Air Force Academy Grounds
Buffy was in a good mood as she entered Arnie's even if she was a running a little bit late. Due to the unseasonably warm weather, she had to make a last minute adjustment to the day's outfit, forgoing her favorite leather pants which, wonder of wonders, Dawn had actually remembered to pick up from the dry cleaners. But weather had been the only negative element of the week. The trip to Washington had gone better than expected. She had finally met her real father and although the first meeting had started out a bit awkwardly, that too had gone better that expected. Buffy's eyes lit up as she spotted Jay sitting with a couple of other cadets. Yep, her week was ending on a high note. Distracted, she didn't notice one of the older cadets heading towards her.
Neidermeyer entered Arnie's with only one thing on his mind and that was putting a particularly obnoxious Fourth Class Cadet in his place. That the cadet lounge was mostly empty was unfortunate, he would have preferred a larger audience for Simpson's overdue comeuppance. No one, let alone a lowly Fourth Class Cadet, was going to show up a Neidermeyer. Thoughts of revenge were put on hold for the moment as he caught sight of rather cute blonde. With that long, untamed hair she certainly wasn't a cadet which was meant she was fair game. He postponed his mission in favor of the new target.
Jay watched the looming disaster in dismay. He quickly excused himself from his friends and headed towards Buffy. If he was lucky, he'd reach her before Neidermeyer did. Neidermeyer thought of himself as quite the ladies' man, most women's opinions notwithstanding. Even in though they were still in the “getting to know” you phase of their relationship, Jay knew that Buffy would not be happy if Neidermeyer ran true to form. He just hoped he arrived before his first foray into an adult relationship since being shrunk went up in flames.
Luck was with Jay as he reached Buffy moments ahead of Neidermeyer.
“Hello Miss Summers,” he greeted her and held her hand.
“Cadet Simpson,” she said before she leaned in to give him a peck on the cheek. “So, what's the plan Jay?”
Jay snaked his arm around her waist and tried to maneuver her out of the older cadet's path. “First, I thought I'd introduce you to Roberts and Eddings before they die of curiosity.”
He knew he failed as the staccato sounds of the Neidermeyer's shoes got louder but it had been worth a try.
Eddings and Roberts watched as Simpson made it to the blonde's side just moments ahead the older cadet.
“You don't think...”
“That that's Jay's girl?” Eddings groaned. “Come on Roberts, time to play the cavalry unless you want to lose your roommate.”
The pair stood up and headed for the trio.
Jay's eyes narrowed as Niedermeyer began his less than subtle moves on Buffy.
She glanced at Jay as if to ask if this guy was for real. As mere Fourth Class cadet, she knew that Jay was at a disadvantage and the older cadet was working it for all he was worth, as if trying to goad Jay into doing something stupid.
“Really, not interested,” she said somewhat exasperated.
Neidermeyer didn't take it gracefully and put his hand on Buffy's left arm as the other two cadets joined them. Jay tensed and removed his arm from her waist.
“Jay, is the Academy infirmary open today?”
The non-sequitor threw him for a moment. “Yes.”
She quickly grabbed Neidermeyer's wrist with her free hand. With a quick twist to the left she threw the cadet off balance and onto the floor.
“Used to date an Army guy,” she said by way of explanation.
The cadet cradled his injured wrist and glared Buffy, Jay and the two newcomers. He was, however, smart enough to keep his mouth shut.
“An Army guy?” Jay didn't keep his mouth shut. Nor did he keep a grin off his face.
“Army Ranger actually. So, I'm guessing these two are friends of yours?”
The four walked away from Neidermeyer as he picked himself up.University of Colorado, Colorado Springs
Cassie knew she was being brat but she didn't really care. She made a quick call to Sam saying that she was going to spend some extra time in the library rather than head over to Daniel's. It wasn't a lie, exactly. She didn't actually say that she was going to study and if Sam was going to add herself to the list of people that had left her behind, she'd just have to find someone else to hang with. She plastered a smile on as a handsome teaching assistant joined her at the table.
“Hi Parker.”Colorado Springs
“You okay with this?” Dawn asked Will as they entered the apartment building and headed up to the second floor where the party was already underway.
“I should be asking you that. I know it's not how we planned to spend the evening but her transfer came through at the last minute. There wasn't much time to plan a farewell party before she shipped out.”
“And your friend that's being transferred?”
“And does Satterfield have a first name?”
“Of course she does,” he stalled.
“Ell.., er ah Elizabeth. I think.” A flush crept across Will's face. “It's just that the military tends to use titles and surnames.”
“And you forgot,” Dawn finished for him. “So, not a close friend.”
“We went to the Academy together but we didn't have much contact there since our majors were different. I really didn't get to know her until just before my current assignment. We went through orientation together.”
“You mean we survived orientation together,” an attractive woman of Asian descent joined them. “Or rather I did. You were 'killed' how many times?”
“And just what kind of orientation gets you 'killed' in a mountain,” Dawn asked. Inwardly she chanted the Initiative was Army, Will's in the Air Force, the Initiative was Army. Her high school near miss with a fledgling vampire notwithstanding, she had no intention of following in her older sister's footsteps.
"An orientation run by a Colonel who used to be Special Forces. He took base security very seriously. So Grogan, are you going to introduce us?"
"Satterfield, may I introduce Dawn Summers. Dawn, Captain Satterfield, United States Air Force."
Dawn raised her eyebrow. She was not letting him off that easy but for now she'd be good.
“So Captain, care to tell me about how the control freak Colonel “killed” Will?”
Well, sort of good.