A/N:  Hey!  We're back!  We actually found free time and worked on our sequel!  That also means (dun dun dun) the return of the crazy disclaimers.  We've decided on a whole new style this time, as you have already witnessed.  Booyah.  Please read and review! 

Spoilers:  The first story in our series.  Buffy lives.  That's all you need to know.  You know how the last one was way off?  Well, this story is beyond left field into the next-door neighbor's briar patch.  This is completely opposite of what is happening in season six at the moment.  We hope you enjoy it.  Yup.

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Jarvis McClanton leaned back in his ergonomically correct chair and stretched his arms over his head.  Jarvis loved his job for one simple reason.  He didn't do a damn thing.  His secretary took all the phone calls, checked the mail, watered the plants.

Oh, yes, life was good.  He never had to talk to any potential clients.  His secretary filed all the documents, wrote the memos to the main office in L.A.  She could sign his name better than he could.

Charlotte, the obedient little nitwit, did all of the grunt work, all the finances, and even picked up around the office.  Why would he ever need to get a girlfriend anyway?  She did everything for him.

It's not like they got much business in Sunnydale, anyway.  Demons and vampires didn't fall under the laws of the State of California.  Most of the citizens either conveniently forgot about the eight foot demon that flattened their Volvo, or gave up after they tried to cut through enough red tape to hold up the Sears Tower.  They didn't even need the second office they rented from the strip mall on Main Street.  It just made them look more prestigious, and he didn't have to pay for it, so he wasn't going to complain.

He looked at his watch idly.  It was almost noon.  Charlotte would be back with his lunch in a few minutes.  Jarvis closed his eyes and sighed.

Mmmm….Hoagie.

Life couldn't get any better.

Suddenly, the door burst open, startling Jarvis out of his food-induced daydream.

The woman looked at him coolly.  "Oh, good, you're here."

Jarvis looked her up and down.  Sure, she was pretty enough, but the little voice in his head told him to run away screaming while he still had the chance.

"I got your memo, and came as soon as I could get away."

Jarvis blinked.  Memo?  What memo?  Charlotte sent a memo?

She, noticing his confusion, just continued.  "If the preliminary evidence you've found is true, there's something even weirder than usual in Sunnydale."

Jarvis' mouth opened slightly as he gaped at her in growing horror.  She was from the main office.  Oh, god, where was Charlotte?  She always handled the people.

The woman looked at him and her eyes narrowed slightly.  Jarvis swallowed, a bead of sweat running down his forehead into his eyes. 

"This could ruin everything.  The plan is in place.  All the other factors were already extremely unpredictable.  This could be disastrous."

Jarvis whimpered softly.  He had no idea what she was talking about.  Why wasn't Charlotte here yet?  He needed her.  She always did everything.

The pretty woman finally noticed his lack of response and Jarvis barely restrained a squeal of terror.  He was going to die, right here, right now.  He closed his eyes; he didn't want to see what was coming.

"Oh, Ms. Morgan, you're here." 

Charlotte!  He cracked an eye open.  Maybe he wasn't going to die!

Ms. Morgan turned to address the newcomer.

"And you are…?"

"Charlotte Banks," she replied, offering a hand, which Ms. Morgan took.  "I honestly didn't think the information I uncovered would bring the great Lilah Morgan to Sunnydale."

Lilah smiled thinly at the obvious attempt to get on her good side.  "You sent that memo to Wolfram & Hart?"

Charlotte nodded.  "I know most of your dealings are in L.A., but I figured you'd want at least an idea of something this big."

"Good instincts."  Lilah looked at Jarvis.  He suddenly found it hard to breathe.  With a haughty gaze, she turned back to the secretary.  "Is there some place we can go to discuss this?"

Charlotte smiled.  "We have another office downtown.  I have all the files there."

"Good, let's get down to it then."  With barely a backward glance, Lilah Morgan left the office.

Charlotte turned back to Jarvis when she got to the door, a smile on her face.  "If you leave those pants here, I'll wash them for you."

Charlotte left the office to the soft thud of Jarvis McClanton's head hitting his desk as he passed out.

*****

An American classic barreling into a road sign broke the tranquil silence of the night.  Smoke began to pour from the dented hood.  Loud music could be heard as the door was jerked open and then shut again forcefully.

"God dammit!  Now I have to get that repaired.  Where the hell am I?"

He walked around to the front of the hood, inspecting the damage, then noticed the sign pinned beneath his tires.  Squinting in the dim light, his eyes made out the words.

"Welcome to Sunnydale," he read aloud.

He kicked the nearest tire.  "Sunnydale," he said monotonously. 

Suddenly, his eyes widened.  "The Hellmouth.  Shit!  This is just what I didn't need!"