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This story is No. 1 in the series "Do what comes naturally... follow your heart". You may wish to read the series introduction first.

Summary: Buffy and Teal'c come to the rescue - Pairings: Buffy/Teal'c, Dawn/Jon

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Stargate > Buffy-Centered > Pairing: Teal'c(Current Donor)DeepBlueJoyFR1849125,60029722264,65512 May 0911 Nov 14No

NOTE: This chapter is rated FR15

Shock and Awe


Banner Art by: Batmethos - Thank you!!

Disclaimer: Neither Buffy nor Stargate belong to me, unfortunately. Story belongs to me.

Warnings: violence

Notes: Set post Chosen. Post Birthright for Stargate. No specific episodes of Stargate referenced so far. Updating will be adhoc.

They both heard the screams at the same time. No one else seemed to hear them.

It was a noisy night at the restaurant, and Buffy was sitting with Dawn, Xander and Willow, just trying to get a solid meal before passing out. It had been a long apocalypse season. The cross-country trip had been Xander's idea, but the others had jumped at the chance for a break.

Teal’c was sitting at the bar. He had been waiting for Daniel and Jack to meet him for dinner, but for some reason, they weren’t here yet.

They almost bumped into each other at the door of the restaurant as they both tried to hurry outside without being too conspicuous. He apologized, allowing her to go first, then quickly followed her rapidly disappearing form around the corner. Teal’c ran into the alley, trying to move quietly and quickly, staying close to the wall. The young woman had simply barreled into the alley, and started throwing punches.

Teal’c was startled to see her take on two larger – much larger opponents effortlessly, bringing them down with a flying kick that connected with both men’s heads at the same time. He had never seen a woman fight like that. Actually, he couldn’t remember ever seeing anyone fight quite that efficiently. The woman was an impressive warrior.

“You! Call an ambulance,” she said to Teal’c. Apparently, he wasn’t stealthy enough. “Can’t you see she’s hurt?”

The tiny woman gestured toward the wall. There, in a crumpled heap, lay a young woman, badly bruised and obviously unable to get back up. Teal’c called the ambulance, turning to help her with the men, but they were down for the count.

Sirens could be heard in the distance. The woman grimaced. She was busy tying the two men up, using their own belts to tie their hands behind their backs.

“Damn,” she said. Buffy really didn’t want to explain to the cops how she’d stopped two enormous men who had been trying to rape the injured woman. However, with the man here, she couldn’t very well leave.

“Can you do me a favor?” she asked, quickly assessing in her assistant’s bulk and obvious fitness. She had a feeling he would be good in a fight.

“What can I do for you miss?” he asked politely.

“Tell the cops you did this,” she gestured at the men.

“Why should I take credit for such an honorable act?” Teal’c asked. “Are you not proud to have protected this young woman?”

“Of course I am!” Buffy really looked at the man for the first time. There was something very different about him. “It’s just… they won’t understand.”

“I could tell them I... assisted you,” Teal’c said, inclining his head. “That is after all the truth.”

“I’d appreciate that,” the young woman said. “My name’s Buffy.”

“I’m… Mm... Teal’c,” he said. “Teal’c - Teal’c Murray.”

For some reason, he couldn’t lie to her. Murray was part of his Tau'ri name. He had a feeling this woman could keep a secret. He never really understood why the government thought his name was so much of a security risk, anyway. He had heard many stranger names. Jordan? Why would anyone give the name of a country as their given name? Especially if they were not from the country in question. Then there were some of the others… Joe-Bob? Tamika? Teal’c just wasn’t that odd. He’d certainly never heard of anyone named Buffy before.

“African name, huh?” she grinned at him.

Teal’c barely nodded, smiling ever so slightly, not really wanting to lie.

“So you heard her screams too? What are you, some kind of good demon? I’ve never encountered anyone like you before.”

“You believe me to be a demon?” he looked only vaguely displeased, but Buffy could tell he really didn’t like being called a demon.

“I’m sorry, I don’t mean to offend you,” Buffy said. “I know you’re a good person. Obviously you also wanted to help.”

“How do you know this… Buffy?” he said her name oddly, as if something about the name struck him as strange.

“In my line of work, you don’t live long if you can’t tell the good guys from the bad guys,” she said. “Anyway, we can talk later. I think the cops are here… I’m going to go let them know where she is… if you’d watch her – and them.”

“I can do that,” he said. Buffy was again struck by the formal way he spoke. Then there was the way her senses were ‘pinging’ off him. Whatever he was, he was definitely not fully human. However, she found she trusted him. She could puzzle it out later. Buffy headed to the end of the alley, where several police cars had pulled up.

“In here!” she called. “We have an injured woman, and her two assailants, through this alley. The woman needs immediate attention. Where’s the ambulance?”

The officer looked at her a little bit suspiciously then he seemed to decide to trust her. “Is the scene secure?” he asked, finally. She acted like a cop. He decided to treat her like one.

“Uh, yeah, her attackers are unconscious,” she told him, surprised by his businesslike attitude. So different from Sunnydale police.

“OK,” he said something into his radio, and he was joined by another officer. The three of them headed back into the alley.

“You probably should handcuff them before they wake up,” Buffy said, gesturing toward the men.

“I thought you said they were secure.”

“We improvised,” she said.

“We? So you didn’t knock these two out all by yourself?” the first officer asked.

“No, I had help,” she looked at him as if he was complete idiot. “My friend…”

“Murray,” said Teal’c quickly, standing up from where he had been looking after the injured woman.

“That’s more like it!” the officer said. “You military?”

“I’m with the Air force,” said Teal’c.

“Yeah, you have the look,” said the officer. “My brother’s a marine.

“I’m Air Force,” said Teal’c, quietly.

“Well, of course, the Air Force isn’t the marines…” the officer looked uncomfortable.

“Murray’s just messing with you,” said Buffy, trying to diffuse the tension. “Aren’t you?”

“But, of course, Buffy,” Teal’c said, taking the hint.

“So neither of you know the woman?” the officer asked.

“No, we heard screams,” said Buffy. We were walking by,” she lied, suddenly remembering she’d left everyone inside. “My friends… I need to let my friends know where I am. They’re in the restaurant,” Buffy started to walk away.

“Well, you need to come on back here when you’re done. We may have more questions,” said the officer to her retreating back.

“No problem.”

“I too need to let my friends know of my whereabouts…”

“Don’t you people have cell phones?”

“Of course,” Teal’c flipped his phone open, and called Jack O’Neill. He heard O’Neill’s phone ringing at the end of the alley, and headed in that direction.

“Hey, Murray, what’s going on?” Jack asked.

“I was assisting Buffy…” he said. “This young woman required our help.” He pointed at the young woman who was being loaded onto an ambulance cot.

“Who’s Buffy?”

“Me,” said Buffy, who had returned with Xander. Xander had been on his way to look for her, once he’d seen the cop cars and ambulance.

“You can’t go in there, it’s a crime scene,” said the officer in charge, who had come up behind them.

“The officer asked us to come back,” she said, gesturing vaguely towards the group. “He wanted to talk to us.”

“Well, why don’t you just wait here,” the older man said, dismissively. He was not going to let this small herd of people trample all over his crime scene.

“Fine,” Buffy said, accepting defeat. The woman was in the hands of the EMS people, and the perpetrators were in custody. She’d only returned in order to prevent the officer from deciding she was some kind of vigilante and going after her. He wanted to talk to her, so she would stick around.

Buffy would have gladly left. The last thing she really wanted was to have to answer lots of unanswerable questions from police. It’s not as if all the ex-Sunnydalers hadn’t spent more than their fair share of time answering questions from various authorities. Being on the last bus out of hell, had flagged them for all sorts of extra attention.

The fact that they had many injured had made it even harder to just ‘disappear’ than it would have been on the bright yellow school bus that had been caught in the cordon the police had set up to prevent people from entering the area. There were simply no good lies for knife and sword wounds. Fortunately, they had been too busy helping the wounded to notice all the weapons, poorly hidden in the bus. The only good thing about the whole exercise was that Buffy now had lots more practice lying to authorities than ever before.

Murray seemed like he’d make a good beard, and she could tell them the new story they’d developed. She was a martial arts instructor. That’s what they’d told the authorities. They were all martial arts instructors. Inability to produce credentials was not that surprising, considering where they were coming from. It wasn’t as if the California Highway Patrol could check with Sunnydale authorities.

Oddly enough, it seemed that most Sunnydale police had simply faded into the woodwork after the fall. There were just too many civilians willing to bad mouth them to the press. Too much had come out about all the people who had died before Sunnydale fell. Apparently, Sunnydale syndrome stopped working after one left Sunnydale. People had bad memories, and people were talking. Most of the explanations were not supernatural, but they showed the cops in very bad light. If you were a former Sunnydale cop, you pretty much hoped you could pretend you were from somewhere else, or that you’d never been a cop.
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