Sudden changes chapter 11

The Agents traipsed down the halls of the base pushing the gurneys as they went, the two unconscious prisoners were unbound but handcuffed to the rails of the trolleys they were on. They were told to keep them both sedated or at least partly- as long as the prisoners couldn't fully concentrate the kidnappers were less likely to be attacked by them and Willow and Chris would be easily contained.

They'd only just got into their base and they were now taking the subjects to separate holding cells until they notified their CO of the successful outcome of their objective.

Agent Grey was sporting a lump the size of Texas at the back of his head and was alternating between scowling at the unconscious redheaded woman and wincing while rubbing the injury, Agent Holland gave him a disgusted look and said, "Quit the internal bitchin' will ya?"

Grey scowled at him as the man walked passed him at a faster pace.

Agent Mitchell nudged his shoulder, "Come into contact with the witch-bitch too?" the twenty-something year old had a bloody nose and was holding his arm to his side.

"How'd ya guess?" Grey replied darkly. "Uh…'witch'?"

Mitchell shrugged, "Just a name, but come on- her hair and eyes were all black…that was no normal Telekinesis." At least he didn't think it was.

"So, what do you think she is, then?" asked another Agent falling into step beside them. "Some sorta…alien?"

"That's why our superiors wanted us to grab them," replied Grey with certainty. "To find out and rule out any threat to the public."

Agent Holland had obviously been eavesdropping on their conversation for he gave a derisive snort and said, "Yeah, right." Grey was SO naïve! Whether or not those two were a threat didn't mean shit to their superiors or to him for that matter; he didn't care what the bitch or her kid was as long as they weren't running around free.

Grey frowned slightly, then he shook his head, Holland was lying- just full of shit and all that. If the woman and her kid weren't a threat to society then there would be no reason to keep them around.

But as he looked at the sly smirk on Holland's face he felt a flicker of doubt, his superiors weren't like that- right?

Back in Sunnydale, Summers' residence

Buffy frowned slightly and turned back to Giles, "Giles, I don't-

"I know what you're going to say, Buffy," The former-Watcher interrupted her. "But we should let her make this decision."

She immediately repented, "You're right, I guess I just want her to get this too much." She knew that her baby sister would come running the moment she heard that Will and Chris were in trouble but it was right in the middle of her exams; they could have used someone else but they didn't have enough time to call the LA Gang.

Actually, thinking about it she didn't think they could use anyone else. Beside Giles, Chris and Willow Dawn was the only one with any sort of magical talent. To be on the safe side it would probably be better if Dawn was present.

Buffy looked around her kitchen vaguely while Giles cleaned his glasses.

Dawnie was also studying to become a Nurse as well as working on her magical skills, which weren't as powerful as Willow's but made her a formidable opponent again demons, she was currently working at her exams so that she could pass to go onto the forth year, she was doing extremely well but Buffy knew that the pressure was starting to get to her. Though knowing Dawn she'd feel even worse if part of her family went missing and she didn't help.

Hence the repent.

"I call her," said Buffy and went off to find the phone.

Sunnydale Medical School

Dawn chewed her bottom lip anxiously, tucking strands of brown hair that fell out of her pony tail behind her ear; blue eyes flitted around the room which was occupied by about thirty other students like her.

She wiped her sweaty hands on her jeans and shook her head sheepishly; it was only an examination. A written one at that. Sheesh, give her an Apocalypse and she was fine, give her an exam like this and she was practically a nervous wreck.

It must be a 'Scooby' thing.

She breathed in deeply and the exhaled to get herself to relax, her friends had said that she'd be fine. She was bright. She could do this.

She groaned, "Give me an Apocalypse. Anything but this."

She heard her phone 'beep' and she gulped, she was supposed to turn the cell phone off before she got into the exam room. Oh well, she still had time to do that after she answered the call.

The brunette dug through her pocket and withdrew a small cell phone, she looked at it. Buffy. She flicked it open while cursing in her mind, Why did I open my big mouth?! It had to be an apocalypse; there wasn't any other reason she could think of that would make her sister phone her in the middle of an exam.

"Buffy?" she said cautiously. She listened carefully to what her sister was saying. "What?!" What the hell were the Military thinking? And why did she have to open her big mouth?! If Chris got hurt it really would be an Apocalypse; the worst kind of apocalypse was one that was made by one of your own. Willow. She was gonna be so pissed!

"I'm coming," she decided immediately. No way was she not going to be there to help them.

She just had to explain to the professors why she had to leave right before her exams.

At the SGC

Daniel paced around the briefing room restlessly, he didn't want to be here; "Can't we be doing something a little more practical than just sitting on our asses?" he asked desperately.

Hammond sighed, "I wish we could, Dr Jackson, but aside from the fact that we have no idea where to start looking for them…well, that's just it, they could be anywhere."

Jack agreed silently, "The President should be phoning in with their location at any time now, right?"

Daniel started getting agitated again and clenched his fists to stop himself from waving them around, "How do we even know that Willow's friends would tell us their location…they HATE the military?!"

Hammond nodded, "While you do have a valid point I am quite sure that once we tell them of your relation to Miss Rosenberg and your son they will cease to be suspicious of our motives."

There was a little doubt lacing the General's words as he said this, but Daniel knew that no one could be sure what would happen in the following hours or even days.

So, he nodded unconvincingly and resumed his pacing.

"What is the President doing now to help us find them?" asked Jack as he swung his chair from side to side restlessly.

"The President is trying to contact Senator Kinsey for an answer as to the whereabouts of Miss Rosenberg and the boy," the Texan massaged his temples as if trying to ward off a headache. "Though, I wouldn't hold my breath."

Sam spoke up suddenly, "To be quite honest, sirs, I'm just glad that Willow's friends don't suspect us of being in the same boat as Kinsey."

"You hope," remarked Jack seriously. For all they knew the 'Scooby Gang' were planning to infiltrate the entire base as they were speaking.

The archaeologist picked up a file absentmindedly and said, "Jack, if they think we're responsible we'd have no chance of making it to our next birthdays."

No, they wouldn't have a chance in Hell.

Back at Summers' Residence

The door bell rang, Buffy ran out of the lounge and almost ripped the door clean off the hinges in her haste; she took one look at her baby sister before hugging her tightly.

"Ow," complained the twenty-one year old. "Slayer strength, Buffy."

After apologizing vaguely she pulled the brunette inside the house, it was time to find their friends.