August 13, 2011 – To Save the World
Summary: **Part of the 2011 LiveJournal's Twisted Shorts August Fic-A-Day** series. His visions saved the world
Challenge: for the livejournal 2011 August Fic a Day Challenge. And #6471 on TtH.
Timeline: season 1 AtS; end of season 1 for SG-1.
Disclaimer: BtVS and AtS characters belong to Joss Whedon / Mutant Enemy. Stargate characters belong to Robert C. Cooper and Brad Wright / SyFy Channel. I claim no rights to any copyrighted material. Please do not copy or take this story without my permission.
He must have been a horrible person in a past life, Doyle thought to himself as he walked towards the bar. Like the blinding headaches weren't enough to pay for his past sins. Then having to working with the souled vampire who refused to enjoy life at all, not this…
How the hell was he supposed to convince these people he could help them without them assuming he somehow got through all their security protecting their project? Doyle knew that he'd get shoved into a dark hole somewhere for this.
Doyle's only hope was that the people he was talking to were planning to disobey orders and might be willing to accept help from an unusual source.
He glanced around the bar, searching for his targets, and wasn't surprised to find them in a dark corner – probably discussing their plan.
Deciding that some beer might help smooth the way, Doyle ordered four unopened bottles and a fifth one for himself, then sauntered over to the table. He put the bottles on the table, inviting himself to sit with them by pulling over a chair and plopping down on it. "Hey there, boyos…and beautiful lady," he said charmingly. "Name's Doyle, and got something important to tell you before you take your little trip."
Doyle saw O'Neill's eyes narrow suspiciously and held up a hand, "Now before you go calling your boss or anyone like that, just hear me out." When Jack nodded tersely, Doyle continued, "I'm what you'd call a seer…if you believed in that kind of stuff. They're vague, hurt like hell, and I can't control them. What I saw was that you were walking through a portal of some kind but because you waited too long to create it, the tube thing connecting the two ends of the portal broke off while you were inside."
He took a sip of beer, then went on, "You have to be sure to walk through before 8:19 in the morning if you want to avoid that. Please listen to me; if you don't, then the world will suffer somewhere like millions of casualties."
Standing up, Doyle leaned down to whisper in Daniel's ear, "And you need to remember the sarcophagus when the time is right."
After the aborted invasion…
"Not that I'm not grateful that he helped us, but why couldn't that guy have told us more information about what we were walking into?" Jack complained after he finished hugging Daniel in relief at seeing his friend was alive.
Ever the reasonable one, Samantha Carter reminded her CO, "He did tell us that his visions were vague, sir."
General Hammond's eyebrow rose when he heard the word 'visions'. Just what the hell did his people get mixed up in this time? "Visions? I suspect your debriefing should be quite interesting, SG-1. We'll start as soon as you've been cleared by Dr. Fraiser."
A/N: Sorry this is short, but I'm at a family reunion and not supposed to be on my computer at all.
Tomorrow's (hopeful) fic: Ethan/CSI: Miami.