Forgot to include the disclaimer. I do not own Buffy or James Bond.
(Just for mentioning: In my head, the guy who is Q in this story, is Desmond Llewelyn who played Q throughout most of the James Bond series up until he died after finishing in The World is Not Enough. He was the only constant in the series. All the other characters were replaced at various times. He was and will always be the only Q in my mind. Also, I apologize for goofing up in chap. 1. It was supposed to be "Universal Exports"...)
Bond and Q stood on the sidelines watching the squabbling teens, a quiet Oz, and one very frazzled librarian as they tested out different items.
"It's my turn at the crossbow!"
"You have your own!"
"Oh come on Giles, let me test the holy water grenade."
"How many times do I have to tell you, aim for the target not me!" yelled an exasperated tech as he was being rolled away on a stretcher. He'd just gotten hit in the rear with a stake.
"So Q, which is worse... dealing with me or them?"
"At least they're less destructive."
BANG
"Xander!"
"Angel?"
"Then again."
"I wonder if we shouldn't send some videos of this to M as a gag gift..."
"Grow up Double O Seven."
- - - - - - -
"We have the location. Does everyone have their weapons?" Bond asked, looking around.
Willow, Giles, and Buffy had finally completed the checks on the crossbows. Since the hand they used most often was for stakes, their other arm was where the crossbows were attached. It'd been decided that the laser pistols would be a last resort. Angel was cowering in a closet.
"Aw, come on Angel, I didn't mean to fire the missile. "How was I to know it locked on to the first target in the crosshairs. It was a good thing you leaped behind that crate when you did wasn't it... Angel?"
Bond blinked. "Giles? I think that either you should drive the car, or Xander should. For this mission anyway. I don't think he'll be able to focus on both the weapons and the driving. I'll train him on that aspect later."
A singed Angel stalked out of the closet, and grabbed his weapons. He glared at Xander. "I distinctly remember Q telling you that!"
Xander grinned. "Oh come on, if it was on purpose you'd be dust."
"And on that note..." Willow said. "Shouldn't we get going?" Then she saw everyone staring at her. "Oh come on, I only hit him in the rear once!"
- - - - - -
It was one hour before the ritual was to begin. Faith had just woken up and looked around.
"What is this a monk convention?" she asked as a bunch of figures in black capes with hoods over their faces walked around her and a bound man, chanting.
Mr. Harris came to, and started cussing.
Faith rolled her eyes. "Please, I cuss better than that in my sleep."
"Listen you little..."
"SILENCE!"
"Why are we tied up anyway?"
"To drain your blood." One of the figures growled. "A slayer and a coward, will provide the strength to open the doors and the fear for Him to have his first meal. Fear is his food. And the world will be his feast!"
"Who writes your speeches?"
(There is more to write, but I threw the tone completely out of whack when I put comedy in. I'm working on the next chapter, and should have it ready by the end of today.)
(Just for mentioning: In my head, the guy who is Q in this story, is Desmond Llewelyn who played Q throughout most of the James Bond series up until he died after finishing in The World is Not Enough. He was the only constant in the series. All the other characters were replaced at various times. He was and will always be the only Q in my mind. Also, I apologize for goofing up in chap. 1. It was supposed to be "Universal Exports"...)
Bond and Q stood on the sidelines watching the squabbling teens, a quiet Oz, and one very frazzled librarian as they tested out different items.
"It's my turn at the crossbow!"
"You have your own!"
"Oh come on Giles, let me test the holy water grenade."
"How many times do I have to tell you, aim for the target not me!" yelled an exasperated tech as he was being rolled away on a stretcher. He'd just gotten hit in the rear with a stake.
"So Q, which is worse... dealing with me or them?"
"At least they're less destructive."
BANG
"Xander!"
"Angel?"
"Then again."
"I wonder if we shouldn't send some videos of this to M as a gag gift..."
"Grow up Double O Seven."
- - - - - - -
"We have the location. Does everyone have their weapons?" Bond asked, looking around.
Willow, Giles, and Buffy had finally completed the checks on the crossbows. Since the hand they used most often was for stakes, their other arm was where the crossbows were attached. It'd been decided that the laser pistols would be a last resort. Angel was cowering in a closet.
"Aw, come on Angel, I didn't mean to fire the missile. "How was I to know it locked on to the first target in the crosshairs. It was a good thing you leaped behind that crate when you did wasn't it... Angel?"
Bond blinked. "Giles? I think that either you should drive the car, or Xander should. For this mission anyway. I don't think he'll be able to focus on both the weapons and the driving. I'll train him on that aspect later."
A singed Angel stalked out of the closet, and grabbed his weapons. He glared at Xander. "I distinctly remember Q telling you that!"
Xander grinned. "Oh come on, if it was on purpose you'd be dust."
"And on that note..." Willow said. "Shouldn't we get going?" Then she saw everyone staring at her. "Oh come on, I only hit him in the rear once!"
- - - - - -
It was one hour before the ritual was to begin. Faith had just woken up and looked around.
"What is this a monk convention?" she asked as a bunch of figures in black capes with hoods over their faces walked around her and a bound man, chanting.
Mr. Harris came to, and started cussing.
Faith rolled her eyes. "Please, I cuss better than that in my sleep."
"Listen you little..."
"SILENCE!"
"Why are we tied up anyway?"
"To drain your blood." One of the figures growled. "A slayer and a coward, will provide the strength to open the doors and the fear for Him to have his first meal. Fear is his food. And the world will be his feast!"
"Who writes your speeches?"
(There is more to write, but I threw the tone completely out of whack when I put comedy in. I'm working on the next chapter, and should have it ready by the end of today.)