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Manhattan, New York.
The Stark Tower.
Buffy walked with Dawn to the dinning nook in the kitchen. She had a croissant in her mouth. She saw a bleary eyed Willow walk into the kitchen from one of the bedrooms.
Tony Stark had insisted that everyone stay. As he explained it: he had the room, and most of downtown Manhattan was destroyed.
Everyone thanked him and took him up on his generous offer. During the night there was a flurry of activity with people coming and going in a hurry.
Buffy and Giles were exhausted, having fought their own seasonal Apocalypse. They ignored the noise in favor of sleep. With a slayer team on site, they felt secure enough to grab much needed rest.
"Wiwo..." she quickly swallowed her bite and tried again, "Willow?"
Willow paused as she processed the fact that someone was talking to her. It took another couple of seconds to identify the person doing the talking. "Yes Buffy?" she tried to put a smile in it, but it came out pretty weak.
"What's the what?" Buffy asked, she put down the rest of her croissant.
"Xander's fault." she kept her answer to a bare minimum.
"Reallly. I thought you were only into girls. I didn't know you still had a hankering for some Xander lovin'" she teased. The smile on her face took the edge off.
Willow blinked as she tried to process that last sentence. She looked at Dawn, who was having a coughing fit and hiding behind her own sandwich. She turned to her only hope. The coffee maker had a fresh pot in it. She grabbed a cup and took a quick drink. It was hot, but her new and improved Willow managed the heat without a problem. She went over the sentence again in her head.
By his time Dawn had dropped the sandwich and was laughing her ass off on he ground.
That was the picture Rupert Giles walked in on the scene with a smile on his face, a light heart and a bounce in his step. He looked at the scene in front of him and smiled. For the first the first time in years, all his children were together, safe and sound. On top of that he woke up without any pains or aches since he was assigned as Watcher to Buffy a decade and a half ago.
"I take it you found something humorous to laugh about?"
Dawn pointed at Willow and cracked up again.
"Yes I agree. That is indeed Willow." he turned from Dawn to Willow, "Did you tell a funny anecdote of some sort perhaps?"
"Jeez Will. You're really out of it. What did Xander do to you last night?" Buffy got off her chair and pulled her best friend into a hug.
"He took me to see some lady in a coma. She, she needed help. Someone was holding her spirit hostage in the nightmare realm. I had to go in and bargain for her release. After that I cured a minor disease she had, but it was the Nightmare thing that did me in. That damn spear really did a job on me when he slipped that bit of DNA strand into everyone." she huffed.
"Aw c'mon Willow. You've done more difficult spells in your sleep. Why did this one do you in?"
"Buffy it's not the difficulty that did me in. It was the attention to detail that I had to monitor to make sure no one became a hideous deformed monster. We're talking about combining Human and Asgardian DNA with the essence of a Primal group empowerment. That's what did me in, and on top of that I didn't get enough rest with Stark pestering me about something I can't even recall right now. It's just for some reason I can't say no to Xander when he gets all serious and stuff."
"Didn't you get the same power-up as the rest of us?"
"Yes, but I was the one guiding the power-up wave, and if Gaea didn't want this to happen. Yeaaash. I wouldn't want to be us when it was over."
"Buffy haven't you noticed that you could probably peel Tony Stark out of his armor, while it was powered up?"
"Not really. But now that you mention it, it does fell like I'm holding the Slayer Scythe. Even though I'm not. I'm all charged up and ready to go, and stuff..."
"Speaking of ready to go, so should we. We have an early morning appointment with the President. We should try not to miss it. I was about to ask Willow to send us to the British embassy, but I think we'll try another way. Dawn?"
"Have you been to the British embassy in Washington D.C. recently?"
"Yep. I can send you guys there no problem. What's your meeting about?"
"Xander sent a list of names that we need to discuss with the President. Some names have already disappeared, and other we need to interview to find out just how out of touch these people are. So could you?"
"Sure. Any time you're ready."
"Well you maybe ready, but I'm not. I need to. Uh a whole new wardrobe if we're meeting the President. Look at me." she waved at he outfit. She had come directly from combating the latest big bad and she had to borrow clothes. These didn't even fit properly.
"Buffy I doubt there any shops open at this time. Most establishments would be closed due to the disaster that has befallen the city."
"New clothes or no meeting. You decide." she said with steel in her gaze.
He sighed. He knew his slayer well. On his she would not budge. And he did not need a reminder of being a non budget type person again. The last time she did that it went on for years. "We, we, we could shop in Washington. I am certain the shops there would be open."
"Okay. What are we waiting for? I know the perfect place to get that new summer wardrobe I want." she pulled her protesting watcher to the. Enter if the room and Dawn did her thing.