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Summary: Joyce and Hank were at it again, only this time they were interrupted by a young agent of the DRI. Their daughter was in trouble.

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Television > Terminator: The Sarah Connor ChroniclesDireSquirrelFR1312,4691192,18919 Aug 1019 Aug 10Yes




Thanks to Greywizard for all the help!



Joyce and Hank’s “discussion” was interrupted by a knock on the door. Their marriage had been tense lately, but neither one had brought it up in front of their daughter. Hank opened the door to reveal a seemingly youthful woman in a black suit, white shirt, and black tie with stereotypical black sunglasses.

“Mr. Summers?” she asked.

“Yes, what can I help you with?” he replied formally. The woman pulled out a badge and flashed it.

“Special Agent Cameron Reese,” she said. “DRI. I’d like to speak to you and your wife about your daughter.”

“Is she in trouble?”

“If you are inquiring whether she has committed a crime, we are not aware of such an act,” Agent Reese said. “If you are inquiring as to whether she is in danger, then yes, we believe she is.”

“Oh, uh, please come in,” he said. “Joyce! There’s a federal agent here to talk about Buffy!”

Joyce Summers ran out into the living room. “Is she alright?”

“At this time, we feel that she is not in immediate danger,” Agent Reese stated. “However, we believe that this will change.”

“Oh dear,” Joyce commented as she slid into a chair. “Please, sit down.”

Special Agent Cameron Reese slid into the offered chair, reached into her suit jacket and pulled out a folder. “Your daughter has been targeted by a certain group that we have been tracking for some time. The members are fanatical, to say the least, and believe your daughter to be a sacrifice of religious significance. Needless to say, we wish to stop them and keep your daughter safe until the danger has passed.”

“Why? Why would they pick Buffy? She’s just a cheerleader!” Hank protested.

“The leaders of this group,” she said as she pulled out a sketch labeled Lothos, “are not sane in the normal sense of the word. They have locked onto your daughter, because they feel she is a threat to their plans, regardless of the actual truth of the matter.”

“What can we do?” Joyce asked.

“At this time? Nothing, simply live your usual lives,” Agent Rees told them flatly. “I will be here under the guise of your cousin’s daughter, who needs a place to live for a few months.”

“What? Why?” Hank demanded. “You can’t just barge into our house and start giving orders!”

“Do you wish for your daughter to live?”

“What? Of course I do!”

“Then having me as a bodyguard around at all times is the best solution,” Reese stated. “This will prevent anyone but specifically chosen people from getting close to her. I was chosen for this role because I excel at infiltration, and I resemble a teenager.”

“Hank,” Joyce said. “Let’s do it.”

Her husband’s shoulders sank. “Fine! But I won’t be paying for another mouth in this house! Goddamn freeloaders!” he grumbled as he got up and trudged into the kitchen.

“That will not be necessary,” Cameron stated. “I will take care of my own needs. All I require is a room for the sake of the cover.”

“Thank you for keeping our baby safe,” Joyce said honestly.



“Buffy?” Joyce called as she heard the screen door slam. “There’s someone here I want you to meet.”

“I don’t wanna meet anyone! I just had the crappiest day at school. Johnny, who was dating Marcy, was just found kissing Sally in the locker room -- the BOY’S locker room,” the cheerleader snarked. “Honestly, she is such a slut. I can’t believe she was ever with my friends.”

“That’s nice, Buffy,” Joyce said. “Buffy, this is Cameron.”

Cameron waved perkily. “Hi, Buffy!”

“Who?” the teen asked as if the new addition was beneath her cast, slipping her lollipop out of her mouth with a pop. It was clear that she didn’t approve of the brunette girl being present.

“My cousin’s daughter,” Joyce said, playing her part. “She’s going to be staying with us for a while.”

“Why?”

“My parents are like, total spaz-fest, and I like totally need a place to stay until it's over,” Cameron said as if she was reading from a well practiced script.

Buffy gave her mom a “are you serious?” look. Joyce nodded helpfully.

“Whatever,” Buffy said dismissively.



“Oh-my-gawd!” Marcy said as they sat down at the lunch table. “Your creepy cousin is looking at you again! Is she…?”

“No! She’s just a freak,” Buffy said. “Honestly, she follows me practically everywhere. Really, the way she acts, you’d think she was my stalker.”

“Omygawd! What if she is?” Mary asked with her hand over her mouth. “Your own cousin stalking you? That’s so bla!”

“I know! Like really!” Buffy said as she took a bite of her sandwich. “At least she doesn’t try to sit with us anymore. She finally, like, got that hint, you know?”

“Uh-huh,” nodded her “friends.”



“Uh, Buffy?” Cameron asked a few weeks later. “Could you do me a favor?”

“Like, what? I’m like totally busy painting my toenails!” Buffy said.

“Could we, maybe, take martial arts?” Cameron asked with a forced little bounce.

“Ugh, and get all sweaty? Why?” the blonde replied with a roll of her eyes.

“I heard it’s really good for flexibility and stuff, so I thought it would be great for you being a cheerleader,” the disguised agent stated. “And I heard that all the girls at Midtown High are taking it so they can beat Hemery this year.”

“What? Oh, those hags think they can beat me! Fine! We’ll do it!” Buffy said, grabbing her stuff and trudging to her room.

Mission Objective: Training phase one completed.



“What do you mean we’ve gotta do this?” Marcy asked. “It’s so hard.”

“Midtown’s doing it so they can beat us, so we’re going to do it to beat them,” Buffy said as if it made any sense. “What did your parents say when you said you needed the money?”

“They were like, totally pleased that I was, like, doing self defense,” Marcy said. “But they were, like, totally bummed when I said it was for cheerleading.”

“I know!” Mary said, with the rest of the cheerleading bobble-heads nodding in agreement.

“But Buffy, you’re like, a natural and stuff,” Marcy said. “You, like, totally get these things.”

“Yeah, Cameron says I’ve got ‘Potential’ whatever that means.”



“Mr. Merrick,” Cameron said as she stepped out of the shadows. The watcher jumped in surprise, not expecting someone to spot him.

“You’re-“

“Not who you think I am,” Cameron said, as she pulled out her badge. “Special Agent Cameron Reese, DRI. We have been watching Lothos for a while.”

“What?”

“The Watcher’s Council is not the only group concerned with the supernatural,” she stated. She reached into her school bag and noted how the British man tensed. She pulled out a folded piece of paper and handed it over. “Detailed diagrams of something I have seen.”

Merrick tentatively took and unfolded the paper to reveal a cybernetic monstrosity. “What is it?”

“Its creator will call it ADAM,” Cameron said. “The work will go a long way towards destroying the world, even if ADAM is itself stopped.”

“What are you talking about?” the man demanded.

“In the future, the cybernetic technology that goes into creating ADAM will bring about the events that will destroy the human race,” Cameron stated. “Robots, Mr. Merrick. True artificial intelligence.”

“Are you some kind of seer? You get visions of the future?” he asked, somewhat uncertainly.

“A future, Mr. Merrick,” Cameron said. “And hopefully, one that can be avoided.”

“This looks hand drawn,” he said, holding up the diagram.

“Yes, I drew it from memory,” Cameron said. “We also need to speak of Buffy Summers.”

“What do you know about her?” he demanded, his previous tenseness coming back with a vengeance.

“She is a potential, or perhaps you are here because she has finally been Called,” Cameron said. “I was not aware of the precise date, but her physical abilities have increased and she is having a greater number of nightmares. There is a 96.478% chance that Buffy Summers is now the Slayer.”

“What are your intentions towards her and the Council?” Merrick asked.

“Buffy Summers must live,” Cameron said. “She is essential to the future. If she dies, then so do seven others needed to ensure the safety of the Human race.”

“What do you mean ‘needed’?”

“She needs to kill and survive Lothos,” Cameron said leaning up against a tree. It seemed like an unnatural act, like a line delivered by a d-list actor. “She will then go on to kill the Master Nest in Sunnydale. During her fight, she will drown. She will be revived by CPR. Then there will be two.”

“Two?”

“Slayers.”

“But that’s impossible.”

“No, it is not. It has been foreseen.”

“Am I just supposed to take your word on this?”

“Yes. I was also supposed to tell you ‘I might not be a musty old tome, but that doesn’t mean I shouldn’t be listened to,’” she told him.

“How did you know that?”

“I was instructed to tell you that. I have no understanding of the hidden emotional context behind the words,” she replied flatly. “If you do not do what I say, then in seven years, the Council will fall and the world will be doomed.”

“How can this be? She’s just a Slayer! When she dies, another will be called, just as it has always been!” Merrick argued.

“She is not just a Slayer,” Cameron said. “She is the Last Slayer.”

He gasped, almost not believing her words, but at the same time, not willing to ignore them simply because it he didn’t want it to be true.

“I will need to know everything you know.”

Mission Objective: Reform Council, Phase One complete.



“I can’t do this!” Buffy protested as they walked into the warehouse. “This place is so… creepy.”

“You can do this,” Cameron said, opening a door. Inside was a British man wearing a tweed suit. “This is Mr. Merrick. He is going to throw a knife at your head, and you are going to catch it.”

“What?” Buffy asked as if she was completely insane.

“This is Mr. Merrick. He is going to throw a knife at your head, and you are going to catch it.”

“I heard that, but why?”

“Because you need to know what you are.”




“Cameron!” Buffy called out through the flames of the burning Hemery Gymnasium. She reached out, grabbing her “cousin” and pulled her to the roof. “You’re a lot heavier than you look.”

“Lothos is dead. We should leave before the police arrive,” Cameron said.

“Right.”

Buffy and Cameron arrived at the Summers house covered in soot and sweat. “Perhaps we should get clean?”

“That is a positive assumption,” Cameron said stiffly. Together, they shed their clothes and stepped into the shower together. “I am not really your cousin.”

“I know,” Buffy said. “I heard mom and dad arguing about it again. Dad doesn’t like that you’re in the house. Said you were some kind of federal agent?”

“Yes, of the DRI, the Demon Research Initiative,” Cameron said as she soaped up her body, cleansing it of the char and soot that had taken root. She noted the rise in capillary action in Buffy’s cheeks and the signs of female arousal as Buffy looked at her body.

“This means you aren’t going to stay,” Buffy said sadly as she let the water run over her body.

“No, my mission here is complete, after today,” Cameron replied. “I-am-sorry.”

“I know, it’s just…”

“You find me attractive and have become accustomed to my presence,” Cameron stated bluntly. Buffy’s face turned bright red. “I have observed your reaction to me. I have also observed your reaction to the boy named Pike.”

Face burning brighter, Buffy turned and looked away. “It’s not right.”

“There is nothing wrong with sexual attraction,” Cameron said. “When you get to Sunnydale, look up Xander Harris or Willow Rosenberg. Either one or both would make for a good mate. Both would be best.”

The Slayer’s eyes went wide. “You’re telling me to have a threesome?”

“No, I believe that there is an 86. 3241% chance of a successful relationship between the three of you,” Cameron told her. “Mission success probability increases by 12.9% if this occurs.”

“What is the mission?”

“Saving the world.”

They didn’t say anything else after that. They washed, dried and got into new clothes. As they were getting done, Cameron handed Buffy a steel bar.

“What is this?”

“It is a steel bar for when your mother does not believe your abilities,” Cameron told her as she dressed in her black suit and tie. “Bend that, and it will help her to believe. Hopefully, this will keep your parents from sending you to an asylum.”

“Why would they do that?”

“Because they do not believe in vampires,” Cameron said as she turned to pick up her belongings. She had taken one step before Buffy grabbed her head in her hands and pulled the taller girl down to her lips. Cameron identified this as the type of human interaction known as “French Kissing” and responded appropriately with tongue. After a long moment, she broke away and Cameron looked her in the eyes. “I have to go.”

“Will I ever see you again?” Buffy asked.

“There is only a 37.451% chance of that happening,” Cameron said as the door closed behind her.



Sunnydale, One Week Later.

“Hello Angelus,” the vampire heard as a shovel came flying down on his head. He woke up to see a pretty woman he recognized from when Whistler had taken him on that little trip. She was the Slayer’s cousin or something. Obviously stronger than she looked, she held a strange green skinned demon over him. It had a large red gem featured prominently in its forehead.

Tied up, muffled, and fearful of the blue sky he saw outside of the trunk he was in, Angel struggled as he watched the woman cut the demon’s throat and poured its blood all over his naked body. As the blood flow started to cease, the woman punched the gem, shattering it and rendering the demon lifeless.

“You are now human,” the woman said. “But the demon is still inside of you as well as your soul.”

She tossed him a folder.

“This is your life. Learn it. Do not chase after the Slayer.”

A moment later she was gone.



Two months later:

Cameron ran over the Terminator with the truck, throwing open the door, she held out her hand to the cowering John Connor.

“Come with me if you want to live.”

Mission Objective: Saving John Connor, initiated.



I own neither Buffy, the movie, the series or Terminator, movies or series.

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