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This chapter has some slight Buffy bashing, but I think I toned it down. Let me know if it's too much. Please review. I'll love you forever.
Whistling Aliana enters the flat she had borrowed from a friend from college who had planned to be away for a month and needed someone to house sit. The old buddy network was a wonderful thing. She makes herself a peanut butter sandwich and settles down to watch the Weather Channel, laughing silently at how Jonas Quinn used to be enthralled with it. She then watches a bit of CNN to make sure the world hadn't ended and she hadn't noticed. Something that most people didn't know how likely that was to happen. It nearly had any number of times to her, and even her teammates. She loved working with the SGC and if she had her way, would always make sure they had a slayer to cover their sixes. Some one knocks at her door. Unfortunately, too long fighting vamps insists that she answer it and if there's an un-souled vampire, taunt it. Outside is a blond woman a few years her junior. Buffy the vampire Slayer.
"Sorry, I don't want any Girl Guide biscuits," Aliana goes to shut the door.
"Are you a Doctor Aliana J. Jameson?" Buffy asks.
"Yes," Aliana inclines her head. "And I'm afraid I still don't want any biscuits.
"I have come to tell you something you may not be aware of," Buffy announces pompously. Nope, already know what she's trying to say.
"Really," Aliana says retreating into the apartment. "Do tell." Buffy, rather impolitely, she notes, follows her back into the flat. American rudeness. A person was not supposed to enter a person's home uninvited. Of course, she would never actually invite another Slayer into her flat or for that matter, to walk next to her on a street in full sunlight, but still, the principle held. Simply barging into a flat was almost the height of rudeness. Buffy flops ungracefully onto the couch, and while Aliana would like to pay impoliteness with impoliteness, she had been raised better than that. Therefore, she politely gets up and begins a pot of tea, carefully shoving the blood bags to the back of the fridge.
"Tea?" inquires Aliana. "Biscuits?"
"No thanks," Buffy replies. "I have come to talk to you about an important subject."
"Do you now?" Aliana wraps her hands around the aromatic cup of tea. Sometimes Aliana thought all the worlds' problems could be solved if everyone sat down to a nice cup of tea. Especially one laced with brandy, the good stuff too. Aliana wasn't expecting to begin the next stage in the potion until tomorrow, so she had indulged herself for once. It was rare that she was off duty and off call long enough to indulge in a laced cup of tea so she intended to make the most of it.
"Last summer, a friend of mine did a spell letting all potentials become slayers," Buffy starts relating the events of the past year. Ali oos and ahs in the appropriate places, but translates some stuff in her head instead of actually listening to Buffy explain what she came here to explain. She'd heard first hand from Spike the events of the previous year. According to her calculations, Wes and Spike should be arriving in a half hour for a long anticipated game of rummy. They hadn't played Rummy in over eight years, so the chance to play again was exciting. She planned to rout both men. She'd been practicing with Colonel O'Neill and her Daniel. She let Buffy drone on and on, internally enjoying the obvious recruiting speech.
Stick to fighting dearie, Aliana smiles internally. You are way too obvious to recruit people with any finesse. Moreover, your speech is boring. Is that how you kill vamps? I'd heard you were very witty, but you definitely aren't showing it. I'm about ready to fall asleep her sister. Ali silently wishes she could sharpen a dagger, slit a wrist, anything to make time go faster. This was so boring. Covertly she checks her watch. Suddenly she understood how Jack felt when he had to listen to her and Daniel compare notes. She silently makes a promise that if she survived, she'd make more of an effort to cut their conversations shorter. Ten more minutes to go before Rummy death match 2004 could begin. The theme from Jeopardy runs through her head. She continues covertly watching her watch, waiting for the internal signal saying Spike was in the building. She had the normal amount of sensitivity where most vampires were concerned but where Spike's family she could feel them from further away.
Ten nine eight seven six five four three two one, she counted silently as Wesley entered the hotel. She plots her course carefully. She knew exactly how long it would take him to get to her apartment, and she needed them to enter in exactly the right moment. Not one second too early or one second too late, otherwise the effect would be completely spoiled.
"So what you're saying is I'm a girl with super powers," Ali nods. "Born with the strength to fight vampires, to hold back the forces of darkness." She repeats what she remembers of the nursery rhyme, stating a Slayer's purpose. Carefully she counts down the seconds until Wes would knock on her door and with a nonchalant hello, they would enter, uninvited. Wes had a key. It looked like Spike was running late. Pity that. She chuckles silently at the expression that would be on Buffy the Vampire Slayer's face, when she found out she wasn't the oldest one.
"Ali? You ready for our game tonight?" Wesley calls in.
"Yup," Ali nods, breaking off the speech. "You ready?"
"To kick your arse?" enters Wes, not paying attention to the guest on the couch. "Of course, do you have dinner made?"
"Do you think I would short you on something like that?" Ali asks.
"It's the only way you'd ever win," Wes shoots back. "Hello Buffy."
"Wesley?" asks Buffy shocked.
"Buffy, I'd like you to meet my Great my adoptive brother, and best friend Wesley," Ali gestures.
"Hello Buffy," Wesley nods at the blond slayer.
"Oh, in answer to your question Buffy," smiles Ali. "I've been a slayer longer than you, and I cut my ties to the Watchers council years ago. I have no intention of rejoining. At least, for now. I might later, but I have no interest in playing with the baby slayers. Have Giles look up Jennifer Rastler on his rolls of Slayers. I went by that when I slayed in England. Ta-ta." Buffy leaves, grumbling and slightly confused.
"Rude bint, didn't even wait to be invited in" Ali comments. "Now are you up for some Rummy? And where's Spike? It's his deal."
TBC
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