Title: "Seeing Is Believing"
Author: Calico calico321@yahoo.com
Rating: PG
Summary: BtVS/Invisible Man X-over: Fawkes and Hobbes take an assignment in Sunnydale and meet some of the local color.
"Fawkes, Hobbes, sit down," the Official said to the duo as they entered his office.
"What's up Chief," Hobbes asked.
"You two are going on a little day trip."
"Where to?" Darien Fawkes asked as he lounged in the chair.
"Sunnydale. Ebberts, get them the map."
"Yes sir," replied Ebberts who stood behind the large man.
"Sunnydale? Sounds like a retirement community," observed Fawkes. "Hey Hobbes, maybe we're investigating some Grand Theft Dentures." The two men slapped hands.
"Gentlemen!" the Official bellowed. "Sunnydale is a town about 50 miles south of here. It has the dubious distinction of having the highest mortality rate in the country. We're helping out the FBI; they lost an agent down there."
"Lost? You mean like losing your car keys?" Hobbes asked.
"No, Bobby, like they sent the agent down to investigate and haven't heard from him in three days," the Official sneered. Ebberts tried to hand the Official the map but he waved him towards his agents. "Go on down there and take a look, see if you can pick up a lead on the agent. His name's Fox Mulder, here's a picture," he said handing Fawkes an 8 ½ X 11 glossy photo. "No fancy stuff gentleman, just a little recon."
"So Chief, why're we helping out the Feebs?" Hobbes asked. "Don't they have enough manpower? I mean we're DIA now right?"
"Yes, Bobby we work for the Department of Indian Affairs now, but we still help out our sister agencies from time to time. They need a low-key approach, and I owe them a favor. No more questions!" he said when Fawkes opened his mouth. "Get out of here."
"If this town got any sleepier it'd be considered dead," Hobbes quipped walking down the street. "People're probable dying of extreme boredom."
"Amen brother," Darien sighed walking beside his friend. "We've been here all day and nothing. Look sun's going down, Hobbes. Do we have clearance to get a hotel?"
"You think the Official'd give us expense for a hotel when we've got a perfectly good van to sleep in? C'mon." The two agents were walking back towards their vehicle in the darkness when they came up on a group of five young men.
"You guys aren't from around here are you?" the one in front asked casually, as the others blocked the sidewalk.
"Actually we're not. What's it to ya?" Hobbes said, getting ready for confrontation.
"Locals know better than to walk around after dark. We're looking for a bite to eat. You guys want to help us out with that?"
"No handouts boys. Why don't you get a job," Hobbes sneered trying to walk past the group.
"Ain't money we're looking for pops," the leader said as one of the other grabbed his arm.
"Whoa! Hands off boys!" Hobbes tried to go for his gun when Darien cut in.
"I think we've gotten off on the wrong foot here. Listen what do you guys want anyway?"
"Your blood," the leader said as his face transformed into a hideous caricature of a human face with fangs, yellow eyes, and a ridged forehead. Darien stepped back, noticing all the boys' faces were now changed.
"What the hell is this, Halloween?"
"Trick or treat," the leader sneered as he lunged for Darien.
"Sorry boys, Halloween's not for four months," a girl's voice shouted from behind them. At the distraction Hobbes and Darien managed to pull loose from their respective captors. Bobby pulled out his gun and started firing, but the things that had looked like humans merely shook of the bullets as mere annoyances. They were much more interested and concerned with the new group of people, lead by a young blond girl waving a wooden stick. Upon further inspection, the entire group seemed armed only with these sticks.
"Fawkes, what the hell is happening here?" Hobbes questioned his friend as the young girl viciously stabbed one of the creatures in the chest with her stick and it immediately exploded in a shower of dust.
With a shrug Darien answered, "I think they're vampires."
"Are you crazy! There's no such things as vampires!"
"Hobbes have you had your annual eye exam? Did you see those faces? And that guy said he wanted our *blood*. Add 'em up partner." Hobbes merely glared at him then turned back to see that all but one of the original gang were dusted. This one feinted right then leaped left making a hasty retreat.
"Let him go," the blond girl called to her comrades. "We'll catch up to him later." She walked towards the two men. "Are you guys ok?" she asked gently. Behind her another girl, this one with auburn hair, and a dark- haired boy followed.
The boy said, "Yeah, you guys were almost the catch of the day."
"Xander," the redhead warned softly.
"We're fine, I guess," Darien said. "I don't suppose you could tell us what happed here?"
"Well you were attached by a gang of vamps. Vampires," she said almost apologetically. "You must not be from around here."
"What do we have 'Hi we're tourists' stamped on our foreheads?" Hobbes muttered.
"No, it's just that locals know to stay in a night, usually," the redhead said. Then she smiled and stuck her hand out. "You can consider us the Welcome Wagon. Although we don't have any fruit or muffins. I'm Willow. This is Xander and that's Buffy," she said pointing to her friends.
"Bobby Hobbes and this is my partner Darien Fawkes. We're government agents." They shook hands all around. Hobbes noticed that Buffy and Darien's hands held for a fraction of a moment longer than the rest.
"Government agent, huh. You with the Initiative?" Buffy questioned suspiciously.
"What's that?" Darien asked in return. "No, we're with the Department of Indian Affairs. We're just doing a little favor for the FBI right now."
"Ixnay on the issionmay," Hobbes hissed out of the corner of his mouth.
"Can it Hobbes. I think the mission's a bust anyway." To Buffy he said, "So what's a girl like you doing wandering around at night if it's so dangerous? And what's with the sticks?"
"Well," she said with a laugh, "I'm kind of the Slayer so it's my job to go around and kick vamp butt."
"Huh?" Darien and Bobby said at the same time.
"It's a long story, but boiled down to its finest point, I'm the Vampire Policeman. It's my destiny," she whispered conspiratorially to them with a grin. "We'll walk you to wherever you're heading, c'mon."
"Yeah and you guys can tell me all about working for the government, like is it all James Bond 'license to kill' or more like 'Get Smart'?" Xander said as he gravitated towards Hobbes and the group started walking down the street.
They were rounding a corner when there was a horrible screech from above. The vampire that had managed to flee was leaping towards them from the building's roof. Everyone started away, but the thing landed behind Darien, catching him around the throat with his arm. "Ah crap!" Darien said, trying to break free of the thing's grasp.
"Fawkes!" Hobbes called out reaching for his gun. Buffy put her hand on his arm.
"That won't help, and you might end up shooting him instead. Let me do my job." Pulling a stake from her coat she approached the vampire. "Now be a good vamp and let my friend go."
"Back off Slayer! He's mine!" the thing hissed, spitting in Darien's ear.
"Yo, dude, have you ever heard of Scope in the morning?" he said waving his hand in front of his face. "'Cause you got a bad case of halitosis." Aside from his quip, Darien was feeling a very real sense of fear at having his neck exposed to the thing's very long and sharp fangs. He saw Buffy approaching but didn't feel overly confident in the blonde's ability to pull his fat out of the fire. So he did what comes naturally in life threatening situations. He quicksilvered. The vamp was thrown off center after seeing his prey suddenly vanish, and his hold was released. Darien didn't need an engraved invitation and used the element of surprise to his advantage, throwing his weight forward and heaving the thing over his shoulder and onto its back. Buffy, also momentarily stunned at the sight, or lack there of, of Darien's disappearance, was even more bewildered when the stake seemed to take a mind of its own and fly out of her hand, landing in the thing's chest. As the dust was settling on the sidewalk Darien suddenly reappeared next to where the body had been, brushing off flakes of quicksilver that mingled with the vamp's dust before flashing out of sight.
"Can I be the first to say Wow!" Xander exclaimed as they walked up to Darien.
"Cool trick," Willow agreed.
"Yeah, cool trick," Buffy echoed quietly looking at Darien with a mixture of awe and trepidation. "I guess I'm not the only one around here with a secret. Want to let us in on the 411?"
"Well that's classified information," Hobbes said in his best imitation of a government employee.
"Yeah," Darien said with a grin, "we could tell you, but we'd have to kill you."
Continued.?
Author: Calico calico321@yahoo.com
Rating: PG
Summary: BtVS/Invisible Man X-over: Fawkes and Hobbes take an assignment in Sunnydale and meet some of the local color.
"Fawkes, Hobbes, sit down," the Official said to the duo as they entered his office.
"What's up Chief," Hobbes asked.
"You two are going on a little day trip."
"Where to?" Darien Fawkes asked as he lounged in the chair.
"Sunnydale. Ebberts, get them the map."
"Yes sir," replied Ebberts who stood behind the large man.
"Sunnydale? Sounds like a retirement community," observed Fawkes. "Hey Hobbes, maybe we're investigating some Grand Theft Dentures." The two men slapped hands.
"Gentlemen!" the Official bellowed. "Sunnydale is a town about 50 miles south of here. It has the dubious distinction of having the highest mortality rate in the country. We're helping out the FBI; they lost an agent down there."
"Lost? You mean like losing your car keys?" Hobbes asked.
"No, Bobby, like they sent the agent down to investigate and haven't heard from him in three days," the Official sneered. Ebberts tried to hand the Official the map but he waved him towards his agents. "Go on down there and take a look, see if you can pick up a lead on the agent. His name's Fox Mulder, here's a picture," he said handing Fawkes an 8 ½ X 11 glossy photo. "No fancy stuff gentleman, just a little recon."
"So Chief, why're we helping out the Feebs?" Hobbes asked. "Don't they have enough manpower? I mean we're DIA now right?"
"Yes, Bobby we work for the Department of Indian Affairs now, but we still help out our sister agencies from time to time. They need a low-key approach, and I owe them a favor. No more questions!" he said when Fawkes opened his mouth. "Get out of here."
"If this town got any sleepier it'd be considered dead," Hobbes quipped walking down the street. "People're probable dying of extreme boredom."
"Amen brother," Darien sighed walking beside his friend. "We've been here all day and nothing. Look sun's going down, Hobbes. Do we have clearance to get a hotel?"
"You think the Official'd give us expense for a hotel when we've got a perfectly good van to sleep in? C'mon." The two agents were walking back towards their vehicle in the darkness when they came up on a group of five young men.
"You guys aren't from around here are you?" the one in front asked casually, as the others blocked the sidewalk.
"Actually we're not. What's it to ya?" Hobbes said, getting ready for confrontation.
"Locals know better than to walk around after dark. We're looking for a bite to eat. You guys want to help us out with that?"
"No handouts boys. Why don't you get a job," Hobbes sneered trying to walk past the group.
"Ain't money we're looking for pops," the leader said as one of the other grabbed his arm.
"Whoa! Hands off boys!" Hobbes tried to go for his gun when Darien cut in.
"I think we've gotten off on the wrong foot here. Listen what do you guys want anyway?"
"Your blood," the leader said as his face transformed into a hideous caricature of a human face with fangs, yellow eyes, and a ridged forehead. Darien stepped back, noticing all the boys' faces were now changed.
"What the hell is this, Halloween?"
"Trick or treat," the leader sneered as he lunged for Darien.
"Sorry boys, Halloween's not for four months," a girl's voice shouted from behind them. At the distraction Hobbes and Darien managed to pull loose from their respective captors. Bobby pulled out his gun and started firing, but the things that had looked like humans merely shook of the bullets as mere annoyances. They were much more interested and concerned with the new group of people, lead by a young blond girl waving a wooden stick. Upon further inspection, the entire group seemed armed only with these sticks.
"Fawkes, what the hell is happening here?" Hobbes questioned his friend as the young girl viciously stabbed one of the creatures in the chest with her stick and it immediately exploded in a shower of dust.
With a shrug Darien answered, "I think they're vampires."
"Are you crazy! There's no such things as vampires!"
"Hobbes have you had your annual eye exam? Did you see those faces? And that guy said he wanted our *blood*. Add 'em up partner." Hobbes merely glared at him then turned back to see that all but one of the original gang were dusted. This one feinted right then leaped left making a hasty retreat.
"Let him go," the blond girl called to her comrades. "We'll catch up to him later." She walked towards the two men. "Are you guys ok?" she asked gently. Behind her another girl, this one with auburn hair, and a dark- haired boy followed.
The boy said, "Yeah, you guys were almost the catch of the day."
"Xander," the redhead warned softly.
"We're fine, I guess," Darien said. "I don't suppose you could tell us what happed here?"
"Well you were attached by a gang of vamps. Vampires," she said almost apologetically. "You must not be from around here."
"What do we have 'Hi we're tourists' stamped on our foreheads?" Hobbes muttered.
"No, it's just that locals know to stay in a night, usually," the redhead said. Then she smiled and stuck her hand out. "You can consider us the Welcome Wagon. Although we don't have any fruit or muffins. I'm Willow. This is Xander and that's Buffy," she said pointing to her friends.
"Bobby Hobbes and this is my partner Darien Fawkes. We're government agents." They shook hands all around. Hobbes noticed that Buffy and Darien's hands held for a fraction of a moment longer than the rest.
"Government agent, huh. You with the Initiative?" Buffy questioned suspiciously.
"What's that?" Darien asked in return. "No, we're with the Department of Indian Affairs. We're just doing a little favor for the FBI right now."
"Ixnay on the issionmay," Hobbes hissed out of the corner of his mouth.
"Can it Hobbes. I think the mission's a bust anyway." To Buffy he said, "So what's a girl like you doing wandering around at night if it's so dangerous? And what's with the sticks?"
"Well," she said with a laugh, "I'm kind of the Slayer so it's my job to go around and kick vamp butt."
"Huh?" Darien and Bobby said at the same time.
"It's a long story, but boiled down to its finest point, I'm the Vampire Policeman. It's my destiny," she whispered conspiratorially to them with a grin. "We'll walk you to wherever you're heading, c'mon."
"Yeah and you guys can tell me all about working for the government, like is it all James Bond 'license to kill' or more like 'Get Smart'?" Xander said as he gravitated towards Hobbes and the group started walking down the street.
They were rounding a corner when there was a horrible screech from above. The vampire that had managed to flee was leaping towards them from the building's roof. Everyone started away, but the thing landed behind Darien, catching him around the throat with his arm. "Ah crap!" Darien said, trying to break free of the thing's grasp.
"Fawkes!" Hobbes called out reaching for his gun. Buffy put her hand on his arm.
"That won't help, and you might end up shooting him instead. Let me do my job." Pulling a stake from her coat she approached the vampire. "Now be a good vamp and let my friend go."
"Back off Slayer! He's mine!" the thing hissed, spitting in Darien's ear.
"Yo, dude, have you ever heard of Scope in the morning?" he said waving his hand in front of his face. "'Cause you got a bad case of halitosis." Aside from his quip, Darien was feeling a very real sense of fear at having his neck exposed to the thing's very long and sharp fangs. He saw Buffy approaching but didn't feel overly confident in the blonde's ability to pull his fat out of the fire. So he did what comes naturally in life threatening situations. He quicksilvered. The vamp was thrown off center after seeing his prey suddenly vanish, and his hold was released. Darien didn't need an engraved invitation and used the element of surprise to his advantage, throwing his weight forward and heaving the thing over his shoulder and onto its back. Buffy, also momentarily stunned at the sight, or lack there of, of Darien's disappearance, was even more bewildered when the stake seemed to take a mind of its own and fly out of her hand, landing in the thing's chest. As the dust was settling on the sidewalk Darien suddenly reappeared next to where the body had been, brushing off flakes of quicksilver that mingled with the vamp's dust before flashing out of sight.
"Can I be the first to say Wow!" Xander exclaimed as they walked up to Darien.
"Cool trick," Willow agreed.
"Yeah, cool trick," Buffy echoed quietly looking at Darien with a mixture of awe and trepidation. "I guess I'm not the only one around here with a secret. Want to let us in on the 411?"
"Well that's classified information," Hobbes said in his best imitation of a government employee.
"Yeah," Darien said with a grin, "we could tell you, but we'd have to kill you."
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