“Just why are we leaving town Buffy?” Joyce replied, frowning, somewhat bemused at her daughter, “I mean, I have friends here, the gallery, you have your duty here.”
“Actually,” Buffy grimaced, “it’s kind of the duty that’s taking me away. So, I hear Colorado Springs is good this time of year?”
Joyce dropped the potatoes she was peeling and turned away from the sink, “okay, I’ll bite, what’s in Colorado? Other then the military that is.”
One glance at Buffy’s face was enough, “the military? After what happened with the Initiative you’re going to be working with the military again? Wait, you aren’t thinking of taking them on are you?”
“Well, that at least is a relief,”
“Though we may have to deal with a certain rogue military faction…”
Joyce glanced up to the heavens as if asking for patience, “I don’t want to know. So, what are ‘we’ going to do doing in Colorado then?”
“Saving the world?” Buffy replied nervously.
Joyce laughed, it was a somewhat shrill, stressed laugh, “I should have seen that coming, what from this time? More demons?”
“Actually…” Buffy gulped, glancing at her mothers ‘go on’ expression, “alien invaders.”
Joyce Summers blinked, “Alien Invaders?”
She sighed as Buffy nodded, “I’m the one back in LA in the clinic aren’t I? Being hopped up on drugs because I’ve come to believe my daughter is truly a superhero.”
“God no,” Buffy spat back, shocked, “mum, if you were imagining this, I would have a lot more fun and a lot less pain, hell, sending of Ex’s to hell, hospital visits…”
Joyce winced, “Point taken,”
“It’s important mum,” she replied quietly.
“Then we go, I’ll just have to arrange a transfer for Dawn,”
The guilty, dismayed look on Buffy’s face was enough, and it brought an angry and fearful expression shuttering down her mothers face. Carefully, calmly, Joyce tossed her paring knife into the sink, and turned her whole body to face her daughter.
“Don’t tell me Dawn has become involved please?” Joyce pleaded.
“I see, and just who exactly decided that my youngest would be involved as well?”
“The Powers That Be,” Buffy replied, intimidated by the look in her mothers eyes.
“And just where do I find these ‘Powers That Be’?”
“This,” Xander commented quietly, pointing to a fearful, squirming figure head tight in the jaws of Oz, currently polymorphed as a Sabre-toothed tiger, “is a fairly typical vampire of the minion class, not particularly intelligent or powerful, dangerous only to the untrained and unaware unless in large numbers,”
Reaching forward, he ripped the cross that Jack had been trying to hide underneath his jacket from his neck and pressed it against the human appearing figure in Oz’s jaws. Said figure began screaming as his skin around the cross began smoking, the smell making Daniel and Samantha back away disturbed but Jack and Teal’c just winced, albeit barely perceptibly in Teal’c case at the many memories of battlefields the smell brought back and stepped forward to better examine the now obviously non-human captive.
Grimly, O’Neill faced Xander, “is the military doing anything about this?”
“Army tried too, NID managed to seize control of the project,”
O’Neill glanced at the vampire, not needing to ask how well that had gone, “bastards, they dead?”
“For the most part, it was the Army personnel already assigned to the project who died though Walsh, who was NID to the core, was killed and reanimated by the NID’s latest toy, Adam,” Xander shrugged, “destroyed Adam, saved what we could and the Army ended up catching the flak for the failed project.”
“Was Riley part of this project?” Daniel asked perceptively.
Xander nodded, “publicly, he’s listed as AWOL but those in the know generally scupper any attempt to track him down, in reality he’s sort of our unofficial liaison to the Army, couldn’t get full jackets on you guys though.”
Nodding, Jack made a mental note to investigate which Army officers had been trying to pull his file recently, “so, how do we kill it,”
Xander snorted, “well not with garlic, all it does is irritate their noses, but stakes, decapitation, fire, sunlight, even holy water if you’re clever with it will kill vampires,”
Oz growled, the sound making the vampire trapped between his jaws whimper, and Oz bit down, shaking his head violently. The vampires head went one way, the legs flew off another and the whole creature dusted.
Xander grimaced, not noticing the subtle and not so subtle collectively wincing by the members of SG-1, “or there’s that, but the dust tastes bloody awful and frankly, washing your mouth out is highly recommended pretty damn quickly. The thought of accidentally eating vamp dust is not funny.”
“No,” Jack gulped, sending a glance of horrified admiration at Oz, “I would guess not.”