AN: I forgot this the last time…Slap me in the head and call me a dunce for doing so. I don't own Buffy, I don't own MacGyver...though a girl can dream, can't she. I don't make any profit off of this except for creating smiles.

Mac opened his eyes slowly, wondering what it was that had made him black out.

"Easy. You inhaled some of that dust. Drink up," the young woman's voice from before said. Mac looked up at her. She was blond haired, petite. Pretty, that was for sure.

"What was that thing?" Mac asked. She looked over his shoulder at someone, then back at him.

"A vampire. Certainly you figured it out, with what they were saying and all," she said. Mac shrugged.

"I wasn't sure I believed my ears," Mac muttered. The young woman laughed.

"Believe them. Those were vampires. If I hadn't been there, you'd probably be dead or worse, one of them, by now," she said. Mac frowned. He didn't like the sound of that.

"Oh! I'm sorry. I'm Buffy Summers," the young woman, Buffy, said. Mac raised an eyebrow.

"MacGyver," he said.

"MacGyver, that's it?" she asked. Mac chuckled.

"If I told you my first name, you'd burst out laughing," Mac said matter-of-factly.

"Can't be any worse than Buffy, can it?" she asked. Mac snorted.

"Much worse. Trust me. Look, can I use your phone. A friend of mine is going to be worried when I don't go to the office in the morning. As it stands, I can't. The fuel line on my Jeep was cut by those things," Mac said.

"Sure. In the kitchen, to the right," Buffy said, pointing it out to him.

"Thanks," Mac said.

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"Phoenix Foundation, Director Thornton speaking," said a voice on the other end of the line.

Buffy and Giles looked up at each other as they leaned over the recorder. So their guest was well connected.

"Pete…just wanted to let you know that I won't be making it in tomorrow. I got stuck in Sunnydale…broken fuel line on my jeep," Mac said.

"In Sunnydale! Mac, you watch yourself there. We almost lost an operative there two months ago. Still acting a bit odd because of it," Thornton warned.

"Right, got it. Already met a few of the natives. I should be back in a few days," Mac said.

"Got it. Just get back here in one piece, Mac," Thornton replied. Mac and the Director said their good-byes, and Giles moved downstairs.

"Ah, Mr. MacGyver. I don't believe we've been introduced. I'm Rupert Giles. I wonder if perhaps you could help me with something."

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