FF: BTVS 2117: PHASE II - SG-FORCE (7/16)

["Cilia" <cilia@xxxxx>]

Title: BTVS 2117: PHASE II - SG-FORCE
Series: BtVS 2117
Author: Cilia
Author's e-mail: cilia@xxxxx
Sections:
Section 0110: First Dates
Pairings: B/W (sort of)
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BtVS 2117: PHASE II - SG-FORCE
Cilia

Section 0110: First Dates

Buffy raised her hand and, after a moment, knocked on Willow?s door. She
fiddled with the blue rose behind her back as she waited. Looking down, she
hoped that Willow wouldn?t object to her wearing her slaysuit with just a
white waistcoat over it.
?Coming? oof, damn it,? then the sound of hopping and bumping into. Is that
something burning? Buffy smiled to herself, then the door opened, revealing
Willow in a dark red pantsuit and holding a high heeled shoe in one hand.
One hundred and seventeen years and we still have high heels, Buffy
thought.
?Should? I come back later?? Buffy asked with a grin.
?No, no just a? just a minute,? Willow exclaimed as she managed to get the
shoe on. ?There! All ready,? she stated proudly.
?Wow!? Buffy said slowly as she looked her over. ?Um?this is for you,? she
said as she pulled the rose from behind her back. She grinned playfully as
the plasma-slinger blushed.
?Thank you,? she whispered, as she smelled the rose.
Shyly hooking her arm in her dates, the slayer confessed, ?Spike is kind of
loaning me his hover, so we better take off before he changes his mind,?
Buffy said with a smile.

Angel looked around nervously, blinking in pleasant surprise. Zoëga had gone
really gone all out. First, the massive bunch of roses he had shown up with,
she?d lost count after a dozen, then the chartered limohover that took them
to the Grand Tower. I bet he even has theater tickets up his sleeve
somewhere, she reasoned.
?I?apologize if this is a little? too much,? he said peaking over the top
of the menu. Their table was situated by a holowindow that gave perfect view
of the upper city. It was even the real view. The table had it?s own private
waiter and was a good, romantic distance from the rest of the tables. Plus
the reporters would never get past security here.
?No, no? this all very? grand, and my menu doesn?t even have the prices??
?You were expecting something a little more?. teen?? he asked as he laid
down menu 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 confessed with a crooked
smile.
He was nervous, Angel thought to herself, and smiled as the voice in the
back of her head did a little happy dance.
?If you have any better ideas? I?m all ears,? he said with a casual smile.
Granted they were being treated as any other customer, but their celebrity
status, and a quite a bit of money, was buying them that luxury.
?No, lets just? eat here,? she answered with a grin 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.
Dining over the light tones drifting from the piano, they chatted as each
dish, more expensive then the last was brought before them. The waiter was
pleasant enough, bringing them each dish with a comment about how the press
was being controlled outside of the building, or how wonderful it was that
young people still had class.
While finishing off his bowl of ice cream, Angel was desperately trying not
giggle for fear she might break out laughing.
?What? Is something?? the telepath asked, looking down at his shirt, then
back at the avian with the first-ever confused look she?d seen from him.
?You have? ice-cream?? she said, choking on a giggle as she reached out
with a napkin, ?On your nose,? she finished as she wiped desert off the
telepaths nose.

After signing for the bill, which Angel did not even want to look at, the
pair made their way down to the lobby of the Restaurant where they were
greeted by a swarm of hovercams, flashes, and reporters with never-ending
questions.
?I thought? the waiter said? they?d been thrown out,? Angel asked as she
covered her eyes. ?Or at least controlled!?
?Guess he? was wrong?? Zoëga said, his calm demeanor showing cracks, as he
grabbed the door attendant. ?Is there another way out!? he practically
shouted at the poor man.
?Through the? staffroom at the? delivery entrance,? the man stuttered as he
recognized the face he had seen dozen time on the newsfeeds about the battle
at St Summers.
It?s nice having an acknowledge telepath around, Angel thought to herself,
then felt Z grab her hand and pull her away from the hoard. Baka press
ruining my date, she cursed mentally as she pictured herself holding a stick
with a reporter?s head mounted firmly on top of it.
?Calm down,? Zoëga ordered gently, no doubt feeling the waves of contempt
and frustration coming of her.
?I?m? trying to,? she answered as they burst through the doors into the
waiters changing room.
?Where is the exit?? Zoëga asked no one particular, then cast a look over
his shoulder.
?That? that way,? a waiter stammered and pointed the way.
?Thank you,? Angel nodded as the telepath pulled her along. ?He?s not
usually like this,? she called back to one of the servers giving Zoëga a
look that spoke volumes.
They broke into the warm night, both looking around for any signs of the
press or other things that go bump in the night. They ended up staring at
each other, grinning like maniacs. His hair was wild and falling into his
eyes, hers had come loose from it?s pinning and framed her face in platinum
white.
?We made it,? Zoëga breathed as he reached up 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 the 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 a doubt,
setting up blocks. She smiled into the kiss, despite herself and then there
was a burst of lights.
?That is it!? Z shouted, spinning out of the kiss. Various objects started
hovering in the alley as the telepath?s eyes narrowed into two red slits.
The press was backing out of alley now as the dirt and debris, and every
other particle that could move, started swirling into a solid wall, pushing
into them, pressing them back.
?Z,? Angel exclaimed and placed a hand on his shoulder. When he didn?t
respond, she spread her wings and gathered him into a tight hug as she took
him to the skies, the debris field collapsed behind them. The flashing
lights and hovercams followed them as high they could before lowering back
to the ground.

Willow was content as she lay on the hood of Buffy?s borrowed hover. She
smiled as she looked up to the stars. On the ground, lay an open and now
empty picnic basket. She couldn?t help but smile again as she turned her
head to look at the girl next to her, Buffy was smiling and staring up into
the stars.
?Do we go there?? she asked, pointing, not taking her eyes off the sky.
?The stars, I mean,? she added as she turned to look at the plasma-slinger.
?No, not there,? Willow said as she grabbed the pointing arms elbow,
moving it over a hair, ?but we have gone? there,? she said, ?Oops, well
actually? there,? she then corrected herself. ?We went to Venus first then
to Mercury, and thats where we get our power from now, but next we?ll? hmm??
the slinger was silenced by the Slayer?s lips.
?I wasn?t looking for a lecture,? she said with a positively evil grin as
she pulled away. ?But please? do tell me more.? Before Willow could speak,
there was bleep from Buffy?s wristbands. The Slayer sighed heavily.
?You, um, better answer? that,? Willow said with a small smile, pointing.
Growling, Buffy pressed a button and a small hologram popped up from her
wrist.
?Oh, this had better be good, Spike,? she snarled.
?Sorry to interrupt your evening, luvs, but we have a problem,? he said, his
jaw set. She couldn?t help but notice the nasty cut on his forehead and a
black eye.
?Spike, come on. What is it? What happened?? Buffy quizzed as her scowl
faded.
The camera view changed to show Dru, tied to a chair, struggling. On the
side, Hope was bandaging a blonde head. Rose coloured spectacles were atop
the head, holding blonde locks from her eyes.
?I?ll explain more when you get here,? Spikes voice told her from out of
camera view as the connection began to end.
What the? how did Rex get into the mansion, Buffy pondered.
?We?ll be there in ten,? Buffy said, closing the link. She turned sadly to
Willow. ?I?m?sorry,? she said. ?About cutting the date short,?
Willow just reached out and softly stroked her date?s cheek. ?I had fun,?
she chirped gleefully, and with a kiss, she deftly slid off the hood to
collect the basket, leaving Buffy with a silly, impish grin, despite the
urgent message from Spike.

TBC....