[ BtVS 2117: THE SG-FORCE (5-8 of 16) ]

["Cilia" <cilia@xxxxx>]

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
Author's e-mail: cilia@xxxxx
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 lay in 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 making her 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 like a matador though- she added in her
mind. -Still the cuteness makes up for just about everything-
"I'm trying to 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 go for 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 date with 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've got 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," Buffy said 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 hundred and 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 and the 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 and that 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 still had 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 grab her 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 into the 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 into the 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 to a 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 out and 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 front of the desk.
"Care to explain to me, 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 recording your 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 it was 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 a long silence as the pair stared each other
down.
"I'm sorry," Willow muttered as her control returned.
"You are 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 right now. 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.

?It?s always like that the first time,? a voice commented from
behind her.
?Maybe I should try it without underwear sometime,? Rex answered as she
turned around and smiled at Buffy that had probably watched whole thing.
?We need to talk,? Buffy said and crossed her arms over her
chest.
?About what?? Rex asked innocently.
?You messing up my love life for starters,? Buffy said firmly.
?Oh that, that?s just harmless fun,? Rex said a grin.
?Not to Willow it isn?t,? Buffy stated. ?We might need you on this team
right now, but that means we leave the personal stuff at home.?
?Your no fun you know that don?t you?? Rex asked.
?No I?m not,? Buffy said firmly. ?I?m fun off-hours,? she added.
?Oh and when is that?? Rex asked as she pressed herself against the Slayer.
Buffy took a deep shutting breath and closed her eyes as the reporter
wrapped her arms around her.
?Right about now,? she said in between breaths. ?When I finish
with you and go back to Willow,? she then added as she spun around and
pushed the reporter up against the wall. Rex just raised and eyebrow and
licked her lips.
?Now you listen up good Rex. Since you are so interest let me
give you a little demonstration of what it?s like with a Slayer, I?m going
to show you,? she said in a low dangerous voice as she pinned the reporter
to the wall with one hand with just enough force to leave a small bruise and
zipped down the front of her slay-suit with the other, then finally and
without warning roughly kissing the reporter. Rex?s eyes went wide, the
violence that went into the kiss made her feel sick and Buffy was forcing
her to touch her. So she did the only rational think she could come up with
she pushed the Slayer of her and fled. Buffy just stood there for a moment
while with a secretive smile playing on her lips before zipping up the front
of her slay-suit and returning to the maproom.


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 lying on the pad, not bleeding, but badly burned
from where the bolts had struck.
"Cause Future-2 sends its 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 answered with 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 reassure him 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 desk in 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 by us 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...