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Summary: An unexpected reunion between the Scoobies and the Fang gang reveals something wrong with Xander.

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Chapter 17

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An Unnatural Scent - Chapter 17

Willow stared at her screen. She was a little rusty at hacking since she had been focusing a lot more on magic than computers. She had found references to an Area 52 but nothing solid on it yet. Area 51 also had very good defenses; she had had to put more effort in making sure no one knew someone was trying to hack in than actually trying to hack in. She moved her head one way then the other, her neck popping as she moved for the first time in a while.

Next to her desk she saw Kennedy sleeping on the sofa. Willow smiled softly drinking in the sight of her girlfriend. She'd never thought she'd feel this way again after losing Tara. Seeing Oz again had also given all sorts of closure that she didn't even know she was missing. She knew that both Kennedy and Oz had been jealous of the science connection she had been developing with Erin. Brilliant was the only thing she could think when Erin explained something to her. There was a reason Erin was one of the top scientists in genetics, Willow was learning so much from her.

"How goes the research?" Dawn asked from the doorway.

"Some of the best firewalls I've ever encountered. I'm betting they were developed by Dr. Carter. She's incredible with computers," Willow shifted around, turning to face Dawn. "Shouldn't you be going to bed soon?"

Dawn's eyes widened, "Willow, it's 12 noon, not 12 midnight."

Willow shot to her feet as she looked around her, taking in the empty bowl on the table beside Kennedy, the cold soggy bowl of cereal next to that, Kennedy couldn't cook. ##!

" Buffy has already gone in to the highly classified military base, Willow!" Dawn all but shouted. Willow was supposed to call them if something came up in her research, the lack of a call implied that she'd given them the green light. They'd never do that again.

"It's ok Dawn," Willow said without her normal confidence. "I haven't found anything bad. I haven't been able to get into their systems but I have looked at the records of the people they're supposed to be meeting. They have a lot of blacked out pages but they've both, mostly General O'Neil, have gotten into trouble for disobeying orders, things I think we would have done ourselves."

Although not fully comforted Dawn was willing to accept what Willow had found out with a little relief.

Willow turned off her computer, there was no point in doing more research right now anyway. If things weren't on the up and up she'd teleport in and save them, with a legion of slayers in tow. How much was a legion anyway? Willow thought funny when deprived of sleep. Willow jumped slightly as Kennedy wrapped an arm around her from behind. Dawn's cry had woken her up instantly.

"How about your research?" Kennedy asked her voice almost husky from sleep.

Dawn smiled as she held up the papers in her arms that Willow hadn't even noticed, once again jealous about slayers being able to manage with less than 4 hours of sleep. "I've found a lot of interest from several governments in ancient Egypt, with some interest later in some other ancient cultures. They'd shown interest for years, but it started to spike with the hiring of one Dr. Daniel Jackson, archeologist and linguist, by the United States to work with the same program as one Dr. Samantha Carter and General O'Neil. Giles remembers hearing about a Dr. Jackson who got laughed out of an archeologist conference for his theory that the pyramids were a lot older than current belief. Considering what we know now I'm willing to bet he was right. I don't know about you guys but I now want to see these Egyptian artifacts we have that they want."

Willow smiled proudly at Dawn. "I've already ordered them sent here. The Devon Coven placed some protective spells on them to ensure they'd be sent safely."

"You mailed them?" asked Kennedy surprised.

"It's not good to rely on magic, besides we're talking about giving them to government, we really should prove that they got here legally you know how governments are with paperwork."

Dawn nodded, "Let's try to avoid telling people in the government about magic as much as possible."

"Well when do these artifacts arrive?" Kennedy was also curious.


There were smiles exchanged as Willow eagerly reached for Dawn's research. Kennedy carefully stole them before Willow could take them. After laying them down on the coffee table, where Dawn removed the remains of Kennedy's attempt to make breakfast for two, she picked up Willow and carried her to the pre-warmed couch. Once she'd taken a nap and eaten the three of them could check out all the print outs. Each of them carefully avoiding thinking about what might be happening with their absent friends and family.

End - Chapter 17

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Second chapter written this week! My muse really does love bugging me at work. (Someone expressed concerned about me writing during my lunch break. Don't worry, I won't get in trouble for it. My lunch hour is unpaid so I'm using my own time to do this.) I was actually planning to write this in chapter 18 but some reviewers (Inoeth specifically) were wanting to know about Willow so I wrote this first. Perhaps chaoslady is right about me just now getting into the main thrust of the story. I thought I was approaching the end, not the middle of this story, but I realize now I was wrong.
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