A/N - I would really like some more reviews on this. Next part will be
posted soon (I hope).
Thanks to all reviewers, Samantha.
Part 8. Welcome to LA.
As Max and the others climbed out of the cars they had rented. Jondy looked
up at the huge building which towered over the street. "This place is
huge."
Max smiled, "It serves as offices, paranormal library, gymnasium, and
living quarters. There's a lot of people in there." She turned her
attention to the task at hand, "Jondy, Zane, Logan. You're with me. We're
going to go and make nice. Everyone else, unloading our equipment and
getting everything organized is your priority, but join us inside in about
ten minutes." Everyone nodded.
**********
Max closed the door silently behind them and let her eyes adjust to the
dimness of the interior. The room was scattered with people, and she could
hear people in the adjoining rooms as well.
She moved silently towards the desk. "Hi." She flashed the girl a winning
smile.
The girl looked her up and down. "Welcome to Angel Investigations. My name
is Cordelia. How can I help you?" she asked, all business.
Max smiled at her. "I'm Max Guevarra, I'm looking for my friend Buffy
Summers. Is she around?"
Cordelia's face flooded with recognition, "You're that Max. I'll just see
where Buffy is." She pressed a button and spoke into a microphone. "Buffy,
get your butt down here. Max Guevarra is here to see you."
Seconds later Max heard the sound of footfalls on the stairs. Buffy entered
the room with a dark haired man and a teenage girl in tow.
"Max!" Buffy swept over and hugged her, "I missed you. How have you been?
I'm so glad you could come, this is a mad house!"
Max hugged her back. "I missed you too. I'm good, well okay, but we'll talk
about that later."
The two women smiled at each other. As they did so, the room filled with
people. None of them were Max's crew. There were a lot of other people in
on this, Max noted.
"This is my boyfriend Logan Cale. My sister Jondy, and my brother Zane."
Max introduced them to Buffy. "And this is my old friend Buffy Summers."
Zane looked her over, "She's a lot smaller than I was expecting." Jondy
elbowed him in the ribs. "Hi. Ignore Zane. He has this guy thing where he
just talks and none of it makes sense."
A brief smile played at the corners of Logan's lips. "Logan Cale."
Buffy smiled, seemingly ignoring Zane's comment. "Thanks for coming Maxie.
This goes above and beyond the call, but it's a military screw up," she
paused to sneak a look at Riley, "So I figured you'd want in, with your
love of the military and all." Both women cracked up.
A blonde haired guy glared at Buffy. "You mean you bring some little girl
and her friends here when they won't work with us?"
Max smiled sweetly and stepped in front of him. She reached up and grabbed
him by the collar, dragging him down to her eye level. "You know I really
resent being called a little girl. And I don't recall anyone saying that we
wouldn't work with the military. Buffy just said that I don't like them."
Riley was visibly straining against her grip. When she let go his head
jerked upwards. Max chuckled. "Try to have a bit more respect for the
little girls. You never know how much damage they can cause." She turned
and bumped fists with Jondy.
"Max?" came a small voice, "Do you remember me?"
Max turned and engulfed the girl in a huge hug, "It's still a bit hard to
forget the sight of a 3 year old covered in marmalade, sweetie. How have
you been Dawn?"
Dawn said nothing, just hugged Max tightly, "Will you take care of Buffy?"
she whispered in to Max's ear, "I don't want her to die again."
Slowly Max pulled away from her and looked at Buffy, "So when did you die?"
Buffy smiled. "About 9 and a half months ago."
Max laughed. "Three months ago. We gotta start a club girl." She used her
hands to envision a sign, "Dead Chicks R Us."
They were interrupted by the sound of the front door closing. Max turned
and smiled at the rest of her friends, people who had followed her halfway
the country.
"This is the rest of my crew." Max announced.
"Welcome to LA." the dark haired man answered.
posted soon (I hope).
Thanks to all reviewers, Samantha.
Part 8. Welcome to LA.
As Max and the others climbed out of the cars they had rented. Jondy looked
up at the huge building which towered over the street. "This place is
huge."
Max smiled, "It serves as offices, paranormal library, gymnasium, and
living quarters. There's a lot of people in there." She turned her
attention to the task at hand, "Jondy, Zane, Logan. You're with me. We're
going to go and make nice. Everyone else, unloading our equipment and
getting everything organized is your priority, but join us inside in about
ten minutes." Everyone nodded.
**********
Max closed the door silently behind them and let her eyes adjust to the
dimness of the interior. The room was scattered with people, and she could
hear people in the adjoining rooms as well.
She moved silently towards the desk. "Hi." She flashed the girl a winning
smile.
The girl looked her up and down. "Welcome to Angel Investigations. My name
is Cordelia. How can I help you?" she asked, all business.
Max smiled at her. "I'm Max Guevarra, I'm looking for my friend Buffy
Summers. Is she around?"
Cordelia's face flooded with recognition, "You're that Max. I'll just see
where Buffy is." She pressed a button and spoke into a microphone. "Buffy,
get your butt down here. Max Guevarra is here to see you."
Seconds later Max heard the sound of footfalls on the stairs. Buffy entered
the room with a dark haired man and a teenage girl in tow.
"Max!" Buffy swept over and hugged her, "I missed you. How have you been?
I'm so glad you could come, this is a mad house!"
Max hugged her back. "I missed you too. I'm good, well okay, but we'll talk
about that later."
The two women smiled at each other. As they did so, the room filled with
people. None of them were Max's crew. There were a lot of other people in
on this, Max noted.
"This is my boyfriend Logan Cale. My sister Jondy, and my brother Zane."
Max introduced them to Buffy. "And this is my old friend Buffy Summers."
Zane looked her over, "She's a lot smaller than I was expecting." Jondy
elbowed him in the ribs. "Hi. Ignore Zane. He has this guy thing where he
just talks and none of it makes sense."
A brief smile played at the corners of Logan's lips. "Logan Cale."
Buffy smiled, seemingly ignoring Zane's comment. "Thanks for coming Maxie.
This goes above and beyond the call, but it's a military screw up," she
paused to sneak a look at Riley, "So I figured you'd want in, with your
love of the military and all." Both women cracked up.
A blonde haired guy glared at Buffy. "You mean you bring some little girl
and her friends here when they won't work with us?"
Max smiled sweetly and stepped in front of him. She reached up and grabbed
him by the collar, dragging him down to her eye level. "You know I really
resent being called a little girl. And I don't recall anyone saying that we
wouldn't work with the military. Buffy just said that I don't like them."
Riley was visibly straining against her grip. When she let go his head
jerked upwards. Max chuckled. "Try to have a bit more respect for the
little girls. You never know how much damage they can cause." She turned
and bumped fists with Jondy.
"Max?" came a small voice, "Do you remember me?"
Max turned and engulfed the girl in a huge hug, "It's still a bit hard to
forget the sight of a 3 year old covered in marmalade, sweetie. How have
you been Dawn?"
Dawn said nothing, just hugged Max tightly, "Will you take care of Buffy?"
she whispered in to Max's ear, "I don't want her to die again."
Slowly Max pulled away from her and looked at Buffy, "So when did you die?"
Buffy smiled. "About 9 and a half months ago."
Max laughed. "Three months ago. We gotta start a club girl." She used her
hands to envision a sign, "Dead Chicks R Us."
They were interrupted by the sound of the front door closing. Max turned
and smiled at the rest of her friends, people who had followed her halfway
the country.
"This is the rest of my crew." Max announced.
"Welcome to LA." the dark haired man answered.