A/N- And back to the Buffster. If you haven't realized, I write really short and sweet chapters because I get bored easily. Tehe. And carpal tunnel is no fun.

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And once again, I don't own Buffy or Angel, sadly. If I did, Cordelia and Angel would have run off happily into the figurative sunset. Not a literal one. For obvious reasons.

"Do you know where my sweater is?" asked Buffy, leaning over a half-packed suitcase.

"I still don't completely understand," said Buffy's 17 year old sister (for all intensive purposes) Dawn.

Before Buffy could answer, the phone rang.

"Could you…?" asked Buffy, arching one eyebrow at her younger sister expectantly.

At 17, Dawn still felt she was always treated as a child. Still, Dawn stomped off bitterly towards the phone, "Hello?"

Dawn listened for a moment, then replied, "Yeah, one second." She walked the phone to Buffy and with her palm covering the receiver, said, "It's a General Graham?"

General Graham was in charge of a "special" military co-opt trained to capture, kill, and study demons. Buffy had met him through an old boyfriend, Riley, a member of the "special" co-opt.

Buffy took the phone. "Hello General Graham. I see the florist gave you my message," Buffy smirked as a memory from about three years prior floated through her brain.

"And wonderful to hear from you again, Miss Summers. Now what seems to be the problem?"

"It's about the Hurricane," Buffy explained, "I'm sure you know all about it. Hurricane Aikya, I believe. Everyone's calling it a marvel, hurricanes being so uncommon in Western Europe. No one realizes what's gonna' happen until it's too late."

"Once again you are right, Miss Summers. The military plans on assisting. Rescuing and keeping the peace. But why are you getting involved? I didn't know of any demonic involvement," the general asked.

Buffy bit her lip as she decided how to explain, "Neither do we. But with a storm of this rarity and size, it's more than a possibility. But we figured we'd send over our troops, in case some extra strength is needed.

"Indeed," said Graham, "I'm sure these people will certainly be in use of an army of slayers. So, I suspect you want transportation?"

"And perhaps lodgings, whatever else you can spare."

"No problem. I'll send helicopters as soon as the storm lets down. That's when the real fun begins."

"Great," Buffy replied sarcastically, "You can contact Rupert Giles, my watcher, for all the arrangements."

"Will do."

"Thanks again, General."

"Anytime."

Buffy hung up the phone and returned to her attention back to the contents of her suitcase.

"So what exactly are we going to do over there?" asked Dawn impatiently, her arms crossed over her chest in her usual teen angst manner.

"Well," Buffy began, never looking up from her suitcase, "There's going to be flooding, we're talking 'Gather the animals' flooding. Fires, too. So I suppose rescuing people from homes, preventing looting,…collecting the bodies," Buffy said quietly.

"Won't it upset some of the girls who are from there? Molly and…and Bailey. They haven't even been home in months. What if they find…?"

Here, Buffy finally looked up. "They're strong girls, Dawn. They'll get through it."

"If we do," Dawn muttered, not very comforted by her sister's words.

"Hmmm…what was that?" Buffy asked.

"Oh, nothing."

A/N- Are two author notes annoying? Oh well. Does anyone get the florist reference? If you do, tell me and I'll give you another virtual hug. And Aikya sounds like a very odd name for a hurricane, but there's a meaning behind it. Can anyone figure it out?