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“It is my pleasure to present to you to the senior slayer Ms. Buffy Summers, and her associates the watchers, Dr. Willow Rosenberg, senior scientist and strategic consultant, Mr. Xander Harris senior administrator in charge of infrastructure and training, and Dr. Dawn Summers, director of research, she’s an expert in foreign languages and cultural anthropology,” said Daniel.
“But you’re just children
,” sputtered General O’Neill.
“Sir…” said Colonel Mitchell.
“Really not,” Buffy expression was exasperated, but mildly amused. Her grip on Jack’s hand tightened, almost imperceptibly at first, until he grimaced slightly. She smiled predatorily before releasing his hand.
“Jack," Daniel’s tone was wary. “They’ve saved the world as many times as you have, maybe more. They’ve saved the galaxy at least once – multiple realities too.
“I don’t believe this,” said Jack.
“Come on Jack, after all we’ve seen, a few twentysomethings have you bent out of shape.”
“Buffy, He’s not human,” Willow nodded, indicating Teal’c.
“No, he’s not,” agreed Buffy.
“What are you?” asked Dawn curiously.
“How the hell did they know that? Danny, what did you tell them?”
Daniel shrugged. “Not a thing, Jack. I think they can sense him. It’s a bit unexpected, but not that surprising really.”
“Really?” Jack was sarcastic. “Unexpected, but not surprising. Well, well.”
“Jack, you cannot afford to underestimate them. They will surprise you, and they’re the only ones who can help us. Let’s not create an international incident. They come highly recommended by the MI-6 and there are at least a few dozen American soldiers who owe them their lives. These are the people who handle the things we can’t.”
“The things we can’t?” asked Jack.
“Jack,” said Daniel.
,” Buffy said ‘general’ as if it were an insult. “I came here because your friend Daniel asked our friend Giles for help. I have. Better. Things. To. Do. Lives to save, demons to kill. Plenty of shopping I could be doing. There’s a latte at the mall with my name on it. I think I could use a manicure.” She looked at her nails pointedly. “You are wasting my time and I don’t like your attitude.
” She looked him up and down dismissively, and he found himself taking a step back. This made her grin. He scowled back.
“That’s my girl!” Xander chuckled softly.
“Buffy, don’t intimidate the general,” hissed Willow, slightly alarmed.
“Why not?” Buffy was defiant. She took a step forward, and again Jack stepped back, finding himself with his back against the wall. Literally.