Chapter 21: A New Rival, Part 1
Chapter 21: A New Rival, Part 1
Warning: I don’t know; maybe language and innuendo somewhere along the way. Definitely in this chapter since Faith comes to visit.
Challenge: #4472 ‘Bunny is my what?’
A/N: Thanks to my betas for their help... zigpal and CindyB.
A/N2: This chapter and the next one are entirely flashbacks. And sorry for the long update wait. Just got distracted by other plot bunnies. CANON WARNING: There are some changes in canon for seasons 6 & 7 BtVS here, folks!
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2nd full moon since Buffy arrived…
Gibbs woke to hear motion downstairs. Grabbing his gun, he carefully snuck to the lower level. Not finding the intruder there – or any sign of forced entry – he continued to the basement.
What he found shocked him: his daughter was vigorously sanding down the boat…in an evening gown. The perplexed man reached into the nearby dryer to grab one of his t-shirts. Then he moved to join her.
“Buffy?” he called out carefully, so as to not startle her.
She looked over her shoulder at him. “Hey, Gibbs. Hope you don’t mind, but I needed to calm down before heading home. Your place was the closest,” she remarked, feeling kind of stupid for just showing up without calling.
Normally she’d patrol or meditate or something, but sadly, she was in the wrong clothing for either of those options. Then she remembered that she enjoyed working on the boat the night she found out Gibbs was her dad and came here to cool off.
Handing her the shirt so she could protect her dress, Gibbs inquired, “What happened?”
Buffy shrugged half-heartedly, “Just some trouble at the party tonight. No biggie,” she tried to downplay it.
Unfortunately, she was dealing with a trained investigator. “What – happened?!” Gibbs ground out.
Sighing, Buffy set down the sandpaper and turned to look at her dad. “I had to go alone because Oz couldn’t and Ducky was busy. Anyway, this sleaze took my lack of escort as an invitation to hit on me…repeatedly. Even though I tried to be polite about it, he refused to take the hint.” She picked the sandpaper back up and started on the boat again to defuse her anger. “Finally, I had to break his wrist when he got too grabby.”
Gibbs’ eyes narrowed in rage. “Who?” he demanded, planning the ways he could get rid of the bastard.
But his daughter knew the tone and shook her head, “Uh-uh, you can’t go after him. Besides, I think he’s learned his lesson. At least where I’m concerned.” Gibbs simply continued to glare at her. “Fine! It was Ed Kealty,” she relented.
Now he understood why he couldn’t go after the scum. Even Gibbs couldn’t attack the former Vice President. Maybe if he had been there in person, but he wasn’t. “Not that I’m excusing his behavior, but why didn’t you ask someone else to take you? Why didn’t you ask me
?” he asked, hurt that she hadn’t.
Buffy couldn’t stop herself from laughing. When she finally got herself under control, she gasped out, “Correct me if I’m wrong here, but isn’t the reason you aren’t the Director because you suck at political schmoozing?”
Gibbs had to concede her point. “Usually, but it’s different if I’m just somebody’s escort. Anyway, I want to help you – even if it’s just to keep predators like Kealty away.”
“You sure?” He nodded. “Cool! I can use another guy. In fact, I think I’m about to lose Ducky to another woman soon,” Buffy confided conspiratorially.
“Really? I haven’t heard anything around the office,” he replied. He might not actively engage in the office gossip, but he usually kept up with the goings on.
“That’s ‘cause it’s new,” she casually mentioned, before adding, “I know about her because I introduced them – much to the delight of Mama Mallard.”
Gibbs let out his own chuckle, remembering his own dealings with the woman. “So you met Ducky’s mother, huh? And she didn’t scare you off?”
Buffy blew a raspberry, “Please! She just cares about her son and his happiness. Once I convinced her that we weren’t suited for each other, it got me to thinking of somebody who would be good for him – and vice versa. They’ve been dating for a few weeks now, and I have a good feeling about them,” she finished with a satisfied smile.
“Who is she and how do you know her?” he inquired.
“Luciana Bosera, and she’s a part-timer for the Council.” She grabbed a dry rag and wiped the dust from the section she was working on and examined it. “If this works out between them, she can stay and help me set up the DC branch.”
Gibbs stared at her, then tried to ask casually, but was unable to keep the hopeful tone out of his voice, “So you might be staying once you’re done at NCIS?”
Buffy didn’t want to get his hopes up too much. “If not me, then whoever else is stationed here.” She saw the crestfallen expression on his face and bumped into him. “No reason to worry about that now; you’re stuck with me for a bit longer, Gibbs,” she playfully warned him.
“I just don’t want to lose you again,” he whispered softly. Then he turned away, upset that he showed that much emotion in front of her.
Sensing he didn’t want another chick flick moment, she teasingly asked, “Does that mean you forgive me for breaking in?”
He appreciated what she was trying to do, but wanted to answer her seriously, “It’s not breaking in if you use the key I gave you. And I’m happy that you feel comfortable enough to come here. You’re always
“As much as I dread asking, I wouldn’t be interrupting any lady friends?” Buffy winced at the possible response.
“Not at the time being. I’ll let you know if that changes though,” Gibbs gave her a teasing nudge like she did earlier.
She beamed at him. “Good. I don’t want to miss a chance to give them the shovel speech.”
Unsure if he really wanted to know, Gibbs still asked, “Shovel speech?”
“Just something my friends and I did to prospective hunnies. ‘A vague disclaimer is nobody’s friend,’
” she quoted. Then her nose wrinkled as she thought about something. “Of course, we’ve never actually followed through on any of our threats yet. Hmm, surprised that hasn’t ruined our credibility.”
“Well, please don’t make good on any of your threats on my account, okay?” he pleaded.
Buffy shrugged indifferently, “Like I told you before, depends on if she deserves it or not.”
They continued to work on the boat until Buffy had finally worked out her aggression. Gibbs offered her a place to sleep for the night, which she gratefully accepted. She didn’t have her ‘students’ coming over in the morning since it was the weekend. She called and left a message for Oz once he got out of his cage.
Then the two of them spent the following day together, just relaxing in each other’s company and getting to know more about their lives. Something that made Gibbs very happy. What they didn’t know was they had a witness to their time spent at his house. And that witness was not
very happy at what they saw.
A few days later…
“B!” a brunette woman called out as she entered the bullpen, seeing her friend about to enter an office upstairs.
Gibbs stood up and glared at her. “Excuse me, miss. This is a place of business, not a club. Who are you looking for?” he demanded.
He fought not to jump when he heard his daughter behind him. Damn, she was as good as he was at that! “Me, Gibbs. Really, Faith, you couldn’t just ask for me?” Buffy scolded her sister-Slayer before pulling her into a hug.
“Not as much fun,” Faith smirked.
Buffy rolled her eyes in mock dismay. “You so need some time with Giles.”
“And you still need to loosen up; pull that stick out of your--” Faith started to say.
But the blonde Slayer hastily cut her off, “Okay. We get the picture. Guess I better introduce you so we can go talk about your last assignment.”
“Sounds 5 by 5 to me. Let’s start with the hottie over there,” Faith commented, winking at Tony. “Hey, boytoy…you doin’ the nasty with B yet? If not, you want to try me on for size?” she managed to shock the flirtatious agent into silence.
Buffy pulled her away from his desk, trying like hell not to burst out laughing. Bet he would be careful about flirting with Faith. “Good. That’s just great, Faith. Scar the poor agents, why don’t you?”
Faith shrugged off the remark, “What? He looks like he enjoys the fun side of life.”
“He’s Xander, Faith,” Buffy explained cryptically.
But apparently the younger woman understood the reference. “Got it, B. Sorry there,” she said to Tony. “So who’s who?” she asked, looking at everyone.
Buffy introduced the team to Faith, and smirked at the absolute glare Ziva shot her sister-Slayer. Tony still looked a bit shell-shocked by Faith’s earlier comments. Tim just couldn’t stop blushing at the outspoken brunette, which sparked the remark from her if he was an Andrew. Buffy replied that he was more like an early Willow.
It was Gibbs that really intrigued the Dark Slayer though. There was something familiar about him; she just couldn’t put her finger on it right away. When he glared at her and smacked the hottie agent to snap him out of his stupor, her eyes widened in surprise. Buffy caught her eye and shook her head slightly. That was a topic for privacy.
As soon as they got down to the morgue and cleared Ducky and Palmer out, Faith turned on Buffy. “Spill, B!”
Knowing what Faith was talking about, Buffy started out with a warning, “Alright, but only Giles and Oz from our side know. Ducky from here knows everything, too. Hank wasn’t my real father, Gibbs is.”
That surprised the younger Slayer. “Shit! How’d this come out? Is that why you came here?”
Buffy shook her head, “No. Gibbs has a friend who found out about my past – he’s okay, so no killing him – and part of my past is that Mom and I were in the Witness Protection Program. She never said anything to me. I just can’t believe she let him think we were dead.”
“Harsh. Were they unhappy or something?” Faith couldn’t stop herself from asking.
“Not that he knew, but you knew what she was like when it came to dangerous stuff.” Faith nodded. “She made me choose between her and being the Slayer when she found out. Even after I came back, she kept trying to figure out how to get me out of it.”
Faith hopped up on one of the autopsy tables. “Yeah. She was pretty stoked when I came around. Guess she saw me as your get out of slaying ticket.”
“Sorry about that,” Buffy said as she joined her on the table.
“Eh, back then I wanted it. To be the only one,” Faith replied easily.
Not wanting to rehash that time in their history, Buffy moved on, “So how did the job go?”
“The usual. And some not-so-usual stuff. They were working on making vampires daylight-proof,” Faith explained with a growl.
Pinching her nose in an eerily Giles-like way, Buffy asked quietly, “Why
Faith just shook her head in disbelief at the project heads’ stupidity. “With their behavior chips, they thought they could have a daytime army of bloodsuckers who could only fight demons.”
“And what went wrong?” the co-head of the Council inquired, knowing that it would be asked by the other heads.
“The chips blew out after a certain amount of time. Something about the added chemical stress of being in the sun?” Faith relayed, obviously not sure of the explanation given to her.
Buffy groaned, then offhandedly remarked, “You know, it’s times like this that I can see Angel’s point in locking up the idiots with a couple of vampires.”
“What?!” Faith almost yelled.
Wincing at her slip, Buffy decided that Faith deserved the truth. “Yeah. He was going through a dark phase – not quite Angelus, but close – and locked Darla and Drusilla in a room with a bunch of the Wolfram & Hart people.”
That just sounded like all kinds of wrong to the formerly dark Slayer. “And you’re sure
he had his soul?” she pleaded, not wanting to accept that one of her heroes would fall like that.
And Buffy didn’t want that for Faith either. But she had to know why they were handling Angel the way they were. That particular incident was part of their reasoning. “Sadly, yes. The evil law firm was fucking with his mind pretty big time, though. The fact they brought Darla back is evidence of that.”
The law firm wasn’t new to Faith. But she couldn’t believe she had forgotten the name until now. Just went to show how messed up she was back then. “Wait! This is the same place that he’s running now, right?”
“Uh-huh. So you can see why we’re having trouble trusting them anymore,” Buffy checked. She really wanted Faith to understand this.
“Fuck. But you don’t have any plans on slaying him?” Faith asked, wanting to be sure how far they were apart now.
Buffy shook her head, “Not just yet. But we aren’t about to share our resources either. Back to the job, though. Did you have any trouble with the Initiative people?” she questioned, needing to get away from the topic of that ex.
“Nope. They were gone by the time we showed up – except for one team that was trying to keep the kill count down. Led by somebody named Graham? Said he knew you,” Faith said, smirking at her sister-Slayer.
But she ignored the smirk and just replied calmly, “He was one of the original guys from Sunnydale. I talked to him after chewing Riley out for messing with this stuff again. He just wanted to say that not everyone was happy about the decision to experiment on the demons.”
“Sounds like you have a fan in him. Or maybe he’s just panting after you in the carnal sense.” Faith said with a waggle of her eyebrows.
Which did cause Buffy to burst out laughing that time, a big change from when they were younger. “God, Faith. I missed you. You crack me up.”
Once they stopped chuckling, Faith turned to her other hero – not that she would ever admit it, “So, do you need help here?”
“Nah, things are actually pretty quiet…by Slayer standards. I was thinking you might want in on the hunt for Xander’s kidnappers,” Buffy remarked slyly.
Faith jumped up excitedly. “Fuck, yeah! They need to pay for hurting the boytoy.”
Buffy stifled another laugh. “Just remember not to call him that in front of Anya. She’s liable to think you’re after him, and with her pregnancy hormones as crazy as they are right now…it could get really ugly,” she warned.
“I still can’t believe he married a demon!” Faith shook her head.
-demon,” Buffy clarified. “And she’s not too bad…if you can deal with her bluntness about sex – which obviously you
can. I’m just happy that it worked out for them. And our little Scrappy Doo gave us all something to fight for back in Sunnydale. Knowing that Anya was waiting for us with baby J.R. in Carmel really gave us focus in the last battle.”
Snickering at the name, Faith said, “That’s another thing that floors me. They stuck the kid with the name Rupert!”
“It’s only a middle name, and Xander wanted to honor the two men in his life he cared about most: Jesse and Giles,” Buffy replied wistfully. She barely knew Jesse, but she knew how important he was to Xander and Willow. And Giles was important to all of them.
“So how come you’re not tearing apart Europe right now?” Faith demanded, having wondered about that since she heard about Xander’s kidnapping and torture.
“The Council needed me here.” Then Buffy had another thought. “Who knows, maybe the Powers helped out to get me here. After all, it’s awfully strange that my real father just happened
to be somebody I worked with. But if they had anything to do with Xander getting hurt, I’m going to tear them apart – higher beings or not.”
“How’s that going with your dad?” Faith asked, sincerely worried for her friend. And they were friends now, having set aside their differences after Buffy was resurrected.
Buffy sighed, “We’re getting to know each other. I haven’t told him about the Slayer stuff, though. Want him to get used to having a daughter again before telling him she’s a freak.”
“It might be better to tell him sooner rather than later, B,” Faith warned.
“I know. Especially if he finds out two of his co-workers knew the truth and he didn’t.” Buffy cringed when she imagined that scene.
That surprised the brunette Slayer. “Who else?”
“The lab tech. I saved this Goth chick one of my first nights here, only to find out she works at NCIS. She wanted to know about vamps so I gave her the lowdown.” Buffy bit her lip before confiding, “I was thinking of asking Giles if I could train her and Ducky to be Watchers. I know he’s too old to be a field guy, but I’ve been working with Abby on self defense and she’s pretty good.”
Faith decided to tease the blonde, “So you’re setting up your own mini Council here?”
Not having thought of that in those terms before, Buffy nodded slowly, “I guess so. Lucy from Italy just came over and I think she’s gonna settle down with Ducky, so she’d help out. Oz is here and happy to help.”
“Well, I hate to cut our little reunion short here, but I really want to get over there and bust some heads,” Faith started her antsy dance – which meant she was getting close to smashing something or somebody.
Buffy nodded, “Understand. Bust a few for me. Tell everyone I said hi and that I love them.”
Faith smirked with a roll of her eyes, “Sure. Then we’ll all join hands and sing ‘Kumbaya’
The elder Slayer punched her in the arm at full strength. “Beat it, you brat!”
“You got it, bitch!” Faith teased back.
A/N: Next…Part 2 of the Rival saga. This chapter just got to be too long to continue.