Buffy hung up the phone with a sign of frustration. Giles didn’t recognize the strange symbol on the demon’s forehead, but promised to call back as soon as he found something. Xander and Faith had returned empty handed and Willow’s preliminary computer search on the two strangers was a complete bust. Apparently their files were locked up tighter than Fort Knox and it will take the hacker a couple of days to break through the pentagon’s high security system. Buffy hated waiting. She was action girl after all. Most of her problems could be solved with a stake through the heart, with the exception of her love life and even then staking was optional.
Buffy had stupidly thought that activating all the slayers would make her life easier. She was not alone anymore. Instead of being the chosen one she was now one among many. It was no longer her singular duty to fight the overwhelming darkness. So her life should have gotten easier, right. Well the joke was on her. With the council out of commission the newly activated and confused slayers turned to her, the longest living slayer in history, for guidance. Suddenly Buffy was thrust into a position of authority that she had never wanted. She was so over her head that it wasn’t even funny.
If you needed a demon slain or an apocalypse averted she was the girl to call, however running an international super secret organization was not her forte. She couldn’t keep a secret even if her life depended on it. Seriously it took Willow and Xander all of two seconds to find out that she was a slayer. And if the government was stupid enough to start exterminating with demons again their paths were bound to cross. So how was she supposed to keep Uncle Sam from learning about the other slayers? It had only been a month since the battle with the First and most of the new slayers were either still recovering from the battle or too inexperience to deal with another threat right now. She may not have wanted the job but she wasn’t about to shirk her responsibilities. There were lives on the line and she was going to do everything in her power to protect them. But to do that she needed information and Buffy knew exactly where to get it. It was time for her to meet their guest.
Jack was fairly surprised by the group of kids that descended the stairs. This was supposed to be the hot shot team that single handedly shut down the Initiative that Agent Finn warned them about? For crying out loud none of them looked old enough to drink alcohol. And their leader, well Jack didn’t know what he had expected but he hadn’t expected for her to be so young and short. Sam wasn’t exactly tall, but compared to her little sister Carter was practically a giant. But Jack knew that looks could be deceiving and he had to admit the girl sure knew how to make an entrance.
Buffy placed the glass of water on the table leaving the butcher knife in her right hand.
Jack glanced suspiciously at the glass. “If you think we’re going to drink that you’re crazy.”
The blonde leveled her hazel eyes on the Colonel. “The water not for you, it’s for me,” said Buffy as she ran her free hand over her stylish clothes. “You have no idea how hard it is to get blood stains out of silk.”
“Is that a threat? Because if it is, well I have to admit it’s a pretty good one.”
“The way I see it you have two options. You can tell us what we want to know willing or unwilling, your choice,” said Buffy as she expertly twirled the knife in her hand.
“Um, can I go for option three, where you let us go and we won’t press charges for kidnapping?”
Buffy shook her head. “Not, until you tell us who you work for and why you’re here.”
Okay it was time for damage control. Telling them the truth was out the question and they probably wouldn’t believe him anyway. Jack’s best course of action was to lie until his face turned blue and hopefully they would buy the bullshit that was about to spill out of his mouth. “We’re just a couple of tourist on vacation looking for a good time.”
The man with the eye patch snorted in amusement. “Please like we’re going to fall for that.”
Jack winced. Even he wouldn’t believe that. But it was hard to come up with a plausible cover story when someone was waving a knife in your face.
“Look we’re not stupid. We know you work for the military and that he’s a demon.”
Jack looked at the blonde as if she was crazy. Demon? Well that was a first. Sure Teal’c wasn’t exactly human but calling him a demon was a bit of stretch. It wasn’t like he looked like an alien and except for the tattoo on his forehead the guy looked completely normal. “Whoa, whoa. Who said anything about demons? Murray here is completely human.”
“Yeah right, and the thing growing in ‘Murray’s’ stomach is just a really, really big tape worm.”
Jack frowned. How the hell did they know about junior? “Aren’t you a little too young to be so cynical.”
“Well aren’t you a little too old to be so stupid?” said the tall brunette with a slight Boston accent.
“Hey!” yelled Jack in outrage. There was no need to get personal.
The blonde midget, as Jack began to call Buffy in his head, lifted her hand in truce. “Alright, can we please just skip the messy torture bit and get to the part where you spill your guts?”
“See that's what wrong with kids today, always wanting something for nothing,” said Jack.
“Are you sure? Now this is not gonna be pretty. We're talking violence, strong language, R-rated kind of stuff.”
Jack crossed his arms over his chest and snapped his mouth shut.
“Okay if that’s the way you want it,” said Buffy as she took a menacing step forward.
Teal’c flinched as the young woman approached him. His symbiote’s reaction to this woman was even stronger than the first. It was disconcerting to feel so much fear from his usually dormant Goa'uld. If Teal’c didn’t know that his symbiote was too young to survive outside of its pouch he would of thought it would burst out of his stomach in an attempt to escape her presence.
The demon as a whole didn’t feel evil, which was kind of weird. Buffy could sense two separate entities, in which only one gave her a slight buzz indicating that he wasn’t quite human, while the other set off all kinds of warning bells in her internal demon-meter. He had not spoken a single word throughout the interrogation and she was beginning to seriously think that maybe he didn’t understand English at all. There was about a dozen different demon languages Buffy could try but the only one she was fluent in was Klingon after Andrew had forced them all to watch a twelve hour star trek marathon with him.
Jack narrowed his eyes suspiciously. Not many things could get a reaction from the big guy but something had definitely spooked him judging by the confused look on his friend’s face.
Buffy turned to the older man. At this distant she could make out the fine wrinkles that creased his forehead and the corner of his eyes. He had a rather hard face that spoke of a hard life. But the lines around the corner of his mouth showed a smile was just as easy to touch his lips as a frown. He was an older man still in his prime with only a slight bulge around the middle. Overall she would definitely call him good looking if not handsome if he ever chose to smile, but right now his jaw was clenched into an obstinate scowl. “They’re not going to talk,” sighed Buffy in resignation.
“What? Is that it? You didn’t even break the skin,” asked Kennedy incredibly.
Willow placed a calming hand on her girlfriend’s shoulder. “Kennedy, we don’t hurt humans.”
Well that's comforting thought Jack.
“Maybe you don’t, but I sure the hell can.”
Maybe he spoke a little too soon.
“Whoa girl, believe me you don’t want to go down that road,” said Faith knowingly.
“Faith’s right and besides we got other ways of making them talk. Willow, do your thing.”
Jack had no idea what Willow’s thing was but he was sure as hell didn’t want her to do it to him. As a rule he usually didn’t give in to threats, but they did came here for reason. “Wait, we know your sister,” said Jack resignedly.
Buffy stiffened. “What do you want with Dawn?” she demanded.
The Colonel was complete surprise by the sudden wave of hostility coming off the blonde. “Dawn? Who’s Dawn?” asked Jack in confusion.
“He doesn’t know B‘s sister. He’s talking out of his ass,” said Faith.
“O’Neill speaks the truth. We do know Samantha Carter,” said Teal’c in perfect English much to everyone’s surprise.
Buffy bit her lip and the once confident woman suddenly seemed much younger. “You know Sam?”
Xander raised his hand in confusion. “Wait I’m confuse. I thought we were talking about your sister, who is this Sam person?”
“I think Sam IS Buffy’s sister,” guessed Willow.
“Oh…,” muttered Xander in confusion than after a beat he screamed. “WHAT!
“Look it’s kinda of a long story way too long to get into right now,” if ever added Buffy silently, “but right now we got bigger fish to fry.”
Once she had temporally succeeded in deflecting her curious friends’ questions. Buffy turned her ire on the two prisoners. “I don’t know what your game is. But mentioning my old family was definitely not the way to go. Whatever ties I had with those people died a long time ago.”
Buffy cut him off. “I heard enough. Do it Willow.”
A young woman with long red hair approached them with her hands stretched out in front of her. Jack’s eyes grew wide as her hair and eyes began to darken with each step she took. Jack shook his head in disbelief. It must be a trick of the light.
“Sorry this may hurt a little. But don’t worry you won’t remember a thing.”
Jack barely knocked on the door before it flew open underneath his hand to reveal his very agitated second in command.
“Sir, Teal’c! Where have you been?” asked Carter as she literally pulled him into the hotel room.
“What are you talking about? We’re only been gone for a few minutes.”
Daniel shook his head. “Jack you’re been gone for hours. We were just about to call the General.”
Jack looked at Teal’c and the Jaffa just shook his head in bewilderment. “Damnit! Someone slipped us a micky.”