Heroic Deeds

By Ayisha

Disclaimer: I don't own anything in the story. Buffy the Vampire Slayer and Angel characters belong to Joss Whedon. Smallville doesn't belong to me, either.

Author's Notes: Thank you to everyone who has read and reviewed this fic.

Chapter 13:

Los Angeles, California

"Did you send her the envelope?" Lindsey asked the messenger.

"She received it two days ago."

A smile formed over Lindsey's features. "You may go now."

The messenger bowed then walked out of the office. The moment he was gone, Lilah appeared. "Why did you send the results of the DNA test to Dawn Summers?"

Lindsey regarded her cautiously. "What do you care if I did?"

"Because your plans are known to fail the minute you construct them." Lilah paused. "Lionel Luthor is in town and he is not a happy camper. Lex didn't board the plane."

"It is not my fault he decided to delay his flight to Kansas." Lindsey replied. "I did what I was ordered to do. I planted the bomb in the plane."

"And in the process, hundreds of innocent people died except for the one who was suppose to."

"When did a few hundred people ever matter?"

"There was one survivor."

That caught Lindsey's attention. "She is under Lionel's care as of right now," Lilah continued. "And doesn't remember anything."

"That's good to hear."

"But only temporarily." Lilah looked at him. "Lionel wants it to be permanent."

"Why don't you handle that?" Lindsey said. "Seeing that it's right up your forte."

Lilah smiled. "On the contrary, Lindsey. I wouldn't do anything."

"And why in the world not?"

"Because, to quote a colleague of mine, 'what do you care if I did?'"

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Smallville, Kansas

She was nervous and no one could blame her. She skimmed through her lesson plan one more time. She had memorized it by heart.

The bell rang, signaling the start of classes at Smallville High. In less than a minute, freshman students came streaming into the classroom.

She took a deep breath and reminded herself she needed this job. Roaming her eyes around the room, she saw that most of the students were already on their seats. She flashed the brightest smile she could manage.

"Good morning, everyone. I'm your new English teacher, Angelica McGregor."

Pete Ross' mouth dropped open. "Our new teacher is one hot babe."

Chloe Sullivan glared at him. "For your information, looks aren't everything."

"To tell you the truth, I don't have any experience in this sort of thing," Buffy continued. "You could say I'm a newbie but I'm willing to learn."

"Just give her a chance before you clobber her, Chloe." Pete coaxed.

Chloe shrugged. "As long as she doesn't order me around, I won't do anything to her."

"What could you do to her?" Pete asked. "She's a teacher; you're just a student."

"I could write an article about her," Chloe replied.

Pete grimaced. "Since you usually write about the weird goings-on in Smallville, writing a feature about someone as normal as can be, is quite disconcerting."

Before Chloe could reply anything to that, Clark Kent entered the classroom.

"Sorry," Clark mumbled. "I overslept."

Buffy smiled. "That's okay, Mr. Kent. I haven't gotten to my lesson plan yet. Just be sure not to do it again."

Clark nodded and took the only available seat in the room. Right next to Lana Lang.

"So," Buffy said. "Please open your books to page 67. Today's lesson is about William Shakespeare's Merchant of Venice."

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Metropolis, Kansas

"I have the information you want, Mr. Luthor." The investigator said.

Behind his desk, Lex folded his arms across his chest. "You may start now."

"According to the facts I've gathered, there was a plane crash almost two months ago. It was reported that the plane was struck by lightning and that there was little chance of anyone surviving. However, a member of the rescue team found a female near the propeller of the plane. She was still breathing."

Angelica. Lex thought to himself.

"The female was brought directly to the hospital by ambulance. Or so they said. After checking the hospital records, I found out that they didn't send out any ambulance that day."

Lex remained quiet.

"And that the hospital and police departments do not know anything about a plane crash," the investigator continued. "Or at least pretending not to know anything."

"A cover-up."

The investigator nodded. "Exactly. Television stations that have reported about the plane crash didn't report about it again. It was like they were silenced. Days passed and people started to forget there even was a plane crash."

"What happened to the female?"

"She was brought to a secret branch of LuthorCorp. One doctor and one nurse tended to her. Lionel Luthor almost always checked on her until she woke up which happened almost two weeks after."

The investigator took a deep breath. "She had temporary amnesia and couldn't remember her name or what happened to her before the accident. To make things easier, they named her Angelica McGregor."

"Why is Angelica in Smallville?"

"I do not know," the investigator replied ruefully. "Only your father can answer that."

"Who was the one who rescued Angelica?"

"Jonathan Kent."

Lex decided he had to pay a visit to the Kent Farm a lot sooner than he thought. "What about the plane that crashed? What was its flight number?"

"Flight 149 from Los Angeles."

And everything was pieced together. Lex clenched his fist. "You may go now."

The investigator bowed down and started to walk out of the office.

"Annie." Lex called out after her.

"Don't worry, Mr. Luthor. I won't tell anyone."

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Sunnydale, California

"What are we going to do now?" Xander finally asked the question in everyone's minds.

"What can we do?" Willow replied. "Even if Buffy is alive, we don't have any idea where she is."

"We could always find her." Angel spoke up.

Cordelia looked at him incredulously. "How? She could be anywhere. Are you suggesting that we go into every town and every city in this entire country? Or even in this entire world?"

"Someone's jealous." Spike remarked.

"I'm not." Cordelia snapped. "I want to find Buffy as much as any of you but let's face it. We have to be practical. How can we find someone who does not want to be found?"

Cordelia had a point and everyone knew it.

"Can I ask a question?"

Everyone turned to Faith. "If what Dawn said was true and if Buffy is alive, how come I'm the Slayer?"

No one had an answer to that. No one even wanted to.

The doorbell rang, breaking into the silence.

"Who is it?" Dawn inquired, opening the front door. Her eyes grew wide. "Giles?"

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