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This story is No. 2 in the series "B,B,WtD?". You may wish to read the series introduction and the preceeding stories first.

Summary: Buffy fills in for an injured Xander at NCIS and meets her father, who thought she died two decades ago. **With fanart by MistressAshley.**

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NCIS > Buffy-Centered
Literature > Action > Author: Tom Clancy
(Current Donor)mmoochFR1349106,845961384527,35820 May 0921 May 14Yes

Chapter 37: A New Hobby

Chapter 37: A New Hobby
A/N: This will be rather short, but I had a particular spot I wanted to end this chapter so it would have the greatest impact. It’s still longer than the last chapter…barely, so I’m happy.

Warning: I don’t know; maybe language and innuendo somewhere along the way.

Challenge: #4472 ‘Bunny is my what?’ by CindyB.

Thanks to my betas: None this time ‘cause this is already overdue; got my dates mixed up. Sorry about that, folks.

Disclaimer: BtVS characters belong to Joss Whedon / Mutant Enemy. NCIS characters belong to Donald Bellisario, Don McGill and CBS Paramount Television. Jack Ryan and his friends belongs to Tom Clancy. I claim no rights to any copyrighted material. Please do not copy or take this story without my permission.

Posted In Honor of the 2nd anniversary of the story’s first post!

Summers/Osbourne/Harris garage

After wiping his hands dry, Jordy looked at the two sides of the garage/workshop, trying to decide who he wanted to help today. Dada Jack and Buffy were doing mechanical stuff to the truck, while Oz was continuing his reupholstery of the fabric in the camper.

The younger werewolf smiled when he remembered Buffy’s reaction to finding out that Oz was almost a master tailor; it was a skill taught to him by the monks to help serve as a physical form of occupying himself to control the beast within him. What made it truly astonishing was that he sewed completely by hand – nothing machine-stitched. His work looked just as good as store-bought stuff though.

Then Jordy saw what Oz was currently sewing and felt guilty. Yesterday, he had tried to help Oz by cutting the fabric for the benches, but screwed up, making that fabric useless. Instead of getting angry though, Buffy and Oz thanked him for reminding them that they needed throw pillows. That’s what Oz was sewing at the moment. Despite their understanding attitude, he knew he cost them more money and didn’t want to risk that again. At least he learned the lesson of measure twice, cut once – something Dada Jack said all people needed to know.

Waving at his cousin, he moved to help the mechanics for a while. He mostly just handed them things, but occasionally he’d get to turn a wrench or something. Plus, Dada Jack had the greatest stories about Papa Gibbs.

As soon as he arrived, Jackson looked up and grinned at the young man. So many children his age would have fought to play with their friends or on some computer instead of helping with this project. From the conversations they had, he knew Jordy played video games, so it wasn’t a matter of being a technophobe like Jethro.

Anyway, time to put the boy to work. “Jordy, I need you to take the WD-40 and spray the bolts holding the seats in place. If we want any chance of Buffy being able to loosen them without damaging anything, they need some oil,” Jackson explained for both Buffy and Jordy’s sakes. “By the way, did I ever tell you about the time when Jethro decided he was going to build his own bicycle from old wheelbarrow parts?”

For the next couple hours, they worked while exchanging stories about their pasts. Then it came time to break for lunch, so they cleaned up their work area – something Jackson insisted on even though they intended to get right back to it when they were done eating – and then washed up. Anya was inside getting the meal together while she worked on her demon book.


“Have we decided on the wood for the cabinets yet, guys?” Buffy asked between bites. “Gibbs wants to get started on carving the doors and all that kind of stuff.”

Anya looked up from feeding JR to add her opinion, “Why not use cedar? It’s supposed to be the best for closets, so I would assume the same is true for cabinets.”

“She has a point,” Jackson agreed. “Plus, if we wanted the closet to be cedar, having the cabinets match would be good.”

Oz and Jordy nodded their approval, so Buffy concluded, “Okay, cedar it is. Thanks for the help, Anya.” She was finding it essential to verbalize her gratitude to everyone to let them know that they were important to her. So far it was doing wonders for not just Jordy, but even the more stoic-minded individuals like Oz and her dad. Anya practically preened every single time still.

Jackson saw Anya’s notebooks on the counter and inquired, “How’s your writing coming along?”

Knowing better than to give details in front of Jordy, Anya kept her answer general, “So far I’ve covered the list of different vengeance demons and the way they usually answer wishes; most have a specific style they prefer. Then I started on the demons I met with their descriptions and whatever I could remember about them. So far I’ve got about… I think 200 species? Although, that isn’t entirely accurate because some of those are sub-species of a larger group. Like the difference between a horned x’Largoz demon and a hornless one…or the double-horned ones,” she added belatedly.

“Still, that’s a lot of demons,” Buffy replied, impressed by Anya’s efforts. When she thought about it, though, it wasn’t really surprising. When Anya decided to do something, she was very single-minded and thorough about it. Fortunately, she wasn’t ignoring JR or her own well-being to get this done. That would require an intervention by the Slayer. No way was she going to let Xander’s family suffer just so the Council would get the best book – or more likely series of books – on demons they probably would ever have.

Just as they were cleaning up the table, the phone rang and Jordy rushed to answer it, “Hotel California, how may I direct your call?” He listened for a couple seconds, then held it out for Buffy. “It’s the Council.”


Taking the phone into the other room for privacy, Buffy greeted the other person warily, “This is Buffy Summers.”

“Oh good, you’re home,” Giles’ voice responded in her ear. “How’s your shoulder? Do you think you’re able to handle a situation that’s come up in the States?”

“Hello to you, too, Giles,” she snarked. “Things are good here, thanks for asking. Can I help you some way?”

“I’m sorry for being blunt, but time is an issue, I’m afraid,” he answered.

Buffy felt bad for giving him a hard time. She knew that he only got really flustered like this when it was potentially world end-ish…or when he was interested in a woman. Somehow she doubted it was the latter, however. “What’s the sitch?” Gee, didn’t that make her think she was watching too much Disney with Jordy.

There was a pause on the other end, and something told her she wouldn’t like what came next.

Finally, Giles said the fatal words, “Something’s happened at Wolfram & Hart in Los Angeles.”

She took a deep breath and waited for the angst to bubble up at the thought of facing Angel again, but nothing happened. “I assume it has to do with Angel’s team? What do you need from us?”

“Is Oz at home today?” was Giles’ odd reply.

“Yeah. Why?” Then a light bulb flipped on in her brain and she made the connection. “Oh, this is gonna require some magical mojo, isn’t it? She’s coming stateside?”

“Yes, and I need to know if that will cause a problem for Oz,” he bluntly stated. She could almost hear him polishing his glasses while he waited for her answer.

Although she wasn’t entire sure he was okay with everything, Buffy knew Oz would stay in control at least long enough to save the world. “He’ll be okay, even if he has to spend time with her. He’s got the wolf firmly under control now.”

Her Watcher’s sigh of relief could have powered a windmill. “Good. She has a few more things to gather, then she’ll be teleporting to your inner training room within ten minutes. She’ll have all the information we have about the situation so she can brief you in person. Oh, and Buffy? You’ll need the Scythe for this one,” he warned.

“I’ll let the others know,” she said before hanging up. Without even turning around, Buffy knew that Oz was behind her. “What did you hear?” she asked.

“Enough,” Oz replied. “I’d like to be there when she arrives. She needs to understand that I’m over the past now. It’s the only way I can truly help with the Council.”

Buffy nodded her agreement. “She’ll be here in about ten minutes downstairs. I’m not sure how long we’ll be gone, but we should pack for a few days at least.”

It took Oz a minute to understand that she expected him to go with them wherever they were headed, but he was grateful she didn’t doubt his ability to be part of the team. “I’ll be ready,” he assured her, talking about both the packing and the upcoming confrontation.


Ten minutes later…

Buffy and Oz were alone downstairs so they could greet the Wiccan privately, although Buffy kept back so she wouldn’t interfere unless absolutely necessary. The house wards pulsed to let them know a friend was arriving seconds before the portal opened. Once she was all the way through, Oz stepped forward slightly and greeted her calmly, “Tara.”

A/N: I’m evil, right?

A/N2: Next… a look back at the past.
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