For those of you who wanted a little more Sasha

For Good or Bad, The Memories Remain.

Chapter 20

Disclaimer- I don't still own Buffy and crew, I just use them in my writing, just for fun, never for profit "Because that'd be wrong!"

Spoilers- mid 4th season then everything takes a left turn off the charted path

Rating- May get to R eventually

Buffy wandered over and hijacked Giles' phone

"Hey, Mom. You need to call Joe up in Seacouver and tell him I got my memory

back. Yes I know about Joe, yes I know about the watchers. He needs to brief

you on the whole situation. You better brief Giles. While you're at it, find out

who's Sasha's watcher is, we may as well have a party."

Buffy hung up the phone to meet the steady glare of Giles.

"What? Hang on, one more call."

"Yes, This is Elizabeth Tessin, I need you to prep #3 for me. I'll be sending

someone down to pick it up. I'll also need to have some other stuff delivered, she

will bring a list."

Giles walked away from her, shaking his head.

"I hope Joyce CAN explain."

Later that day.......

She was muttering to herself as she walked up to the building in the outskirts of L.A..

"I'm 250 years old, controlled my destiny for eons, mention of my name causes Watchers to wet themselves, and 10 minutes around Elisabetha, and I'm errand girl again! Why do I let her? I should just take her head, after all the downright evil shit she's done! But no! I got to fall for the I've changed I'm not like that now, routine! Why do I let her get under my skin like this? Next she will be having me do her laundry! I'm not the 14 year old girl she rescued any more! I don't even know what I'm getting here"

She entered what looked to be your generic run down industrial building and was startled to find a very plush high class office. An impeccably dressed receptionist walked up to her.

"Good afternoon Miss, how can I help you?"

"Yes, I'm here to pick up an item for Miss Tessin."

"Oh yes! It should be ready, do you wish to go directly or would you care to have tea or coffee and some refreshments?" She said leading her into a stately lounge area accented by masterful antiques. Another person was drawing water form the stately Russian brass samovar on the mahogany side board.

"Excuse me Miss but what exactly is this place?"

"We are a long term storage company specializing in security, confidentiality, and service. We have been here for 138 years, and the older branches of our company are spread through the east coast and in Europe."

"Funny, I've traveled a lot and have never heard of your company"

"That's because we never advertise, no signs, no published numbers. We feel that with the services we can provide to the caliber of clients, word of mouth has worked for well over 400 years."

"Well, unfortunately I need to be going, if you could just lead me to the items."

"Not a problem ma'am, right this way" She leads Sasha out a door to the stairwell, up 3 flights to an alcove with a guard behind what appears to be bulletproof glass. "As you can see, we are quite secure here. Miss Tessin has an entire floor leased from us which makes things quite a bit simpler."

They are waved through by the guard. Upon entering the storage area, Sasha is stunned. Expecting to find basic warehouse accommodations, she instead finds an immaculate white walled area with several huge crates with numbers on them, hundreds of smaller boxes, an elaborate overhead hoist system, and in the middle sat what she was obviously sent to pick up. She looked at the blood red roadster with undisguised lust, her mind ticking off its I.D. effortlessly considering how much she had lusted after them when they came out. A 1967 Sunbeam Tiger II Convertible. It appeared to be in perfect condition. She was still gazing at it when she realized that the lady was speaking to her.

"It's a nice thing that Miss Tessin has two, so she can play with this one, what with all the performance upgrades and styling and electronics, but I truly love her green one. It was so fortuitous of her mother to buy two at the same time and how did she put it...ah yes, put one away for a rainy day. It still has the original window sticker and all the performance options, circa 1967 of course. Her family must have really loved cars, because she has quite the discriminating collection. The keys are in it, all the insurance paperwork is in the glove box, a full tank of gas, radar detector, scanner, mobile phone are all checked out and functioning. The smaller packages she requested are In the trunk. Is there anything else you need? "

"I can't think of a thing. Except, how do I get down to the street?"

"After you sign the paperwork with the proper authenticator code, drive to the door over there" indicates the far end of the room. "There the doors will open to a freight elevator. We will lower you to street level. From there follow the signs out. You will end up exiting several blocks from here, another security precaution."

She couldn't wait to get into the car, she rapidly signed the paperwork, slid behind the wheel, and breathed life to the small vicious machine. The sound from the tweaked and tuned engine went straight to her soul. She had loved driving these types of cars back in the 60s. It felt like a tangible slice of freedom.

"I wonder how I can get this from her. Elisabetha doesn't really need this car, she has others. I think it could take me hours to get back. I wonder" she reaches below the dash and quickly finds what she is looking for, a shortsword mounted just out of sight, but not out of reach. She began ticking off in her head the other places she needed to go, and added a few places for herself, knowing that the longer she stayed away, the more Elisabetha could get ironed out. She remembered that chaos not of her making made Elisabetha dangerous and she didn't want to end up fighting her, not at least without a great deal of preparation.

To Be Continued

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