There are few things scarier then a mother determined to protect her child. That was not something Xander Harris had ever experienced from his own mother, but it was certainly something he picked up on damn quick when he arrived at the Summers house with basic nanocontrollers and belts for Dawn.
Subsequently, he left the house minus two sets of nanocontrollers and with an increased dose and respect for the senior Summers, who had momentarily appeared as dark red (major shit-your-pants threat) on his NCU in the middle of her tirade, despite being nothing more then ordinary, unboasted human.
Needless to say, he wasn’t going to argue when she too demanded nanocontrollers, and the org, as a result, gained another bureaucrat.
Oh yes, and Xander decided, quite wisely, never ever to piss off Mrs Summers.
In the meantime, Colonel O’Neill was making a lengthy phonecall to General Hammond, a phone call which, unsurprisingly enough where SG-1 was concerned involved the General reaching once more for the industrial strength Antacids.
“Vampires are real,”
“Are you sure they aren’t just some form of alien? I mean, there has to be a scientific explanation for this…”
“According to Carter, the scientific explanation is that they’re demons,” O’Neill shook his head, “she been acting oddly the last couple of days though, kinda self-shocked ever since she and Willow had some sort of discussion involving long boring words.”
Sensibly, Hammond didn’t comment.
“Still, she says she’s convinced and I trust her so…”
Hammond groaned, “I will be having a long discussion with Carter when she gets back,”
“If you’re lucky, you may even understand half of it,”
“Colonel!” Hammond spat out reprimandingly even as he privately admitted his agreement to himself.
“So, we’re getting reinforcements,”
“Are you sure they can be trusted?”
“Yes,” O’Neill didn’t hesitate; Hammond didn’t fail to notice this.
“Not sure, certainly enough for a full team,” O’Neill replied, “still some questions over whose staying, who’s coming. The local area needs a team permanent, but their full strength is very much overkill for normal operations,”
“Is there a need for rapid response to Sunnydale?”
“Oh yes,” O’Neill grimaced, “if only half of what I have heard is true, then we need to set up a Bright Boy level response procedure for this town.”
Hammond blinked, “Do I really want to know?”
“Not over the phone, no.”
“Fine, get me a list as soon as possible and I will try to set up clearances,”
“Some of these kids will already have clearances,” O’Neill commented.
“Let me guess,” Hammond finally responded, “not over the phone, even a secured line?”
“I don’t like this,” Giles commented, glancing around the room at the assembled Org members, “we are leaving Sunnydale without any of our more effective researchers,”
“Not that we have had to do much researching the last few months,” Xander pointed out.
“True,” Giles replied, “but the whole strength of the Org was here. Frankly, with full strength most of the creatures I would otherwise have to research, we were able to just batter into submission. However, with reduced strength and with us being far enough away to make rapid response problematical, not to mention, this gate the military is supposed to control, we need somebody here who is good at research, and you’ve placed both of our best researchers on the team headed for this ‘SGC’”
“That certainly a point, but Oz, Faith, Riley and Tara should be able to hold the hellmouth,”
“I should go with you,” Tara shakily interjected, “my visions haven’t… they’ve never included the hellmouth, it has always been Dawn and the Stargate.”
“A point,” Xander admitted, “but that leaves Sunnyhell under strength now,”
“Willow has to go to the SGC,” Buffy interjected, “that we can’t change. These guys might be our best hope for new NCU’s, new nanoprograms, her expertise is needed.”
Jenny glared at the Slayer, who grimaced, sending the technopagan turned nanotechnician an apologetic glance, “which means Jenny needs to go to the SGC too, as the new stuff is their joint project.”
“Which means Giles has to come as well,” Xander concluded, “I’m not going to split you two up,”
Giles shot Jenny a resigned look, who bit her lip but reluctantly nodded in agreement, “I am afraid you may have too. Sunnydale needs a researcher on site, which means me or Willow. Willows work may benefit the all of us and as much as it pains me to say it, if that means we have to carry on a long distance relationship, then that is what we must do.”
Xander sighed, but nodded, “I was hoping to avoid that.”
“So,” Riley frowned, glancing up from a sheet of paper, now covered in writing, strike-through, notes, “Giles must stay here, Willow and Jenny need to go to the SGC as do Tara and Dawn due to the visions, both Mrs Summers and Buffy are headed for the SGC as well because Dawn has to go…”
Riley shook his head, “that’s one for Sunnydale and seven so far for the SGC with five to be assigned,”
“Great,” Cordelia snorted, “think we can get it right on this, what is it, the tenth attempt?”
“I’ll stay,” Faith leant backwards in her seat, the front legs rising off the ground, “you need a tank in good old Sunnyhell anyway, but we’ll need a healer.”
Riley grunted, “Xander, Oz or Cordelia for healer,”
“I go with Willow,” Oz replied.
“Shit,” Xander commented disgusted, “I had hoped to go to the SGC,”
“Oh, don’t stop on my account,” Cordelia snorted, “who am I to stop the geekgasms the first time you set foot on another world?”
“I won’t leave you Cordy, and the Sunnydale crew does need a healer,”
“Fine, you go, I’ll stay, simple see?” Her expression betrayed how simple it wasn’t though.
It was Riley who broke the awkward silence that followed, “I’ll stay too, can’t leave just three people covering this town,”
Xander nodded, “okay, those who are going, go and pack, O’Neill said he would arrange transportation and quarters for us. Those who are staying, well, go scare some monsters for us, okay?”