Disclaimer: I don't own Buffy or Stargate, wish I did. Be doin', like, all kindsa crossovers!
Summary: Buffy and Faith are having dinner in O’Mallys Bar still on their road trip. In walk’s a Colonel, an Archeologist, and an Astrophysicist…
Author's notes: I thought, "Buffy has got to meet a lot people in her line of work." So, here ya go
“Oooh, these steaks are to DIE for!” Buffy exclaimed between bites.
Faith smirked behind her stack of steaks smugly and said, “Told ya so!”
Slowing down Buffy softly asked, “So, what do you think about those fledges?”
“I know, right?” Faith remarked.
“It was almost as if they were actually protecting this area…”
Buffy’s voice trailed off as she focused on the three people that just entered O’Mallys. They walked like seasoned fighters, but it was the woman that gained her attention. Buffy gasped in shock realizing the woman moved like a Slayer. Faith looked up at her intake of breath eyes widening watching the blond woman stalk into the bar.
Exchanging glances they spoke with lifted eyebrows and a nod of the head. Continuing to eat the original Chosen Two watched the small group out of the corner of their eyes. Faith grinned when their waitress stopped at the groups table. Buffy smiled in kind when they overheard them ordering as much food as the Slayers did.
At one point Buffy leaned over to Faith and whispered, “Check out their fancy bracelets. I’m getting a ‘hum’ on my ‘Slaydar’.”
Faith nodded her agreement, but continued to chow down on her steaks.
Buffy and Faith finished eating before the trio did so the girls headed over to a pool table with a couple of beers. Striking up a conversation with some Salty-Goodness they half played pool and half watched that strange group.
Shortly the strange blond struck up a game of pool a couple tables over, fleecing some guys of their money. After winning the last one she asked, “Double or nothing?”
Her mark, um… opponent exclaimed, “No, I’ll cut my losses.”
Buffy watched the dirty blond man with glasses smirk and mutter, “Smart move.”
The loser of the pool game snaped, “What are you laughing at you geek!” as the target of his ire was moving away.
Said target turned, looked at his friends and asks, “Geek?” then turns giving the utterer of the insult a considering gaze asking, “Excuse me?”
The older guy warned lightly saying, “Just let it go.”
The younger man, his sensibility impinged smiled and said, “No, not this time.”
The ‘insulter’ challenged him, saying, “Yeah, what you gonna do about it?” like some playground bully. At that the Chosen Two slowly slid around their pool table. Sharing a considering look they laid down their pool sticks, took up their beer, and moved slowly away from the chaos about to erupt.
Faith muttered sotto voice, “Oh, this is not gonna end well girlfriend.”
“Yeah,” Buffy agreed just as quietly, “but for who?” giving it a moments consideration she wondered, “or is that whom?”
Faith smirked as two of the group of bullies surrounded the older man and two more around the younger guy. The jerk dealing the insults glared at the blond woman whom smiled sweetly at him. The older guy looked around taking in the situation with an air of experience cementing in the Slayer’s mind that this guy was definitively military.
“Well, this is a cliché`,” he uttered, derision clear in his voice.
His younger friend simply raised an eyebrow at his remark to which the older man shrugged and said, “Ok.”
Pandemonium broke as the older soldier grabbed one of the bullies and threw him… one handed.
Buffy and Faith were sitting under a pool table as bodies started flying. Watching the action from their safe haven Faith started giggling.
Looking at her sister Slayer in shock Buffy asked, “You’re giggling? You giggle? Wait, why are you giggling?”
Faith gestured outward stating the obvious, “I’m in a bar. There’s a bar fight. I didn’t start it and I’m not in it.”
Buffy considered her words for a few seconds then shuddered, “Is this one of those signs of an apocalypse?”
“I know, right!”