Title: Family Legacy

Author: Gwenyth Hunter

Rating: R-ish to be on the safe side. Or would that be "M" now? Violence, Language (the F- word will fly occasionally)

Category: Angst, Action/Adventure, Crossover

Summary: Daniel Jackson always believed Nick was his only living relative. Stargate SG-1/Buffy the Vampire Slayer crossover.

Spoilers: Through Evolution for Stargate. Through Chosen for Buffy.

Author's Note: Been juggling plot bunnies for awhile, knowing I wanted to do a Stargate/Buffy crossover. But I never knew what approach to take. And now I have it! (Yay me!) Anyway, I know there are a lot of really good stories out there crossing the shows and I hope mine is half as good.

Disclaimer: I don't own Stargate: SG-1 or Buffy the Vampire Slayer. (Although I sometime pretend I own Daniel, Jack, Teal'c, Cam, Xander, Angel, Riley and Spike. Mmmmm! sigh) This fanfic is just an exercise of my warped imagination. No infringement is intended. (Please no suing me. I have nothing.)

Epilogue

November 26, 2002

Susan Pruitt could swear someone, or something, was following her. The hair on the back of her neck was prickling.

The sun had only just set and she had just left work to walk the London streets toward her the home she shared with her husband and his mother.

She was less than a block away when they attacked.

Susan didn't believe they were human, they couldn't be. There were four of them – whatever they were. They didn't have eyes, just strange scars that looked like symbols. They were frightening in appearance.

But she didn't hesitate. Pulling out a knife and a wooden stake she attacked.

When the first one bled from the stake to the heart she knew they weren't some new kind of vampire.

Susan wounded another but the last two were relentless. So she opted for a retreat.

"Olivia! Olivia! Mother, open the door!" she shouted as the ran up the steps to the front door of her house.

Her mother-in-law pulled open the door and drug Susan in the door with one hand and shot her pursuers with the gun in the other.

The women slammed the door shut and bolted it.

"What were they?" Susan panted. She turned to Olivia and froze when she saw the tears in the older woman's eyes. "Mother? What's wrong?"

"The council was attacked. Someone blew it up."

Susan gasped. "No. That… that can't be. I just left there. Oh god! I just left Gordon there!"

Susan broke down into sobs. Her husband and the other watchers were dead.

Olivia held her daughter-in-law and they cried for the loss of a husband and son.

September 2003

Rupert Giles listened to the stampede of teenaged girls run giggling out onto the back lawn for their morning warm-ups with Buffy and Faith. Once more he silently bemoaned the fact that he would never again have the peace and quiet of a flat to himself.

Now he was stuck rebuilding the Watcher's Council and running a training center for new Slayers.

He made his way down the main corridor on the bottom floor of the old boarding school he and others from the council had purchased using funds they had from the old council and some of their own. They were effectively running what was considered the North American Headquarters of the Watcher's Council in Cleveland. There were others of the council that had done similar in England, Russia, Germany and Japan. But they had barely enough Watchers to train the girls and the new Watchers they were recruiting.

Giles had it easy compared to some of his fellow watchers. He had the help of not only Buffy and Faith, but Dawn, Willow, Xander, Robin Wood and even Andrew. But he also had two watchers from England – Olivia Pruitt and her daughter-in-law Susan.

After the direct attack on the council and Gordon Pruitt's death the two women needed a purpose away from the memories. And it didn't hurt that Giles' father was Olivia's cousin. It made Giles her only living relative beside an estranged brother who was also in America. Giles knew Olivia hoped to find her beloved older brother.

When Giles reached the meeting room he found Willow working away on her laptop with Susan seated next to her.

"Willow. Susan. How are you ladies this morning?" Giles greeted.

"Oh, um, really good. I think I have a lead on Olivia's brother finally."

"This is so exciting," Susan enthused. "I'm going to go get Mother. She's been waiting a long time for this."

After Susan left Willow looked up at Giles. "Do… do you think this will go well? I mean, what if he doesn't want anything to do with her? He wanted to get away from the 'family business,'" Willow said making air quotes.

"Well, y – yes. That's a possibility. But we've got to hope for the best."

"And hope for a new watcher to train."

Giles grinned sheepishly at that. "That – that too."

Olivia and Susan came into the room, both smiling. Willow and Giles could see the hope shining in Olivia's eyes.

"You've found Daniel?"

"I – I think so."

"Oh Rupert," Olivia breathed. "You don't know how much I've missed my big brother. It's been so long since I've seen him."

Willow frowned at her computer screen.

"Is something wrong Willow?" Susan asked.

The Wicca felt tears start to prick her eyes. She looked up at Olivia sadly.

"He's dead, isn't he?" Olivia whispered.

"He died of complications from pneumonia in 1963. I'm so sorry."

Olivia sat down and Susan took her hand for comfort.

"I'm sorry Olivia," Giles said softly.

Willow glanced back at her computer. "Wait! He had a son…" she trailed off. "Who died too in an accident in 1973."

"Willow, I don't think that's helping," Giles insisted.

"I know I'm sorry."

They sat silently while Willow typed some more.

"Oh. Oh! Oh – the son had a son. And he's still alive!"

Olivia looked hopefully at Willow.

"Yeah! A – a Daniel Nicholas Jackson, born to Melbourne and Claire Jackson on July 8 1965."

"Daniel has a grandson. Oh, this is so wonderful Willow." Olivia got up and hugged her. "Thank you."

Giles stood and smiled kindly at the woman. "Why don't you go see what Andrew's prepared for breakfast while Willow finds out how to contact Mr. Jackson?"

"Doctor," Willow corrected.

"What?" he asked confused.

"Oh, he's listed as Dr. Daniel Jackson. It looks like he's an archeologist."

"He followed his grandfather's dream," Olivia said.

Giles smiled. "Go on and eat. We'll make sure you can contact him as soon as possible."

Willow continued to search out information on Dr. Daniel Jackson as the two women left to get breakfast.

Buffy, Dawn, Xander, Faith and Robin entered the meeting room nearly an hour later for their daily meeting.

"So I heard you found Liv's family," Faith said casually as she took a seat across the table from the redhead.

"Yeah," Willow said with a frown.

"What's up?" Xander asked when he noticed. He stood over Willow's shoulder and tried to look at the computer screen.

"I'm just frustrated. Turns out Dr. Jackson is a little harder to track down than I thought."

"Why don't you try a little discreet hacking?" Buffy suggested, earning a frown from Giles.

"That's what I have been trying since I found him. It's like he doesn't want to be found and covered his tracks really well. All I know about him so far is he's an archeologist, anthropologist and is fluent in over twenty languages – most of those dead."

"Cool!" Dawn exclaimed popping out of her seat and moving closer to Willow. "Does he know Sumerian? I'm still kinda iffy on it."

"I think so. But I'm not really worried about that right now."

"You can exchange notes with him after Will tracks him down," Buffy offered dryly.

"Crap!" Xander exclaimed cutting off Dawn's response.

"What?" Giles asked worried.

"Uh," Willow hesitated. "It looks like my hacking may have tipped someone off."

"Just use some magic to finish the hack," Faith suggested casually.

"Might as well," Willow mumbled.

Everyone grew quiet while Willow did her thing, but the silence was shattered by a ringing phone.

Giles picked up the phone that few had the number to. "North American Watcher's Council."

"Dr. Giles? This is Major Paul Davis from the Pentagon."

Giles recalled the man from a meeting that had been set up between the new council and a group of international military officials that referred to themselves as "homeworld security."

"What can I do for you Major?"

"Well someone has been hacking into one of our files and we traced the activity to your people."

Giles pushed his glasses up his nose and turned to give the others a look of uneasiness. He didn't like where this was headed. "What files would that be Major Davis?"

He could hear the irritation in the major's voice. "I think you know what I'm talking about."

"I'm not sure I do. Perhaps someone is using, ah – um, what is it called? Some sort of relay or something?"

"Maybe I should come out there for a brief meeting?"

"If you really feel it necessary."

"Well, my commanding officers do. I should arrive by tomorrow afternoon. Would you like to meet at your headquarters?"

Giles pushed his glasses up and pinched the bridge of his nose. "That shouldn't be a problem."

"See you tomorrow Dr. Giles."

"Ah – yes. See you then."

Giles hung up the phone and turned to the others. "Apparently our liaison with Homeworld Security wishes to see us tomorrow."

"Oh great!" Buffy said throwing up her arms. "What the hell for?"

"Apparently we've been hacking into some of their files."

Willow noticed everyone – Giles included – reading over her shoulder after that announcement.

"The military has files on our good Doctor?" Xander asked, skeptical. "Does this smell fishy to anyone else?"

"Maybe he had a bad run in," Dawn suggested. "Like with the Initiative?"

"Or maybe he is Initiative?" Faith added with a shrug.

Willow shook her head. "No, he's not military."

"Then what's their connection to him?" Robin asked.

"He works for the Air Force," Willow said, voice filled with confusion and wonder.

"I thought you said he wasn't military," Buffy said.

"He – he's not. He's a civilian attached to NORAD at Cheyenne Mountain. But that's deep-space telemetry. What do they need an archeologist for that?"

"Maybe looking for some alien colonies," Xander teased.

Giles gave him a sharp look. "Don't be ridiculous. You're starting to sound like Andrew."

"Ouch Giles. I'm hurt."

He ignored Xander. "Don't try to search any further Willow. We'll see what Major Davis has to say tomorrow. If we don't get answers…"

"Which we won't," Buffy interrupted sourly.

"If we don't get answers tomorrow, we'll use some magic. And then we'll go to the source itself."