Author: Jedi Buttercup
Rating: T
Category: B:tVS/DOOM
Summary: Buffy goes along for the ride to Olduvai Station. 400 words.
Disclaimer: The words are mine; the worlds are not. I claim nothing but the plot.
Spoilers: B:tVS way post-"Chosen"; DOOM (2005)
Notes: Movieverse. For TtH100 prompt #62, Game, and twistedshorts challenge #39, Green.
"RRTS Special Ops Clearance Verified," the heavy gun announced as the big man plucked it from its resting place. "Handle ID, Sarge."
In the forty years since Buffy had first discovered her own immortality-- a strange side-effect of Willow's resurrection spell, combined with the mystical forces unleashed in the battle against the First-- she hadn't changed her opinion on guns one bit. When the slime really hit the fan, the stupid things were never useful. Still, it was a basic requirement of her current job, and she wasn't ready to thumb her nose at her temporary boss just yet. She reached for her own weapon, then smirked at its announcement.
"RRTS Special Ops Clearance Verified," the computerized voice called out. "Handle ID, Slayer."
On the other side of the transport, the youngest member of the team scowled at her. "How come she gets to be 'Slayer', and I get to be 'The Kid'? She's as new to the unit as I am!"
Buffy raised an eyebrow at the green recruit, then exchanged smirks with the Sarge and settled back to wait out the ride. She knew what she looked like; blonde, tiny, ninety pounds soaking wet. But her body language spoke predator in a way the kid's never would.
Of course, that might have something to do with the 24th chromosome the Watchers had recently discovered attached to Slayer DNA, a magically activated mutation that mysteriously matched recent discoveries at the Olduvai archaeological dig. No-one was quite sure yet what it meant; the Council sure wasn't sharing with UAC personnel, and their informant inside UAC, an unactivated Potential named Dr. Samantha Grimm, didn't have access to either the Council's most up-to-date data nor the uppermost levels of research at the facility.
Whatever was going on up there, recent Slayer dreams had suggested it was going to be bad-- and so, the Watchers had constructed her an alternate ID and inserted her into the most likely reaction force. Her assignment, above all other orders, was to rescue the doctor and recover the research; to that, she had personally added the safekeeping of Sam's brother John.
She'd spent the better part of the last thirty years guarding the children and grandchildren of other Scoobies, and she wasn't about to fall down on the job now. Xander would have been proud of Sam and Reaper; she only wished he'd lived to meet them.
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