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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, TheheartsarewildFR1845,4752447,10613 Oct 0629 Oct 06No

Scoobies in Colorado

AN: This chapter is fairly short, and will probably undergo revision in the future.

Disclaimer: I don't own "Magnificent Seven" or "Buffy". Thanks to Mog for creating the ATF universe.


Pain…agonizing pain...

Motion…threatening blackness…

Cold…so cold…


Chris awoke with a jerk as Nathan once again examined his tender jaw…and he was none too gentle about it.

“All right. I get the point. I was an idiot. I’ll call her as soon as I find out what her number is,” he growled as Nathan probed a particularly tender spot on his jaw. Nathan grumbled something under his breath about some men too scared to take responsibility and left. Chris sighed and turned his head to find Vin glaring at him.

“You really have some gall, don’ ‘cha,” Vin growled. Chris winced. He knew Vin would be taking this hard. Vin had never known his own father, and his mother had died at a young age and had rough life from then on. It was no wonder he would be reacting like he was.

“Vin, I’m going to talk to her and apologize as soon as I can,” Chris said. Vin continued to glare before sighing.

“I know. I just can’t believe you went and did that to begin with,” Vin said before getting up and walking out as JD came in.

“I got that information you wanted on Faith Lehane. I think you got lucky. She’s an ex-con with a murder rap,” JD said. He was more confused than anything else, wondering why Chris had panicked to begin with. He knew Ezra was just as confused. The only ones who didn’t seem confused or angry were Buck and Josiah.

“Then…why the hell is she out on the streets?” Chris asked. JD shrugged.

“Apparently she was pardoned because she was a minor at the time of her trial and she wasn’t given legal representation…doesn’t say why, just that it happened. Turned herself in, too. Escaped twice. Once during the black-out in LA, she turned herself back in after that. Second time just before Sunnydale sank into that sinkhole. She was granted her pardon shortly after that,” JD said. Chris sighed. This just kept getting better and better. He’d been assaulted by an ex-con. His team was mad at him. He had obviously hurt Buffy, from what that Faith woman had said. And had she been making eyes at Buck? He couldn’t be sure. He’d been kind of out of it after she punched him.

“Wonderful. I don’t think this could get any worse,” Chris grumbled. His doorbell rang, and he groaned. Looked like it just did. He started to get up to see who was there when he saw…

“What in tarnation happened to you?!”


“Spike in?” Xander asked Willow as they pulled away from the airport. She nodded.

“Went in last night…and would you believe that I just got called in to consult with the ATF on the same case? Apparently, AD Travis wants to send in an undercover operative, too,” Willow said as her cellphone vibrated in her pocket. She pulled it out and sighed. Always something.

“I can believe it. I just hope their operative doesn’t get bit. Should we clue them in?” Xander asked. Willow shook her head.

“Probably not. They’d think we were nuts…crap! Why me. Why does this always happen to me?” Willow said heatedly. She’d been in a foul mood ever since she and Kennedy had broken up.

“What?” Xander asked as he pulled onto the interstate.

“Devon coven just got word of a low-level Seer out here…level 10, probably level 11. He just showed up on their radar. How does this happen? I thought we had gotten the spell refined to the point that that wouldn’t happen,” Willow grouched.

“Maybe he hasn’t had an episode until now…what?” Xander said when Willow glared at him.

“You know Seers hate it when you call their visions an ‘episode’. You make it sound like a disease,” Willow grouched. He smiled as they drove in silence for awhile.

“They didn’t even give me a concrete area, just that the Seer is in Colorado,” Willow grumbled.


“Ow, ow, ow!” Ezra complained as Nathan examined his hand, which he had injured when he had punched the wall. Travis had come over to explain their new assignment, only to find Chris on the couch with a blackening jaw. When JD had told the story of what had happened, including the background information they had learned, Ezra had lost control of his temper and had punched the wall. Unfortunately, it was the one lined in brick. Judge Travis had taken to lecturing Chris about taking responsibility even through fear, and Chris was biting his lip to keep from saying something he’d regret. He was saved from a longer lecture by the ringing of Travis’ cell-phone. The older man frowned as he listened, then handed it to Chris.

“The consultants on this case won’t be able to make it here tonight. Their car broke down. They want to set up a meeting at the house the organization just purchased,” Travis said. Chris sighed and took it.

“…So how about dinner tomorrow?” he heard a woman asked. Chris blinked.

“Huh?” he said. There was a startled squeal.

“You’re not Judge Travis. Who is this? Who are you?” the woman demanded.

“Chris Larabee, Team Leader of Team 7, who you’ll be consulting with,” Chris said. There was a silence for several minutes.

“Okay. We can’t meet you tonight like we planned because our junker of a rental broke down and Xander doesn’t know anything about cars. How about your team and our people get together tomorrow at the our new building for dinner. Gives us more time to talk about the case,” the woman said, her suddenly crisp tones saying that she wasn’t exactly pleased to hear who it was. Chris thought for a minute before tossing the idea out to his team.

“Sounds fine to me.”

“A wonderful idea.”

“Sure love to meet the little lady.”

“Buck, you love t’ meet any lady, but I’m for it.”

“Just as long as none of us gets food poisoning, I’m in.”

“Always did love free food.”

“JD, stop thinking with your stomach,” Chris reprimanded the young agent gently. He turned back to the cell. “Sure. What time and what place?” Chris asked.

“Seven o’clock, 1325 Appletree Lane in Denver,” the woman said. “Don’t worry if you’re a few minutes late...we’re still setting things up over here and I’m babbling again so I better go and help Xander,” the woman said rapidly before hanging up. Chris was staring at the phone in shock. Judge Travis chuckled.

“She does that sometimes. You’ll get used to it. Now I expect you lot to behave. These people are too good at what they do for us to lose them because you bozos pulled some prank. Understand?”


“He’s coming here?” Buffy squeaked nervously. Willow sighed and rubbed the bridge of her nose. Definitely affected by hormones already, she decided. Xander growled.

“Is she afraid of him or…” Xander started. He was cut off by a pillow being thrown at him with full Slayer strength.

“I’m not afraid of him…I just have nothing to wear!” Buffy wailed. Willow nearly burst out laughing. Buffy could slay any demon without so much as batting an eyelash, but heaven help them all if she broke a nail or ruined her clothes in the process. And she loved to shop. She was true California Valley Girl when it came to shopping.

“We’ll just have to hit the malls tomorrow. Xander, could you make sure that the dinning room gets cleaned up?” Willow asked. Xander nodded.

“I’ll also do the shopping and the cooking. Thank heavens Andrew isn’t here. I’d hate to think what concoction he’d try to feed them,” Xander said with a relieved groan.


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