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This fic occurs in the same continuity as my previous Buffy/Sports Night and Buffy/Law and Order crossovers. Those fics, as well as previous parts of this one, are available at http://www.geocities.com/grnarmadillo
SPOILER WARNING: This fic occurs after the season finales of Buffy and the West Wing, and contains spoilers for both.
*Spike’s Crypt*
Dawn: “I tried to talk them into letting you come along but...”
Spike: “No, they’re right, little bit. Airplanes aren’t the safest places for my kind of people, what with the bursting into flames midair and all. Besides, those New York cops would probably come after me if they saw me walking in the front of the White House....”
Dawn: “Oh yes. Because you’re the big old bad and all....”
Spike: “Hey, you didn’t meet those lawyers. And you people call ME a bloodsucker....”
Dawn: *smiles, then turns serious* “Spike... I wanted to ask a favor.”
Spike: “Sure, whatever you need.”
Dawn: “I... I’ve been going to visit every week.... could you make sure she isn’t alone?”
Spike: *sad, attempts to joke it off* “Sure, little bit. The big bad Slayer won’t have anything to worry about with me guarding her for great justice and little puppies and stuff.”
Dawn: *smiles faintly, hugs Spike* “Thanks, Spike....”
Spike: *half tearing up* “Don’t mention it....”
*The Magic Box*
Anya: *helping to clean up and put away stuff after closing* “So the store won’t make any money while we’re gone?”
Giles: *half-tired, but used to the opinions of his co-worker* “No, Anya, I imagine the store will not open by itself to sell things.”
Anya: *crestfallen* “It seems such a shame....” *suddenly perks up* “A spell! Can’t Willow and Tara cast a spell so the store will run itself?”
Willow: *thinking* “Maybe if we...”
Tara: *worried* “Oh no, we couldn’t possibly use magic for THAT....”
Willow: “Why not, dear? We’d just need to animate a few objects, maybe ward the door to prevent people from stealing stuff-”
Tara: *puts a finger over Willow’s mouth in a “shhh” motion, states matter of factly* “Will, just because we practice the dark arts doesn’t mean we’re going into retail.”
Willow: *giggles*
Anya: *exasperated* “What good is dark power if you aren’t making money from it?”
Giles: *sighs, when suddenly the phone rings, and he walks over to get it* “Hello?”
Quentin: *on phone* “Hello, Rupert.”
Giles: *face hardens, ducks around the bookshelf so he’s out of the scoobies line of sight, talks quietly* “Quentin. I suppose you’re impatient for my report on Buffy.... the Slayer’s final battle.”
Quentin: *in his usual not too sincere concern, while actually only after his own self-interest* “Rupert... her death was a tragedy. She was one of the most noted Slayers in recent memory, and she gave her life in the same way she lived it, doing her duty of standing between the people of this world and the forces of darkness.”
Giles: *coldly* “She’s still dead.”
Quentin: “Rupert, I understand if this is a painful process for you, so the Council shall await your report after your trip to Washington.”
Giles: “Why am I unsurprised that you people are tracking my movements?”
Quentin: “Despite some... questionable... choices you’ve made in the past, your results as Ms. Summers’ Watcher speak for themselves. We look forward to your wrapping up your current assignment now that it’s over and returning to us. But in the mean time, we have a request of you.”
Giles: “I should have known. Aren’t you busy enough training the new Slayer?”
Quentin: “That’s the problem, Rupert. Buffy has already died once, and had a replacement called. We’re not entirely sure if another has been called now, or if Faith is the only Slayer now.”
Giles: “Oh come on, Quentin. You can’t seriously be asking me to check on a Slayer candidate....”
Quentin: “Rupert, as you know, there are a limited number of girls who can be called as the Slayer. We’re checking all the ones we have access to, but there’s a certain one with whom we have been unable to place an agent....”
Xander: *walking in, sweaty from construction work* “Hey guys!”
Anya: “How was work, dear?”
Xander: “Rough. I used to get half my business replacing plate glass windows from assorted fights, but things have been quiet recently, so we’re actually having to learn how to do other things....”
Willow: “You want us to get rowdy? We could get thrown out of the Bronze....”
Giles: *having finished his conversation, comes to the front* “How about we refrain from getting any of you arrested? I’m not sure how security at the White House looks upon admitting criminals....”
*White house basement conference room (home of the Sagittarius briefings late last season)*
Sam: “Why does it seem like it’s always bad news when we’re down here?”
Toby: “All hell hath broken loose. It’s ALL bad news.”
CJ: “The only question is which is going to tear us apart first, whatever’s broken loose, or the Press Corps.”
Josh: “CJ, they would never tear YOU apart.”
CJ: “Do you know the press corps?”
Josh: “Yep.”
CJ: “Then how can you say that?”
Sam: “Because we want you to stay confident, since we know that if they smell blood they’ll kill you.”
CJ: “I’m touched.”
Bartlet: *walks into the room, Leo in tow, everyone stands up* “Alright, what’s going on?”
Toby: “Vampires, Demons, and other Hostile Subterrestrials are on the loose.”
Leo: *looks sternly* “What’s REALLY going on.”
Josh: “I’m afraid Toby’s got it pretty well covered, actually.”
Leo: “The federal government was investigating VAMPIRES in Sunnydale, California?!”
Donna: “Wouldn’t the sunshine be bothersome to the vampires?”
Sam: “GAO statistics say that Sunnydale has one of the largest tunnel systems for a community of its size in the country.”
Donna: “Like sewage tunnels?”
Sam: “Like actual tunnels. Don’t ask what their legitimate purpose is, no one knows, but the upshot is that if you know what you’re doing you can get between any two points in the town without seeing the sun.”
Josh: “Hey, wasn’t that one of the reports GAO recommended we cut to save the taxpayers money?” *general snickers as Sam looks vaguely sheepish*
Bartlet: “So there was a secret research program on assorted creatures of the night in Sunnydale?”
Toby: “Yes, sir. The army, under orders from your predecessor, hid the base under a house at UC Sunnydale.”
Josh: “We think the whole thing came to light when one of the test subjects, a wanted cop-killer in New York City, was arrested and brought to trial earlier this year.”
Leo: “Can we put some of the personnel involved on the stand?”
Sam: “Many of the command staff, including Doctor Margaret Walsh, the program’s creator, were killed when things went south before the project was shut down. A large fraction of the enlisted men appear to have gone AWOL, possibly to continue their work in Latin America.”
Josh: “Our best hope of sorting this mess out is to talk to these civilians we’re flying in from Sunnydale....”
Donna: “Turns out Josh’s third cousin helped save many of the survivors.”
Sam: “I thought it was a second cousin, once removed?”
Leo: “Get some answers. The Press is going to want them soon enough.”
CJ: *as the meeting breaks up, after the President and Leo have left* “Is it still too late for me to quit?”
*The gravesite of... Buffy Anne Summers*
Spike: *standing sadly, having just placed some flowers in front of the grave* “Sorry I missed the funeral.... I didn’t think you’d want your guests all panicking when one of them burst into flames... It was an outdoor service.... just like you said you wanted the time when your witch friend messed up that spell...” *stands silent for a few moments, on the verge of tears* “I... I’m sorry... Buffy... if I had stopped Doc... prevented the ritual from starting....” *choked-up* “I just feel like it was all my fault....”
Woman: *stepping out from the shadows behind Spike* “How refreshing. One of my constituents taking responsibility for things himself instead of blaming everything on the government.”
Spike: *whirls around, angry in game face* “I don’t know who the hell you are, but you’d better hope you’re human, or you’re about to be in a world of hurt...”
Woman: “Now, now, William, is that any way to thank the person who paid your legal bills?”
Spike: “You’re the bitch who set those maniacs loose on me? I wouldn’t be so calm, if I were you. My payback might make the price the bloody chip in my head’ll give me worthwhile...”
Woman: *completely calm* “Let’s be reasonable here, Spike. I needed you to go on trial, because I wanted the events of the Initiative to go public. If all the information comes out, it may include instructions on how to fix your little problem.....”
Spike: *looks suspicious, suddenly recognizes her* “Wait... I’ve seen you on the tele.... you’re that Senator chick....”
Woman: “Yes, and I’m always pleased to discuss concerns with the voting public, even the undead voting public. I’m Senator Lillian Wilkins. Pleased to meet you.”
To be continued.....
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