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Summary: Chris Larabee is a man still hurting from the brutal murders of his wife and son. Buffy Summers is in desperate need of a vacation. Mix to the two together and what do you angry sister Slayer. Buffy/M7ATF X-Over.

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Television > Magnificent Seven, TheheartsarewildFR1845,4752447,10813 Oct 0629 Oct 06No


Disclaimer: I don't own "Buffy" or "Magnificent Seven".


Chris sighed as he walked into the office the next morning. He looked over his team as they did their work in the bullpen…work that he had hoped they had finished while he was in Vegas…paperwork. He sighed.

“It seems our esteemed leader has returned,” he heard Ezra Standish say. He glowered at them.

“Oops,” the youngest team member, JD Dunne, said when he saw the look.

“I had been hoping you all would get this paperwork done before I returned,” Chris said. He saw his sharpshooter, Vin Tanner, shrug and.

“Well…uh…” he stammered. Chris turned his glare to his second in command, Buck Wilmington.

“Buck…” Chris said warningly.

“Well, we misread the dates ‘n…” Buck began. He spun to pin his glare and the remaining two members of his team, Josiah Sanchez, his profiler, and Nathan Jackson, his EMT.

“They put it off. Our reports are in your inbox, and I think Ezra is just finishing his up, now,” Josiah said. Ezra looked up from his computer.

“That is my affair only, Mr. Sanchez,” Ezra chastised as Buck leaned back in his chair.

“Did ya get any girls’ numbers?” Buck called out. Chris sighed and looked at his long time friend. Buck never changed. He always had been and always would be a ladies man.

“No, I did not,” Chris said. There was a pause, then, “She got mine.” Chris said before heading toward his office. The other members of ATF’s Team 7 bombarded him with questions. He spun and glared at them. “I’m not telling you any more until those reports are on my desk.”


“Who was she?”

“What was she like?”

“Mus’ ‘ve been a real looker.”

“Perhaps we could endeavor to let Mr. Larabee tell the tale in his own time.”


“Means we could let our Brother tell us without asking a million questions.”

“Oh. I knew that.”

“Well?” Buck pestered. Chris chuckled before looking around at the group he led. This was his family, he knew. The family that stood by him through thick and thin.

“What’s her name?” JD asked. Chris grinned.

“If you’ll give me a minute, I’ll tell you,” Chris said. His teammates were eagerly listening. “Her name is Buffy, and no I don’t know her last name or her number, Buck. Even if I did, I wouldn’t give it to you,” Chris said.

“Rats,” Buck said with a snap of his fingers.

“What does she look like?” Tanner asked in his Texas drawl.

“Short, about 5’1”, maybe 5’2”. Blond hair, hazel eyes, so yes, I guess you could say she was a looker,” Chris said.

“Did you…?” Buck asked as the others absorbed his words.

“Buck, unlike you, I don’t kiss and tell,” Chris said.


One month later

Willow winced as a cacophony of noise met her ears as she was let into the Cleveland Slayer House. No wonder Buffy was feeling poorly, if this is what she had to deal with every day. The stress alone must have been wearing her down.

“Miss Rosenburg. I’m so glad you could come. Miss Summers has been feeling so poorly,” the elderly housekeeper said. Willow sighed. Ms. James could be so formal at times.

“I’m sure she’s fine, but I’ll take a look and see if there are any magical maladies on her,” Willow said. The housekeeper nodded before going to do whatever she had been doing before Willow had arrived. Willow walked up to where she knew Buffy’s room would be. Finding the door open, she walked unhurriedly inside to hear the sound of retching. Willow winced. That couldn’t be fun.

“Wills, is that you I hear clomping about in my room?” Buffy said from the bathroom.

“Yeah, it’s me. How you feeling?” Willow asked.

“How do you think I feel?” Buffy growled. Willow shook her head.

“Well, when you’re done in there, come out here so I can check you for magical maladies,” Willow called.

“I gotta test I gotta watch,” Buffy cried out. Willow raised her head from her bag of herbs.

“Test? Pregnancy test?” Willow asked, surprised.

“Yes, what other kind of test would I be taking in the bathroom? I can’t remember if I’m supposed to wait for two minutes, five minutes, ten minutes, or longer,” Buffy complained. Willow shook her head.

“Well, it won’t get done any faster if you watch it. Come out here and let me check you out for those magic sicknesses, and then we can check it,” Willow said.


“Clean?” Buffy asked as Willow scowled at the latest magical test she had run.

“Completely. So it’s definitely not a magical sickness,” Willow said. Buffy sighed and ran a hand over her face.

“Okay. Why don’t we go check on that test, huh?” Willow said, walking toward the bathroom. Buffy was up and behind her friend in a flash.

“What if it’s positive?” Buffy fretted.

“Then it’s positive. We’ll worry about that when the time…oh my,” Willow said, looking at the test. Buffy bounced nervously behind her.

“What? What?” Buffy asked anxiously. Willow sighed. Looking at the test in front of her, Willow attributed Buffy’s sudden behavior change to uncharacteristically nervousness to hormones.

“It’s positive. I gotta ask…do you know who the father is?” Willow asked. Buffy opened her mouth to say no, but then remembered that one night in Vegas. Cute, drunk, blond with blue eyes. Hell, cute was an understatement. He was downright handsome, definitely easy on the eyes.

“Yeah. I know,” Buffy said.

“Well, you’d better call him and let him know,” Willow said. “Or did he not bother to give you a number?”

“Oh, I got a number…but he’s in Denver. I have to go there in two weeks anyway, so I might as well tell him face to face,” Buffy said. Willow scowled, then nodded. It did make sense.


Two weeks later

Chris sighed and rubbed his hands over his face. A month of hard work had finally paid off in a big bust the week before, but it had also earned him a bullet in his leg and Ezra a concussion. He was sore, but since they weren’t on any big cases, he had come into the office anyway, despite Nathan’s protests. He sighed and looked at the computer again. Sometimes he really hated computers. They were supposed to speed things up, but it just felt like things took even longer. Like now. His computer had frozen in the middle of him typing his report. He groaned as his phone rang. If this was another prank call from one of the other members of the seven, he was going to…

“Larabee,” he growled, frightening the person on the other end.

“Agent Larabee, sir, there’s a woman here to see you…a Miss Buffy…” the person on the other end didn’t even get to finish before Chris sat up straighter. He only knew one Buffy that would want to see him…the one he’d met in Vegas. She was the only Buffy he knew at all, in fact.

“Send her in, now,” Chris snapped. He must have been louder than he had intended, because the other members of Team 7 stared at him. He smiled as he saw petite blond round the corner, and she picked up her pace when she saw him. By the time she reached the bullpen and he came out of his office, she was very close to running. He caught her, half-surprised, when she threw herself at him. Her laughter was just as he had remembered, clear and beautiful. He could see Buck’s jaw drop, and the others stares. He put Buffy down and found himself starting to blush. There went his reputation as a hard-case.

“She’s just a kid!” Chris heard Buck yell. Buffy gave Buck a glare worthy of him.

“I am not a kid. As I told Chris, I’m 26,” Buffy growled. Chris heard Vin’s and JD’s muffled chuckles.

“Chris, you been robbing the cradle, Stud?” Buck asked. Chris groaned. Buck was never going let go of this. Buffy leaned into him.

“More like I raided the old folks home,” Buffy teased. Vin snorted, spraying his coffee across his desk as he burst out laughing. Chris glared at her. Buffy looked up at him.

“What did I tell you about that? That doesn’t work on me. I’ve got my own version, bud,” Buffy said, poking him in the chest. Chris grunted. She was stronger than she looked. Chris noted the open gaping, and knew they were wondering how she could be immune to his glare, even if she did “have her own version.”

“What are you doing here?” Chris finally asked before Buck made another comment about her age.

“I was in town on business and I thought maybe we could have lunch together,” Buffy said. There were catcalls from Buck and JD, and Chris groaned. Nathan was grinning, and Josiah had a small smile on his face. Vin leaned back in his chair and took a good look at her, and Ezra was watching thoughtfully. Buffy was scowling.

“Jeeze, they’re worse than a bunch of teenagers,” she commented thoughtfully. Ezra’s jaw dropped open as he sputtered with indignation. That got Vin laughing as Nathan and Josiah gave her “Who me?” looks.

“I do believe I’ve been insulted. I would appreciate it greatly if you wouldn’t lump me with those…cretins,” Ezra said indignantly, glaring at Buck and JD. Chris glared at his team.

“I’m going out for lunch. I want those reports on my desk by the time I’m back. You’ve had a week to do them since the bust, stop putting them off,” Chris growled. Buffy almost laughed, then scowled when she noticed Chris was limping as he went to get his duster.

“What happened? Why are you limping?” Buffy demanded. Vin found the analogy “Mother Hen” oddly appropriate.

“Wha…It’s nothing. Just a graze,” Chris said. There were muffled chuckles from the others members of the team, who were often on the other end of Chris’ mother henning.

“Graze…you were shot! Tell me you weren’t shot!” Buffy was scolding as they moved down the hall. Vin grinned. Seemed that Chris was going to learn what it was like, being fussed over.

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