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Summary: Sun is invited to a convention after her escape from the Island. Guess who's her bodyguard

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Television > LostCountessMaryFR1519820290622 Dec 0622 Dec 06Yes
Disclaimer: I don't own BtVS or LOST. I'd be rich and I'm not

Sun looked around the front lobby with wide eyes. She'd been asked to speak at this convention and she'd agreed, but now she was having second thoughts. Standing in front of her was a bright blue furry person. It didn't look like a costume and, after all she'd been through on the island, she was willing to believe it wasn't.

She looked up and saw a sign for registration. She ducked around the con-goers and made her way to the table. There was a small woman with fiery red hair who looked normal enough. Sun looked down at her name tag and read "Willow R."

"Willow?" Sun asked as she set down her bags and held out her hand. "Willow Rosenburg?"

Willow nodded her head before extended her own hand and shaking Sun's. "Sun Kwon? The woman from the island right?" she said, smiling.

"Yes," Sun answered, happy to finally know she was in the right place.

"Great!" Willow said excitedly, picking up a folder with Sun's name and schedule printed on the front. "You're not scheduled to speak until tomorrow morning," she said, glancing at the schedule before handing it to Sun. "I'll have one of our guys show you where your room is and then take you on a tour so you won't end up walking in on something you'd rather not see."

"Thanks," she said, confused again.

"Spike!" Willow called to a bleached blond man several tables over. He put up his first finger to tell her he'd be there in a minute. "Well, he'll be over in a second to take you to your room. Thank you so much for agreeing to speak at the con, I know it must be strange for you."

"You're welcome," Sun said, slightly embarrassed by this young woman's excitement. "Most people don't believe me when I talk about the island. It will be nice to be with people who do."

"You'll have no non-believers here," Willow assured her. "Everyone's been through something like you, just different situations. If you get some time, I highly recommend looking at the booklet in there. Some of the talks people are giving should be pretty educational."

"Educational? Here?" Spike joked.

"Ha. Ha," Willow said as she handed Sun's packet to him. "Take this lady up to her room and be nice, Mister."

"Promise," he said with a wink.

"Now why don't I believe him?" Willow said after they walked away.

"Did she call you Spike?" Sun asked as he had no name tag.

"That she did, love," he answered as he took the bags out of her hand and lead the way. They walked through several large groups of very odd looking people before making it to a quiet set of elevators. "And you're Sun?" he finally asked once they could be heard again.

"Yes, Sun Kwon," she answered and offered her hand.

"A little full right now," he said indicating the bags in each hand, "though it's nice to finally meet you."

"Finally?" she asked.

"Willow and her little troupe have been talking about you islanders for quite some time. You've no idea how excited she was when you said yes," he informed her as they stepped onto the elevator. "Fifteen, please."

"Certainly," Sun said as she pushed the appropriate button and waited for the elevator to begin moving. "Well, Ms. Rosenburg made it sound so interesting. I could hardly say no."

"You'd be surprised how few people would actually be interested in speaking at a convention that draws this kind of crowd," Spike held.

"Why's that?" she asked.

"Most people have problems with the supernatural, believing it and all that," he supposed. "There's also the fear of evil people doing evil things and such."

"Evil things?" Sun asked as the doors opened onto her floor.

"When you come to a convention for supernatural phenomena, you're going to have a few baddies every now and again. It comes with the territory," Spike said, and walked down the hall toward her room. "This is you."

"Great," she said, opening the door. "What have I gotten myself into?"

"It's not all bad, love. I just wanted to warn you."

"Thanks for the warning. Will you be here all weekend?" she asked, feeling safe with him.

"Absolutely," he answered, setting her bags on the floor. "I'm your PA for the weekend, so I'll be showing you around and making sure you get to places safely."

He saw her visibly relax after he finished and it was all he could do not to laugh at her. The newly formed Watcher's Council thought this convention, a meeting of minds so to speak, would be a great idea, but it was wildly spinning out of control. Willow had wisely insisted the Slayers and Scoobies be responsible for guarding their guests for the weekend. For each person they'd invited, someone would be there to get them from point A to point B in as much safety as could be promised in this kind of carnival.

"This cell phone is yours for the weekend, just press 2 and send and you'll get mine," he said holding up a matching phone. "I'm also in the room next to yours, so don't be afraid to just bang on the walls if you need something."

He held his laughter again as he saw her eyes widen at their proximity. Being a vampire had its uses, and right now he could smell her attraction, even though a blind man could have seen it coming. "Well, I'll leave you to get your bearings and freshen up. Call me when you're ready," he said, closing the door behind him.

"Ready to do what?" Sun said with a laugh to herself. She could have sworn she heard him chuckle in the hallway, but there was no way he could have heard her. This convention was going to be interesting.

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