(BtVS/F.E.A.R.) F.E.A.R. Itself
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Notes: A little ficlet that crawled into my brain based on the video
game F.E.A.R. First Encounter Assault Recon.
The blonde man walked into the bar with a confident stride. He strode straight to a table in the corner, ignoring the look he received from the other patrons. He sat down without waiting for permission from the dark haired man half slumped on the table resting his head on his forearms.
“What do you want Riley?” the man asked as he raised his head and sat up, the movement allowing the other man to see the eye patch covering his left eye.
“You can be a difficult man to track down, you know that Xander?” Riley sidestepped the question. “You have any idea how much of Africa I’ve been across tracking you?”
“How inconvenient. I weep for you.”
“How’s Council life treating you, Xan?”
“Oh, you know. Find a few Slayers, kill a few demons, fun’s had by all.”
Riley shook his head. “I’m serious Xander. You look like shit.”
“I feel the love. You come all this way to insult me?”
“I came all this way to offer you a job.”
Xander blinked at the man for several seconds before responding slowly, “Riley, I have a job.”
“Really?” Riley grinned. “How’re you liking it.”
Xander’s back straightened and his face went blank. “I do worthwhile work.”
“Never said you didn’t, but do you like it?” Riley didn’t give him a chance to say anything before he went on. “There’s a virtual army of Slayers now; we need people to keep the Maggie Walsh’s of the world in line.”
“What?” Xander asked confused.
“After the Initiative the government stayed in the demon fighting game, only without the questionable methods and staffed with people who actually had a clue. You already know my wife and I used to be a part of it.” Xander nodded. “Well sometimes demons aren’t the only thing that needs fighting.”
Riley paused to make sure he had Xander’s full attention. “Awhile back the government created a special task force called ‘First Encounter Assault Recon’. The unit defends against threats of a paranormal and supernatural nature.”
“Like, what I do, say, now.”
“Not exactly,” Riley told him. “While we do go after the occasional demon, like I said, there’s another group dedicated to that now. We’ll help out when someone comes across demons more organised and, shall we say, currently armed than what is normally encountered, but that’s not are primary mandate.”
“So what is?” Xander asked, a note of interest in his voice.
“Paranormal mostly. Psychics making with the death and mayhem for one. The idiots with science projects gone wrong for another. You’d be surprised how many are out there and how often things do go wrong. Then again, maybe you
Xander sighed and took a swig from his warm beer. “What does any of this have to do with me?”
“I would have thought it was obvious,” Riley said. “I’m recruiting.”
For a moment Xander just stared. Then he let out a full-bellied laugh. Long and loud.
“I’m serious Xan.”
“I know,” Xander said between bouts of laughter. “That’s why it’s so funny.”
“After reading your file my superiors approved recruiting you in record time.”
Finally Xander calmed down and waved to his patch. “They want an invalid?”
“Xander,” Riley began slowly. “You lived your entire life on a Hellmouth, survived seven years of actively fighting demons with no training to speak of, and are making quite the interesting reputation for yourself across Africa. You are many things, but not an invalid. Our combat trainer can’t wait to get his hands on you.”
Xander looked down and was quiet for several long minutes. When he finally looked up he grabbed his glass and downed the rest of his beer. He set the empty glass back down, looked Riley in the eyes and grinned. “Where do I sign up?”
Riley grinned back. “Welcome to F.E.A.R. Xander.”