A/N: My name Muertrier meens Slayer in French
Part 2: Phone Calls
//Maturity begins to grow when you can sense your concern for others outweighing you concern for yourself.//
-John MacNaughton
"Wolfram and Hart L.A. branch, secretary speaking, how may I direct you call?" asked the curt employee.
"I need to speak to Angel right away it's an emergency," replied Buffy with fake politeness lacing her voice. The operator though did not seem placated with her answer.
"sure you do ma'am, and I wouldn't rather be painting my nails right now," she stated with a vindictive smile.
Buffy's anger was reaching a boiling point the slayer inside her rising.
"look lady unless you want to end up losing I''m sure the only source of payment you have for that nail polish I highly recommend you tell Angel that Buffy is on the line"
"Bbbufffy Summers the slayer," the lady shuddered, embarrassment clearly audible in her voice.
"I'm sorry, I'll connect you right away, just please don't tell Angel," she begged rather pathetically
"whatever I have more important things in life then to deal with Angel's rude employees." Somewhat confident that the lady was not going to tell her boss on her she made the transfer as quick as possible hoping her efficiency would sway Angel's close friend from ratting her out. 'geesh she reminds me of Harmony' Buffy was thinking.
Angel sat in his office loving the feel of the sunshine on his face, savoring the long forgotten tingle in his skin, warmth on his body. He sat up abruptly sighing , the soft jingle of the phone alerted him that reality needed to be attended to, and fantasies of human life would have to be put on hold.
"Hello, Angel's office." He answered in his usual business like fashion.
"Angel?" Buffy said somewhat between a question and a statement.
"Buffy, what's the problem?"
"What makes you think there's a problem," she replied annoyed.
"...I know you," he paused, letting his simple explanation do all the talking for him. He heard her release an exasperated sigh, as she moved on, pushing old memories back into her mind.
"We need your help," she finally said. Angel was now in charge of a very powerful army or chipped vampires, that had been scattered across the world from the army's lairs. Buffy knew that every bit of help was going to be needed. 'Why not fight vampire with vampire' she thought amused. "There's a front, it's moving quick, likely to be here by early tomorrow.." she stopped cryptically apprehension overriding her thoughts.
"Buffy, don't be short with me, how bad is it."
"Do you remember the world wars?" she asked somberly. "We need you, your gang, and the chip mob," as she had once jokingly called them, "to be here... I'm calling others to come."
Angel leaned back into her chair, this was it the big fight. The one they might not win. Angel looked over at his clock, they were going to have to leave quicky. Ever since Spike's return, Angel had been letting him run the group. He only hoped he had trained them well, by the sound of his beloved's voice it might not matter either way.
"We'll be there, of course. What else can we really do."
Buffy smiled, she could always count on Angel to be there, when things got rough. "How's Spike.." she asked cautiously, knowing Angel was touchy about there once relationship.
"He's hurting... he won't talk about where he was or what torture he went through, but you can see the pain there. You can see a broken soul." he admitted.
"He'll get through it, he's Spike, one day he'll look himself in the mirror, and all that arrogance will return," she joked.
"Buffy, vampires can't be seen in mirrors..." he laughed.
"Hey, I meant a hypothetical mirror.." giggling at her stupidity. "Well, tell him his favorite slayer said hi, and I'll see you all later I suppose"
"You know your only his favorite because he killed all the others." Angel snickered. Buffy gasped in faux outrage, "I thought it was because of my sparkling personality."
"I'm sure your 'personality' was all he was interested in.." he said jealously.
She just shrugged his immaturity off, "I have to go Angel, see.."
"Buffy wait,... are you done baking." Buffy frowned, every time they talked he always asked her that, 'I never should have used that damn analogy.' "You'll be the first to know when the timer goes off." she promised sincerely. Angel was grinning, when he heard the phone click off. He jumped off his chair, he had some arrangements to make.
Tibet:
Soft fur, guided roughly against the flushed body of his lover. Howls of pleasure, and moans of desire the only thing penetrating the soft silence of their night. A loud noise startled him, growling he rolled of his sated partner. 'Damn, the phone always rings at the most inappropriate moments, doesn't it'
"Hi," his masculine voice purred, still content from a night in his mate's arms. 'well mostly in her legs'
"Oz, is that you?" questioned a female voice.
"Yeah, Buffy?" he stated back perplexed at why the once best friend of a different love was calling him. "What's wrong, Is Willow..."
"No Willow's fine for now," she said alleviating Oz's worry. "Look Oz, to be blunt something's coming. We need your clans help here in Cleveland. Any ware-people that could help, need to come. Or the world might fall.."
"You know will be there then," said Oz smiling despite his worry, he had always liked Buffy.
"Thank you Oz, how's April?"
"She's good."
"I'm sorry we couldn't make it to the wedding, but with Willow.." she trailed off hoping Oz got the picture.
"It's O.k., it was cool anyway," Oz teased. 'God I'd forgotten how much I missed him, much better then Kennedy..' thought Buffy.
"You never change, I'll see you Oz."
"I'll take that as a compliment, bye Buffy." Oz stretched arching his back. 'It's going to be a long night'
Somewhere in South America:
"Agent Finn speaking." Ryly answered. Wondering who the urgent message was from.
"Ryly.. It's Buffy.. I need the Initiatives' s help"
"You wouldn't by any chance be calling from Cleveland." he inquired.
"Well yeah actually, how did you know."
"The team already knows about the incoming sub-humans in your region. We're packed and preparing to move out as we speak." Ryly informed her.
"Great." Buffy said enthused. "I have other groups coming in as well. Oz's, ours, and Angel's, should all be there when you arrive. We have weapons being set up, a couple rocket launchers, some cannons, flaming arrows, but we can only do so much til' the hand to hand is bound to come."
"Don't worry Buffy, our teams got Ops. to attack from sky and ground. Let's just hope we don't have another whole in the ground for a city by the time this one's over." he laughed.
"So, is Sam coming?"
"No, actually." answered Ryly.
"Why not is she o.k." Buffy asked with sincere worry.
Ryly was touched by his ex-lovers concern. "Better then o.k. she's pregnant!"
'Well', Buffy gaped 'talk about stunned speechless. "Wow, Ry.. I meen good for you I was just shocked there for a second." Then Buffy took a second to actually think about Ryly becoming a father. Instead of the bitterness she had expected, she found nothing but genuine joy for him. 'Very different from the time a different lover said he was having a child' she smiled.
"I honestly have to go Ryly but tell Sam... well think of something cool to say and pretend I said it." she laughed remembering the line from a distant memory. "Will do, Buff, see you tomorrow for the big showdown." click.
'That you will Ryly ,that you will' she mused, the fear finally settling in.
Thanks to all that revieved on the last part. Keep it up! *SMILE*