Ahh, lets see I'm probably going to insult big Angel fans and Riley fans and probably some Oz fans in this chapter. Thou hast been warned.
If you aren't into Sailor moon and want to refresh your memory (our ignite your imagination with what these guys currently look like) I'm going to put a list at the bottom of the fic of which character goes with who and you can do a simple search for their pictures. I'm putting it at the bottom of the chapter as I still have to introduce three more Sailors. And no, I'm not going to go into Sailor Stars as this fic has way to many characters in it already.
And I promise to get back to B/G goodness in the next chapter. I do, really.
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Buffy stared in shock as she entered her house. She, Spike and Dawn had agreed that it was probably the wisest thing to do the research at home instead of trekking to Buffy's dorm room. What Buffy did not expect was the fact that her mother was almost insanely cleaning and cooking. She also apparently did not notice that Buffy and company had hauled in a bunch of dusty books and were acting very secretive.
Buffy glanced over at Dawn who simply shrugged her shoulders.
"What can I say?" Dawn whispered, "She really didn't notice that her daughter was a secret superhero in the comics."
"Your Mum didn't notice that Buffy-Buffy was a superhero, er, slayer," Spike added.
Buffy pushed him as they marched up the stairs to her room. "Be quiet purple boy."
"Purple boy? That the best you can do? Old Rupert must be a better kisser than I thought he was."
"You kissed GILES?" Dawn squeaked loudly.
"I didn't kiss Giles; the person that he thinks he is kissed the person that he thinks I am. Did that come out right?"
"Sounds like denial to me," Spike mumbled.
"What was that?" Buffy asked hotly.
"I said, that this potion in this book sounds vile to me," Spike said as he shrank under Buffy's gaze.
Buffy's eyes narrowed, "How can you be an evil vampire for so long and still not be able to lie convincingly?"
"And I suppose you're one to talk. You can't even convince yourself that you didn't want to slip your watcher a little tongue," Spike retaliated.
"EEWWWWWWWWWWWW!" Dawn shrieked before clasping her hands over her ears and humming loudly.
Buffy rolled her eyes in disgust. "Can we just get back to doing the research thing?"
The three of them dug into the pilfered books from Giles for a total of ten minutes before their brains began to glaze over.
Dawn coughed. "You know, I don't think I'm old enough to really make sense of these."
Spike shook his head, "Don't look at me, pet, I'm more of an action man myself."
Buffy sighed, "This is hopeless. We need Giles or Willow. I'm the Slayer. I Slay. Giles is the Watcher. He…" Buffy trailed off as she realized that she was basically recounting a conversation that she had had with Giles.
Fortunately, she was spared any snide comments that Spike would have made by a sudden knocking at the door. Buffy raced from her room, down the stairs and opened the door. Angel stood outside, in a designer suit in purple with a skirt and high heels.
Buffy stared at him, speechless.
Angel shifted nervously under her shocked stare.
Spike, having followed Buffy downstairs, poked his head around Buffy. "What happened to you? Experienced a moment of pure humor and it turned you into a cross dresser?"
Angel's nostrils flared. "What is he doing here?"
"I've been invited, I have," Spike retorted feeling quite superior.
"Stop it," Buffy commanded, "We have a problem here and I need all the help I can get, so the two of you need to be civil to each other until everything is back to normal, or as close as it ever gets."
Angel adopted a contrite look while Spike merely mumbled a "Yes, mommy."
Soon Buffy, Spike and Angel were all sitting up in her room with Dawn.
"…and the next thing I know, instead of my normal vamp face, I'm running along in a mini skirt with a tiara and high heeled boots. So I beheaded a couple of vamps with my long key shaped pole thingy, and when I relaxed, I'm wearing a very stylish office outfit with a skirt," Angel informed them.
Dawn raised an eyebrow. "And you didn't think to change into some pants before you came?"
"I wasn't sure if I could, or if my other clothes would just change with me," Angel replied.
"Well, I gotta say that green isn't really your color," Buffy said with a small smile.
"Although, I do think that those big, red earrings do you a service," Spike added smarmily.
"Watch it Captain Pero... ummm, Purple," Angel finished lamely.
"Hey, I said no fighting," Buffy interjected while Spike settled for simply sticking his tongue out at Angel.
Angel crossed his arms over his chest and pouted. "He started it."
Buffy sighed. "Look you guys can beat each other senseless as soon as we figure this whole thing out.
Dawn smiled, "Besides, you two have to get along. You are Spike's mommy after all, Angel."
"Bloody Hell," Spike mumbled.
Angel shook his head back and forth, "There is no way that I'm going to spend quality time with Spike."
"First thing I've agreed with you in years about," Spike snarled back.
"But you have to," Dawn whined, "What little we've discovered points to the fact that we have to act as close to our characters as possible."
"I'm not going to do it," Angel said pompously, or as pompously as he could while wearing a lavender suit complete with skirt.
Buffy smacked him on his arm. "Look, I had to kiss Giles, the least you can do for me is play nice with Spike."
"You kissed Giles?" Angel's voice was held notes of astonishment in it while his eyes betrayed poorly hidden jealousy.
"That isn't the point," Buffy protested, "The point is that we have to find a way out of this, and I need you all to cooperate."
Spike sighed a martyr's sigh. "Well if I bloody well have to spend time with the great poof, he can at least find a pair of pants, can't he? He's got worse legs than Harris."
Angel's eyes lit up in interest. "Xander was in a skirt? Suddenly, I don't feel so bad."
Buffy shook her head in exasperation. "Do you two have the mental capacity of two-year-olds? We are in trouble here and all you can think about is the fact that Xander is in a skirt."
"Well, at least we aren't contemplating Xander in a skirt in the other way," Angel retorted.
Spike chuckled a bit before he realized he was laughing at a joke that Angel had made. Then he quickly sombered and put on his pensive yet cool vampire look.
Buffy merely rolled her eyes, "Whatever. Look I need you to go out and get some information if you can. Dawn and I will stay here and so the research thing."
Angel sighed and nodded while Spike merely tried to look like acquiescing had really been his idea. Soon, they both left.
Dawn glanced over at Buffy. "Do you really think that they aren't going to kill each other?"
Buffy listened and could hear the muffled sound of Spike and Angel's bickering as the two vampire walked down the street. "Nah, not really, but better them pounding baddies for information than pounding each other when we're trying to do research."
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"Mine's bigger, "Angel taunted as he swung his key staff at one of the demons who had not taken nicely to their question.
"It might be bigger, but I've got a much better edge," Spike shot back as he swung his pole scythe and decapitated another demon.
"World Shaking!" A deep voice cut through the air seconds before a powerful ball off light exploded a couple of demons.
Spike and Angel looked on in astonishment as violin music seemed to filter .in from nowhere.
"Sailors from a New Age; Sailor Uranus, fighting gorgeously!"
"AND Sailor Neptune, fighting Gracefully," a bland voice said in a bored tone.
Spike took one look in the direction of the voices and became useless for the rest of the fight as he fell down helplessly on the ground trying to prove that one can indeed die of laughing too much. It was a good thing he was already dead.
As sailors "Uranus" and "Neptune" finished off the remaining baddies, Angel stared in complete shock.
"Neptune" walked over to him while "Uranus" finished up.
"Angel," Oz said in his normal diffident tone.
Spike took that moment to look up from the ground before he began to laugh again.
"Oz, you know who I am?" Angel asked.
"Yeah, must be a werewolf thing. One moment I'm sitting in my van, the next thing I know, Riley over there is telling me how I have to come with him and that there is trouble."
"Riley?" Angel asked as his eyes traveled over to the before mentioned soldier.
A distinct clicking sound was heard as Spike took several snapshots of Buffy's beau.
Angel looked down at the normally blonde vampire. "Disposable camera? Ameture," he scoffed as he pulled out a more sophisticated telescopic lens camera and took a few shots himself.
"Hey, now. Where'd you get that?" Spike asked as he finally pulled himself up off of the ground.
Angel smiled patronizingly, "I run an investigative agency."
"In other words, Cordelia bought it," Oz supplied helpfully.
"Well, yes, but that isn't the point," Angel stammered.
Spike snorted, "Bloody Poof."
Oz sighed as he played with his aquamarine tresses, "Do you like this color? I'm thinking of keeping it for the band."
Spike cocked his head to one side, "Actually, it might be nice for a band. Not as nice as my color naturally, but it might work."
At that point, Riley came up and stood unnaturally close to Oz, who for the briefest of nanoseconds looked uncomfortable.
Spike and Angel made it a point to look anywhere but at Riley's ruffled blue skirt and wrapped blue high heels.
"And I thought your legs were unseemly," Spike whispered to Angel.
Angel shook his head, "I can't believe that Buffy dates him."
"Dates him, I can't believe that the Slayer shags with him," Spike retorted.
Angel shook his head in agreement. Angel and Spike paused before glaring at each other to cover the fact that they had just agreed with each other.
"Well, I suppose we should report into Buffy," Angel suggested.
Riley nodded brusquely, "Yes, we should check in with the princess, but it is late. We should check on her tomorrow."
Riley put a hand on Oz's shoulder and led him off into the night. The clicking of cameras followed them.
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The next day, Buffy sat at the Magic Box uncomfortably watching Xander beat the living daylights out of her punching bag. Not that it was quite as disturbing as hearing him ramble on about wanting to find the perfect guy and get married.
Buffy felt someone sit down next to her. Glancing over, she could see that it was Anya who was still wearing the incredibly large hair bow that she had been wearing yesterday.
"Soooo, how was your date with Mamo-chan last night?" Anya asked in an entirely too perky voice.
Buffy blushed and could not say anything. Apparently this was enough as Anya began to wax poetic about men and wanting to be a star. After about ten minutes, Buffy was desperately wishing for the old Anya who would be waxing poetic about sex and the sweat that Xander was working up.
Willow, at least, seemed to be somewhat normal. Although, it did seem that she had regressed from her current lesbian wicca to her previous computer nerd that blushed when guys were talked about.
Tara though… Buffy shuddered at the thought of Tara. The normal girl was just so soft spoken and nice. But when Buffy had whined over all of Xander's home made donuts being gone, Tara had gone after her about her large appetite and they had ended up having a very bizarre fight which promptly ended when Buffy whined and cried at previously unknown decibels.
Dawn, of course, seemed to be loved by everyone even though she was a little brat. Although, it could just be the fact that Dawn was enjoying Buffy's predicament too much.
Buffy shot up the instant she heard the front doors to the shop open. To her chagrin, she was desperately hoping it was Spike and Angel.
The fact that she was hoping to see Spike was a bad thought in itself, but the one that replaced it was even worse, for it was not Spike nor Angel who stepped through the dors, but it was Giles.
Giles in a black shirt and a pair of tight fitting slacks with the horrid green blazer slung over his shoulder. The aforementioned shirt hugged tightly at Giles' arms, showing off his muscles. And the way that the slacks hugged certain parts of his anatomy was criminal.
Buffy blushed in mortification. For the briefest of seconds, she had thought that Giles was hot.
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Here are the list of characters.
Giles – Tuxedo Kamen / Mask
Buffy – Sailor Moon
Dawn – Sailor MiniMoon or Sailor Chibi Moon
Xander – Sailor Jupiter
Anya – Sailor Venus
Willow – Sailor Mercury
Tara – Sailor Mars
Spike – Sailor Saturn
Angel – Sailor Pluto
Riley – Sailor Uranus
Oz – Sailor Neptune