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Anna-Marie quickly stepped in front of Jon, her slayer instincts, and her care for her friend, blaring for her to protect him. She could feel both alarm and shock from her bond with Jon as a new dimension of the bond between them suddenly flared into life. The English slayer tensed and gave an icy smile towards the approaching Slayer.
Who completely ignored her. "What the Hell are you?" Faith repeated, and casually reached out to grab Jon with her hand. Anna easily intercepted the grab before it reached its target and used her hold to push the other girl firmly backwards.
"Hands off, my Watcher. Faith" She snarled at her.
Faith hadn't been paying any attention to the Red head, and was surprised by the strength and speed of her counter-move. Few Slayers could hold their own against Faith, she was one of the best and knew it. "So the Slayerette wants to try her hand at playing with the big girls," she sneered. There was a moment of silent challenge and then a flurry of moment, as the two slayers battled. Faith had been a slayer a lot longer that Anna, she had fought and trained with the best of them, but for the first time in a long while she found herself pitted against someone who was faster, stronger and more capable. Five minutes later she was on the floor and the red head moved back to stand in front of her Watcher.
"Anyone else?" Anna growled at the diners who had been watching the show. She felt strong and invincible. A moment later all the diners had risen and Anna prepared to defend her Watcher.
Just as she was preparing to descend upon the crowd and beat the crap out of them, Jon pushed past her to address the mob. "We're on the same side here. I think that's enough of that." The command in his voice momentarily halted the antagonists in a group as they listened to what the teen had to say. "Are you saying that you sense some kind of evil in me?"
"No." Faith pulled herself up and winced at the soreness of her abused muscles. "You feel…"
"Nice."
"Warm."
"Fluffy." Various female voices supplied the adjectives and there was some giggling at the last statement.
"So you're fighting, my Slayer, because I feel nice?" Jon was incredulous.
Faith smiled, "Well it sounds, dumb it you say it like that."
"Isn't it?"
"No, we have our reasons."
Jon looked thoughtful, "I got nothing." He quipped.
Faith smiled at him, she liked him already. "Slayers like to brawl, you'll get used to it, Cherub."
"The name Jon." He winced at her term of endearment and held out his hand.
"Sure thing, Cherub. I'm Faith." She took hold of his hand and gave it a squeeze. Jon rolled his eyes at her.
"And you all feel this…nice feeling."
"Oh, yeah, and now I got your hand I tell everyone you feel great too."
Jon pulled his hand away from her and ran his hand through his hair. "Oh for crying out loud!" Several of the audience started to laugh as the Slayers all moved forward to greet/touch their new Watcher.
"So you're saying that the Jonathon O'Neill is not a threat." Robin, Faith, Xander and Willow sat together that evening, discussing the evening's events in a videoconference call to the oldest Slayer, Buffy Summers and her Watcher Rupert Giles.
"No. It's hard to describe the feeling that I get off him. The only way I can describe it is to compare the feeling of rightness to the feeling I get when I hold the Scythe. It feels right to me and that's the vibe I get off him." Faith sat and looked at the others.
Giles took off his glasses and polished them, as he thought on this new puzzle. "I don't remember there being any such precedence being mentioned in the Watcher diaries. We'll best start researching the potential prophecies. What can you tell me about Anna-Marie Sutton?"
"She's stronger and faster than the average slayer. She threw me around as if I was a regular Joe." Faith paused as she tried to recall a something. "She would of taken us all on, for him."
"She beat you?" Buffy suddenly perked up and took notice.
"Yes Blondie, he's trained her in some hand-to-hand tactics. She went five minutes with me and she was the one left unbrused."
"They're very close. You could see that at the interview." Robin supplied.
"What about you Xander, what did you See?"
"I just saw that he was of the good. He belongs with us, but it's like when I look at him, I see someone both young and old." Xander answered the G-man. "There's a strong bond between them."
"Their history?"
Robin checked the files that were on the table. "She's was born from a union of an American journalist and an English Lord. She was one of the potentials that were activated with Willow's spell. She was only found about 12 months ago, and because she doesn't live too close to an active hellmouth, she was only given basic training and a joint Watcher, Mrs Weatherfield. To be honest there was never anything different about her; apart from a slightly above average IQ. They met at University where they are both studying.
The boy's records are a little more interesting. He was born to American special forces personnel that were stationed abroad. Was home schooled and trained for the first 15 years by his own parents, until they were both killed approximately two years ago. He was shipped home; the Air Force applied for emancipated adult status for him and he attended the Colorado Springs High school for a year. Aced all his classes and graduated within the year. He is smart enough be studying Mathematics at Oxford University and pursuing other courses via long distance. No other family bar one uncle." Robin flipped through the files some more, "Here it is, Oh Shit! Major General Jonathan J. O'Neill Sr. Air Force." Giles pushed his glasses up his nose with one hand as he straightened up in his chair.
"The Head of Homeworld Security, that General O'Neill?" He exclaimed. Robin nodded his head.
"I should have noticed it sooner but I guess that I was looking at it from the angle that he did spend a lot of time off the radar. He hadn't even met his Uncle until a year ago."
Xander added what he had heard from Jon, "He said that they didn't get on. No that's not it he said that they weren't close."
"In any case I think a phone call to the Director of Homeworld Security is in order." Giles checked his watch "Later that is. Faith I want you to stay close to Anna and Xander since he's here for Watcher training you stay close to Jon. See if you can pick up any kind of magical auras off him. Willow it maybe good for you to meet him in person too and it would help if you can go through the Ancient texts and see if we can't find out what he is." With this last order given the group split up for the night.
Faith Lehane walked along the white plain dreamscape, she was alone, and there was nothing but white sand and sparse vegetation for miles. She walked, and wandered for a time until she saw a small bundle huddled on the ground. Cautiously she approached. The bundle became a small child no older than 2 years old, sitting in the dust balancing a book in his lap. The boy looked up and she found herself gazing into soft hazel green eyes as she squatted down before him. "Hello, sweetheart. What are you doing here?"
"I don't know, I think that I'm lost."
"Where are your parents?"
"Far away. They don't know who I am." The boy hung his head and resumed his reading of the book he held in his lap. Faith could see the sadness in the boy's hunched shoulders. "Did you know that the Shadow men put the heart of a demon into the first Slayer when they created your line?" The boy turned the pages of the book, and Faith saw moving pictures that showed the creation of the first Slayer.
The Shadow men were performing a ritual that called forth the demon that's heart would create the Slayers. Into the circle walked a woman who shone from within. The Shadow men talked with their demon and they seemed to come to some agreement. The pages of the book showed the woman transform into a winged creature and then she lay down, a willing sacrifice, as the men drove a knife through her breast and pulled out a still beating heart.
Faith looked up from the book to see the effect of the graphic scene on the child, tears streaked down from his eyes but there was a bittersweet smile on his lips. "She could have no greater legacy. She lives on in all of you." As he spoke Faith became aware of being surrounded by other Slayers. Hundreds of them stood, side-by-side and watched. The boy's tearful face scrunched up in thought as he looked at the flowing pictures of the book. "I don't know why they called her a demon though."
"Well, she was one, even though she was on our side." Anna spoke out from next to them, the red haired Slayer appearing among the watchers.
The boy shook his head, "No, don't be silly, look." The boy held up the book for them to see. There filling the pages was a white dragon. "They call themselves Furling." As they watched the dragon flowed out from the pages of the book and took to the air. Without thought Faith put her arms around the boy and they sat together and watched the beast fly free. Her Slayer sense tingled, warmth, belonging, strength, and love flowed from the child, and she hugged the boy closer. After a few moments of freedom the dragon dived back towards them and the watching Slayers.
The dragon cried out to them all and Faith gasped, as in the last verges of the dream, she saw the beast go into the boy.
A/N
What do you think? Please review. Are you enjoying it? Do you have anything that you'd like me to mention? The flow between BTVS and SG1 will swing between the two. I'm also working on the non-crossover version of this story.
