Spike stays with Dawnie.”
“You two were close?” Jackson asked, pinching his nose. Buffy looked at him a moment and Rupert knew what she was thinking—Jackson was the most understanding because he’d been ascended. He’d be the one the others would look to for answers and he probably knew it.
“She’s my baby sister,” she finally told him. “I died for her once and I’ll do it again. You’re gonna see me a LOT.”
“Why can’t they be together?” Jackson asked an outraged look on his face as he stared at his step-son and brother-in-law. Rupert wholly approved.
“The Others threatened to send them back if we didn’t agree,” he broke in with an irritable look up. “Something about blood not mingling—I don’t particularly care for the blighters but I’m not strong enough to face them on my own.”
“Uh oh,” the redhead said, staring. “We just got Giles to stop ranting about Them.”
“And who’s daughter are you?” Elizabeth broke in, staring at her. She smiled at Elizabeth.
“I was going to be yours,” Willow told her. “But, no offense, I liked him more.”
Rodney’s eyes practically bulged from their sockets as he stared. Everyone else was looking surprised too but Rupert, who’d initially been surprised, had had the reasons explained to him very clearly and understood her decision.
“It’s a geek thing,” Xander summed up when Willow blushed. “She’s scary with a computer—the FIB never did figure out who was hacking them.”
“The babbling helps too,” Buffy noted and Cordelia made a sound of agreement as the adults all stared at the bright red redhead.
“And what about you?” Lorne gently asked the blonde by Willow. The girl smiled shyly at him.
“I’m Tara,” she introduced herself. “I chose you.”
“Oh,” the major replied faintly.
“Anyone else thinking Pokemon?” a short kid with blue hair asked as he appeared with another baby and holding the hand of a toddler. He nodded at Carson and Rupert felt his heart restrict—he’d been hunted down by Cain and killed less than a week before the End. “I’m Oz.”
“Oz?” the Scot asked hesitantly. The boy shrugged.
“Last name was Osbourne.”
“His first name was Daniel,” Willow piped up. “He never went by it though.”
“This is Andrew,” he said, handing the hand of the toddler to Carter, who stared at him.
“He can’t talk yet,” Willow said. She scowled at the boy. “Consider it a blessing.”
“If you ever give him a camcorder, I’ll kill you,” Buffy threatened the female colonel. “He drove me nuts with the thing!”
“He drove us nuts, period,” Xander corrected, apparently not seeing the pinched look on the woman’s face at this. He looked around. “Ahn? You showing up anytime soon?”
“I’m getting ready for my rejection,” a girl said as she appeared. She quite obviously was looking anywhere but at Rodney. “He’s not going to like me.”
“Anya is very blunt—she doesn’t have a mouth filter, kinda like you,” Willow informed Rodney.
“It’s gotten her into a lot of trouble but she’s got a good heart.”
“You hated me,” Anya snapped as Rodney scowled. “Everyone did.”
“We didn’t understand you, Ahn,” Buffy said, rolling her eyes. “You grow on people though—like a fungus.”
“See?!” Anya said, huffing. Rupert hide a smile at the way Elizabeth and Teyla were looking between the two blondes to John and Rodney.
“Just remember what we talked about,” Xander said, wrapping an arm around her shoulders. “Like the rules of working for Giles, remember?”
“Why can’t I talk about sex?” she demanded. Half the room choked but the kids and the ascended weren’t surprised. Xander, in fact just kissed her forehead.
“Cause you’re six years old again,” he reminded her patiently. “Six year olds don’t talk about sex.”
“Ever,” Rodney choked out. “Never ever.”
“I’m gay,” Willow blurted. She was wringing her hands as Tara bit her lip. Rupert glared at the man, just daring him to say anything.
“M-me too,” she stuttered to Lorne. The room switched from staring at Anya and Xander, who were quietly arguing about not talking about sex, to the two girls.
“I’m from San Francisco,” Lorne finally said. He refused to look at any of the military but was able to muster a reassuring smile for Tara. “I don’t care.”
“Canadian,” Rodney snorted as he hesitantly pulled a surprised Anya onto his lap. “It’s the American’s who’ve got it all backwards, not us.”
“I tend to date older guys,” Buffy said suddenly, looking up at John as Willow beamed at Rodney. John frowned at her and Cordelia.
“Neither of you are dating until you’re thirty,” he told them firmly. Rupert grinned at the way the two girls stared at him.
“Told you” another brunette appeared, this one just oozing predator. She grinned at Ronon, who frowned. “Hair-gel is gonna be the worst overprotective father, ever.”
“And you think Dreds is gonna be any better?” Buffy demanded, hands on her hips, as John sputtered at the nickname. Faith smirked at the suddenly wide-eyed Satedan.
“I bet you anything he teaches me to fight.”
“You already know how to fight.”
“He’ll teach me better.”
“You’re not courting until your forty,” Ronon informed Faith firmly. The kids and Rupert cracked up at the horrified look on the brunette’s face.
“I suppose that just leaves these two,” Joyce said, appearing with Jenny and two bundles. She handed the tiny little blonde baby to Teyla, whose breath seemed to catch as she looked at her new daughter. Giles smiled as Joyce smoothed the baby’s hair away from her face. “Her name is Cassie. She had a heart defect but it’s been fixed.”
“Good to know,” Beckett told Joyce though his gaze never left Oz, who had picked up the final bundle. The seven year old turned to Weir.
“This is Jordan,” he told her, handing her over after a brief hesitation. “He was my cousin.”
“I can’t…” Carter spoke up and everyone turned to her. She looked completely lost as she stared down at the little boy trying to crawl up her knees. “How could I possibly take care of him?”
“We’ll work something out,” O’Neill told her. He glanced at the five ascended beings as he gently ran a hand across Xander’s back. “I take it we’re not allowed to give them away.”
“ZPM’s,” Rupert announced and everyone snapped to him. “You take them in, keep them among you, the Ancients will give you the location of a stash of seven ZPM’s.
“Fourteen, one for each kid,” Rodney said immediately. Rupert rolled his eyes as several people looked at Rodney askance.
“The seven ZPM’s are the only fully charged ones left in either galaxy,” he informed him. “We can’t give you what we don’t have.”
“Schematics on how to make them then,” Rodney insisted.
“The schematics are in the database,” Jenny informed him firmly. “Just keep looking. You’ll find them.”
“I could help!” Willow said, smiling hopefully up at Rodney. He stared at her.
“You hacked the FBI?”
She looked down at her toes. “Among others,” she muttered.
“And you were never caught?”
“…no…” Willow was frowning in confusion as she looked up at the thoughtful sounding physicist. Rupert had a feeling this was not the reaction she’d been expecting.
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Date: 2010-03-10 02:58 am (UTC)(I'd start nitpicking typos, but as this is a draft, I'll behave unless you want me to. :)