Faith's New Career.

By James Carmody.

Disclaimer: I don't own Buffy the Vampire Slayer, or any of the characters in that show/series, Joss Whedon does. Also: I don't own Stargate SG1, someone else does. I won't accept any money for this piece of crossover fanfiction- not one red cent! This is just for fun- my own and others'. Please don't sue, Mr. Whedon, or the owners of Stargate SG1. This is in support for your wonderful works.

Pairing: Faith/Sam Carter (chaste pairing- surprising relationship: read and find out!), also: Sam Carter/Jonas Hanson.

Characters: Faith Lehane, Samantha Carter (Colonel), Jack O'Neill (Brigadier General), Dr. Daniel Jackson, Dr. Janet Fraiser, various other characters. Mentioned: Most of the cast of characters in Buffy the Vampire Slayer as well (in Faith's past.)

Summery: Based on the picture on tthfanfic (twisting the Hellmouth fanfic) titled "The Gate She Must Choose" depicting a decent relationship between Faith Lehane and Samantha Carter, and with a new career for Miss Lehane in that storyline- please read, review/comment, and enjoy the story. Thank you in advance for your attention, and time spent. Further summery inside...

Author's Notes: I have obtained permission to write a story depicting the picture and going with it from the artist who made the picture, this is my attempt to do just that. Please tell me what you think of the story. This is post the demise of Sunnydale in the episode "Chosen" and it goes into a crossover from there- with Faith entering a surprising new career- especially considering her personality early in the series...(Also based partly on Robert Josef Levy's novel about Faith titled "Go Ask Malice") This is also after General George Hammond got his promotion, and it May include General Jacob Carter (Samantha's father). Based on this picture: Story-20457-15/christytrekkie+Faith+in+Watcher+

Chapter 1.): "Well, I'm in the Air Force Now..."

Chapter 1. Author's Notes (Beginning): Please do inform me of what you think. I also have "enlisted" a real life Air Force Veteran in the role of a "consultant" as to context of what would be said how... but this is my attempt. Think of it as a piece of schoolwork- the work will remain as written, but further Author's Notes will inform of any errors mentioned by him to me as to terminology and whatnot.

A certain Bostonian Brunette in her early twenties was seated in her room of a motel and packing her bags to go into the next phase of her life- she had constantly been seemingly harassed by her desired friends for her seeming lack of purpose- all her life with them she had seemed to have the purpose of doing whatever whim entered her noggin; and the result had landed her in prison, and turned her into a hardened criminal as well... quite literally a "bad girl" for most of her young life.

Yes, she had had some bad breaks in her young life, what with growing up in a gang-infested neighborhood; and her somewhat mysterious past had been rumored to have had her in a gang for a while (she had been exactly that messed up!)... but she finally felt that she was putting her life back together. Oh, this particular brunette girl had been overjoyed to find out that she was designed to fight against the monsters that lurked in the literal bowels of the night- the odds of finally fighting back against the preternatural monster who had his minions harass her throughout her life had been truly exhilarating for the young woman- but now she felt like she had a slight case of butterflies in her stomach.

Indeed, this young lady had been an evil girl during her first few years of adult life, but now Miss Faith Lehane was really focused on trying to put her life back in order as she packed her bags to go to her first post in her new job. She had passed Air Force ROTC at near the top of her class- but there sadly seems to be a bit of a "class system" in the military services, and those who attend the most prestigious military academies tend to get the most respect. "That's sad" the young female second lieutenant thought to herself "as the training is the same for the Army officers weather you attend West Point or ROTC- that kind of frankly sucks!" the brunette new officer thought bitterly about the inadvertent class system in regards to respect in the military services. As she thought this; she made a face like she had just sucked on a surprisingly very bitter food that she had expected to be anything but either bitter or sour.

What Faith had excelled best at was the physical side of the training, but thanks to a quirk only recently being discovered about humans (namely the trait that the more physically active someone is- the more responsive the person's mind will be), her academic grades "Which were of significantly more difficulty for me- due to my lack of interest in my formative years in academic learning.", Faith recalled, had been a point of sufficiently more difficulty for the brunette. She took some delight in this new task, as Father Patrick would say; that's a bit of a penance for your goofing off, Faith."

That had hurt when he had rebuked her like that- but now, with her increased "seasoning" of life, she found it oddly pleasing- especially thanks to the results of her studies to join the United States Air Force.

Looking back on her decision to enter Air Force Reserve Officer Training Program (ROTC for short), as she rode the buss later on to the base wherein her first posting was to be- an obscure post that officially was a "deep space radar telemetry" posting- "Seemingly more related to NASA than the US Military" The brunette in a US Air 2nd Lt.'s uniform thought with an ironic grin... but she was interested in learning more about this most peculiar assignment she had just found out about from a "Post it" note on the school wherein she was attending ROTC training. The site was known as "Area 51" and it was in the Nevada Desert.

Faith rather missed her colleagues from Sunnydale, but she had broken off from them- due to her constantly never getting along with the one woman she had looked at more as a big sister than anything else- a certain Elizabeth Summers; she and Elizabeth {Buffy} Anne Summers had never gotten along, and it took, among other things, a brief stint in prison for Faith to find out why exactly- they were too much alike! Faith had also coveted Buffy's relationships with her friends and family; going to the lengths that the young brunette had tried to magically steal the blonde's: life, body, friendships, boyfriend, everything she had! Faith was one messed up woman that day! "Talk about the dangers of covetousness! Wouldn't Fr. Pat have quite a bit to say to me if he'd heard about that stunt I pulled!" she had quite literally coveted Buffy Summers life! If it wasn't so bad of behavior, Faith would have burst out laughing at what her younger self had tried to do as a result of coveting Buffy's life- she had actually tried to Become Buffy- talk about being messed up!

As it was, as she arrived in the military bus at her first post, she almost visibly cringed at what she had done- and how horrid it was! (Some would also call, and possibly could call it rape!- She certainly hadn't set out to do THAT!) But through some odd miracle- thanks to a God she hardly believed in anymore- she had managed to enter her new career; and Faith certainly wasn't going to bollix this one up!

Faith certainly didn't understand how her conduct was in any way acceptable to the Air Force for anything but "battle fodder" or what might be called "cannon fodder" (those who are considered criminals, and allowed to serve as additional bodies in the gambit that they'll either change their ways or die), but oddly enough, it seemed somebody upstairs was watching out for Faith Lehane after all.

As the bus pulled up to the gates for the base, the airman on duty seemed to be a bit short-handed. He was reluctant to let her pass, and demanded to see her papers before allowing her (or anyone else) into the base. This irritated the newly minted second Lt. She didn't like his attitude; but had to remind herself that he was just doing his duty. "Fine, then, Airman" she paused "Uzbekki," she said, trying to pronounce the person's name "you just get your boss on the radio/walkie-talkie/whatever, and you tell him why you won't allow me or my fellow personnel into our posts... I am certain the Commanding Officer of this post will be interested in why exactly his new subordinates are held up at the gate." To say the least, Faith wanted to punch this guy for his views, but she had to stay her fists- she wasn't about to risk a court-marshal for hitting a colleague- she had had enough of trouble for her young adult life!

As it turned out, he was right to do this; for the base had been undergoing a complete software overhaul and the new personnel were going to have to be standing out in the noonday sun for a while longer while Brigadier General O'Neill's veteran staff got the computer errors straightened out. Faith might not have understood that much about computers, but she did understand quite a bit about security work- so when she heard over the walky-talky that the base was having some problems they had to fix- that acted as a balm for her hurt feelings about not being able to sign in and report to her boss about their arrival.

Maybe twenty minutes later, the metal gates opened, and the new personnel were allowed into their new post. It was then that Faith headed over to the level of the barracks and found her room, placed her duffel bag in her room, and went to report in to her commanding officer- not knowing exactly who she was assigned to report to.

"This is going to be a problem." Faith was heard muttering as she wandered the corridors of this odd base with her dark brunette hair in a military regulation bun and rather desperately looking for who she was to report to- she had no intention of messing up her new job- and getting off on the wrong foot with her CO by not reporting in is a perfect way to do just that! She found her way to the commissary (cafeteria) of the base- looking for who to report to before learning anything of who she was to look for; and it was only after informing the cashier of the installation that she was "Faith Lehane, 2nd Lt. Specialty: Security" that she learned she was to meet with a certain officer by the name of Dr. Sam Carter for debriefing. "Okay, now I know who to find." Faith thought with some satisfaction, grinned, and saluted the cashier before heading off to report in.

In the General's Office, General Jack O'Neill was informing his good friend and subordinate colleague, Dr. Sam Carter that he wanted her to conduct the interviews of the new personnel that the US Military was sending to the base. "Use one of the interrogation rooms if available, Col. They should be available for this purpose of meeting with new service members." O'Neill suggested. Sam Carter was a valuable officer, and he had a great respect for her "I can understand where she got her viewpoints about her gender" O'Neill thought to himself "within the military's culture, a woman in the service absolutely HAS to be tough to meet the obligations of service- but we're NOT anti-female, the competition in the service is really about "do you have what it takes to be trusted?" (physically)- so it isn't "picking on" in reality, it's a test of ability and if the person passes, they're respected and trusted implicitly." He regarded her as a good friend, but he was her boss first and foremost- and wouldn't let their friendship get in the way of duty to their colleagues or country (same deal to him!)- not in the least!

Over the loudspeaker, General O'Neill addressed the base "New personnel are to head ASAP to the eighth floor interview room for placement." he said, as formally as possible "Better to convey that this is a job than anything else, to maintain and obtain (in reverse order) the professionality that serves the service best." the fellow thought to himself. He didn't like to come across as a bit of an egotistical dictator- a Goa'uld, as he saw those monsters he had been fighting against for most of his newer years of military career.

It was then that his good buddy, Teal'c, headed up to him and asked "General O'Neill, permission to speak freely?"

General O'Neill's response was both brief and friendly "Why not, Teal'c? Go ahead. We're not in all that much of an emergency, our off-world teems aren't due to check in for some time as yet, and the only remaining matter that could cause stress is the interviews and placement of new personnel in the base to maximum efficiency." Having been in battle many times in the past; efficiency was one of the things that both O'Neill and Teal'c liked- they liked it a lot!

And one of the lessons O'Neill remembered from the days of his early Air Force Career was this little rule of thumb- presumably derived from Edward Rickenbacker's days as America's Highest Scoring Fighter Ace "the time before combat is the time to prepare for combat.", honestly... General O'Neill had no idea if Eddie Rickenbacker had actually said that, or made that rule, but history clearly indicated that he had adhered to that rule- for he was said to have checked every bullet he would be able to fire the next day to see if it would fit out of the exit of the machine gun he would use- and if it didn't, he'd throw it away!"

O'Neill and Teal'c were discussing what was going on- on this world and others. And it turned out he was concerned for his son, Rhya'c, and others in his society. Teal'c was one of the few Jaffa to realize that his people were effectively slaves of what had pretended to be gods, and had entered Human Mythology as "gods" "So long as my people continue to worship their enslavers- they'll never try to throw off the brainwashing they've endured." Teal'c was saying; his restatement of what he had already informed his colleagues of was a distinct reminder to General O'Neill that he was rather PROFOUNDLY concerned.

"Don't worry, the more efficiently this base operates, the less odds the Goa'uld have of suppressing us, and the greater odds we have of destabilizing them." O'Neill reasoned- he knew that Teal'c was concerned- as a father who's lost his son, Jack O'Neill clearly sympathized with his friend, but he had to remain utterly professional in their relationship; now and forever too- and no way would he break that off,,, especially if by doing so it'd endanger his subordinates lives!

In his spare time, General O'Neill was reading various sci-fi (science-fiction) stories; as he often found himself in a similar situation, and he rather liked the side stories to Star Trek, Star Wars, and the like... not the mainline stories that much, but stories about wars between the Klingons and Romulans for instance fascinated him- especially with his interest in astronomy; and trying to pick out what star would be the homeworld for what race... that was rather fun for the fellow.

Another hobby that General O'Neill had, was writing imaginary letters to his son- he liked to imagine that his son was in a sort of boarding school in Paradise- it kind of soothed the balm of losing his kid to an act of profound foolishness- and for the umpteenth time in his life since his son's death he mentally cursed the day he left his gun loaded and in reach of his son! That event really burned! IT Frankly STUNG him to no end- a military officer and his OWN SON Dead at the hands of his own side-arm- what a FOOL he had been to do that! "Everything I feel about this debacle is justified!" General O'Neill thought with disgust about that Catastrophe in his life!

Oh, make no mistake, Brigadier General O'Neill was rather furious with himself for that screw-up he had had happened in his life- and he swore that if he could have his son back; he'd pay almost any price, so long as it'd work!

Around about this time, 2nd Lt. Faith Lehane entered the interrogation room in the 8th floor of the base, and was getting incredibly bored about what was going on- to the point when she lightly kicked the wall, not realizing that someone was in the doorway nearby and was about to address her, a blonde lady in a US Air force Colonel's uniform. Faith didn't realize she was being watched until she heard herself being told "The Air force punishes on a principle of "you break it, you bought it", and I don't think you have the money for rebuilding that section of the base's wall..."

Faith had already gone through the military physical examination- this was prior to the interview that had to happen before she could report in for duty, and in that exam, a pretty reddish-brown Air Force officer and medical doctor had gotten her specs, and those had found their way from Dr. Janet Fraiser's hand to Dr. Sam Carter's, and, that surprisingly included Faith's compete DNA workup- indicating a relationship that neither of them had imagined; nor the brunette lady Sam Carter was about to interview for the SGC (Stargate Command) posting!

Faith certainly was sheepish in feeling- she most definitely didn't want to bollix up her new life, and getting caught wrecking Air Force property was a PERFECT way to do just that!

Author's Notes End Chapter 1.): Post "Chosen" and post most of Angel the Series, Faith attended College somewhere; there she attended ROTC, and thanks to legal maneuverings: her record was deleted by Wolfram & Hart members- somehow the entire record... that's not likely to be revealed- it is a plot device.

Also: for future reference; Sam Carter (or Dr. Sam Carter) will be referred to by her military rank of (in this case) Colonel.