THUMP
Jack, Iggy and Myles turned around as they heard a thump on the large metal door. Jack rose from his seat.
"What was that?"
"Dunno?" Myles got up as well, he and Jack walked to ward the door. "On three." Both raised their guns and stood on opposite sides of the door. Suddenly, Jack kicked open the door, both the guys stepped out into the alley.
Looking around, Jack and Myles became puzzled. "What the..."
"Myles, look!" Jack hurried over to a small form, lying with it's back facing up. Myles bent down, put down his gun, and carefully turned the figure over. They both gasped as they saw Buffy's blank, unblinking eyes staring back up at her.
"What the hell?"
"Myles, her eyes, they're pure white."
"She didn't take her shot."
"Hurry, get her inside." The two guys picked her up and took her inside. Iggy cleared a table and they set her on it. Iggy searched her bag and drew out the empty shot bag.
"She ran out, she never runs out. Buffy always makes sure she has at least 5 before she leaves." The guys stared at each other, then looked down at Buffy.
* * * *
"Hold on." Iggy hurried out of the sleeping quarters and looked at the surveillance screen that monitored the outside door. When he saw a blonde vamp and a brunette vamp, he sighed and opened the door. Angel and Spike looked up.
"Can I help you?" Iggy looked straight at Angel, as he said this.
"We came to see Buffy."
"Yeah, but we thought it would polite to ask first." Spike ran his tongue over his teeth, trying to scare Iggy, but he didn't flinch.
"She's busy."
"With what?"
"None of your business."
"Come on, we just want to talk to her."
"She's..." But before Iggy could finish, a voice called out to him.
"Igg?" The three guys turned to see Buffy shuffling into the main room, in plaid pj pants and a white tank top, her black hair hanging loosely. "What's going on?" Iggy suddenly hurried over to Buffy and led her to the couch in the corner.
"Just sit here ok?" Iggy kneeled down in front of Buffy and started to make her comfy. Angel and Spike looked at each other before entering into the headquarters, looking only at Buffy.
"What's...?" Spike moved closer to Buffy.
"Spike?" Buffy's head moved.
"What's going on?" Angel was staring at Buffy's eyes. "Her eyes, they're..."
"White. I know." Iggy sighed and sat down beside Buffy.
"Is she..." Spike's face was crumpled.
"Blind. Yeah, and I'm still in the room." Buffy spoke up. "I didn't take my silvering shots and I blanked out. Igg was able to wake me up, But Myles and Jack had to go out to get some special silvermide drops."
"Silver, what?" Angel looked highly perplexed.
"It's the stuff that balances out the high level vitamins that the CIA has Buffy and Jack on."
"The Vitamins cover total health needs and helps us heal quicker. Even me. Hey, Iggy I can see blurry figures."
"Good. Jack and Myles should be back any time."
"Hey good call, Brains." Jack and Myles walked through the door, ignored Angel and Spike, grabbed Buffy by the arms and carried her into the other room, closing the door behind them.
"Why couldn't they do that out here?" Spike looked at the closed door.
Iggy crossed over to the main computer terminal and started typing an email. "Cause, it's not something you want to see."
"What do you mean?" Angel came up behind Iggy. Who spun around in his chair.
"Aghh! Fuck!" They heard Buffy scream from the other room. Both the vampires started towards the door, but Iggy jumped in front of them.
"No. That's why they're doing it in the other room. Jack has to sit on her stomach, Myles has to hold down her arms and they hook her legs under the metal bed. It's wicked painful to watch, but hell to experience. The CIA usually has special restraints for the silvermide shots. The regular ones just go quick into your arm, but the extensive ones go into your eyes."
"What?" Myles and Jack walked calmly out of the other room, closing the door, and dropping two dark bags on the main table. "What are you talking about?"
"I just told these guys what Buffy went through..."
"That was one hell of a scream." Spike looked at Jack with hatred in his eyes. But the man just laughed.
"What the 'aghh, fuck'? Nah we figured Buffy would kill us , cause she's so damn strong and so we knocked her out with a baseball bat." Jack grabbed a soda from the fridge and plopped down on the couch beside Myles. Angel gapped at him.
"A baseball bat?" Now it was Myles's turn to laugh.
"Hey, when this happened to Jack at the CIA headquarters in NY. Even though they had a special drug to knock him out, Buffy crept up behind him and bashed his head in with a lead pipe."
"Man, I had a lump for a month."
"Yeah, but you deserved it." Iggy sat across from the two guys. "Two days earlier, you threw her over a 300-hundred foot cliff."
"She was wearing a rope."
"Which snapped on the way down."
"She was ok."
"After 24 hours of intensive care."
"An now she's fine."
"You threw her off a cliff?" Angel stared incredulously at Jack.
"A 300 hundred foot cliff." Spike joined the fray.
"If I hadn't she could have been seriously hurt."
"Yeah, cause birds are so dangerous." Myles laughed at Jack.
"Ok, ok. I was mad she got the Winter's Mission."
"You threw her off a cliff because she got a mission you wanted?"
"Are you guys going to shut up? Yes, he did all that!" Iggy rolled his eyes and sighed.
Suddenly the back room door opened and Buffy came out rubbing her head. "Jack O'Malley, you are so dead!"
"Like always." Iggy got up, lead Buffy over to a chair and started to check her out. "How's your sight?"
"Fine, except for the fact that most of my brain is in front of them, cause someone put a huge dent in the side of my head." Buffy shot a dark look at Jack who just gave her a little wave.
"It was only a 2'' bat, Buff." Myles brought her an ice pack. Angel and Spike seemed to have been forgotten for the moment.
"You know, ice hurts upon contact." Buffy looked sideways up at Myles, who just smiled.
"Yeah, well you have some visitors so maybe we should hit the road for now." Myles picked up his jacket, but Buffy was already heading for the bedroom quarters.
"Nah. Give 5 Minutes." Buffy closed the door.