Disclaimer: All BTVS related stuff is the property of Joss Whedon---i’m just borrowing it. I own nothing but Gloria Cobain and my plot line---If you want to use her in YOUR story, please give me credit (Chracter..etc..) or else I will be a VERY unhappy camper
I do not own ANY x-files characters etc.....I’m just borrowing them!! They belong to Chris Carter. I don’t own Charlie’s Angels, it belongs to Aaron Spelling (I couldn’t resist the cameo idea)
I Don’t owm Almond Joy, Mounds, Hole (whom I realy do like) or Charlie’s Angels I’m just temporaly borrowing them. No copyright infrinegement is intended either. Seeing as how the season finale was not likeable, I am ignoring it and writing an alternate script line. (Angel NEVER vanished in my story line)Think of it as comfort script!!
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Part Four
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Sitting in her purple Neon, fingers tapping the steering wheel, Buffy was caught in a traffic jam. Although she had previously known about LA’s trying drivetime, it was the first time she had actualy experenced it----Buffy Summers was Not a happy camper. Admist the sweltering heat, the stereo blared Hole’s “Gutless”, aptly expressing her current state of mind.
“Just you try to shut me down, come on try to shut me up....I’m gutless!!! I’m gutless”
As much as she loved Cibo Matto, there were moments when bitch rock was needed. This happened to be one of them. “Some times you feel like a bitch, sometimes you don’t" she humed in a weird spin on the Almond Joy/Mounds jingle. she remarked.
, silently congratualating herself on carefull pre-planning for “early dismissal”. still unable to belive that the attendance office accepted “Cousin” Angel’s voucher----despite never being listed on the contact list. On the other hand, who was she to argue with the results----she had places to go and a president to save. < I realy should thank him when I get back > she mused.
Quickly noticing the moving traffic, Buffy pumped her fist in the air----she would be on her way in no time. Vaugely aware of the building’s location, she was gratefull for agent Cobain’s detailed directions. Much more expansive than Sunnydale, Los Angeles was a big place to get lost in---and she wanted to be punctual. With slayage leaving little time for burger-flipping, this would unofficaly count as her first real job, she had decided to play it safe by wearing a consrvative purple suit.
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About a half-hour later, the federal complex came into view. A stately building with modern archetecture, it loomed on the horizon. Spotting a parking space, Buffy expertly manueverd the car into place, very gratefull for the close space. Turning off the igniton, she thought, her mind racing. She had NEVER ever undertaken an assigiment of this magniture befire, and couldn’t have predicted it either.
Entering a somewhat chilly reception area, she anxiously looked around. Unlike the doctors office, she wasn’t quite sure how to announce her arrival, an explaination to the wrong person could jepordaze the secrecy of the mission. Loose lips could sink more than ships.
Sitting down in a plastic chair, she decided to peoplewatch, perhaps she would see something of interest. she commented, as an employee named “Kris Munroe” walked by. An older blond, Agent Munroe worked in criminal investigations. Formerly a private investigator, she had joined in the mid 1980’s.
With minutes of her arrival, Buffy was greeted by an older and very muscular looking brunnette. she thought. Standing at 6’1, she was a formidable presence, although personable.
“Ms. Summers, we meet in person “ Agent Cobain warmly announced, confidently motioning for the slayer to follow “I hope that the drive over here was not troublesome.” trying to make small talk. Presently unbeknownst to the slayer, the department had attempted to rescue Clinton sans-slayer, obviously failing. Having befreinded a slayer in the 1960’s, Cobain knew the stakes involved .
Also undivulged was the exisitence of a file on Buffy (explaining the phone call) , aware that Willow had previously decrypted it. In all truthfullness, she did not mind THIS securty breach,reqalizing Buffy’s circumstances. That slayer’s Willow, she would’ve been in heaven wiht internet access
“I did, thank you for asking. I grew up in LA, so it was kinda like a homecoming” Buffy replied carefully. She had changed alot since her valley girl days, (TIME magazine be dammed)no longer content to unquestionaly support what “good” girls were expected to do. . Increasing feeling detached from her suroundings, Buffy wanted to make a clean break from her former life,ironicaly aided by her parents divorce (however painfull ).
“I’m glad to hear of that,” the agent said, navigating her way down a long string of seemingly identical coridors. One of the first female special agents in the department, she had seen comparatively dramtic shitfs in employment polcies over the years----happy to assume the role of mentor for those who followed.”Let me show you to our special divsions area, where you will be working for the durration of the mission.”, she contintued in a brisk but freindly manner.
Following Cobain, Buffy snuck glances at the door plates, spotting a man and a redhead near one marked “Danna Scully”, both visibly engrossed in something called “the x-files.” Although not able to make out much else of the conversation, she could clearly see tghat there was some kind of visible attraction between the two---however complicated. reflecting on her relationship with Angel. Following his resoulment, it had been challenging to win mom’s approval of him ---although the task had been acomplished. She even handled his “secret” well (after the screaming subsided). Buffy just wished that her mother would stop talking about Spike, she only wanted to date one vampire-----and he was back in her life.
“Here we are” Cobain announced, ushering the slayer into a small corner office. This will be your base for the duuration fo the mission. The computer is specialy wired to intercept terrorist messages from around the world. Thankfully vampires at large have not yet mastered the internet. Any questions or concerns?” she ended, looking at the employee. Not wanting to russh Buffy, she was having a hard time dealing with the kidnapping.
“What exactly will this assgiment entail.”, Buffy queried Although she had gotten the general idea earlirt, the extensive computer usage was not mentioned. ,although she had never gotten the damm thing, she was certain that it was revised to reflect the changing times, anf the resultant improvents in technology that made slaying much more easier. Then again, one could never tell.
“Oh yes, It reqires peak mental and physical capablities, natural endowments for all slayers. Hence we are certain that you will be able to meet the challenge. Good Luck “ she said, before exiting the room. In truth Cobain was in awe of the slayer, few indivuals are born with a mandate to (technicaly) preserve international security. Assuming that the slayer did want a career in law enforcement, she figured that it would be a comparative piece of cake.
Following Cobain’s departure, Buffy inspected her new surroundings. Well aware that everybodt had to start out at the bottom, she interpreted the small office size as “cozy” At a time when most high schoolers were making minum wage, Buffy recognized the priveekge and responsiblty (this was likely going to be danergous after all) that diffrentiate her from most. years of slaying had litteraly forced her to act older than her time.
.Buffy remarked, examining the clealry powerfull computer. Although she herself was not the computer expert, a quick glance at the enourmous memory capacity told her that it would defitnely please the hacker. . Although Sunnydale was one of the more affluent school districts, it’s computers were not THIS good----page loading took less than a minute.One of theese days, they would have to get Angel on the net----he needed to ‘live in the now’.
Looking through the hard drive files, Buffy ran across one marked “Clinton Crisis”, deciding to open it. “OH SHIT!!!!!!!!!!”, Buffy remarked:Inside the file were records of what the FBI had attempted to do sans-slayer. Shaking her head in sorrow, Buffy was disapointed that they had attempted to move without previous consultation Despite this agravation, Buffy felt a certain sympathy: They honestly tried to rescue the president, AND it was a major crisis after all .
Briefly steppinmg outside for a trip to the coffe maker, she was so engrosed in thought, she had a near colison with the man she had earier seen exiting Scully’s office. “Ooops, soory about that” she said, narrowly missing him. Coliding into your coworkers wasn’t the best way to win brownie points at the office. Thankfully she had not yrt filled her mug---burning Mulder wouldn’t have been good either.
“That’s Alright I’m agent Fox Mulder---I work on the X-files project with Dana Scully. Umm, I didn’t get your name....” He trailed off, trying to place her face. For some reason he thought that her name started with a “B”, he reacked his brain. Usualy Mulder was not THIS bad remembering names, It seemed like ages since vacation, and he needed it.
“Buffy Summers, I was hired to rescue the president”, she said---extending a hand to Mulder. “I’m the newbie around here.” she added, flashing a professional smile. Although the agent was freindly, he was too young AND clean cut for her tastes. Still, it was nice to meet other people, it made her feel like less of an outsider.
“Oh yeah...” Mulder exclaimed “I should’ve remembered your name. Agent Cobain breifed us on your arrival---and the previous attempts. ” Studying the teengers face for a monemt, he was in awe of her relative calm he reflected on her seemly calm exterior demanor. < I don’t think I’d be as calm as her if I dealt with the paranormal at her age.>
‘Same here,” she responded ”Sorry to cut this short, but I need to get back to work. Duty calls”As much a she would’ve liked to stay and chat, she realy needed to leave---they both had lots of stuff that needed to get done--and she was eager to get to it., figuring that something worse would happen if she did not.. she finshed.
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