Disclaimer: Don’t own any of the characters from BtVS, wish I did, would be doing something much more fun, other than playing around in Joss’s sandbox. Also don’t own GI Joe as Hasbro owns them.
Shipwreck was still in shock as he walked through the building toward the back, he heard cursing coming from a courtyard and stood at the door to watch the young man, his son work.
“Of course they don’t know their own strength, but seriously using a dresser as a target is going too far,” he grumbled as he sanded the new top for the dresser, before getting ready to hammer it in place.
Shipwreck looked at the scars that crisscrossed the man’s back, some were quite unique, and others he knew came from a rough childhood. He pushed open the door quietly and spoke, “Umm hi, apparently I’m your dad.”
Just as he spoke, Xander had been about to hammer in a nail, of course the distraction caused him to hit his thumb, the outburst seemed vaguely familiar.
“Son of a bitch, whoever you are, I’m going to hang you from the yard arm, send you express delivery to Davy Jones,” Xander growled as he sucked on his thumb, then his mind processed what was said. Taking the sore thumb out of his mouth, “Excuse me did you just say you are my father?”
Shipwreck looked quite uncomfortable, he saw the eye patch and wondered what had happened to the kid, then heard the question.
“Umm yeah, according to your hacker friend inside, I’m your father,” he said quietly.
“I see,” Xander said while he looked the sailor over. “Is there a particular reason you are listed as shipwrecked?”
“That’s my code name, Shipwreck,” he said, “I work for GI Joe.”
Nodding and turning back to the dresser, hammering in the last nail for the top and then setting the hammer down as he seemed to be thinking things over.
“So how’s that working out for you and why do you have a Polymorph on your shoulder,” Xander asked.
Shipwreck shook his head and then processed what was asked, “Polly? You mean my parrot?”
Xander grinned at his father then looked at the bird, “You mean to say he doesn’t know about the real nature of the world?”
Polly shook his head and sighed, it was nice being a parrot, but it looked like reality was going to be annoying.
“Good thing Giles is here, because the speech needs to be done with a true British accent,” Xander said with a smirk. “But why don’t you tell me about GI Joe.”
Shipwreck frowned and began to explain about how helping two guys and a dog in the desert had turned into him joining the unit dedicated to stopping Cobra.
“So let me get this straight, a guy with a snake fetish is trying to take over the world and you and your team tries to stop him,” Xander asked.
“That’s pretty much it, they have come close a couple of times, but we always seem to stop them in the end,” Shipwreck answered.
“Figures stopping apocalypses would run in the family, follow me, Giles gets to give his speech,” Xander said as they walked back inside. “Oh and how did you find me here?”
“We met this green guy who had me sing and he said to come here,” Shipwreck answered.
“Ah Lorne,” Xander said with a nod, “Makes sense.”
As they entered the lobby, he saw Giles reading while Willow seemed to be blowing away another man with her babble.
“You mean to say it isn’t a backdoor as much as a side window that is only open at certain times of day,” Mainframe exclaimed.
“Exactly, and unless you knew the window times it wouldn’t be possible to break into your system,” Willow said with an embarrassed smile.
“But how did you get in at other times,” Mainframe asked completely blown away.
“Umm magic,” Willow said with a slight smile.
“Willow are you confusing the nice man,” Xander said with a grin. “Guess what. Dad here gets to get the speech.”
Willow perked up and grinned at Giles, who was already grumbling about cheeky Californians.
“Yes, well, the world is older than you know…” Giles began as the two Scoobies sat back and enjoyed the show.
The two Joes were sitting there in a state of shock after Giles had finished, Willow handed Xander a dollar as he grinned.
“Five, four, three, two, one,” Polly counted out loud from Xander’s shoulder.
“What do you mean demons and vampires exist,” Mainframe asked.
“One girl is in charge of keeping the world running,” Shipwreck shouted.
Polly by this time was laughing at his friend’s reaction and that of Mainframe, “of course you are talking to the people who help her out. Meet the Scoobies.”
Xander raised an eyebrow at Polly, “You know?”
“Of course, there aren’t many in the ‘world’ who haven’t heard of you,” Polly replied. “Though why is there more than one slayer in the building?”
Giles frowned, Willow blushed and Xander sighed, “Big mouth bird, you realize they are going to ask now.”
Polly flew toward the corner laughing then landed on top of a book shelf.
“We need to tell the general what we’ve found here,” Mainframe said then noticing the pointed looks he was getting from everyone, “At least regarding the breach and something about the rest.”
Heading outside Mainframe called the general and began to explain everything that had happened. When he mentioned the names Rupert Giles and Alexander Harris, he was ordered to stop talking.
“Listen to me very carefully Mainframe,” the general said, “I know exactly who those people are and what they do. You are not authorized to speak of this with anyone outside of who is there. I do want you to pass along a message to Mr. Giles for me.”
Mainframe nodded and wrote down the message word for word then asked, “When should we report back to HQ?”
The general sighed and looked at the threat monitor for a moment then answered, “You two are on leave starting now. I’ll contact you if that changes, until then good work tracking down the breach.”
Mainframe hung up the phone and walked back inside the Hyperion. “Mr. Giles, Mr. Harris,” he began, “General Hawk asked me to pass along the following message. GI Joe is not the Initiative, nor would we tolerate that type of operation. If you need assistance keeping the world spinning call and ask.”
Xander and Giles looked at each other and nodded then actually relaxed for a bit as Shipwreck began telling stories of their various encounters with Cobra, staring with a giant germ that enjoyed apples a bit too much.
AN: Polymorph – basically can become any type of creature she wants and well she likes being a parrot.
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