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Summary: Maggie Walsh doesn't take kindly to what she considers as betrayal, disloyalty or disobedience.

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Multiple Crossings > Buffy-CenteredGreywizardFR1811,218082,8805 Aug 115 Aug 11Yes
Disclaimer: The Buffy characters all belong to Crack-Head Joss and ME. The Wildstorm and DC Universe characters and concepts belong to DC Comics. Deal with it. I have.

Category: Multi-crossover.

Time Frame: Begins during the BtVS season four, episode thirteen, 'The I In Team.'

Spoilers: None intended, but if you don’t know what happened up to this point, why are you reading this story?

Character Bashing: Well, Maggie is portrayed as the vicious and sociopathic bitch that she was, and her minions don't come off too well, either, but everyone else seems to be fine, so I can live with that.

Feedback: Of course!

Archiving: Talk to me first, please.

Author’s Note 1: This one is unbeta'd, as all of these submissions will be.

Author’s Note 2: As usual, “word” indicates speech, :: word :: indicates mental communication and { word } indicates a character's thoughts.

Author’s Note 3: This is my story #4 for Challenge 6471: August Fic-A-Day 2011.

Author’s Note 4: Part of the initial dialogue is taken from transcripts from BtVS Episode Guides and Transcripts (


The Initiative complex
The lab behind door 314

February 8, 2000

"I think we've got a situation," Dr. Maggie Walsh stated as she entered the highly secured room holding Experiment 314

Her assistant, Dr. Francis Angleman paused and looked up from his work to ask, "The Slayer?"

"She's becoming a liability," Walsh declared as she paced back and forth in front of the table holding their latest experiment.

"We knew that was a danger," Angleman reminded his superior. "Does she know about the project?"

"She knows it exists," Maggie answered with a frown. "She already holds too much influence over Riley – over Agent Finn."

"So, we move to the contingency scenario?" Angleman asked, his forehead furrowing with concern about their work.

"Right away, " Walsh confirmed.

"That's too bad," Angleman commented idly. "She could have been a powerful ally."

"I know," Walsh nodded.

"And Finn will take it hard," Angleman noted, surreptitiously watching for Walsh's reaction from the corner of his eye.

"Well, if he cares about what happens to the little tramp so much, maybe he should join her," Walsh half-snarled as she considered her assistant's words.

"Use both of them for Project Cadmus?" Angleman asked, looking up from his work with an incredulous expression.

"Yes," Walsh snapped, her eyes gleaming with outraged jealousy. "The great Miles Craven has already indicated he wants his own pair of pet superhumans, so I don't see any reason for us to make them just one at a time, do you?!"

"Uh, no, Dr. Walsh," the sycophantic lackey immediately shook his head vigorously, in denial of his boss's question. "Not at all.

"I'll start getting the equipment ready immediately," he volunteered. "With any luck, we can initiate the procedures shortly after lunch."

"Excellent, Francis," Maggie smiled upon hearing his comment. "And use the Pennington and Keane samples that bitch, Baiule, provided us last week for Summers and Finn, respectively."

"Of course, Dr. Walsh," Angleman nodded. "I'll get right one it."


Buffy and Riley had only just completed their debriefing and were cleaning up in their respective locker rooms when both chambers were flooded with a quick-acting anesthetic gas. It was so effective that Buffy had barely made it to the entrance before she collapsed to the floor.


Maggie smiled with malicious satisfaction as she listened to the screams of agony issuing from the gene implantation tanks.

"Mess with me, will you?" she muttered under her breath as she cheerfully visualized the pair who'd dared defy her writhing in unending and unrelenting pain as their bodies were rebuilt to her specifications. No matter how strong someone's will might be, no one could come out of that with their mind intact.

And she'd be waiting, once the process was finally complete, to reprogram both of those empty, drooling minds so that their only desire would be to follow her every whim.

She smiled with satisfaction as she considered exactly what tasks she would have her minions perform, once they were suitably reprogrammed.

Yes, things were working out quite satisfactorily.


February 15, 2000

The demonically enhanced cyborg stood looking down at the two tanks whose control panels were now blinking in repeating sequences.

Reaching down, he carefully punched in a series of codes, making the blinking stop. A moment later, a series of clicks indicated that the tanks were unlocking.

A few seconds after the clicking ceased, the doors of both tanks swung open, and two naked figures, glistening from the amniotic-like fluid in which they had previously been immersed, staggered out of the cylinders.

"Greetings," the cyborg gave the dripping figures who were watching it/him curiously a ghastly smile. "I'm a kinematically redundant, biomechanical demonoid designed by Maggie Walsh. She called me Adam, and I called her mother. She was responsible for your transformations from your previous typical human forms, so you may refer to her as mother, also."

"Maggie…Walsh," the smaller figure half-croaked, her voice hoarse from all of the screaming she'd done while immersed. "…she?"

"I killed her," Adam answered. "She was attempting to alter my programming…"

The cyborg's explanation was interrupted quite abruptly as both members of the newly released pair screamed, "YOU KILLED HER?!", an instant before they both attacked it/him.

Instead of the physical attack the cyborg had been half-expecting, though, each of the transformed former captives unexpectedly floated up into the air as a sheath of orange and red flames surrounded the petite blonde and a flickering green aura encased the larger man, and blinding bursts of energy issued from their hands, immolating and incinerating the demonic hybrid.

"WHO ARE WE SUPPOSED TO KILL NOW?" the smaller figure screamed in frustration before abruptly calming down as her companion suggested, "How about everyone else in here?"

"That sounds good to me," the blonde smiled. "Let's go."

Maggie Walsh had, as usual, been completely right in her assessment of the mental condition of both of her involuntary test subjects, when she'd predicted that no one would be able to survive the gene implantation process with their sanity intact.

What she hadn't considered, due to a complete lack of knowledge of its existence, was that the Slayer Spirit would take control of the shattered remnants of Buffy Summers' psyche, after the unbearable pain of the process had destroyed her mind.

Or that the Slayer Spirit, recognizing Buffy Summers' blossoming affection for the man similarly trapped in the other tank, would reach out and reassemble enough of the other's fractured mind to allow it to focus its attention and allegiance to the body the Slayer Spirit now inhabited.

Now that the pair had been freed from their imprisonment, however, it was time for all of the people responsible for their torture to be punished.

Unfortunately for everyone currently working in the base it was headquartered in, their association with Maggie Walsh had irrevocably marked them as evil, and it was the task of the Slayer and those she chose to work with, to destroy evil wherever they discovered it, since evil would, eventually and inevitably, choose to consort with demons, in order to gain power over their fellow humans.

And that was something the Slayer would never allow to happen.


The official explanation of a 'rogue meteorite strike' as the cause of the complete and total devastation of the Lowell House fraternity building at UC Sunnydale was never fully accepted by the general public, although there was never any general consensus as to the true cause of the building's destruction.

Most people, however, tended to agree that the few survivors' insistence that two people --- both of whom, according to the stories, were naked, as well as being able to fly and encase themselves in flames -- were the sole cause of the destruction, was just too outlandish to accept.


Author's post-script: If anyone wants to pick this up and run with it, you're more than welcome to do so. Just let me know, so I can track it, okay?

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