You sat on the Ancient Doo-hicky?

Buffy died at the end of Season 5, but she wakes up in a new universe as Lizzie Sheppard. This is a total rewrite of Atlantis from the very beginning with Buffy/Lizzie.
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[AN; Sorry so long since last update, have been working away at story. Taking some people advise of producing longer chapters. Sadly this means longer between updates but hopefully you’ll like then anyway]



“Lizzie? Lizzie, it’s time to wake up.” She heard Sam’s voice from far away and struggled to open her eyes. When she finally did manage to do so, she was greeted to Sam’s face, leaning down over her.

“M’kay. I’m up, honest.” She half slurred as she fought to sit up. Her fists rubbing at her heavy eyes.

“I thought you’d like to meet your dad when he gets down here. If you get up now you should have enough time to grab a wash and change cloths before he gets here.”

“Daddy’s here? Alright!” Instantly she was awake, and jumping off the bed. She headed directly to the bathroom ignoring, Sam’s half-hearted chuckle at her expense.

She quickly washed her face in the sink, though she had to kneel on the closed toilet seat to reach it. These rooms definitely weren’t designed for kids.

When Lizzie made it back into her room, she noticed that Sam already had her suitcase opened on the end of her bed.

“I didn’t know what you wanted to wear so I just left it for you to decide.”

“Thanks Sam, I’ll only be a minute.” Grabbing one of the already organised outfits, she headed back into the bathroom. Two minutes later, she came out wearing her blue t-shirt and the Blue shaded Camo dungarees her dad had gotten her before his last tour began.

She was busy pulling on her socks so she didn’t notice the smile on Sam’s face until she looked up in search of her sneakers.

“What?” Lizzie asked, as she pulled on first one sneaker then the other. Before she began to rummage through her backpack for her hairbrush.

She was back in the bathroom a second later, kneeling on the toilet again to see the mirror better. Sam’s voice drifted from the other room.

“You really are a Daddy’s girl aren’t you?”

“Of course I am. My Dad’s the greatest. Most of the time. Expect when he gets on his ‘responsible parenting’ kicks. Though, those don’t happen that often. Usually only when I’ve done something really stupid.”

Lizzie was back in the room not long after her straight hair neatly brushed, luckily she didn’t need to tie it back, otherwise they’d be there all day.

“Ok I’m ready, is he here yet?”

“They should be just getting on the surface elevator now, so if we hurry we can meet them when they get off the second elevator.”

“I so hope he brought me back something; I mean he was in Antarctic! How cool is that? Though I suppose it would be kinda cool, you know with it being sub-zero temperatures. I wonder how they keep stuff from freezing down there, I bet the base is mostly underground, that would be the only way to be out there for any length of time…”

“Whoa, whoa, whoa, how can you go from asleep to hyperactive in under ten minutes?” Sam cut in mid babble.

“Sorry I tend to babble, when I’m excited, or nervous, or upset. It’s like a reflex. But seriously is the base underground? That would be so great, I think it would be easier to cut the ice then it would to cut the ground. But I’m sure that temperature would also play a factor…”

“Ok we’re here, if you can not babble for the next few minutes while we wait for your Dad I promise to answer all the questions about Antarctic I’m allowed to later, ok?” Lizzie blushed and nodded her head.

“I’m sorry; I just haven’t seen my Dad in a while.”

“It’s ok kiddo, but please remember I’m not used to the babble so it needs to be interpreted ok?”

“Sure Sam, you’re pretty great.” It was Sam’s turn to blush now as she looked at Lizzie and smiled again.

“I think that’s one of the first times people here have thought I was great.”

“Why?”

“Well the General used to think I was a geek.” Lizzie giggled at Sam’s mock whisper.

“Why? What do you do here?”

“I’m a scientist in the military... astrophysics, mostly.”

“Really? That is so awesome. I like math, I get that from my Dad. So you’re a Doctor as well as a Lt. Colonel?” Lizzie asked, but stopped when she heard the faint sounds of the lift coming to life.

“Is that them? Do you think?”

“Yes it probably is, and to answer your question yes I’m also Doctor.” Nodding at Sam’s answer, Lizzie began shifting from foot to foot.

“I think that’s something I’ll do when I grow up. I want to be a pilot like my Dad, but I don’t want to waste being smart. Dad says I have enough time to do whatever I want to.”

“You want to join the air force?” Sam asked her voice sounded a little odd, but Lizzie brushed it off and nodded back.

“I don’t think I could ever just sit behind a desk, I’d go nuts. But I’m too smart not to do something that’s going to use my brain. If I join the air force I can do both, though I have plenty of time to make up my mind.” The smile she gave Sam then was most definitely the patented Sheppard grin. Her eyes twinkling in amusement as Sam returned it with a grin of her own.

At that moment, she felt the gentle tickle of her dad’s presence, or she thought she did. Surprisingly enough she felt another equally strong tickle from the other person in the elevator.

She shook it off for now she could find out later, right now the door where about to open and she was too busy bouncing on her feet to pay it more attention.

The second the door opened wide enough for her to squeeze through, she was off like a shot. Diving straight at her dad, squealing in excitement.

“Daddy!” She hit him with an ‘oomph’ knocking him back slightly before her caught her properly, lifting her up into his arms. She wrapped her legs around his waist as she settled on his hip, and hugged him as tightly as she could.

“Lizzie, need…to…breath!” He gasped out and she loosened her hold with a quiet,

“Oops, sorry.”
******

John was momentarily deafened by the high-pitched squeal, the second the elevator door opened. He would have complained but he was too busy catching the tiny form of his daughter as she launched herself at him.

“Daddy!”

“Oomph” He managed to get out, before her felt like air was being squeezed out of his lungs.

“Lizzie, need…to…breath!” Luckily she loosened her grip enough for him to breath again. He hoisted her up onto his hip, while she wrapped her legs around his waist to maintain her hold.

“So I take it you missed me huh?” He grinned at her, and watched as she rolled her eyes.

“Of course I did Daddy, you let me get away with way more stuff then the teachers at Camp ever do.” She answered him, his own grin echoed on her face.

“Do I get an introduction…anyone?”

The man standing next to her dad was tall, but he looked older. Taking a second to notice his uniform she smiled and held out her hand for him to shake.

“Nice to meet you General O’Neill, I’m Lizzie Sheppard. Thanks for bringing my Dad home early.” He took her hand carefully, shaking it slightly smiling all the while.

“Sure kid, no problem. We should probably head to the briefing room though, we can talk better there.”

Looking around she noticed they where still in the elevator, and ducked her head against her dad’s shoulder to hide her embarrassment.

“Sounds good, Sir.” Her dad answered before they all began to move forwards.

They reached the briefing room a few minutes later and followed the general inside.

“Alright kiddies, lets get this show on the road.” The general spoke clapping his hands together, in an exaggerated way.

They all sat down at the table, Lizzie deciding to stay on her dad’s lap rather then take a chair for herself.

Silence seemed to hang in the air for a minute; none of the adult looked ready to start speaking so she decided to go for it herself.

Turning to look her dad square in the eye, she cocked an eyebrow at him. Mimicking the way he often asked her questions she didn’t want to answer.

“What did you do?” She kept her voice even, controlled. She was rewarded by the way her dad seemed to squirm in his seat, trying to avoid looking her in the eye.

“What makes you think I did anything? Seriously it could be any number of things.”

“No, you did something. Touched something, messed with it … I don’t know what but you did. You have the same look I had when I rebuilt the TV. I know that look. It’s my look!”

“A little help here?” Lizzie watched as her dad frantically moving his eyes around the room to the general and Sam.

“But it’s just getting interesting.” The general sat in his seat, a goofy grin wide for all to see. Even Sam seemed to be fighting to keep a smile from her lips.

“Look if you did something to compromise national security I so reserve the right to say I told you so.”

“Lizzie this is completely different, I didn’t go looking for trouble.”

“But trouble always finds you, I know. It’s genetic, you’re a Sheppard, I’m a Sheppard we can’t help it. Are you gonna tell me now?”

Her dad gave a sigh of exasperation, looking pleadingly at the general for some silent permission.

With a nod, the general leaned back to enjoy the show.

Lizzie could almost see the sheer glee he was experiencing from making her dad uncomfortable.

“I may have, accidentally that is. Activated something I shouldn’t have alright!” Lizzie could keep the grin from her face at her dad’s words.

“So you touched something, you weren’t supposed to. Without permission, and you what? Broke it, turned it on? Do I get to call you a hypocrite now, or do you want me to wait till later?”

A choking sound across the room caused her to turn and glare at the general.

“You do realise I now have the right, at an unspecified time in the future to use this against you. At some point I’m gonna mess with something I shouldn’t, and you should be warned that this now sets all precedents for that time.”

“Lizzie, that’s enough.” Ok so maybe she had taken it a little far but still, he was constantly telling her not to touch stuff, or mess with things. Only to turn around and do it himself, really it was too good an opportunity to miss.

“So what did you mess with? I’m pretty sure you didn’t break it, or we’d be having this conversation with you in handcuffs.”

Groaning in exasperation, her dad scuffed her hair. He didn’t stop a grin from forming at her teasing.

“I didn’t ‘mess’ with anything. I …I just sat down. It’s not my fault it was on an ancient doo-hicky.”

“Riiiiight… let me take a wild guess then. You sat on the ancient doo-hicky and it switched on. Now you’re here to see if I have whatever it was that turned it on, too. Am I getting warm?”

“Yes smarty pants, we need to know if you have whatever it is too.” Lizzie nodded, eyeing the general across the table.

“You really think it’s a good idea to know if a five year-old can switch on really old stuff. What if I blow it up or something. I tend to do that you know.” General O’Neill gave her an indulgent grin, before he began to speak.

“Well after hearing about the shed incident I can believe that. The thing is if you have, what allowed your dad to use this ancient stuff it might put you in danger.”

“So that’s why all the cloak and dagger stuff huh? I take it the baddies where the men in black vans.” Her dad frowned at that, his hold tightening around her waist slightly.

“Yeah, they aren’t really big on the whole ethical treatment of, well anyone.” The general sounded grim at that, as though he was speaking from personal experience.

“You did really good spotting then at the Camp though Lizzie.” Sam smiled encouragingly at her.

“They weren’t hard to spot; they showed up around 0600 the day after dad called. They weren’t very stealthy either. I mean come on black vans. That is so cliché.”

“Anyway… we need to find out if you have this gene thing. But we also need to see your Grandma.” Her dad drawled before falling into a serious tone. Lizzie couldn’t stop the slight hitch in her breathing; leaning back, she wrapped her arms around her dad.

“Actually Major, I took the liberty of having her transferred from the Air Force hospital to here. She should be here early tomorrow morning. I thought it would cut down on the risks, if you didn’t have to take Lizzie off base till we get everything sorted.”

General O’Neill added. Lizzie felt her dad let out a sigh of relief; obviously, he had been worried about something happening. She snuggled closer into his side, his hold on her tightening slightly in response.

“Thank you for that, Sir. It’s been on my mind.”

“Not a problem Major. Now Dr Becket is due to arrive tomorrow, but I believe that Daniel and Dr Weir decided to hitch a ride back here as well. So hopefully we can get all this sorted and out of the way fairly quickly.”

“Sam promised to tell me about the base in Antarctica, if I was good.” Lizzie interrupted her puppy eyes firmly in place.

“If we get time tomorrow, but if not we have a few more days for that. If you don’t mind waiting.” Sam smiled brightly at her and Lizzie beamed back.

“Sure, I can wait I have to get the details from my Dad first, plus you owe me a gift.” The last part was directed at her dad who gave her a mocking arched eyebrow in response.

“You do! Do you know what I’m missing at camp, because you couldn’t stay off the ancient furniture?”

“Do you?” His verbal response was, tinged with humour as he fought to keep a smile off his face.

“Well…no, but that’s not the point, I’m sure I’m missing something really amazing. So I definitely deserve compensation.” She huffed slightly at his reply. Instead of answering her straight away, he used his free hand to cuff her head, which she tried to avoid. It ended with him messing her up her hair.

“We’ll see. But right now I think we should be getting you to bed.” Lizzie groaned at his typical approach.

“But Dad…I just got up from a nap. I’m hungry can’t we get some food? Pleasssssse they have jello here!”

“I could go for jello…or maybe cake.” The general added as he stood. “You up for jello, Carter?” Sam smiled and nodded climbing to her feet.

“Sure, there’s never a bad time for jello.” Climbing off her dad’s knee as he stood Lizzie followed the general and Sam, her dad following closely behind.

“Do you think they’ll have any blue jello left Sam?” She asked as they reached the corridor.

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