Plagiarist 2
"Stick em up!" a deep voice said from behind him as something Xander was pretty sure was a gun prodded him in the back.
"Not a problem, let me get my money out of my wallet," Xander said quickly reaching into his inside front suit pocket and pulling out his wallet, finding almost a dozen twenty's inside. "Here ya go," he said holding it up so the mugger could take the cash without him turning around and seeing anything that could get him shot.
"Thanks," the mugger said, his hand brushing Xander's as he took the cash, setting off a tingle Xander recognized from Oliver's memories and felt a mind joining with his briefly.
"What the-" the voice began, before the sounds of violence and a body hitting the ground were heard.
Xander spun around and saw the mugger, who was built like a starting linebacker from the NFL, unconscious on the ground and a six foot tall woman with green eyes and long brown hair was sifting his pockets. "And you are?" he asked reflexively even though he could feel her mind and the knowledge of all she was, which was slowly fading.
"Just call me Pat, Boss," she said stripping the mugger of his hoodie and shirt, which was just long enough to keep her from getting arrested, provided she didn't raise her arms.
"Boss?" Xander asked trying to ignore his libido and the interest he sensed from her.
"You made me and I gotta have someone to follow, so that makes you Boss, Boss. Unless you'd prefer I call you Daddy?" she teased before kicking the thug in the head to make sure he would stay unconscious.
Xander tried, and failed, not to admire her legs while she did that. "Boss is fine," he quickly said.
Cursing, she rubbed her ankle and bent over to steal his shoes and socks so she wouldn't be barefoot, giving Xander quite an eyeful. "He's got a little over a grand in his account, but we'll only be able to get three hundred out before he reports his card stolen unless we kill him," Pat said. "I'd rather not kill my... other self? But I will if you want me to."
"Three hundred is fine," Xander assured her. "And we don't need his wallet unless you want it."
"Got a picture of Mom and the first girl we banged," Pat replied, taking a few things out of the wallet before sticking it back in the thug's pocket. "Ok, good to go. Where to now, Boss?"
"We need money and access to capes or heels," Xander said. "Any ideas?"
"I know where a drop off point is for the local bookies," Pat said thoughtfully. "Two guards, not real bright, easy score as long as you don't plan on making a habit of it or sticking around so they know you done it. As for the spandex set, Ivy's greenhouse is easy to find and Harley hangs with her a lot from what I hear."
"Cash first, so we can bribe them if we need to," Xander decided as Pat lead them to an old Lincoln Town car and Xander admired the amount of space it had, as the compacts that he'd grown used to could probably fit in the back.
"Sounds good, Boss," Pat said cheerfully. "Before we do that can I get your help in the back seat for a minute?" she asked.
"Sure," Xander said, seeing some odds and ends piled on the floorboard and figuring she needed help sorting through it.
Sunnydale
"Calm down," Buffy said, "take deep breaths and try to relax while we figure this all out."
"That's easy for you to say," Willow shouted, "there aren't two of you sitting there!" Willow pointed to the two Willow's sitting with the three Cordelia's talking to Giles, who was going through a stack of books and writing various things down.
"And why is there being multiple us'es a problem?" one of the Willows spoke up. "I know me, I like me, and with more of me, we can build faster."
"That's easy for you to say," one of the Cordelia clones spoke up, "you have nifty powers, we're just human and I doubt we can convince everyone we've always been triplets."
"Though it does mean we can get more done and opens up a few more acting roles," the other Cordelia clone added. It was easy to tell they were clones as Cordelia was the only one dressed in a catsuit, while they were dressed in a simple t-shirt and coveralls given to them by the Willows who were wearing the same thing.
"Even sharing roles means we can get more scenes done," Cordelia said thoughtfully. "That means we can concentrate more on each scene and turn out a better performance."
"Also makes masturbation a lot more fun," one of her clones said bluntly.
Cordelia groaned. "And all of the clones have a little Xander in them."
"Like you weren't thinking it," one of her clones said.
"Of course I was," Cordelia said rolling her eyes, "but I wouldn't have said it, that's Xander's influence on you!"
"Speaking of having a little Xander in you," one of the Builder Willows spoke up.
"See?!" Cordelia exclaimed.
"He was remarkably... well I'll just say all five of us are pregnant, and I was going to put a hold order on the new unit and wondered if you'd like the same," the Builder Willow explained.
"I'm pregnant?!" the Cordelias exclaimed in unison, a hand going to their stomach.
"Two or five year hold?" the other Builder Willow asked.
"I'd say five," Builder Willow said firmly. "This world is going to take some serious work to make it a place I'd raise a child in."
"What's a hold order?" Giles asked as Buffy looked stunned and Willow looked at the girls with shock and a hint of jealousy.
"A hold order puts the fertilized egg in stasis, the only side effect is that aging is halted on the production unit for the same amount of time. It was deemed a feature rather than a bug so no one's bothered to fix it," one of the Builder Willows explained.
"It completely halts your reproductive cycle during that time," the other Builder Willow added, "so you are completely unable to have children until the hold order expires."
"Two years," one of the Cordelia clones suddenly decided. "That should allow me to graduate before I have a child and while I'm not completely sure I even want a baby, especially since I'm not sure what kind of relationship I have with Xander much less where it'll be in a couple of years, this will give me more than enough time to decide what to do," she explained.
"I'll take five," the other clone said. "That way I'll get to see how things go with you, before I make my decision."
The other Cordelia clone stuck her tongue out at her.
"No periods, extended youth, and putting off the decision till I'm well out of high school?" Cordelia asked just to be sure. After the Builders nodded she smiled. "I'd be stupid to take less than five years."
"Point," her clones agreed.
"Five all around then," the clones agreed before each were tapped with a silver hammer that caused them to glow for a moment.
"Can you give a hold order without the girl being pregnant?" Buffy asked hopefully.
"No, sorry," a Builder clone of Willow apologized.
"Darn," Buffy cursed. "Where is Xander anyway?"
"Buffy!" Willow exclaimed in shock.
"What?" Buffy's eyes widened as she realized what Willow was thinking. "No! I just wanted to know where he was and to ask why he made so many clones!"
"He probably panicked on waking up in a pile of girls," Cordelia said with a shrug.
"The first clone of each was an accident, as he'd just gotten the power and had no control," a Cordelia clone explained.
"And the second?" Willow asked.
"Also an accident," a Builder Willow said. "I managed to curl his toes with a little help, and *bam* the bed was suddenly a lot more crowded."
"I'm surprised he had the energy, though I suppose that explains why there aren't more clones, he probably passed out," Buffy said.
"Actually, dweeb boy was still energetic," Cordelia said smugly. "He just didn't accidentally make any more clones."
"He has a learning enhancement," one of the Builders spoke up. "I was a bit distracted, but I caught a glimpse of a skill multiplier allowing him to learn and improve at multiple times the normal amount."
"Too bad the spell ended," Buffy said. "If he'd wandered into the storeroom where they keep the extra textbooks last night he'd be set."
"I think I prefer where he was wandering," one of the Builders said causing the clones to giggle and Cordelia to smirk. "But for now, we need to deconstruct a large amount of raw materials to fill our reserves and we need property we can legally build on to make a base."
"Reserves? Base?" Buffy asked.
"We are Builders, it's kinda our thing," Willow's clone teased her. "We deconstruct matter to an energy state and then reconstruct it in a more orderly manner. We can put up an entire office building in an afternoon, with only a handful of helpers. Now a base is more complex, and one for an entire team of journeyman builders even more so, since we can't help but tinker with things, but since we don't have Xander and Buffy as our companion builders we should be able to have a completed base by late Sunday night."
"We can buy a couple acres of desert just outside Sunnydale for pennies," the other Builder suggested. "We can deconstruct sand and rock for a cheap fill and the open area makes it harder for intruders to sneak up on us."
"I hope you have room for guests, because we can't go home," one of Cordelia's clones said.
"We'll adapt Buffy's area for you," one of the Builders promised.
"Buffy's area?" Buffy asked.
"We are supposed to be a team of three Journeymen," the Builder explained. "Our team was Buffy, Xander, Willow as our base plans show, however we lack a Builder Buffy and Xander, so we'll have to adapt the plans. Now, we know we'll have no problem convincing Xander to move in with us when he returns, and even though he isn't a Builder his section should suit his tastes perfectly, but I'm sure you are happy at home and your tastes are close to Cordelia's so it shouldn't take much effort to modify them to suit Cordelia."
"Isn't it going to be crowded with you guys doubled up like that?" Buffy asked.
The Builders laughed.
"If I can share a room with anyone comfortably it'll be me," one of Cordelia's clones pointed out.
"Plus we don't build by halves," one of the Builders said, "our base is going to be more than big enough for dozens of people."
"Adding additional private workrooms, bathrooms, and bedrooms is child's play," a Builder said. "All we really need is color choices and general themes to make sure Cordelia is happy with it. It's the shared areas like the gym and spa that are complicated as everyone has their own ideas on how they should be set up."
"Spa?" the three Cordelias chorused.
The Builders nodded.
"I can donate a couple of savings bonds towards a private spa," Cordelia offered. "If the entire cheerleading squad can use it I can probably get all of them to pitch in a few as well."
The two Builders exchanged glances. "We can redesign and expand the exercise and fitness area if you can pay the guy at the wrecking yard for a couple of tons of scrap. I think it's only twenty a ton right now."
"Ten tons of scrap and we'd be set to start construction immediately," the other Builder agreed.
"How much to add my personal section back in?" Buffy asked. "Just out of curiosity," she quickly added.
Gotham
"Thanks Boss, I needed that," Pat said starting the car.
"My pleasure," Xander said, tossing a used condom out the window.
Typing by: Abyssal Angel