Title: BtVS 2117: THE SG-FORCE
Series: BtVS 2117
Book:
II
Section 0.5: Preparations
Section 0.6: First Dates
Section 0.7:
System Crash
Section 0.8: Demons and Angels
Author: Cilia
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Pairings: B/W
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BtVS 2117: THE
SG-FORCE
Cilia
Section 0.5: Preparations
Angel
tried on the tenth dress, or she thought it was the tenth. The rejected layin a
pile on the bed with Willow perched onto the edge with tiny needles of blue
plasma hovering above her fingers. The Plasma-Slinger had progress much during
her marathon session with Zoëga the night before and was now joyfully
experimenting with her new found
powers.
"It's just a date Angel,"
she said calmly.
"I know, but
it's... been a while," the avian said as she threw away the latest
piece.
"Why don't you try the
combat armor," the plasma-slinger
suggested.
"Don't... give me
ideas," Angel hissed as she dived into her closet once again, her wings bobbing
up and down as she rummaged through the
drawers.
"He's probably just as
nervous as you," Willow said
calmly.
"Z, nervous? Please,"
Angel huffed as she emerged with a black top and black slacks. "Too
tight and dark?" she asked at Willow's raised
eyebrow.
"We don't want to kill
the boy on the first date now do we," Willow answered. "Try something dark blue
and respectable," she suggested.
Angel sighed and dove back into the closet;
she'd never owned this many clothes, not even after the Angel Foundation took
her in. But two trips to the mall tower with Buffy and Hope had taken care of
that.
Buffy looked for signs of
life in the young telepath who was sitting perfectly still on his bed. She'd
come to seek advice from him, but found him meditating and right now she really
needed advise from him. Since going to Spike or any of the other girls
with the particular problem would probably bring about the end of her
relationship with Willow.
"I'm
awake if you're wondering," Zoëga said, startling the blond Slayer makingher
jump into a combat stance.
"Don't... do that," she breathed as she relaxed her pose. "What was that you
were doing anyway?"
"Trying to
calm my nerves," the telepath
explained.
"Wait... mister
I-can-stop-explosions-with-my-mind is nervous?" Buffy exclaimed as she planted
herself on the bed.
"Hard to
believe, but try to look at it from my perspective for a second," Zoëga answered
as he got up and retrieved his short jacket from the chair by his
desk.
"What you're turning
eighteen and going out with a woman six years your senior, who not long ago
hated your guts and... hey you are nervous," she exclaimed with a
grin.
"An excellent summary,"he
exclaimed as he turned around. "What do you think,
honestly?"
"White, but
respectable," Buffy said, as she looked him
over.
-He looks like bit likea
matador though- she added in her mind. -Still the cuteness makes up for just
about everything-
"I'm tryingto
be non-threatening, so the standard telepathic black was out of the question,"
he explained. "But something tells me you didn't come here to give me dating
tips and come to think about it shouldn't you be preparing for the cuddle... I
mean date with Willow?" he asked with a
grin.
"Well yes, but there is... a
problem," Buffy said as she hugged her
knees.
"Please don't tell me you
don't like her," Zoëga exclaimed. "Cause a pissed off Plasma-slinger is not
something I want to deal with and neither does anybody else
for..."
"No I still like Willow,
like her very much, but..."
"There
is another," the telepath
finished.
"Yep!"
"Do I have to
guess?"
"Christina Rex, last night
she expressed her... interest," Buffy answered hiding her
face."
"So she's interested, but
are you?" he asked as he sat down on the
bed.
"Of course not," Buffy
exclaimed and the telepath gave her a look. "Well maybe just a little, but I
still want Willow."
"You're
thinking sex. Innocent Willow got to take it slow, but willing Christina gofor
it," Zoëga suggested doing a fair impression of her
voice.
"You're too smart for your
own good Z, but yes that's the deal," Buffy
sighed.
"Then go on this datewith
Willow and see how it works out and it's not like you're engaged or anything,"
he said calmly.
"Z!" Buffy
exclaimed. "I thought you were Willow's
friend?"
"I am, but I'm also not a
fool. I can only give you options," Zoëga
answered.
"So give me options,
anything!"
"Very well. You'vegot
four plausible choices. One: ignore the well-endowed reporter and keep at the
slow pace with Willow. Two: Stay with Willow and fuck said reporter during off
hours. Third: dump Willow and go for
Christina...."
"You paused, what's
the fourth?"
"Push for sex with
Willow, but then again that's my least favorite and I urge you not to try it,"
the telepath answered. "But the choice is yours," he
added.
"You're not going to tell
me that if I hurt Willow you'll come after me?" Buffy
asked.
"No, Spike and Angelica
will take care of that I'll watch," Zoëga answered with a
grin.
"Thanks I guess," Buffysaid
as she stood.
"For what?" Zoëga
asked. "You were never here," he
added.
"For what you did with
Willow last night and now that you've given me... stuff to think about," Buffy
answered with a smile and started for the
door.
"Buffy one more thing,"the
telepath said and the Slayer turned around. "Have fun tonight," he said with
grin.
Section 0.6: First Dates
Buffy raised her hand and knocked
on Willow's door, fiddling with the single blue rose behind her back she waited.
Looking down, she hoped that Willow wouldn't object to her wearing the
slay-suit, with a short white jacket over it, since saving the innocent kind of
came first.
"Coming... damn it,"
there was the sound of hopping and something burning. Buffy smiled at herself
when the door open revealing Willow in a dark red suit and holding a high heeled
shoe in one hand.
One hundredand
seventeen years of history and we still have high heels, Buffy
thought.
"Should I come back
later?" Buffy asked with a grin.
"No just a... minute," Willow exclaimed as she managed to get the shoe on.
"There! All ready," she stated
proudly.
"Wow!" Buffy said, as she
looked her over. "This is for you," she said and handed Willow the rose andthe
plasma-slinger blushed.
"Thank
you," she whispered, as she smelled the
rose.
"Spike is loaning me his
hover, so lets go before he changes his mind," Buffy said with a smile. "What
did you fry this time?" she then asked and Willow blushed to match her
hair.
Angel looked around nervously, Zoëga had gone full out, first
the massive bunch of roses he'd shown up with, then the chartered hover andthat
took them to the Grand Tower and she was betting he had theater tickets up his
sleeve somewhere.
"I apologize if
this is a little too much," he said looking up from the menu. Their table was
situated at a window that gave perfect view of the upper city. It had its own
waiter and it was good distance from the rest of the tables. Plus the reporters
would never get past security
here.
"No... this all very...
grand and my menu doesn't have
prices..."
"You were expecting
something a little more... Teen?" he asked as he placed the menu on the table
and spread his hands on the table.
"Hope planned this didn't she?" she asked as it dawned on
her.
"I asked for Hope's help
and... she helped," he said with a
smile.
-He was nervous- Angel
thought to herself as she smiled and the voice in the
back of her head did a
happy dance.
"If you have better
ideas I'm all ears," he said with a smile. Knowing well that they were being
treated as any other customer, but their celebrity status and the Giles fortune
was buying them that luxury.
"Let's just eat here," she answered with a smile as she reached out to cover his
hand with hers. "After all Hope is paying," she
added.
"GILES Labs actually,"he
corrected with a smile and raised his free hand to summon the waiter.
Eating
over the light tones drifting from the piano, they chatted as each dish, more
expensive than the one before, was brought before them. The waiter was pleasant
enough, bringing them each dish with a comment about how the press was being
hoarded out of the building or how wonderful it was that young people stillhad
class.
When Z was cleaning out his bowl of ice cream, Angel was trying very
hard to not giggle or for that matter break out
laughing.
"What something...?" the
telepath asked looking down at his shirt and then up at the avian with the
first-ever confused look she'd ever seen on his
face.
"You have ice-cream..."she
said and reached out with a napkin. "On your nose," she finished as she whipped
the ice cream of the telepaths' nose.
After signing the bill, which Angel
didn't even want to look at. The pair made their way down to the lobby of the
Restaurant and was greeted with hovercams, flashes and reporters with
questions.
"I thought... the
waiter said... they'd been thrown out," Angel asked as she covered her
eyes.
"Guess he... was wrong..."
Zoëga said, his calm demeanor showing cracks. He grabbed the nearest Tower
employee. "Is there another way out!" he practically shouted at the
man.
"Through the staff room,
there's a delivery entrance," the man stuttered when he was faced with the face
he'd seen a dozen times on the newsfeeds about the battle at St
Summers.
-It's nice having an
acknowledged telepath around- Angel thought to herself and then felt Z grabher
hand and pull her away from the
press.
-Stupid press ruining my
date- she cursed mentally and pictured herself holding a stick with a reporters
head mounted on top of it.
"Calm
down," Zoëga ordered, no doubt feeling the waves of contempt and frustration
coming of her.
"I'm... trying,"
she answered as they burst through the doors into the waiters changing
room.
"Where is the exit?" Zoëga
asked no on particular and cast a look over his
shoulder.
"That... that way,"
waiter stammered and pointed the
way.
"Thank you," Angel nodded as
the telepath pulled her along. "He's not usually like this," she added to one of
the waitresses giving Zoëga a look that spoke volumes.
They broke intothe
warm night, both looking around for any signs of the press or other things that
go bump in the night. Both ending up staring at each other and grinning like
maniacs. His hair was wild and falling into his eyes, hers had come loose from
its pinning and framed her face in platinum
white.
"We made it," Zoëga
breathed as he reached out to tuck away a lock of white hair behind her
ear.
"Guess... so," Angel answered
reaching out as well to sweep away the mass of hair covering his eyes. Upon
contact with his skin she felt a familiar surge as she looked into his eyes.
There was long second of shared thoughts before he finally broke away mumbling
something in a low voice.
"Sorry I
didn't mean to..."
Angel smiled and kissed him, feeling him tense up and
without doubt setting up blocks. She smiled into the kiss, despite herself and
then there was a burst of lights.
"That's it!" Z shouted spinning out of the kiss. Various objects started
hovering in the alley and the telepaths' eyes were narrowed into two red slits.
The press backed out of alley as dirt and every particle that could move started
swirling into a solid wall pushing into the
press.
"Z," Angel exclaimed and
placed a hand on his shoulder. When no response came she spread her wings,
gathered him into a thigh hug and took to the skies with the debris field
collapsing behind them and flashing lights and hovercams following them as high
as they could reach before lowering back to the ground.
Willow smiled as
she lay on the hood of Buffy's borrowed hover and looked up at stars. On the
ground lay an open and now empty picnic basket, Willow smiled and turned her
head to look at the girl next to her. Buffy was smiling and staring up intothe
stars.
"Do we go there?" she asked
without taking her eyes of the sky. "The stars I mean," she added as she turned
to look at the plasma-slinger.
"Not there, but we have gone there," Willow said and pointed. "Well actually
there," she then corrected herself. "We get our power from Mercury and hmm..."
the slinger was silence by the Slayer's
lips.
"I wasn't looking for a
lecture," she said with a smile as she pulled away. "But please tell me more, so
I can shut you again."
Before Willow could speak there was bleep from Buffy's
wristbands and the Slayer sighed.
"You'd better answer... that," Willow said with a small smile. Growling Buffy
pressed a button and a small hologram popped up from the
mirror.
"This better be good
Spike," she growled.
"Buffy we
have a problem," Spike said his jaw set and a nasty cut on his
forehead.
"Spike what is it?"
Buffy asked as her scowl faded. The camera view changed to show Dru tied toa
chair and Hope bandaging Christina Rex's
head.
"I'll explain when you get
here," Spike said coming back into
view.
-What the... how did Rex get
into the mansion- Buffy thought.
"We'll be there in ten," Buffy said closing the link and turned to Willow.
"Sorry about cutting the date short," she said. But Willow only reached outand
stroked her cheek.
"I had fun,"
she said and kissed her, before sliding off the hood of the hover to collect the
basket leaving Buffy with a silly impish grin, despite the urgent message from
Spike.
Section 0.7: System Crash
Spike closed the connection
to Buffy and turned his attention back to Hope and the reporter. Shaking his
head his eyes now fixed firmly on the reporter seated in the chair in frontof
the desk.
"Care to explain tome,
before Buffy arrives how exactly you came to be at the spot where we found
Drusilla?" he asked drumming his finger
together.
"I got a lead... ouch,"
she exclaimed as Hope applied the last bandage on her. "That an execution was
going down and I never give up a story," she explained.
"Good enough, but
that doesn't explain why you didn't call us after all we are the authority on
this matter?" Hope asked as she stood up and took up a perch on the desks'
corner.
"I was told it was a
company hit," Rex answered firmly.
"Excuse me," Drusilla asked from where she was firmly bound to a
chair.
"Yes?" Spike asked turning
his eyes at the vampire.
"But
would you mind terribly to cutting me lose?" she asked in a sweet
voice.
"No deal," Spike
answered.
"Where would I go
William?" the vampire asked. "My empire is all but gone and the few vampires
that were still loyal were killed in my capture," she
explained.
"The only reason you're
alive Dru is because now we can beat information out of you," Hope stated before
Spike got a chance to answer. The Vampire Mistress
smiled.
"I think I like you child
and I can see why William does too," she said and Rex's eyes got wide, granted
she didn't do gossip, but this was just too
rich.
"Mind if I take notes?"she
asked as her rose colored glasses appeared on her nose and she had hrt handheld
ready.
"No!" Both Spike and Hope
stated in unison.
"If you won't
untie me at least get this infernal ball away from me," Dru exclaimed loudly,
nodding to G.I.L.E.S. who'd been hovering around her and the vampire had finally
had enough.
"Merely recordingyour
behavior for later study," the sphere answered and Hope snickered. There was a
loud crash as first the front doors where pushed open and then the sound of
running up the stairs ending with Buffy and Willow bursting through the
doors.
"Get me Angel on the line
and get out of my chair," Buffy ordered as she strode passed Dru and Rex and
into the seat behind the desk which Spike had quickly
abandoned
"I thought you where
going to back off?" she asked the
reporter.
"Like I told Mister
Spike..."
"She didn't know itwas
a vampire matter," Spike finished. "And Angel and Z have been out of
communication, both radio and telepathic, all night," he
added.
"Great," Buffy muttered as
Willow took a seat on the couch looking verily at the
vampire.
"Dru feel like talking?"
the Slayer asked.
"We're all in
deep shit," Dru stated without
blinking.
"Double great," Buffy
muttered. "Care to elaborate?" she
asked.
"The winged one and the
mindwalker find them before they do," the vampire answered. "I'm going to take a
nap now," she said and closed her
eyes.
"Hey wait..." Hope started
but the vampire was lost to the
world.
"Don't worry about it she's
told us all she was going to give," Buffy said calmly. "As for you Miss Rex, I'm
afraid you're staying for the
night."
"In your bed?" the
reporter asked with a grin.
"No in the guest bedroom," the slayer answered without
flinching.
-Nobody gets the best
of me twice- she thought and cast her eyes briefly on Willow, who looked
unaffected by Rex's question, but then again with Willow you never could be
sure.
"Am I under arrest?" the
reporter asked as she stood up from the
chair.
"No both of you have just
become temporary members of the SG-Force," the Slayer answered with a grin.
"Hope take them and have them fitted for slay-suits," she then
added.
"What?" Hope asked, but
Spike and Willow shared a smile.
"You heard me, if somebody took down Dru we're going to need help," she
explained. "And these two are it," she
added.
"Come with me then," Hope
grumbled as she looked at the smug smile plastered on the reporter's
face.
"Oh Spike take care of our
other guest would you please?" the slayer then ordered and the Guardian picked
up the chair and its sleeping occupant and carried her out of the
office.
"G.I.L.E.S. try and locate
Angel and Z would you?" she then asked and the sphere quietly left the room,
leaving only her and Willow.
"I'm
not angry," Willow said calmly. "Why should I care, if another woman makes a
pass at you," she kept on.
"Wills
it's nothing... I'm not even
interested..."
"You've met her
before haven't you?" Willow asked stalking over to the desk with plasma forming
around her fists.
"I showed her
how I slay and she promised she stop chasing us on patrols," Buffy said calmly
and leaned back in her chair.
"Did
she show interest then?" Willow asked as a surge of emotions went through
increasing the brightness of the plasma in her hands. When no answer came she
turned away then spun around and cleaved the desk in half. Standing over the two
smoldering halves she stared the Slayer down who still sat calmly in her
chair.
"I'm not happy," the
plasma-slinger growled.
"I can see
that," the Slayer said as she stood up. "Go change into slay gear and report
back in half an hour. We need to be ready to go looking for Angel if she doesn't
turn up soon and these others Dru spoke sound like something nasty," she ordered
and the plasma-slinger huffed and turned on her
heel.
"There is only you Willow,"
the Slayer said as she sat down
again.
"This is about sex isn't
it?" Willow asked without turning back
around.
"No this is about you
discovering your emotions and letting them get out of control." There was along
silence as the pair stared each other
down.
"I'm sorry," Willow muttered
as her control returned.
"Youare
jealous that's understandable," Buffy
said.
"I'll just go change now,"
Willow motioned for the door.
"We'll talk later I promise," Buffy said with a smile as the plasma-slinger
tried to make a dignified exit. Watching the doors close the slayer sighed and
picked up a handheld that had survived her girlfriend fury and started typing a
to-do list. Top thing was a talk with Z followed by some intimidation on Rex and
then of course getting bad guys.
Zoëga hovered outside the window of the
office belonging to the President of the Angel Foundation, it was located on the
top floor of Angel Towers and inside sat the President himself, William Harries,
Angel's adoptive father and probably the only man that could help him rightnow.
So he knocked on the window.
Section 0.8: Demons and Angels
Rex pulled on the slay-suit Hope hand handed her before excusing herself. The reporter smiled, a few well-aimed remarks about Spike had been enough to get rid of the girl. She sighed as the suit sealed itself around her, hugging her body like second skin.
Angelica De'Light was hunting. Hunting her date for the evening
to be exact whom had flown away, literally, the moment they touched down after
their flight from the press. The questions about how he had done that were
quickly pushed aside as the questions about his safety took
over.
"Z, I swear when I get my
hands on you," she cursed since flying in evening wear wasn't the smartest idea
she had had, but it beat going back to the mansion and explaining why their
resident telepath had just gone off the deep
end.
-And Hope would butt in of
course- she thought to herself as she circled around the Giles Lab Towers and
was setting a course for the Slums when something past by her at the edge of her
vision.
"Z," she asked, but then
something struck her side and tore three lines in the material of her
jacket.
"Who are you!" she
demanded as she focused on the air around
her.
"Just a fellow enhanced
human," a voice that sounded like nails on a
blackboard.
"Show yourself," she
demanded flapping her wings and taking up a stand on a hovercar pad.
There
was a swoop of air as something dark came swooping up from below and then
something landed in front of her and there stood what she could only describe as
her own dark mirror image. Concrete gray skin, leathery wings and red eyes
narrowed into slits focused on her. A mass of black hair pulled back
revealing pointed ears.
"Surprised
sister?" the creature asked, dressed in a black combat-suit causing her to blend
with the night sky.
"It's
half-sister Demonique!" Angel stated with narrow eyes and a distant and long
buried memory flashed in her mind.
"You remember me then?" Demonique asked, her red eyes narrowing even
further.
"I remember you trying to
kill everybody in the Foundation and you hurting dad," Angel answered her black
eyes narrowing as she took a quick inventory of her non-existing weapons.
Demonique had talons on her hands, so she could easily slice her open without a
second thought.
"He was a fool!
We're better than them Angelica. All of them, even that excuse for a team you've
associated yourself with," Demonique
hissed.
"That's it,"
Angel shouted as she took to higher ground and then dove down slamming her
outstretched fists into her sisters chest sending her over the edge of the pad.
Demonique came flying back up now armed with twin
blasters.
"Oh shit!" Angel
muttered, as she took to the skies, but not before getting struck
twice.
"Always the daddy's girl.
Let me think what did her always say: Never use a blaster unless you have too,"
she said and unleashed another salvo, this time missing her target while still
blasting a large chunk out of the
pad.
"Oh and never ever kill," she
said and fired off two shots from each blaster striking Angel on each shoulder,
but the other two went into the night
sky.
"Why?" Angel asked lyingon
the pad, not bleeding, but badly burned from where the bolts had
struck.
"Cause Future-2 sendsits
regards," Demonique said as she pointed the guns at the fallen Angel. "Ooh and
by the way you still have that little pill problem," Demonique asked as she
pulled the triggers, but they refused to go
in.
"I wouldn't do that if I were
you," a calm cold voice suggested.
"Who?" Demonique asked and spun
around.
"Just a friend," Z said as
he rose up, with his coat flapping and his dark hair blowing slightly and landed
gently in front of Angel thus blocking Demonique's attack
route.
"Let me guess the
boyfriend?" Demonique asked holstering the blasters and raising her
talons.
"Kind of," Z answeredwith
a slight smile as he helped Angel stand, seemingly ignoring her dark
counterpart. Feeling the attack long before it happened the telepath sidestepped
the dark avian with ease, gently carrying Angel with
him.
"Fighting me is useless Miss
Demonique, I can see your attacks long before they happen," Z stated as he
dusted a dazed Angel off. "You okay?" he
asked.
"She's..." Angel started,
but then Demonique stumbled to the
ground.
"Saw it coming and hit her
with a mindblast," Z answered turning around to observe the fallen avian.
"She'll be alright in an hour or so," he
added.
"Why... why did you come
back?" Angel asked looking confused and a little scared at the ease and coldness
Z had displayed while 'fighting' Demonique
.
"I acted rashly after the press
thing and then I got the distinct notion from Hope that we're needed back at the
mansion. That cleared my mind," he answered then he cocked his head and Angel
could feel the slight probing.
-Damn you Demonique why did you have to ask that- Angel cursed as she raised her
carefully crafted blocks.
"Is
that... all?" Angel asked, absentmindedly playing with a strand of his
hair.
"I'm sorry our night didn't
go according to plan," he said. Angel sighed and pulled the telepath close and
kissed him firmly on the lips. Pulling back just as his mind began gently
seeking her out she gave a slight
smile.
"That was... pleasant," Z
said calmly.
"Nice to have you
back Z," Angel said with a smile, but she felt sick to the stomach for having to
trick him.
"Come we don't have
much time and her backups on the way," Z said and floated into the
air.
"When did you learn how to
fly?" Angel asked as they cruised over the city heading for the Rosenberg
Mansion.
"About two hours ago," Z
answered. "After we've solved whatever crisis we'll be faced with at the mansion
I'll look into it," he added.
"You
aren't a tek are you?" Angel asked, knowing full well that all experiments with
telekinesis had failed and the subjects had all turned out insane and she liked
her Z just the way he was.
-My Z-
the voice in the back off her mind said with a smile and Angel growled at it.
-He'll never understand- another
said.
"Don't think so," Z answered
thoughtfully as they flew in through the roof entrance Willow had designed so
that Angel could enter the mansion in
flight.
"They're waiting for us,"
he said as they landed. "In the map room."
Upon entering the map room the
pair noted some changes, first and foremost the two new members to the
team.
"Glad you could join us,"
Buffy said from where she was hunched over a holomap of the city.
"What did the two of you get into?" she asked with a raised
eyebrow at Angel's appearance.
"We
have a problem," Angel stated checking if she was bleeding from the cuts
Demonique had given her.
"Correction we have 'problems'," G.I.L.E.S. chirped
in.
"So I can see," Z said looking
around the room. Willow was busying herself with the computer terminals along
with Hope and, if he was not mistaken, Christina Rex, a reporter for the Star,
dressed in a white SG-Force trademarked slay-suit. Then joining their fearless
leader at the holomap were Spike, G.I.L.E.S and a person that had, when they had
last met, shot him, in other words Drusilla master Vampire and last time he
checked the database a bad girl also wearing the teams trademark, but instead of
Rex's white she wore a black one. Kind of fitting actually, but then again black
always fitted, or at least that was what he
thought.
"Wills patch Angel up and
get her into gear, Z report, then change clothes and don't worry Dru is with us
now," Buffy spoke fast and Dru gave him a smile that did little to reassurehim
while Willow escorted Angel into the infirmary.
Closing the infirmary
door, Willow started wordlessly preparing the regenerator while Angel's armor
was rolled into the room by one of the mansions manservant
drones.
"So how did it go?" Angel
asked.
"Rex made a pass at
Elisabeth," Willow answered
offhandedly.
"Please tell me you
didn't do anything rash?" Angel asked looking up from
undressing.
"Cleaved her deskin
half, but we made a truce," Willow answered as she started running the
regenerator over the burns.
"I
kissed Z, several times," Angel said with a
smile.
"Well... at least you had
fun," Willow stated.
"Come on! You
had fun, you're just a little ticked cause you found out that Buffy is... well
sought after," Angel explained with a smile, as she inspected Willow's
work.
"I mean it's not like I'm
scared or anything, but Buffy is out there and it's not like she's my property
and then again we aren't that serious and..." Angel listened to the babble
patiently as she donned her armor.
"Willow I know you're a smart girl, but I'll make my point simple: Buffy loves
you and don't be stupid," she said as she fastened the last strap of her armor
and left the infirmary. -At least you don't have to lie to your
significant other- she added in her mind.
Meanwhile Z was retelling the
nights events in the map room, to a rapt audience, well those who could keep
up.
...now I'm assuming you saw
the news," he looked around and got nods and some smiles. "So from that point
onwards I've found that I have tek like powers, Angel was attacked by her
half-sister, Demonique, whom I left unconscious on hovercar pad and the Future
Project is seemingly up and running again," Z explained the events so fast the
only those with enhanced hearing picked it up. Then four pairs of organic eyes
turned on him along with G.I.L.E.S. optic
sensors.
"Care to run that byus
again Z?" Buffy asked.
"Then I
think we better sit down," Angel said as she walked into the room glad in her
armor. "Cause this could take a
while."
"We're in trouble," Dru
sing sang and earned a withering stare from Buffy. "Well we are!" the
vampire stated.
Rex smiled from her seat in front of the computer and snapped
a picture of Angel glad in her combat armor. Willow came in shortly after
looking both deep in thought and profoundly
confused.
"Did I miss anything?"
she asked.
To Be Continued...