Fic: I Play My Part (You Play Your Game) PG-13 4/12
Wow. Two days and no update. That sucks. Sorry, guys, Spore ate my brain and I've been playing that in pretty much all of my free time, so that's why there's been no new chapters.
And this one is short, even!
But I'm gonna try to get two chapters out today and two chapters out tomorrow to make up for it.
Anyway, on to the fic.
Part 1 here
Xander checked his watch. It had been eight and a half hours since he’d left Smallville. He lifted his arms and slid into the bulletproof vest.
“Is everyone clear on their assignments?” he asked. Twelve slayers nodded at him. “Okay. Then everyone load up. We move in ten.”
Xander pulled up his cell phone and dialed. “We’re about to go. Where are you?”
“Still waiting,” Buffy said. “I’m on standby.”
“You checked with the embassy?”
“Can’t help,” she said. “I’ll be in when I can.”
“Okay,” Xander said. “Well we’re going. I’ll call you when it’s over, and let you know where to go.”
“Okay. Be careful.”
“I’ll get her, Buff.”
“I know.
Xander said goodbye and hung up, then frowned and made another phone call, then rounded up the girls into the two vans and drove off. Fifteen minutes later, the two vans screeched up to a building, one behind and one in front.
Slayers shot out of the vans and rushed the house; two busted in the front door, and two busted in the back. Four more smashed the first floor windows and jumped in through them. The others stood guard outside.
Two minutes later, one of the slayers came outside. “It’s empty,” she said.
Xander pulled out his cell phone and dialed again. “She’s not here.”
“You did the spell just like I taught you?” Willow asked.
“Like you showed me a hundred times,” he said. “This is the spot it pointed to.”
“Well then she’s there, but maybe hidden. Okay, do you have the standard supply box?”
“Four of them,” Xander said.
“Great. Get a pen. You need to write this down.”
“What is it?”
“A more specific locating spell. It’ll lead you right to her. Guaranteed.”
“Okay,” Xander said. He got a pen and some paper. “Go.”
Ten minutes and one spell later, Xander and a dozen Slayers were following a tiny ball of light through the house and into the basement. It disappeared into one of the basement walls.
Xander frowned. “This is not a new wall,” he said, looking at the well worn mortar and brick. “So we know they didn’t just brick it up. Somebody want to hit this for me?”
Two of the slayers stepped forward and punched the brick. The two girls stumbled as their fists went through the wall without resistance.
“It’s a fucking glamour,” one of the girls said.
“Well it’s a good bet they know we’re here,” Xander said. “Everybody armed?”
The girls around him laughed.
“Then let’s go.”
They poured through the opening in pairs. Xander pulled out his pistol, took a deep breath and followed them in.
* * * * *
It was nearing eleven at night. Clark and Lois stood in the Kent’s living room, arms crossed, watching Lucy.
“How long?” Lois asked.
Clark shrugged. “He called about seven hours ago, said he was on the way back.”
“Did he say anything else?”
“Nothing she told me about,” Clark said.
“Do you think I should -”
“Yeah.”
Lois sighed, took one step and paused. “Um.”
Clark looked outside. “Do you hear that?”
They both stepped into the kitchen and looked out the window. A helicopter was approaching the farm. As they watched, Xander’s Lexus sped down Clark’s gravel driveway. Lucy turned and looked at the kitchen table, then ran over and swept everything off of it.
“Lucy, what are you doing?” Lois asked.
Lucy turned on the hot water faucet, grabbed a sponge and scrubbed down the surface of the table as quickly as she could.
“Lucy?” Lois asked.
“Oh,” said Clark. He stepped over to the door and held it open for Xander, who rushed inside with an unconscious girl in his arms.
“What the hell is this?” Lois asked.
Lucy shrugged. “The first wave,” she said, giving Xander a kiss as he set the girl down on the table. Lucy took a look at her. “She looks fine.”
“I don’t know what it is.”
“Is that Riley?”
“And a medic and a witch,” Xander said.
“Um, excuse me, witch?” Lois asked. “Did you say a witch?”
“Who are all these people?” Clark asked, pointing outside.
“My girls,” Xander said by way of explanation. He pulled open the door and a blonde man in a military uniform, who was as large as Clark, stepped inside. Behind him was a pretty young woman wearing a black tank top and army-green khakis.
“Hey, Xander,” said the man.
“Riley. Mel.”
The young woman nodded at him. “Dawn?”
He nodded.
“I’ll do what I can, but with her power…”
“I know, but Willow’s out for at least another couple of days.”
Mel moved over to Dawn, placed a hand on her chest and closed her eyes.
“Um, excuse me…” Clark said.
“I know,” Xander said, turning to him. “And I’m sorry. I’ll explain everything, I promise, but I don’t have any other options at the moment.” He turned to Riley. “Where’s your medic?”
“Seeing to your girls outside. Where’s Buffy?” Riley asked.
“Right here,” Buffy said, walking in the door. She gave Xander and Lucy a hug each. “Your boy got mobbed a little bit outside. Thanks for that, by the way.”
Xander smiled. “Do what I can.” He took her by the elbow and pulled her aside for a moment. “Listen,” he said. “Are we okay?”
“What?” she asked, confused.
“It’s just… last month, in London, you were kind of… avoidy.”
“Oh. Oh, right. Yeah, we’re fine,” she said, smiling at him. “It was a stupid girl thing. Don’t worry about it.”
“Promise?”
Buffy held up her pinky. Xander was a little surprised at the gesture, but locked his pinky with hers, and they shook.
“Something isn’t right here,” Mel said. “I’m getting a lot of interference.”
“What do you mean?” Xander asked, disengaging from the pinky swear.
“I mean a massive source of power,” she said. “It’s screwing everything up.”
“Did you bring the scythe?” Xander asked Buffy.
Buffy shook her head. “Faith has it.”
“Damn, Xander, those girls out there are fierce,” said a new voice from the doorway. “They almost ripped my shirt. What’d I miss?”
“Ollie?” Lois asked. Oliver Queen stood in the doorway, looking as cool and collected as ever, despite his recent mobbing. A few slips of paper with phone numbers had been hastily slid into his pockets, and he quickly discarded most of them.
“Ollie, thanks for coming,” Xander said, shaking the man’s hand. “And for picking up Buffy.”
“Just a tiny detour,” he said, smiling at Buffy. “I was happy for the company.”
“Oliver, what are you doing here?” Lois asked.
“Helping out a friend,” he said, pointing to Xander. Ollie looked over and nodded at Riley, shaking his hand.
“Okay, seriously,” Mel said. “Huge power source. I need everyone out of the room right now, if I’m gonna help her at all.”
“I’m not going anywhere until someone gives me an explanation,” Clark said. “You can’t just invade my home and -”
“Clark, how about we talk in your barn,” Ollie said, clapping him on the back. “You, me, Xander and the good Agent Finn can all go have a nice chat. You’ll get some answers there. I promise. Right?” he said, looking at Xander.
“Yeah,” Xander said. “Sounds good.” The four men stepped outside and headed for the barn.
“We can’t do anything to help here,” Lucy said, leading Buffy and Lois into the living room.
“You didn’t tell me you knew Ollie,” Lois said.
“You didn’t tell me you did,” said Lucy. “It never came up.”
“Sorry, do you have a bathroom I can use?” Buffy asked.
Lois pointed Buffy in the right direction, and then turned back to the kitchen where Mel was once again concentrating.
“I don’t understand even a little bit of what’s going on here,” Lois said to her sister. “But this very attractive, young, unconscious girl certainly does seem to have a lot of people worried about her. Your boyfriend especially.”
Lucy smiled. “Dawn is like the second most important person in the world to Xander,” she said, leaning her head on her big sister’s shoulder. “There’s nothing he wouldn’t do for her.”
“Second, huh?” Lois asked. “Right behind you, I suppose.”
“Oh, Lo,” she said, with a soft laugh. “I just barely crack the top five.”
The two of them stood there, watching Mel concentrate for a moment.
“Let’s sit down,” Lois said. “And you can tell me again how you met Xander, and who exactly he is. Because that story he told, about charity, about all that work? I’m not exactly buying it right now.”
Lucy nodded, and they sat down. “So,” she said, “it all started in Prague….”
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End Chapter 4
Continue on to Chapter 5
And this one is short, even!
But I'm gonna try to get two chapters out today and two chapters out tomorrow to make up for it.
Anyway, on to the fic.
Part 1 here
Xander checked his watch. It had been eight and a half hours since he’d left Smallville. He lifted his arms and slid into the bulletproof vest.
“Is everyone clear on their assignments?” he asked. Twelve slayers nodded at him. “Okay. Then everyone load up. We move in ten.”
Xander pulled up his cell phone and dialed. “We’re about to go. Where are you?”
“Still waiting,” Buffy said. “I’m on standby.”
“You checked with the embassy?”
“Can’t help,” she said. “I’ll be in when I can.”
“Okay,” Xander said. “Well we’re going. I’ll call you when it’s over, and let you know where to go.”
“Okay. Be careful.”
“I’ll get her, Buff.”
“I know.
Xander said goodbye and hung up, then frowned and made another phone call, then rounded up the girls into the two vans and drove off. Fifteen minutes later, the two vans screeched up to a building, one behind and one in front.
Slayers shot out of the vans and rushed the house; two busted in the front door, and two busted in the back. Four more smashed the first floor windows and jumped in through them. The others stood guard outside.
Two minutes later, one of the slayers came outside. “It’s empty,” she said.
Xander pulled out his cell phone and dialed again. “She’s not here.”
“You did the spell just like I taught you?” Willow asked.
“Like you showed me a hundred times,” he said. “This is the spot it pointed to.”
“Well then she’s there, but maybe hidden. Okay, do you have the standard supply box?”
“Four of them,” Xander said.
“Great. Get a pen. You need to write this down.”
“What is it?”
“A more specific locating spell. It’ll lead you right to her. Guaranteed.”
“Okay,” Xander said. He got a pen and some paper. “Go.”
Ten minutes and one spell later, Xander and a dozen Slayers were following a tiny ball of light through the house and into the basement. It disappeared into one of the basement walls.
Xander frowned. “This is not a new wall,” he said, looking at the well worn mortar and brick. “So we know they didn’t just brick it up. Somebody want to hit this for me?”
Two of the slayers stepped forward and punched the brick. The two girls stumbled as their fists went through the wall without resistance.
“It’s a fucking glamour,” one of the girls said.
“Well it’s a good bet they know we’re here,” Xander said. “Everybody armed?”
The girls around him laughed.
“Then let’s go.”
They poured through the opening in pairs. Xander pulled out his pistol, took a deep breath and followed them in.
* * * * *
It was nearing eleven at night. Clark and Lois stood in the Kent’s living room, arms crossed, watching Lucy.
“How long?” Lois asked.
Clark shrugged. “He called about seven hours ago, said he was on the way back.”
“Did he say anything else?”
“Nothing she told me about,” Clark said.
“Do you think I should -”
“Yeah.”
Lois sighed, took one step and paused. “Um.”
Clark looked outside. “Do you hear that?”
They both stepped into the kitchen and looked out the window. A helicopter was approaching the farm. As they watched, Xander’s Lexus sped down Clark’s gravel driveway. Lucy turned and looked at the kitchen table, then ran over and swept everything off of it.
“Lucy, what are you doing?” Lois asked.
Lucy turned on the hot water faucet, grabbed a sponge and scrubbed down the surface of the table as quickly as she could.
“Lucy?” Lois asked.
“Oh,” said Clark. He stepped over to the door and held it open for Xander, who rushed inside with an unconscious girl in his arms.
“What the hell is this?” Lois asked.
Lucy shrugged. “The first wave,” she said, giving Xander a kiss as he set the girl down on the table. Lucy took a look at her. “She looks fine.”
“I don’t know what it is.”
“Is that Riley?”
“And a medic and a witch,” Xander said.
“Um, excuse me, witch?” Lois asked. “Did you say a witch?”
“Who are all these people?” Clark asked, pointing outside.
“My girls,” Xander said by way of explanation. He pulled open the door and a blonde man in a military uniform, who was as large as Clark, stepped inside. Behind him was a pretty young woman wearing a black tank top and army-green khakis.
“Hey, Xander,” said the man.
“Riley. Mel.”
The young woman nodded at him. “Dawn?”
He nodded.
“I’ll do what I can, but with her power…”
“I know, but Willow’s out for at least another couple of days.”
Mel moved over to Dawn, placed a hand on her chest and closed her eyes.
“Um, excuse me…” Clark said.
“I know,” Xander said, turning to him. “And I’m sorry. I’ll explain everything, I promise, but I don’t have any other options at the moment.” He turned to Riley. “Where’s your medic?”
“Seeing to your girls outside. Where’s Buffy?” Riley asked.
“Right here,” Buffy said, walking in the door. She gave Xander and Lucy a hug each. “Your boy got mobbed a little bit outside. Thanks for that, by the way.”
Xander smiled. “Do what I can.” He took her by the elbow and pulled her aside for a moment. “Listen,” he said. “Are we okay?”
“What?” she asked, confused.
“It’s just… last month, in London, you were kind of… avoidy.”
“Oh. Oh, right. Yeah, we’re fine,” she said, smiling at him. “It was a stupid girl thing. Don’t worry about it.”
“Promise?”
Buffy held up her pinky. Xander was a little surprised at the gesture, but locked his pinky with hers, and they shook.
“Something isn’t right here,” Mel said. “I’m getting a lot of interference.”
“What do you mean?” Xander asked, disengaging from the pinky swear.
“I mean a massive source of power,” she said. “It’s screwing everything up.”
“Did you bring the scythe?” Xander asked Buffy.
Buffy shook her head. “Faith has it.”
“Damn, Xander, those girls out there are fierce,” said a new voice from the doorway. “They almost ripped my shirt. What’d I miss?”
“Ollie?” Lois asked. Oliver Queen stood in the doorway, looking as cool and collected as ever, despite his recent mobbing. A few slips of paper with phone numbers had been hastily slid into his pockets, and he quickly discarded most of them.
“Ollie, thanks for coming,” Xander said, shaking the man’s hand. “And for picking up Buffy.”
“Just a tiny detour,” he said, smiling at Buffy. “I was happy for the company.”
“Oliver, what are you doing here?” Lois asked.
“Helping out a friend,” he said, pointing to Xander. Ollie looked over and nodded at Riley, shaking his hand.
“Okay, seriously,” Mel said. “Huge power source. I need everyone out of the room right now, if I’m gonna help her at all.”
“I’m not going anywhere until someone gives me an explanation,” Clark said. “You can’t just invade my home and -”
“Clark, how about we talk in your barn,” Ollie said, clapping him on the back. “You, me, Xander and the good Agent Finn can all go have a nice chat. You’ll get some answers there. I promise. Right?” he said, looking at Xander.
“Yeah,” Xander said. “Sounds good.” The four men stepped outside and headed for the barn.
“We can’t do anything to help here,” Lucy said, leading Buffy and Lois into the living room.
“You didn’t tell me you knew Ollie,” Lois said.
“You didn’t tell me you did,” said Lucy. “It never came up.”
“Sorry, do you have a bathroom I can use?” Buffy asked.
Lois pointed Buffy in the right direction, and then turned back to the kitchen where Mel was once again concentrating.
“I don’t understand even a little bit of what’s going on here,” Lois said to her sister. “But this very attractive, young, unconscious girl certainly does seem to have a lot of people worried about her. Your boyfriend especially.”
Lucy smiled. “Dawn is like the second most important person in the world to Xander,” she said, leaning her head on her big sister’s shoulder. “There’s nothing he wouldn’t do for her.”
“Second, huh?” Lois asked. “Right behind you, I suppose.”
“Oh, Lo,” she said, with a soft laugh. “I just barely crack the top five.”
The two of them stood there, watching Mel concentrate for a moment.
“Let’s sit down,” Lois said. “And you can tell me again how you met Xander, and who exactly he is. Because that story he told, about charity, about all that work? I’m not exactly buying it right now.”
Lucy nodded, and they sat down. “So,” she said, “it all started in Prague….”
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End Chapter 4
Continue on to Chapter 5