Chapter 2: The Scooby Way
Disclaimer: BtVS characters belong to Joss Whedon / Mutant Enemy. Jack Ryan 'verse characters belong to Tom Clancy. I claim no rights to any copyrighted material. Please do not copy or take this story without my permission.
Timeline: post-series – AU in that the activation spell was only temporary, and the girls reverted back to Potentials a few days later. This is just after Faith's death a few years later; sometime after Executive Orders for Jack Ryan 'verse.
A/N: This is in response to Challenge 4415: Sally Ryan, First Daughter, Slayer by djhardim.
A/N2: The name of the Council is my favorite new title for them. It comes from the Sumerian for 'hero'.
Looking at her red-headed, wiccan friend, Buffy gasped out incredulously, "Please tell me you're kidding! The newbie Slayer in the DC area is who?"
Willow looked just as upset by the news. Why couldn't it have been one of the girls here? "You heard me right. The President's oldest daughter, Sally, is the Slayer."
Buffy threw her hands up in the air in frustration. "Great! And just who gets the privilege of telling the most powerful man in the world that his daughter's lifespan just got shortened drastically?"
Clearing his throat, Xander offered meekly, "Well, you and Giles are the Heads of the Council now. It only makes sense that you two go. Maybe it will help when he sees the Oldest Living Slayer with her Watcher."
"And when he asks how many times I've died already?" she asked bitterly.
"Maybe he won't," Willow said hopefully.
Resigning herself, Buffy got an evil gleam in her eye when she told her oldest friends, "Sheesh, yeah right. Fine, but you two have to tell Giles."
A few minutes later, the entire building heard the head Watcher bellow, "Bloody hell!"
The White House
"Are you sure we have to do this?" Buffy asked as they sat outside the Oval Office, waiting to see the President.
Giles tried to calm her down, even thought his own nerves were about shot as well. "Chin up, dear girl. We have the Royal Family's assurances that he will listen to us without prejudice."
"And I'm taking that means something good?" she teased him for his long-winded answer.
Satisfied by her change in attitude, Giles pretended to growl, "You. Just for that, I think I'll let you do all the talking," he shot back.
Instantly, Buffy was contrite. "I'm sorry, Giles. Please! You're so much better at the speech than me. I'm the 'twisting a fireplace poker into pretzel' girl."
Before he could say anything else, the secretary called out to them. "The President will see you now."
Once they were seated, Jack Ryan began warily, "So His Highness said that you have some news that will change my family's lives forever, but that I should hear you out and not blame you personally. I must say, it isn't the most reassuring of introductions."
Giles cleared his throat softly before starting, "I understand your concern, Mr. President. Believe me, I despise that I have to tell anyone what I'm about to tell you."
Rolling her eyes, Buffy snorted, "Oh, good work in easing his worries there, Giles. You're making me nervous and I already know what's going on."
"Maybe you'd like to tell him then," Giles bit out testily.
"Geez, okay, I'll start it and then you can fill in the background stuff," she offered as a compromised.
Giles nodded, "Sounds good to me."
Watching the two with growing unease, Ryan decided to add his opinion, "Sounds good to me, too, if that means someone will start explaining what's going on here."
Looking chagrinned, Buffy apologized, "Sorry, Sir. Alright, here goes…about ten years ago, just after I turned 15, a man came up to me and told me that I had a special destiny. Then later, he threw a knife at my head to prove it. When I caught it, he told me that I was the latest in a long line of mystical warriors that fought the stuff of nightmares. I was the Slayer."
Something sparked Ryan's memory about that name. "Wait a second. That sounds familiar somehow. I seem to recall my Vice President and best friend mentioning a blown operation some years ago and how they were saved from complete losses by a person named the Slayer."
"Well, if you're talking about Sunnydale and the Initiative, then you're talking to her. And I did it with my friends' help," Buffy admitted, annoyed at the memory.
Ryan nodded thoughtfully. "I thought the name was some sort of call sign or something."
She shrugged, "Eh, some people and demons call me that instead of my name. It has a certain amount of prestige in the underworld."
"Okay, I'm still not seeing how this has anything to do with me. Unless you're here for some kind of compensation for your assistance in that operation," he added belatedly. As far as he could remember, she wasn't paid for her work, or even thanked for that matter. It was one of Jackson's biggest pet peeves about the situation.
Buffy waved him off at first, "Nah. Wait, I could get compensated?"
Nudging his Slayer, Giles rebuked her, "Buffy, please…concentrate on the matter at hand."
"Sorry, Watcher-mine. Right, what this has to do with you. Umm, do you have anything strong to drink around here? Not for me, but you may want something for this part," she strongly suggested.
"I think I'll wait for now. Something tells me I need a clear head for this," he answered guardedly.
"Yeah." She took a deep breath and let it out slowly. "So the story goes: there's only supposed to be one Slayer at a time. When one dies, the next one is Called. 'Cept, when I was 16, I died for a few minutes, and a friend brought me back with CPR. But it was long enough for the next Slayer to be Called. A year later, she died, and the next one was Called. Now, a few days ago, that one died, and a new one has been Called. See, we have a mystical locater beacon that shows us where she is, but she isn't from the group of girls that we've been training the past few years."
Ryan couldn't stop himself from interrupting, "You're training girls to be Slayers?"
"We're training them in case they're Called. And only if their families agree to it. That's the difference between us and the old Council," she finished, slightly under her breath.
But not quietly enough for Ryan not to hear. "What would the old Council do?" he asked.
Biting her lip to keep her anger in check, Buffy replied coldly, "If they knew about the girl, they would take her – either with or without her family's consent."
Ryan was outraged and let it show. "That's kidnapping!" he yelled.
Buffy just nodded her agreement, knowing that it wasn't her he was mad at…yet. "Which is why we don't do it. If we find a Potential and the family doesn't want her to train with us, we just leave our card in case they change their minds. Or, in case she becomes the next Slayer. That part we don't have any control over. It's picked by a Higher Power or something."
Suddenly all the pieces fell into place and Ryan sat back in his chair, a defeated expression on his face. "I don't want to know the name of the latest Slayer, do I?"
With a sincere look of sympathy, Buffy answered softly, "Probably not. It's your daughter, Sally."
Ryan sat there stunned for a few minutes. "I think I'll take that drink now," he said quietly.
A/N: And that's part two and the end.