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The doors of the bus opened, and Buffy stepped out, Faith behind her. Their only bags were the ones they carried with them, so they headed straight into the station.
Looking around, Buffy spotted the man she had talked to in Sunnydale. She got Faith's attention and the two walked over to him.
He was only a few years older then the two Slayers, at about twenty-three. He was dressed in a government looking suit, and Buffy looked over at Faith who was eying him.
"Miss Summers, Miss Hannagan," he nodded. "I'm Graham. Why don't you let me take your bags?"
"We're fine, thanks," Buffy said. "When do we meet the girls?"
"Follow me," he said, and turned towards the entrance.
"He's do-able," Faith whispered, and Buffy just simply rolled her eyes.
They followed Graham out to a black 2004 s-type jaguar. The windows were tinted, and neither Buffy or Faith could see what sat inside.
"Do you understand your duty?" Graham asked.
"Get the girls to the Hilton Hotel," Buffy said. "Simple enough."
"Not just to the hotel Miss Summers. You must stay with them and protect them for two weeks," he said, opening the driver's door. "Which one of you will be driving?"
"Um... She will," Buffy said, pointing to Faith. "I have a tendancy to crash any vehicle I get behind the wheel of."
Faith winked at Graham before throwing her bags in the trunk, and sliding into the seat. "I love to be in control," she said, closing the door.
Buffy looked into the back of the seat, and frowned when she saw two blonde headed girls chatting away. They were looking at one anothers nails, and twirling their hair.
Normal girls, Buffy thought. Something she never got to be.
"I'm Buffy," she said, catching their attention.
They both looked up at her, looks of disgust on their faces. One of them looked to the other and said, "Is she like talking to us?"
"I think she is..."
The girl smiled and turned to Buffy. "Buffy? Is that short for something?"
"Nope, just Buffy."
She laughed. "What kind of name is Buffy?"
"I... I don't know," Buffy said. "What's your name?"
"I'm Danielle," she said, raising a hand to her chest. "And this is Michelle."
"Danielle and Michelle. Don't think that'll be too hard to remember," Buffy said, turning around in her seat.
"What's that supposed to mean?" Danielle asked. "We didn't tell you to talk, so don't. Our daddy's paying you, you listen to us."
Faith slammed on the brakes, sending everyone forward. Buffy hit her head on the dashboard, but wasn't hurt, except for a small cut on her forehead. Faith hit hers on the steering wheel, but didn't even have a bruise.
Once Buffy made sure her fellow Slayer was okay, she turned around in her seat and looked at the girls.
"Are you alright?" she asked.
Danielle looked like she had just lost both of her legs. "Oh. My. God! You stupid bitch!"
"What did you say?" Faith asked, turning around.
"Faith, calm," Buffy said. "You aren't hurt Danielle, you just have a small cut on your lip is all."
Danielle pulled a mirror out of her purse and gasped in horror at the small cut that was bleeding slightly.
"Oh my god, let me see that," Michelle said, grabbing it from her sister. "Oh my god! Look at my nose!"
Buffy looked at it, and only saw a small cut on the bridge (?) of her nose, not even bleeding. She couldn't understand why the girls' were flipping out over such small things.
"Boy do they not know pain," Buffy said, sitting down in her seat and looking at Faith.
"I can show 'em," Faith said. "Just give me a minute to..."
"Just drive," Buffy said.
"Drive? Are you crazy? We can't go to the Hilton looking like this," Danielle sobbed.
"It's nothing, really," Buffy said, trying to calm them down, but they only cried harder.
Michelle pulled a cell phone out of her bag. "I'm calling daddy. I'm going to tell him that you tried to kill us!"
"No, no, don't... No, oh please don't," Buffy begged. "Look, we'll take you to my grandmother's, she lives just up here. My mom's even staying there. They'll treat you like... Well, family. And you can stay there this whole time and not leave the house... How's that sound?"
"Is it really that bad?" Danielle asked, sniffing.
Buffy hesitated a minute, an idea coming to her. "Yeah, it looks horrible. If I were you, I would so not show my face in public for at least two weeks."
Danielle's newly dried cheeks started to dampen again when more tears started falling.
"Turn up here," Buffy instructed Faith, and she listened.
"Why are you doing this?" Faith asked. "We could just dump their bodies. Who'd notice?"
Buffy sighed. "No, we're going to leave them at my mother's."
"And then what? We can't just show up without them?"
"Well... We were supposed to be undercover right," Buffy said. "So, no one really knew we were coming. We could just... Well we could, become them."
"Become what?!"
"I can't believe you talked me into this," Faith mumbled, as she pulled the jean skirt down. "You know I only like leather."
"Shut up," Buffy said. "You've got attitude Faith, put it to use. In a ditzy way..."
The two left the car in the parking lot and headed towards the main doors. Buffy looked to Faith once more, checking her over. She was dressed in a jean mini-skirt, and black bikini top. Buffy had wanted her to dye her hair blonde, but knew that pushing it would only make her back out.
Buffy looked over at the glass, looking over the reflection of herself. She was dressed in a short hawaiin print skirt, and matching bikini top. It wasn't an outfit she wanted to wear, but it was the best one they had.
"This better work B," Faith said, as they approached the desk.
"It will, just let me do the talking," Buffy said and she heard Faith sigh. Smiling, Buffy walked over to the desk and leaned over the counter. Great, it's a guy. Our specialty, Buffy thought. "We're the Jenning sisters," she said. "We're here to you know, like, check in."
"Of course, the Jenning sisters, how great it is to see you two again," he said, looking at his computer then back to them. "Something's different about you..."
"Oh?" Buffy said. "Fai... I mean, Michelle died her hair."
"Of course," he said, looking to the computer. "I'm going to need an I.D and a credit card."
"Didn't daddy pre pay for it?" Buffy asked. "I'm sure he did."
"Um, no, no, it's not here," he said.
"Are you sure," Faith said, looking over to his name take. "Gary? Why don't you uh, double check?"
"I don't think I missed it," Gary said, his voice starting to quiver.
"Can I pay for it in another way?" Faith asked, winking at him.
"Is there a problem here?" the manager asked as he appeared behind Gary.
"No sir, no problem," Gary said. "I was just checking the Jenning sisters in. Here are your keys ladies, enjoy your stay."
"I'll see you later," Faith said as Buffy grabbed her keys and pulled her away.
The doors of the bus opened, and Buffy stepped out, Faith behind her. Their only bags were the ones they carried with them, so they headed straight into the station.
Looking around, Buffy spotted the man she had talked to in Sunnydale. She got Faith's attention and the two walked over to him.
He was only a few years older then the two Slayers, at about twenty-three. He was dressed in a government looking suit, and Buffy looked over at Faith who was eying him.
"Miss Summers, Miss Hannagan," he nodded. "I'm Graham. Why don't you let me take your bags?"
"We're fine, thanks," Buffy said. "When do we meet the girls?"
"Follow me," he said, and turned towards the entrance.
"He's do-able," Faith whispered, and Buffy just simply rolled her eyes.
They followed Graham out to a black 2004 s-type jaguar. The windows were tinted, and neither Buffy or Faith could see what sat inside.
"Do you understand your duty?" Graham asked.
"Get the girls to the Hilton Hotel," Buffy said. "Simple enough."
"Not just to the hotel Miss Summers. You must stay with them and protect them for two weeks," he said, opening the driver's door. "Which one of you will be driving?"
"Um... She will," Buffy said, pointing to Faith. "I have a tendancy to crash any vehicle I get behind the wheel of."
Faith winked at Graham before throwing her bags in the trunk, and sliding into the seat. "I love to be in control," she said, closing the door.
Buffy looked into the back of the seat, and frowned when she saw two blonde headed girls chatting away. They were looking at one anothers nails, and twirling their hair.
Normal girls, Buffy thought. Something she never got to be.
"I'm Buffy," she said, catching their attention.
They both looked up at her, looks of disgust on their faces. One of them looked to the other and said, "Is she like talking to us?"
"I think she is..."
The girl smiled and turned to Buffy. "Buffy? Is that short for something?"
"Nope, just Buffy."
She laughed. "What kind of name is Buffy?"
"I... I don't know," Buffy said. "What's your name?"
"I'm Danielle," she said, raising a hand to her chest. "And this is Michelle."
"Danielle and Michelle. Don't think that'll be too hard to remember," Buffy said, turning around in her seat.
"What's that supposed to mean?" Danielle asked. "We didn't tell you to talk, so don't. Our daddy's paying you, you listen to us."
Faith slammed on the brakes, sending everyone forward. Buffy hit her head on the dashboard, but wasn't hurt, except for a small cut on her forehead. Faith hit hers on the steering wheel, but didn't even have a bruise.
Once Buffy made sure her fellow Slayer was okay, she turned around in her seat and looked at the girls.
"Are you alright?" she asked.
Danielle looked like she had just lost both of her legs. "Oh. My. God! You stupid bitch!"
"What did you say?" Faith asked, turning around.
"Faith, calm," Buffy said. "You aren't hurt Danielle, you just have a small cut on your lip is all."
Danielle pulled a mirror out of her purse and gasped in horror at the small cut that was bleeding slightly.
"Oh my god, let me see that," Michelle said, grabbing it from her sister. "Oh my god! Look at my nose!"
Buffy looked at it, and only saw a small cut on the bridge (?) of her nose, not even bleeding. She couldn't understand why the girls' were flipping out over such small things.
"Boy do they not know pain," Buffy said, sitting down in her seat and looking at Faith.
"I can show 'em," Faith said. "Just give me a minute to..."
"Just drive," Buffy said.
"Drive? Are you crazy? We can't go to the Hilton looking like this," Danielle sobbed.
"It's nothing, really," Buffy said, trying to calm them down, but they only cried harder.
Michelle pulled a cell phone out of her bag. "I'm calling daddy. I'm going to tell him that you tried to kill us!"
"No, no, don't... No, oh please don't," Buffy begged. "Look, we'll take you to my grandmother's, she lives just up here. My mom's even staying there. They'll treat you like... Well, family. And you can stay there this whole time and not leave the house... How's that sound?"
"Is it really that bad?" Danielle asked, sniffing.
Buffy hesitated a minute, an idea coming to her. "Yeah, it looks horrible. If I were you, I would so not show my face in public for at least two weeks."
Danielle's newly dried cheeks started to dampen again when more tears started falling.
"Turn up here," Buffy instructed Faith, and she listened.
"Why are you doing this?" Faith asked. "We could just dump their bodies. Who'd notice?"
Buffy sighed. "No, we're going to leave them at my mother's."
"And then what? We can't just show up without them?"
"Well... We were supposed to be undercover right," Buffy said. "So, no one really knew we were coming. We could just... Well we could, become them."
"Become what?!"
"I can't believe you talked me into this," Faith mumbled, as she pulled the jean skirt down. "You know I only like leather."
"Shut up," Buffy said. "You've got attitude Faith, put it to use. In a ditzy way..."
The two left the car in the parking lot and headed towards the main doors. Buffy looked to Faith once more, checking her over. She was dressed in a jean mini-skirt, and black bikini top. Buffy had wanted her to dye her hair blonde, but knew that pushing it would only make her back out.
Buffy looked over at the glass, looking over the reflection of herself. She was dressed in a short hawaiin print skirt, and matching bikini top. It wasn't an outfit she wanted to wear, but it was the best one they had.
"This better work B," Faith said, as they approached the desk.
"It will, just let me do the talking," Buffy said and she heard Faith sigh. Smiling, Buffy walked over to the desk and leaned over the counter. Great, it's a guy. Our specialty, Buffy thought. "We're the Jenning sisters," she said. "We're here to you know, like, check in."
"Of course, the Jenning sisters, how great it is to see you two again," he said, looking at his computer then back to them. "Something's different about you..."
"Oh?" Buffy said. "Fai... I mean, Michelle died her hair."
"Of course," he said, looking to the computer. "I'm going to need an I.D and a credit card."
"Didn't daddy pre pay for it?" Buffy asked. "I'm sure he did."
"Um, no, no, it's not here," he said.
"Are you sure," Faith said, looking over to his name take. "Gary? Why don't you uh, double check?"
"I don't think I missed it," Gary said, his voice starting to quiver.
"Can I pay for it in another way?" Faith asked, winking at him.
"Is there a problem here?" the manager asked as he appeared behind Gary.
"No sir, no problem," Gary said. "I was just checking the Jenning sisters in. Here are your keys ladies, enjoy your stay."
"I'll see you later," Faith said as Buffy grabbed her keys and pulled her away.