Further disclaimer: I do not own the movie that Steve Irwin did.

(Extremely minor reference to the Crocodile Hunter's movie. )

M glared at Q's television in his work area as the news continued to report. Then she turned around. "Are you ready?"

"Yes, I believe so. Precious has been quiet enough for me to install the standard defenses. I don't want to risk the offensive yet until I've trained him."

M blinked. "Precious?"

Q looked confused. "Don't owners name their pets?"

M rubbed her eyes. Then she turned in shock as she heard the next report. Q stared wide-eyed as well.

On the screen were pictures of several Concorde planes at an airport…. flapping their wings up and down and hopping forward every few seconds.

"We interrupt with this special bulletin. These pictures were taken ten minutes ago. The Concorde's were last seen flying toward Hawaii. On the line is Steve Irwin, known by some as The Crocodile Hunter. He was visiting England today."

"Well mates, it appears that the planes are duplicating the migratory patterns of several species of birds. Take special note of the fact that Hawaii is currently warmer than England. It's understandable that these planes should want a warmer climate…"

"Thank you Steve. Back to other news."

"Q, take Agent Barnes, and leave now!" M yelled in exasperation.

Q nodded and they left.

M sat down and rested her head on her hands. "Just because that idiot pulled a dangerous prototype out of a crocodile…."

Behind her, a crash was heard followed by screams and slaps. One of the techs ran past her and paused.

"What happened?"

"Remember the talking silverware?"

"Hard to forget."

"They were apparently people originally…"

M joined him and they both watched for a few seconds as a naked 5 foot 8 250 pound man was chased by a naked five foot 3 woman.

"How dare you!"

"But I don't know where we are either!"

"I'll sue!"

M sighed and went to search for headache medicine.

-

Barnes looked out the window, then paused. "Shouldn't we be going faster?"

"Well, he does have to find the trail first."

A harried officer who'd just got finished herding a bunch of angry two feet tall dust bunnies into an abandoned warehouse paused in shock. A black bmw was literally shuffling on all four wheels down the road at a slow crawl. Then he blinked and slowly walked up to it. The car ignored him. He tapped on the window.

Q rolled it down. "Yes?"

"Excuse me, is it just me or is the car tracking something."

"Oh, he's tracking. He's got a very good sniffer."

"Ah…" The officer blinked again. "Doesn't it seem…. Odd that it's actions are similar to an old American cartoon called Speed Buggy."

"Now that you mention it…" Q blinked in perplexity.

As they spoke, a man ran screaming out of a nearby restaurant. "Blackbirds… why'd it have to be black birds? All I wanted was a cherry pie!" Flying after him were four and twenty blackbirds covered in something dripping.

"Um… I think I'll just go and report in now…"

Q nodded. "Have fun."

"I'd rather not… boredom is much better." He mumbled as he walked to his car and got in. He called headquarters, but hung up when he heard screaming. Then he whimpered and curled up in a ball.

Q shook his head. "An interesting fellow."

Barnes just stared wide-eyed at the chaos. The BMW continued to sniff its way down the road.

-

James continued to drive. "So this is what a chaos mage does…"

Xander smiled slightly. "Well, sort of… Giles can do explanations better. All I can give you is what Oz told me once."

"And that is?"

"That supernatural is 'natural times whatever number you can think of'. Then there's chaos which is basically, anything that could be conceived of will happen. Combine the two, and you have something interesting."

They drove by two mannequins dancing in a store window while a third played a violin.

-

Quentin Travers stared out the window. A watcher came in. He turned around.

"Any word?"

"Not as of yet. Things are still happening, and it seems to be getting worse."

"Any prophecies on this?"

"No sir… and as of yet, no deaths either."

Quentin shook his head. "Somebody is either playing a bad joke… or their trying to attract attention to magic. We can't have that."

"Yes sir."

Ethan grinned as he sipped tea in a restaurant about a mile away from the council headquarters. "The Watchers should be paying attention now… maybe it's time to help them focus a little before I visit."

-

M stood straight as she talked into the phone. "Yes Your Majesty. I'm fully aware of things here." M paused. "No, I don't know as of yet. I do, however, have an idea. No specifics… Unless of course you believe in magic."

She held the phone away from her ear for a second then put it back. "I am serious, Your Majesty. Everything fits together. Somebody out there is playing with some powerful forces. We have a few people out trying to track some leads."

M blinked. "Yes, I just had a Cat Scan not more than two days ago."