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Chapter 25 – Jiana Heero
Nichi had been rather confused when I arrived at her house, obviously not sure why I had come to her house so suddenly after she told me about the Buffy characters. She was sleeping on her couch when I arrived, and we found five of the seven BTVS charas in a huddle in Nichi's room, conferring about interdimentional abnormalities in relation to Apocalypse. The other two were still in the closet for obvious reasons, and one of them—which one is obvious—was complaining loudly about being stuck in there with 'Peaches'.
"Hello, my name is Jiana Heero, and I am your official transport to the support group my sister started for fictional characters sucked into real life," I said loudly from the doorway when the Scooby Squad or whatever they call themselves failed to notice my entrance through the half-opened door.
The group fell suddenly quiet at my announcement, five pairs of eyes turning to stare at me. Even the complaining vampire fell silent.
"We're not fictional."
"You are here. As are all the other guests who have invaded my home. We have aliens, Animorphs, elves, hobbits, a Ranger—we have Harry Potter himself, for goodness sake! With you, there will be forty-four, unless I lost count somewhere. It will be easier to deal with you all in one house, and though I know better than to try and force you to go . . . it's more likely you get home sooner if you're there."
"I suppose that's logical," Giles said, cleaning his glasses.
"And Giles really cleans his glasses as often as he does in the show," I muttered, vaguely amused. Buffy snorted mirthfully, and noises that sounded suspiciously like chuckles came from the closet. I was vaguely confused for a moment before remembering that Buffy had Slayer senses and that there were two vampires in the closet. "Anyway, my car has enough room for three passengers, plus a vampire in the trunk, so I'll have to make two trips."
"I am bloody well not going to ride in your bloody trunk!" Spike practically roared from the closet.
"A lot of noise in there, wonder what's going on."
"My windows aren't tinted, but if you insist, that's fine with me," I told Spike, ignoring Xander. "I have a dust buster. And if you do decide on the trunk, it is not currently bloody and had best stay that way," I grinned. "I just cleaned it yesterday."