August 2 - An Offer
Twisted Shorts August Fic-a-Day Challenge - Day 2
Title: An Offer
Author: hermione2be
Rating: PG/FR13/K+
Crossover: BtVS/Limitless (TV show)
Disclaimer: I do not own any of BtVS/Angel or Limitless people, places, or ideas. This fiction is done simply for pleasure and I receive no profit.
Summary: Buffy gets a blunt conversation after escaping her abductors.
Notes: Inspired by deiticlast’s Challenge 6328 on TTH.
Seasons: Post-Series/Before Pilot
Characters: Buffy, Eddie Morra
Word Count: 889
Buffy rubbed her biceps to try and stave off the cold. Her body was turning against her as it tried to process a poison. The night before she had been kidnapped by…something. She was no longer sure if it had been demons or humans. They had locked her in a room and given her a small clear pill that dissolved on her tongue.
It had felt like she was flying. Her mind racing along lines she had never followed. She recalled from her abnormal psych chapter that it was a type of high.
“You’ve got to get up,” a voice said.
Buffy had turned around to find a version of herself leaning against the door. She was wearing a long silver shirt and tight black pants. Her blonde hair was short and straight. It was all a contrast to the tee and jeans she currently wore.
“You’ve spent too much time playing dumb,” the illusion of herself said. “But you know how to get out of here.”
And she had with an ease she had never before known.
Buffy focused on trying to figure out where she was. New York, a place she did not have an immediate contact.
She flagged a taxi as she tried to control her racing heart.
“Where to?” the man asked.
Buffy frowned. There had been an address that caught her attention. She rattled it off from memory.
The driver nodded and looked a moment before merging into midday traffic. The route was stop and go. Buffy kept her gaze outside, fixed on the passing city blocks.
“You can’t just ignore me,” the image of herself said.
She made no response. They pulled up to the address. Buffy handed over the fare and got out of the cab. She found herself standing in front of a little warehouse. It looked abandoned from the outside. She noticed there were fresh dirt tracks going straight into the building. She went around the side and found a door. She remembered how to pick a lock, but as always strength was faster and preferred. The lock snapped easily under her power.
“You know how to finesse,” the mirage told her. “You can’t just keep kicking down doors. One of these days you won’t be lucky or on a forgetful Hellmouth.”
“Shut up,” Buffy hissed.
She headed inside to find the warehouse empty. There was a distant hum. She carefully picked her way along the wall and up a flight of concrete stairs.
Sitting in a chair on the far side of the room was a handsome man in a suit.
He gave her a smile. It was calculated…not quite sincere.
“Hello,” he said just loud enough to reach her, but not shouting.
“Who are you?”
“My name is Eddie Morra.”
“Did you do this to me?”
“No,” he snapped. “I was not aware that a Slayer had been taken for testing until you were transported into the city. Unfortunately, we were not able to get to you fast enough.” He relaxed slightly and waved her to the seat in front of her. “Please have a seat.”
Buffy walked slowly to the center of the room and stood behind the offered chair. She placed a hand on the chilly, shiny metal. “Why was I taken?”
“The pill you were given is called NZT. It makes the average person…less average for 12 hours per dose. Those using NZT see things others don’t, they can analyze patterns, and process decades’ worth of information in hours. They can push their bodies to jump and run and push beyond anything they’ve ever thought themselves capable.”
“Someone wanted to test it on a Slayer?”
“NZT users have found irrefutable proof of the world’s seedy underbelly.” He tilted his head in thought. “Some are ambitious enough to try and find a way to make the creatures work for humans.”
“It doesn’t work,” she seethed. “You have government contacts? Have someone dig up a project called ‘the Initiative’ based out of Sunnydale, California between 1998 and 2000.”
“I know.” Morra’s voice was even. “I chose to not pursue that path. However, others were not as wise. Several deaths at the hands of the demons has resulted in them looking into other options. They thought a Slayer controlled by addiction to NZT would be the solution.”
“And I was the guinea pig.”
“Yes.”
“They didn’t account for the Slayer metabolism,” she told him. “For the most part, it’s three times that of a healthy human.”
“You also do not seem to be affected by the negative aftereffects.” His shrewd eyes studied her. “Some Slayers may be able to take the drug-”
“No.” She shook her head once. “We don’t need drugs to do our jobs. And I won’t expose my girls to that, Mr. Morra. Anyone stupid enough to come after a Slayer will be punished.”
“Like you did to those that took you?”
“Worse,” she promised.
He gave her a vague smile and a nod. “Very well, Miss Summers. If you ever change your mind, please feel free to contact me.”
Buffy tried not to shudder as she walked away. This was the last thing they needed. The New Council was already overwhelmed with threats from the Supernatural world, they were not currently equipped to wage a war against the humans they were supposed to protect.
Title: An Offer
Author: hermione2be
Rating: PG/FR13/K+
Crossover: BtVS/Limitless (TV show)
Disclaimer: I do not own any of BtVS/Angel or Limitless people, places, or ideas. This fiction is done simply for pleasure and I receive no profit.
Summary: Buffy gets a blunt conversation after escaping her abductors.
Notes: Inspired by deiticlast’s Challenge 6328 on TTH.
Seasons: Post-Series/Before Pilot
Characters: Buffy, Eddie Morra
Word Count: 889
Buffy rubbed her biceps to try and stave off the cold. Her body was turning against her as it tried to process a poison. The night before she had been kidnapped by…something. She was no longer sure if it had been demons or humans. They had locked her in a room and given her a small clear pill that dissolved on her tongue.
It had felt like she was flying. Her mind racing along lines she had never followed. She recalled from her abnormal psych chapter that it was a type of high.
“You’ve got to get up,” a voice said.
Buffy had turned around to find a version of herself leaning against the door. She was wearing a long silver shirt and tight black pants. Her blonde hair was short and straight. It was all a contrast to the tee and jeans she currently wore.
“You’ve spent too much time playing dumb,” the illusion of herself said. “But you know how to get out of here.”
And she had with an ease she had never before known.
Buffy focused on trying to figure out where she was. New York, a place she did not have an immediate contact.
She flagged a taxi as she tried to control her racing heart.
“Where to?” the man asked.
Buffy frowned. There had been an address that caught her attention. She rattled it off from memory.
The driver nodded and looked a moment before merging into midday traffic. The route was stop and go. Buffy kept her gaze outside, fixed on the passing city blocks.
“You can’t just ignore me,” the image of herself said.
She made no response. They pulled up to the address. Buffy handed over the fare and got out of the cab. She found herself standing in front of a little warehouse. It looked abandoned from the outside. She noticed there were fresh dirt tracks going straight into the building. She went around the side and found a door. She remembered how to pick a lock, but as always strength was faster and preferred. The lock snapped easily under her power.
“You know how to finesse,” the mirage told her. “You can’t just keep kicking down doors. One of these days you won’t be lucky or on a forgetful Hellmouth.”
“Shut up,” Buffy hissed.
She headed inside to find the warehouse empty. There was a distant hum. She carefully picked her way along the wall and up a flight of concrete stairs.
Sitting in a chair on the far side of the room was a handsome man in a suit.
He gave her a smile. It was calculated…not quite sincere.
“Hello,” he said just loud enough to reach her, but not shouting.
“Who are you?”
“My name is Eddie Morra.”
“Did you do this to me?”
“No,” he snapped. “I was not aware that a Slayer had been taken for testing until you were transported into the city. Unfortunately, we were not able to get to you fast enough.” He relaxed slightly and waved her to the seat in front of her. “Please have a seat.”
Buffy walked slowly to the center of the room and stood behind the offered chair. She placed a hand on the chilly, shiny metal. “Why was I taken?”
“The pill you were given is called NZT. It makes the average person…less average for 12 hours per dose. Those using NZT see things others don’t, they can analyze patterns, and process decades’ worth of information in hours. They can push their bodies to jump and run and push beyond anything they’ve ever thought themselves capable.”
“Someone wanted to test it on a Slayer?”
“NZT users have found irrefutable proof of the world’s seedy underbelly.” He tilted his head in thought. “Some are ambitious enough to try and find a way to make the creatures work for humans.”
“It doesn’t work,” she seethed. “You have government contacts? Have someone dig up a project called ‘the Initiative’ based out of Sunnydale, California between 1998 and 2000.”
“I know.” Morra’s voice was even. “I chose to not pursue that path. However, others were not as wise. Several deaths at the hands of the demons has resulted in them looking into other options. They thought a Slayer controlled by addiction to NZT would be the solution.”
“And I was the guinea pig.”
“Yes.”
“They didn’t account for the Slayer metabolism,” she told him. “For the most part, it’s three times that of a healthy human.”
“You also do not seem to be affected by the negative aftereffects.” His shrewd eyes studied her. “Some Slayers may be able to take the drug-”
“No.” She shook her head once. “We don’t need drugs to do our jobs. And I won’t expose my girls to that, Mr. Morra. Anyone stupid enough to come after a Slayer will be punished.”
“Like you did to those that took you?”
“Worse,” she promised.
He gave her a vague smile and a nod. “Very well, Miss Summers. If you ever change your mind, please feel free to contact me.”
Buffy tried not to shudder as she walked away. This was the last thing they needed. The New Council was already overwhelmed with threats from the Supernatural world, they were not currently equipped to wage a war against the humans they were supposed to protect.