STORY TITLE: Brave and the Bold - Sunnydale
PART: 06 of ?
AUTHOR: Red Jacobson (redjacobsonfiction )
DISTRIBUTION: , Twisting the Hellmouth, Archive of Our Own, Hentai-Foundry, Questionable Questing
DISCLAIMER: None of the Characters You Recognize belong to me, they all belong to Joss Whedon and Mutant Enemy, the Titans characters are property of DC/Warner Brothers, and John (Mister Clark) Kelly and his supporting crew are all property of Tom Clancy's estate and his publishers.
SUMMARY: After Halloween, Sunnydale has five new heroes!
FEEDBACK: Of course! It Makes Me Write Faster
RELATIONSHIPS: Xander/Willow, Xander/Willow/Buffy, Eventually Xander/Willow/Multi
RATING: NC-17
WORD COUNT: 5,954
SPOILERS: Canon up to Season Two Episode Halloween
ON LEMONS: There won't be any explicit lemons in this chapter, we need to get the plot moving, since it's still the Sunday after Halloween as the chapter starts.
WARNINGS: If You've ever read any of my stories, you know what to expect, Oral, anal, Femme-slash, Dom/sub, multiple partners, and Femme-cest.
FOR READERS OF CIRCLE OF SCOOBY: You will see similarities between Snyder and the Misfits in Circle of Scooby, and Snyder and the other characters. This is because I was brainstorming the Misfits story, and the characterization of Romulus was just too much fun to leave alone. Hope you don't mind.
Sunnydale Mall
Food Court
Sunday, November 2nd, 1997
Immediately After the Prior Scene
Xander and the others headed off to get some food, but Amy hesitated, looking at the two of them for a long moment before asking Xander to pick up a couple of slices of pepperoni pizza and a Pepsi, she needed to talk to Jonathon and Aura. Xander had given the girl a searching look, before smiling and nodding.
When the three of them were alone Amy looked at them seriously and said, "Who did the two of you dress as Friday night?"
Jono glanced at Aura, who shrugged, she'd follow his lead. He said, "John Constantine" and with a nod to Aura, continued "And Zatanna Zatara, the Mistress of Magic!' Aura mimed standing, removing a top hat, and bowing,
which got a laugh from Jono and Amy, and Aura took a drink of her soda, and asked,
"Okay, so we showed you ours, gonna show us yours?"
Amy sputtered, trying to find a way to answer, until Aura started giggling and Amy mock glared at her and tossed a napkin at her head. "I dressed as Raven from the Titans, and when she took over my body, the dark energies almost overwhelmed her and she got out of town as quickly as she could. I woke up in the desert a couple of miles from town yesterday morning, and had to walk back home."
Xander and the others brought their trays to the table, and Amy picked up the first slice of pizza and took a big bite. Swallowing, she got a huge smile on her face and said "Thanks for this Xander, I've been craving pizza for ages, but it doesn't make sense to order a pizza just for me, so I have to indulge my pizza addiction at the food court. Oh, and by the way," she said, "Meet the two new magic users in town, who spent Friday night as John Constantine and Zatanna Zatara, we haven't gotten to their experiences yet."
Xander winced when he heard the name that Jonathon used, and he said, "I hope you don't regret that costume Jono, because, while John is a very knowledgeable mage, he also has some very nasty extra-dimensional enemies, and we have enough to deal with just handling things native to this dimension."
To Xander's relief, Jon just shook his head, "The first thing he did after meeting up with Zee, was blocking any of the oogie-boogie's from finding this dimension, and, Amy, that should prevent Raven's father from locating her or you."
Amy let out a sigh of relief, "Thank Hecate" she murmured, "I know that her father is fictional in this universe, but even so, he scares the shit out of me!"
"You aren't the only one, Ames," Xander said, seriously, while Jono, Willow, and Harmony all nodded in agreement. The table was quiet as everyone worked on their food. When they were finished, Xander looked at Jon and Aura seriously, "So, now you know about what's going on behind the scenes, what are you planning to do? If you just want to forget about it, you probably will, there's something strange in this town that makes it easy to forget anything out of the ordinary."
Jon and Aura shared a glance, and Aura said, "We can't go back to pretending things haven't changed, Jon and I kept our abilities for a reason, and it wasn't to make it easier to get each other naked, that's just a bonus. But if there's any way we can help, let us know."
Cordy said, "Actually, that's part of why we are here, getting workout clothes because we're going to be talking to a guy who does training, individual and small unit, from when he was in the Navy. And Aura? We are going to want details girl!" Aura smirked while Jonathon looked like he was trying not to blush. Xander could understand how he was feeling, even though he'd gotten used to it by now, he'd been stunned by just how crude the girl's conversation was. Fortunately, all of the girls were very complimentary, but it was kind of unnerving to have sweet, innocent little Willow telling Cordy that she was going to place an order for some toys, including handcuffs and strap-ons, so Cordelia and Xander could secure her to the bed and make her the meat in a sandwich! That mental image was going to stick with him for quite a while, especially when both Harmony and Buffy got speculative looks on their faces.
By the time everyone had finished eating, Cordelia had gathered up all the girls, including Aura, to do their shopping, leaving him and Jonathon to get themselves equipped. It took the two of them less than 20 minutes to find what they were looking for, try them on, and pay for their entire purchase. Leaving the store, Xander checked the time and said, "They will be at least another hour, deciding what they are getting, and that's only if they agree to hold off on the gossip session until they get somewhere more private. Let's head to the Game Cave, and see if they have any new Forgotten Realms books or modules."
Jonathon shrugged, "Why not, might be interesting to see if any of the spells can be reproduced. Aura was thinking the same thing, but since we had the encounter with Doctor Fate last night, she was thinking about picking up some back issues, and some sourcebooks for the DC role-playing game. Not sure if it will work, but if it does..." His smile turned shark-like and Xander almost felt sorry for any vampires they encountered, but he wanted to find out about meeting Doctor Fate.
"When you say you met Doctor Fate, did he actually show up, blue and yellow costume, gold helmet, all that?"
Shaking his head, Jonathon said, "No, although that would have been wild, but it was a vision of the helmet with an urgent message. I had to call Miss Calendar and tell her to get to the Librarian's apartment and stop him from making a huge mistake. He didn't give any more information, so I guess I'll have to wait until tomorrow to find out what that was all about."
Xander stared at him, before shaking his head and saying, "Jono, since you're going to be hanging and working with us, you need to know a couple of things. One, Giles, the librarian, is also very involved in fighting the nasties. He has a huge reference library that we use to find a solution to a problem or the exact wording of a prophecy. There's more to it, obviously, but some secrets aren't mine to tell, okay?"
They were at the entrance to the Game Cave and changed the subject of conversation, at least until they were somewhere private. By the time they had found what they were looking for, it had been close to a half hour, and when they left the store, Xander grinned in anticipation, seeing that all the girls were coming toward them, and in addition to the workout clothes, each of them was carrying a bag from Fredrick's of Hollywood, and when he looked at Jonathon, the other guy was grinning as widely as Xander. The rest of the day should be very interesting, to put it mildly.
BATBS & BATBS & BATBS
Chase Manor
Sunday, November 2nd, 1997
Mid Afternoon
The house was almost completely silent when Charles, only a small handful of people could get away with calling him 'Chuck' these days, Charles Chase opened the door and punched in the security code so the security company knew they didn't need to respond. Stepping to the side, he let the limo driver come through the door with no problem. He wasn't expecting any difficulties, since the sun was high in the sky, but he and Margaret knew what not to do living in Sunnydale, thanks to the time spent with Heather and the others, and the first thing they learned was, never give a verbal invitation to come in, once a vampire is over the threshold, they could do whatever they wanted, and that rarely turns out well.
The limo driver set their luggage down, what little there was to carry, and Charles palmed a $50 bill in his hand for the tip, reaching out to shake the driver's hand and thank him for the ride, passing the cash into the driver's palm. The driver's professional smile turned genuine, and he pulled out a card for the Limo Service, so they could request him the next time they needed a ride. Margaret had kept her jacket on until the driver had left and the door closed behind him. Once it was just her and Charles in the house, she unzipped her jacket, showing that she was completely topless, her nipples standing tall with the ring in each one, and the small diamond embedded in the rings sparkled in the overhead light. Charles looked at her in appreciation, even after 18 years of Marriage she still looked as good as she did in high school. Of course, he worked just as hard to keep himself in the best possible condition, not just from vanity, although Margaret enjoys watching him, but, in case the Mayor catches on to what they are doing and moves against them, the ability to fight or run away depending on the situation, would help keep them alive.
He was still admiring his wife as she replayed the message on their answering machine. Hearing Cordelia's cheerful voice on the machine let them relax a bit, although they were a bit curious about who exactly was with her on this shopping trip, besides Harmony and Aura. Once they were satisfied that nothing was wrong, Margaret reached down and opened her skirt, letting it slide down her legs and showing her freshly shaved pussy, the 'kef' tattoo clearly visible on her inner thigh The two of them got a great deal of amusement imagining the reactions of some of their 'friends' if they ever saw her tattoo and understood what it meant. It was a pleasant surprise one afternoon in the pool house shower, and Margaret noticed the same tattoo on Althea's inner thigh, and the two of them shared a smile, knowing that their friendship just had an exciting extra ingredient added. As soon as they were done with their showers and were dressed, the two of them made it a point to casually advise their husbands about mutual interests, and it was arranged for the couple to stay behind when the other guests had left. It was quite an enjoyable evening, their husbands watching as she and Althea used their mouths and fingers on each other was just the beginning, by the end of the evening, she and Althea were enjoyed by each other's husbands, and both of them had been taken front and back at the same time. Margaret almost wished there was another man there so he could fill her mouth. It had been a disappointment that Althea and her husband/Master Jacob were not able to clear their schedules to join them on the Gorean Society Cruise, which was how she and her Master celebrated their 18th Wedding Anniversary.
Cordelia said in the message that she would be home by 7 o'clock., which was their normal dinner time, so Charles went to check his emails, even though he did put a message that he had been away from his computer for the last 10 days. She picked up her jacket and skirt, putting them in the dry cleaners pile. Margaret had chosen some comfortable clothing to wear, in case their daughter brought a friend home with her, and she was checking to see if there was anything else that needed dry cleaning, when she heard Charles calling her name, and she had never heard him sound so tense, hurrying into the study, she saw him standing by the painting that hid the wall safe, and he was pale as if he had seen a ghost.
Before she could ask him what was wrong, he pointed at the computer monitor, and it showed an open email, nothing that was very important until she looked at the sender's email address. The email was from Heather , She turned to Charles and noticed that his hands were shaking as he tried to open the safe. "Do you want me to open it? My hands are steadier than yours at the moment."
He nodded, gratefully, "I'll be okay I think, it's just that nobody has used those email addresses for years, and seeing her name, it hit me all over again."
Margaret gave him a sad smile, "I know, I miss her too, she was part of our lives for 12 years, and then, because of those bastard Watchers, she was gone." Entering the combination to the lock, the safe door clicked open, and she reached in, lifting the picture of all of them, taken a week before Heather died, under the picture was the small book and the magnifying glass that she thought they would never use again. Charles had sat back at the desk and printed out the email and opened the code book to the first word of the message. "It's from Rom, some interesting things happened at Halloween and after."
He continued translating, grinning slightly in places, and grimacing in others, "I didn't need to know that much about Cordelia's sex life, Rom!"
Margaret smirked, having a decent idea of what Rom may have told him, she and Cordelia had a fairly strong relationship and she was aware of some of Cordelia's 'sleepovers' with Aura and Harmony, which weren't all that different from the nights that she, Jessica Stein, now Harris, and Heather would stay over at one of their houses, usually one where the parents were absent, and soon the clothes were hitting the ground. There were also the nights that Charles and Tony would be invited to play as well, and that just made the five of them even closer. Rom and Paul were well aware of what was going on, but since Jessica was Paul's sister, and Rom's parents were fostering Heather, neither of them wanted to be anywhere near those nights.
"What? There can't be anything in there that shocks you, considering what we got up to at her age."
He shook his head, "Well, to start with, she's having sex with Tony and Jessica's boy, Xander, and 4 or 5 other girls, one he's not sure about yet. And two of the girls are Harmony and Aura, which is no surprise, but the other two, Willow Rosenberg? The two of them hated each other from practically the day they met, but something happened Halloween night to change that. The last girl is interesting though, have you stopped in at the Sunnydale Gallery, run by a Joyce Summers?"
"A couple of times, she finds some interesting items at estate sales, why?"
"Because she's the mother of Buffy Summers, who's the current slayer, and Giles, the librarian is her Watcher, although, from what Rom is saying, he might actually be salvageable, but it looks like Joyce is aware of what goes on in this town, and isn't really impressed with the Watchers. I just wish I'd been there, she belted him right in the jaw, with a stocking filled with rolled quarters, so you know that had to hurt! But, if you happen to find yourself downtown, take a minute or two to make contact with Joyce, it might be worth bringing her in and giving her training, and seeing where her skills lay."
BATBS & BATBS & BATBS
Kelly's Fitness
1227 Edna Mae Boulevard
Monday, November 3rd, 1997
7:30 am
John was unlocking the front door to the gym when the sound of running feet caught his attention. Taking a quick look, he grinned at his son-in-law, Domingo, or Ding as he was generally known, and gave him a wave as he passed, doing his morning run. Less than a year earlier, he would have been right beside him, unfortunately, the injuries from the last Rainbow mission, plus the damned arthritis meant that running was a memory now. He was just glad that his leg didn't affect his eyes or his experience, and that was what people came to him for. He had Ding and a couple of his buddies from the Columbia mission to handle the hand-to-hand and movement portions of the course. Pulling open the door, he keyed in the security code, although he had never heard of a security company willing to come to Sunnydale after dark. He didn't blame them, if this wasn't a mission from President Ryan, he'd never be within 100 miles of this place! Hell, he'd had fewer nightmares when he was In Country trying to find Dutch Maxwell's boy than he has just setting foot in this town.
Once he had the lights on, he checked that he had gotten his coffee ready the night before, the percolator had the grounds already. Turning it on, he started the coffee makers for Ding and the others, who couldn't handle his blend. Once he had the Gym ready for business, he booted up his computer and waited for it to be ready. Hearing the jangle of the bells when the door opened, he looked up to see one of his regulars, a detective named Paul who worked for the Sunnydale Police Department. He was friendly enough, and John had the impression that Detective Stein was not happy about things going on in this town. He'd thought about making an approach for a few weeks, but decided to hold off until he could make contact with the hunter group here in town. He had a few names, and their estimated ages, and he was disgusted that it was left to teenagers to deal with the demonic crap!
Giving Paul a smile and a nod, the other man hefted his gym bag and headed to the men's locker room. Hearing the distinct hiss and beeping from the modem, he waited until the voice came out of the speakers, "Welcome! You've Got Mail!"
Going to the inbox, in addition to far more advertisements for Viagra and hair replacement, neither of which he was in the market for, there was an email from a Queen C, with the subject of 'group training' Intrigued, he opened the email and saw that the group included Alexander Harris, Willow Rosenberg, and, most interesting of all, Buffy Summers! He didn't recognize the other names but if they were with Summers and the others, chances are they are part of the group he has been looking for. He hadn't expected the answer to drop out of the sky like this but knew better than to question it. Reading between the lines of the email, something happened very recently to make them aware they needed professional training if they wanted to survive this little guerrilla war with soul and sanity intact. He was curious about the request for training in a light crossbow because they are only good until they get within claw or bite range. Oh well, they're talking about paying good money, he'll find them a light crossbow instructor. The rest of the requirements were no problem, any of his people could train them, but, if Summers is the reason they are involved in the fight, she's going to need additional training, and, probably Harris as well, since the email implied that he was the one who took control when whatever happened on Halloween took place.
Looking up as the door opened he took one look at the man walking in, and he may have dressed like a typical college student, but he was military, his entire bearing screamed it! This reminded him of a rumor that Ding picked up, that groups of men in camouflage uniforms are roaming over each of the cemeteries in town. And if they encounter one of the beasts, they are trying to capture it. What the hell sense does that make? You find one of those things, and if you can, you destroy it. The only thing that says to him is that somebody in the Pentagon has gotten ambitious again, and if the troops aren't in violation of the Posse Comitatus Act, they've at the very least put a couple of toes on the line, and if they aren't stopped, things could go bad, real bad.
Jotting down a note to try and find out more about the soldiers, he replied to Queen C's email inviting her and the rest to stop by this afternoon after school. Sending the email off, he was still looking to find out what it was about this town that makes people willing to accept BBQ Fork accidents, or gang members on PCP. This isn't the 70's or 80's when PCP was a major problem. He needed to find a way to have a quiet conversation with Detective Stein, to see if they could find common ground. He also needed to get in touch with Mary Pat at Langley, there is something extremely hinky about the Honorable Richard Wilkins the Third, and he's inside the Mayor's domain, and poking around like that would bring him the attention he really could do without!
Going back to the soldiers, there was a name floating around, apparently, nobody bothered to teach these grunts was OPSEC was all about, but the name was Maggie something, Wash? No, Wurst? No, Walsh! That's it, Walsh!
Putting the name on the notepad so he doesn't forget it, he types up what information he's gathered and runs it through the encryption program that the Campus uses, which is about as secure as they can make it now. He opened up the spoof email account, that goes to , and attached the zipped file, hiding it in a JPEG of a German Black Forest Cake that Sandy had made over the weekend. He was glad that he took the picture when it was just brought out, otherwise, the picture would have been nothing but crumbs. He also included the recipe that Sandy used it was something her grandmother taught her to make when she was younger. John grinned at the reaction of anybody who monitored this email since it was only used to send pictures and recipes, and sometimes a little something extra zipped into the background. Once the recipe was completely copied, he started writing the email, using the phrases so Sandy would know to grab the attachment. Addressing the email to MaryPat , he sent it off. Checking the clock, it was just after 8 o'clock, making it 11 o'clock in Virginia so Mary Pat should be at her desk.
His coffee was finally ready, so he grabbed his HMEC Panache coffee mug, a gift from Captain Weggoner after the Columbia mission. Taking a sip, he got an alert that he had an email, he was surprised that Queen C was able to respond to his email so quickly, especially since she should be at school now. The email was short, just confirming that they would be there that afternoon.
He made a note on the calendar that he had some prospective students coming in this afternoon. Getting up from his desk, he walked to the back of the building, where Ding had a desk. It looked like he had just sat down, hair still wet from the shower.
"Got some potential students coming in after they get out of school, and some of the students are on the list Jack gave us when we got this assignment."
"No shit?" His son-in-law asked, "At least it saves us having to find them, and get people suspicious about our interest in High School Students."
John scowled, "Don't even go there, Domingo! In a situation like that, even if you are joking, somebody hears you and our reputation is shot, it doesn't matter if we are as pure as Caesar's Wife, just the questions being asked would ruin us."
From the look on Ding's face, he hadn't thought about how people would react and didn't know he was joking. Quickly changing the subject, he started asking what sort of training they were looking for. By the time Ding had the information, it was time for his first class on unarmed self-defense to start. John turned and left him to it, moving back to his desk to make a dent in the 'official' work that the President gave him, it would be an interesting challenge to revamp the Campus training program and do it right this time. The first time it was set up, the bean counters wanted to approve everything, and save every penny they could, so what if it meant that one of their agents got left out in the cold? It isn't their problem so why should they care?
Grumbling about the idiocy of the REMFs, he grabbed the folder with an overview of the current training. He was going to be busy the rest of the week, but it beat being bored!
BATBS & BATBS & BATBS
Greyhound Bus
Somewhere in Arkansas
Tuesday, November 3rd, 1997
6:00 am
It was the feeling of the bus coming to a stop that woke her, and Tara stretched in her seat, a wide smile on her face. She was free! And thanks to the phone call she made at that gas station in Louisiana, her relatives are going to have a lot more to worry about than just where she was. She was just going to leave them to their own devices, but something told her to check Donnie's room, he had already left to go to his vocational school, and she had almost 45 minutes before she had to leave. Fortunately, this was one of the days that her father had to work, so she was alone in the house but didn't want to take a chance of somebody coming back. When she got into Donnie's room, wrinkling her nose at the smell, she felt guided to look under his bed, and, among the porn magazines and the crumpled-up tissues, she saw several wrapped packages of a white powder. Carefully leaving the packages alone, she searched the room for the cash that would almost have to be there. It took several minutes, but eventually, she found, a roll of bills in Donnie's pants. Grabbing the cash, she grabbed her pack and headed to the school to meet with Mrs Jarvis. Tara hoped that the woman didn't get into trouble for driving her to the bus terminal, but she didn't seem worried about it. She had bought a burner phone and called the DEA to report the cocaine and told them she was going into hiding so her father or brother didn't kill her, because they all carried guns almost all the time. She hung up the phone and tossed it in the nearest sewer grate before getting back on the bus and heading to California.
It was strange, but she'd had a few more dreams, or maybe it was just one long dream during the night, but she was Terra again and was controlling the earth and rocks around her, even flying on the top of one of the larger rocks. Fortunately, they weren't fighting that horrid demon in this dream, it was a man in a full-body costume, his face was completely covered, and the mask was half blue and half orange, but there was no opening in the orange half to see out of. She heard Nightwing, although something told her that his name was Alexander, but he called the man Slade and was trying to calm him down, he was yelling about how he was forced to kill his son because he'd gotten wrapped up in their weakness. Tara didn't understand what he was talking about, but in her dreams, part of her knew what he was talking about, and felt a pang of sorry, because Joseph, Jericho as he was known, was a friend, and he should never have gotten involved with the Wildebeasts. The next dream seemed to take place after the first because she was standing under a shower, letting the pulsating water ease her strained muscles. She was just starting to relax, when she felt someone behind her, and she froze, worried that it was Alexander or one of the others, but feeling the breasts pressing against her back, and Kori's breath on her skin, she turned and started kissing the other girl, who was happy to do the same. The two of them kept kissing each other, and their hands were touching places on the other girl, and could feel her excitement growing. The two of them faded away and appeared in her bedroom, still wet from the shower, but neither one of them cared as they tumbled onto the bed and moved so they could taste each other. Terra knew exactly what to do, she and Kory had been, well fuck buddies is a good term for it, since not long after she joined the team. That part of the dream went on for a good long time until she hit her peak at the same time Kori did.
Sometime later, she had no way of telling, but Alexander and all the other women, and one other boy were sitting around a big polished wood table, and all of them had thick books open in front of them. She could tell this was the high school library, and she spent a lot of time there when she wasn't in class. The older man was probably the librarian, and he seemed to be on good terms with everyone but she could feel the darkness in him and wanted to help him get rid of it, but he just accepted it as part of him, part of making him who he was. She just hoped that he didn't regret it, but she'd made the offer and couldn't force the older man to accept, that would be even darker than what he had done before they arrived.
The bus driver announced they would be departing in an hour, and if they needed to, the truck stop they were parked at had available showers. Tara considered it, but she didn't want to rush the shower, when she got cleaned up, she wanted to just let the hot water pour down on her, knowing that she didn't have to worry about Donnie or their father shoving the door open and yanking her out of the shower because she was taking so long. And the way their piggy eyes looked at her naked body, she knew that she needed to get away as soon as she could, and she did!
BATBS & BATBS & BATBS
Kingston International Airport Departures Lounge
Kingston, Jamaica
Tuesday, November 3rd, 1997
12:05 pm
Kendra Young, the Vampire Slayer, settled into her window seat as she waited for the plane to start moving. She did her best not to show it, but she was excited, this was her first time flying, her first time leaving Jamaica, and she kept touching the buttoned pocket on her jacket, feeling the shape of the passport, and her identification card. She had no idea that it was so complicated to travel anywhere, and her Watcher, Mister Zabuto said that it was even more difficult to fly into Europe. She wouldn't mind seeing England, she saw the Palace on TV and wanted to see it in person, but she would need to find a way to buy a ticket because that wouldn't be official council business. Not that she was certain just what she was supposed to do once she made contact with Mister Giles. Hopefully, he would know what her mission is.
The captain's voice came over the loudspeaker, announcing that their flight to Miami was going to be taking off in just a few minutes. The stewardess demonstrated the seatbelt and the oxygen mask in case they needed to know how to use them. By the time they were finished with the demonstration, the captain directed them to take their seats because they were taking off. Kendra was amazed at the view from her window, seeing the ground fall away beneath her, and then they were in the clouds, and she felt she could almost reach out and touch them. After a few minutes, she sat back in her seat and closed her eyes, hoping to get a nap, this was only the start of a very long day. She fell asleep fairly quickly, and her dreams were bizarre, she could tell that they weren't Slayer dreams, but they felt real to her. She saw herself in the dreams, naked and touching other girls, and a good-looking man, and he was touching her too, and it was wonderful! Then she was dressed, and so were all the others, but they were wearing costumes like you'd see in a comic book. They were fighting against a bunch of costumed thugs, and she knew they were called the Wildebeest Society, but why they were fighting she didn't know. The fighting faded away, and she was sitting in the shade of a tree with all the others from her dreams, she couldn't make out what they were saying, there was too much noise, and then the noise got even louder, but before she could identify the source, a sudden jerk made her wake up, and she was surprised to see she had slept almost 2 hours. After taking the time to use the bathroom, she got back to her seat just as the stewardess was bringing around soda and little snack bags of peanuts.
The rest of the flight was smooth, and when they landed, she had a bit of time to get to her flight to California, since she didn't have to wait for her luggage. Soon she was on the plane to California, and she wondered if she'd see any movie or TV stars while she was there. She may have had her duty, and she would perform it to the best of her ability, but she was still an 18-year-old girl, and would want to at least see Hollywood.
End Chapter Six
