Disclaimers: Do not claim ownership. Made for fun, not profit.

Warnings: Language

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"They're coming back!"

Sam stopped her pacing, and looked at the young brunette. The other woman was strangely calm for a kidnapee, especially since she had only come out of her tranquilliser hangover a few hours ago. The drug they had used had not been easy on them, and she had a feeling that the kidnappers had set their doses for a large adult male, who would require more to take down, and who would metabolise the drug quick than a female. Hence the hangovers.

After a moment, she began to hear their kidnappers approach the door. It opened, and the one with the tranq gun entered the room first, followed by the other man carrying a lithe blonde across his shoulders. He walked a little way into the room before dumping the unconscious woman onto the bare floor. He shrugged a little, as if to relieve his shoulders. "For a little girl, she sure is heavy," he grumbled. "We better get going – you still owe me. I had to carry the last one in, too, and I want something to eat," he continued as they left the room. "Not like she's going to be up for a while. Three damn shots..." his voice was cut off by the closing door.

Sam grimaced. If they had shot her three times, this could be very bad. She didn't know the drug they had used, so she didn't know what the lethal dose would be, but three times what would take down a healthy male was well and truly more than she should have received.

They approached the new woman, but the brunette, Dawn, stopped Sam as she was about to check on her. Without getting too close, all Sam could see was that the girl was breathing regularly, which was still a good sign. She wanted to check her heart rate, look for bruises, something. The way the man had just dropped her to the hard floor had been shockingly callous, but Dawn's grip on her wrist meant she couldn't get close.

The new woman's eyes flew open, and Sam started back, gasping. "Fucking idiots," the woman ground out, then … Honestly, Sam didn't know what she did, but the blonde had somehow gone from flat on her back, stretched out away from them, to on her feet, facing them. It had involved some sort of flip, and maybe a handstand, but it had occurred in a seamless movement that looked more a home in a martial arts movie.

And there was Dawn, grinning at the newcomer. The newcomer that was scowling, and vertical, and how did that happen if she had been hit by three tranquilliser darts only a hour or so ago? It had taken her some six or more hours to even regain consciousness, let alone how long it had taken her to be able to move with any semblance of normalcy, and, just, how?

"For the love of one-eyed carpenters, Dawnie, tell me you didn't break number two!" the blonde demanded.

The other girl scoffed. "Of course I didn't! And they haven't even found it yet! And it's not like -" she broke off suddenly, shifting awkwardly.

"It's not like ...?" the blonde hissed, sliding closer. Sam frowned, but didn't interfere. Dawn looked uncomfortable, not truly scared. "What's it not like, Dawnie? It's not like it was a Tuesday, and you went out without protection?"

"Oh, come on!" Dawn whined. "There was this really cute guy, and it was his only night off."

"We have talked about this, Dawnie. It's one of the natural laws. Xander attracts scary women, Willow looks good with white hair, your sister has a stick up her arse the size of Poland, and YOU GET KIDNAPPED! No ifs, no buts, you do not leave the house without protection, especially on a Tuesday! And now here I am, and Xander -" she stopped suddenly, as if all the air had been sucked from the room.

"Oh, goddess!" Dawn moaned. "Xander – was he with you? What happened? Gwennie?"

The other woman had stalked off, running her hands over her head. "I'll kill them," she muttered. "If anything has happened to him, I'll fucking kill them!"

Strangely, Sam couldn't find anything wrong with that statement.