Response to Challenge by Zaion

The Continuation

Challenge Summary: On Halloween Xander Harris, chosen favorite of Janus the God of Chaos, wears a costume of a an important scifi character, one inexorably linked in the psyches of millions to a specific ship. When Ethan Rayne casts his spell on Halloween night he gets more than he bargained for, as Janus's favor upon Xander brings forth his Ship of the Line, anchoring it to his reality. With memories of another life, skills not his own, and a powerful vessel at his disposal, Xander must take hold of his destiny.

Title: 'Dr. Xander' the further adventures

by: 'RiJoK'

from the Author: After the reviews I thought that a second chapter would be in order.

Chapter 1. Xanders' Journal

Rupert Giles, was going to check his mail, when the doorbell rang. He opened the door ever cautious as while still daytime, there where many creatures that like vampires couldn't enter uninvited but wouldn't hesitate to pull some unwary soul from their own home. He was met by a Fed-Ex delivery person who had him sign for a special package. Rupert took the package inside, opening it he found a leather bound journal which he opened and noticed the familiar scrawl of Alex as he now referred to him. He put the Journal down, grabbed himself a cup of tea and sat back, and after pouring a liberal amount of Scotch Whiskey into his tea he sat back to reading the Journal.

Rupert,

I thought that I would start a Journal entailing some of my adventures as a Time Lord, and since you've always been like a father to me I thought that I would write this to you, so that my adventures might be saved for posterity. I left off in our last communication, telling you of a government run operation called the Stargate Program, so I think that it for the best that I maintain this in a linear temporal form to avoid confusion. I told you that the people of the SGC or Star Gate Command are well meaning, and was surprised that they have chosen to keep the secret of the Star Gate to themselves, as well as with several key political leaders of this world rather than use it as an opportunity to unify the planet. I am, however able to see their concerns of mass hysteria, public panic, and the possible break down of every political structure on the planet but I am getting ahead of myself.

It all started on some backwater planet a few thousand light years from Earth, where I was taking a bit of a holiday, that is until 'they' showed up. I made it to my Tardis, to stay away from this group of Egyptian garbed warriors who where approaching my location, and took to watching them, from a viewer in my Tardis. I watched as another group came over the hill they being attired in what appeared to be US Military BDU's (Basic Duty Uniforms). The two groups seemed to be in a race to a large circular ring called a 'Stargate' mounted on a monument that I recognized it as being from a younger race known as the Lanterians, they seeded the galaxy with these things as a means of getting from one place to another. I think that sometime in the past something must have happened to them, maybe I will go and find out what happened later, but I digress as I was saying these two groups one dressed as soldiers in what appeared to be BDU's, the other group appearing to be in some Egyptian garb who blew up the ring and the platform, as they approached. A teleportation ring device dropped surrounding the Egyptian group, and teleported them from whence they came, leaving the other group stranded. I watched them for a bit, before deciding to make my presence known, to see if these people needed assistance in getting home, where ever their home was. I approached them as they where seated around the burned out remnant of what I later found out they called a Dial Home device. It was then that I noticed the USAF insignia on their uniforms, though one member a rather large, bald man carried a weapon that the other group seemed to use. I was shocked and most taken back when they began to speak in American English. I made a mental note to see if perhaps I had taken a wrong turn and wound up in the future, however their weapons where definitely late 20th century, as was their dialect. They introduced themselves as Colonel Jack O'Neill, Dr. Samantha Carter, Teal'c, and a Dr. Daniel Jackson.

I found it refreshing that they did not seemed fazed at meeting me, after the initial introductions, and my offer to take them back home. They did however go 'Ga Ga' over Miri. I had Miri take preventive measures to ensure that they did not venture into area's that might pose a problem at a later date. The following few pages are dedicated to this group and outlining my impressions of each member so that you might better understand how I came to spend so much time with them, after dropping them off at their base of operations.

Rupert glanced over the next few pages, which seemed to be no more than brief biographies of the team.

Colonel Jack O'Neil USAF - Rupert while Jack as he prefers to be called appears to be a laid back good old boy is a very well seasoned veteran of several wars and black ops. He can be a ruthless adversary if needed and can be the very model of a text book Colonel when needed.

Major Samantha Carter Phd

She is as brilliant as she is beautiful, oh if only she was not spoken for and I was a few years older visually speaking.

Doctor Daniel Jackson Phd's

A truly brilliant intellect, I believe almost your equal; I would love to be a fly on the wall if you two ever met.

Teal'c / Murray - Former first prime of Apophis

Smolering Intensity, Stoic, Soft Spoken, … Yada Yada Yada. He is Big and has muscles where I did not even know humans had muscles. He is an alien known as a Jaffa who are slave warriors of the Goauld, of which he was first prime to a bugger called Aphofis guess I got the spelling correct; as it is mute at this point as the bastard is dead. He joined the team to battle these false God's and free his people.

He took note of the bio of the Jaffa warrior called Teal'c, along with a brief outline of how SG1 came into existence, which sent Rupert Giles into research mode over drive as areas of research that the Watcher Council had sealed came up in the papers; this explained a great deal as when ever some researcher had decided to explore these tombs that they where shut down and shipped out very quickly. It was a bit disheartening to him, to realize that his own government, and possibly the watcher's oversight had buried this quite possibly knowing what it truly was. It took Rupert nearly a month before he was able to return to the Journal, which he discovered blended in with the books on his mantel. Rupert had become increasingly paranoid over the last month as he felt that he was being watched, only whenever he attempted to seek out his spies they seemed to vanish. He was certain that he was being watched, only he didn't know who was doing the watching; but he soon would. Rupert returned to his condo, only to have found it tossed he went to his room, pulled a carry on back and left immediately not wanting to wait for someone to return, he made sure that he only took his bag and the few personal items. He tossed the Journal in his bag with a Codex, and several other research books hoping that this was just a simple robbery and not something more sinister. He headed to the door and opened it only to be greeted by a middle aged man in a baseball cap and a smile holding a pistol.

'Hello, Dr Giles, Alex sent me to fetch you, names Jack O'neil, and by the looks of things you either have the worst house keeper or some people that you really don't want to get involved with just paid you a visit. Rupert had become very cautious and had no intention of going with this person, however the Sig in his hand was a very convincing argument; 'How do I know that Alex sent you?' as he moved his hand to his coat pocket where he held a stun weapon.. 'I know this sounds crazy but he said that you shouldn't forget the Twinkies?' Rupert relaxed immediately as it was obvious that this man was sent by Alex. 'Great shall we go and quickly… before who ever did this comes back. Rupert and Jack turned and made it to Jack's rental just as some men in $2 haircuts and really bad suits turned the corner only to see Jack fire his Sig, before getting in the rental and gunning it down the street. It took Jack O'Neil just under 30 minutes to make it to the Sunnydale military base, and to clear the gate heading to the air field one of the benefits of being a Colonel with a Jetstream hot and ready for takeoff. Both he and Rupert Giles boarded and taxied before receiving return orders from the tower; orders that Jack O'Neil told them to take and shove where the sun didn't shine as he took off for Colorado Springs and SG-1.