Airport Coffee Shop
Title: Airport Coffee Shop
Author: Bastard Snow
Disclaimer: Don’t own any of it
Summary: The Scoobies have a late-night lay-over in Chicago, and meet a face that’s a little *too* familiar.
A/N: This is what happens when fanfic authors talk. No good can come of it.
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“There you are!” A man – a kind of a scary man, with an eye patch – ran up to her and threw his arm over her shoulder, and started guiding her away. “When did you change clothes? Come on, Buffy and Faith are waiting for us in the coffee shop.”
“Oh, by the way, we flipped coins already. You’re stuck with Buffy the cover-hog, if we have to crash here tonight.”
“I know, I know, it’s not fair. You slept with Buffy last night. But this is an unexpected stop, and we have to make certain sacrifices.”
“Excuse me!” Michelle said, stomping on the man’s foot.
“Ow!” he yelled, hopping around for a moment. “Will, what the hell?”
“Will? Who’s Will?”
“Um,” he said. “You are? Willow, what’s going on?”
“My name isn’t Willow.”
“This isn’t funny.”
“Kinda not laughing…”
“Okay, is this like that time you cast that spell and everybody forgot who they were? Only this time it’s affecting only you, and… changing your clothes somehow?”
“Okay, listen, you’re kind of freaking me out here? So I’m just gonna go find my husband, mmkay?”
Michelle started to walk away when the man grabbed her arm. “Ow!” she cried.
“Willow, seriously, this isn’t funny.”
“Hey, what’s goin’ on?” asked a dark-haired woman.
“This man is assaulting me,” Michelle said, glaring at the one-eyed freak.
The woman cocked an eyebrow, and looked between them. “You guys are the weirdest friends, you know that? Come on, I think B’s waitin’ in the coffee shop.”
“I’m not going anywhere with you people!” Michelle raised her voice, in the hopes that she would draw the attention of some security people. She was really starting to get scared.
A short, cheerleadery blonde walked up to them followed by a redhead who looked like –
“Oh my God!” they yelled simultaneously. Except maybe the other her said Goddess?
As Michelle took a step backwards, but the brunette girl moved behind her so fast that Michelle wasn’t entirely sure the girl hadn’t been there, anyway. And also, her hands were bound behind her back.
As the blonde and redhead – almost a clone of herself – stared, mouths gaping, the one-eyed man reached beneath his jacket in a move Michelle had seen many times – when men in movies reached for their guns.
* * * * *
“Jesus!” Xander yelled. He slapped his free hand over the not-Willow’s mouth.
“Xander!” Willow whispered urgently. “That’s not me, you can’t just…” she gestured at him with her hands.
“But she might be evil! The last not-you was evil!”
“Xander, does she look like a… one of them? Look at her skin!”
“It’s pretty pale.”
“Warm, too,” Faith said, still holding the woman’s hands together. “But ‘one of them’ isn’t all she could be.”
Buffy sighed. “I think she’s done screaming, though.”
Xander looked at her oddly, and Buffy gestured towards not-Willow’s mouth.
“Oh, right.” Xander pulled his hand away from not-Willow’s mouth, and just as he was about to apologize, he was tackled without warning from the left. Xander rolled with the hit – which was surprisingly weak for such a quick hit – grabbed his assailant’s arms and flung him across the hallway and into a line of baggage carts, spilling them out all over the floor.
“Jim!” squeaked not-Willow.
“Ah! I’m okay,” said Xander’s attacker. “I’ll save you, sweetie!”
Jim set himself to charge.
“Everybody, just calm down!” Buffy said, stepping between Xander and Jim. “We need to figure out what the hell is going on.”
“Those were my thoughts exactly.”
They all turned towards the voice and saw three men in security uniforms with their hands blatantly on their weapons.
“Sorry, officers,” Buffy said, stepping towards them. “Just a misunderstanding. Nothing to worry about.”
“Well,” said the head officer. “I guess we’ll just see about that ourselves. If you all would just follow me?”
Xander shook his head in disgust.
“Son of a bitch,” Faith muttered as she released Michelle from her grasp. “I hate getting arrested.”
End Chapter 1