Davis POV

I can't believe this is happening. I'm sitting, drinking coffee with three of the most powerful, influential, and/or dangerous people on the planet, and they were talking about ice cream. As a snack for tomorrow. During a meeting with President Hayes himself. A meeting during which Sg-1, who had done and sacrificed so much, would find out that the planet wasn't really theirs to protect. That it was literally in the hands of children. Well, not anymore, but still… Jack especially wouldn't be pleased. Still, as long as nothing happened that was, well, out of the ordinary, they should be fine.

Now there was a thought. Sg-1 and the Scoobies attracted trouble like demons to a Hellmouth. It didn't matter that only three of the Sunnydalers would be in attendance, it would probably be enough to cause some major problems.

I would have to make sure it was agents Todd and Miller who accompanied the President – at least they knew to take the Slayer seriously.

Aw, hell. Who was I kidding? I called over a server and ordered a steak and fries.

It was customary, after all, to have one last good meal before my execution. And MRE's didn't fit that definition.

At all.