Buffy Summers and Benson Dubois
“Now let me get this straight. You’re telling me that Gretchen Krauss is not a human being. She’s actually a demon from another dimension that was in turn sent back in time to make sure that a currently very young Katherine Gatling-Saros does not live long enough to discover the location of Jason’s Golden Fleece on an archaeological expedition to a small Greek island in the year 2009? And that you’re a time traveler as well sent back to keep that from happening?”
“That would be the Cliff Notes version of it, complete with shiny yellow cover,” Buffy said as she eyed the neatly-dressed black man in the sun room of the gubernatorial mansion.
“That makes perfect sense,” he said in an even enough voice to make her a little nervous.
“You’re taking it all too calmly. Which usually means that it’s a case of appeasing someone who you think is a crazy lady until the people with white coats show up with a straight jacket.”
“I prefer to think of it as maintaining a professional demeanor. And while you still might be nuts, that doesn’t mean that Krauss isn’t a demon intent on doing harm to Katie. It wouldn’t be any stranger than some of the things I saw when I was working for the Tates. And I’ve always known that Krauss’ heart was a tiny black thing, and have been waiting for the chance to prove it. Is there anything I can do to help? If it’s one of those cases where silver kills them, there’s a ceremonial antique tea set in one of the back pantries that comes with one sharp cake knife.”
“One, she’s not a werewolf, so the silver thing doesn’t apply. And two, apparently it’s a bad idea to kill someone or something while it’s outside of its proper time period. Unintentional time ripples, becoming your own grandfather’s worst poker buddy, and a whole bunch of other stuff I can’t explain very well. Temporal physics girl, I am not.”
“So how do we stop Krauss from doing harm to Katie?”
“The idea is to knock her unconscious, and then I drag her back through the portal to her correct dimension and time period. After that, figure out if she’d got any accomplices and deal with them too.”
“It would be nice to have that hag out of my life and out of this house,” Benson said just as he heard the faint noises he associated with Krauss arriving in the kitchen for the morning.
“I HEAR YOU,” came a new voice from the kitchen.
“That’s her,” Benson said.
“Let’s get to work then. Strike to the side of the face at her cheekbones is the best way to knock her species out, ” Buffy said as she passed the coat rack to Benson so he would have something to use as a weapon.