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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.
*Two and a half years ago, Sunnydale Mayor’s Office*
Deputy Mayor Alan Finch: *knocks on the door*
Mayor Richard Wilkins: “Come in, come in.... ah Alan, what can I do for you?”
Finch: “Your sister Lillian is here to see you, sir.”
Mayor: “Very good. Send her in.” *Finch goes to leave* “And Alan....” *Finch stops and turns* “Your shirt is coming untucked at the sides. Do fix that.”
Finch: *tucks in his shirt, leaves shaken as always, gestures Lillian to the door.
Lillian Wilkins: *walks into the Mayor’s office, looks around*
Mayor: *gets up, with a broad smile, arms outstretched* “Well if it isn’t my favorite sister!” *the two of them hug* “How are you doing, Lily?”
Lily: “Richard.... you know why I’m here.”
Mayor: “Of course, you could hardly skip seeing your kid brother’s new office!” *sweeps arms, broadly showing off the place, rests hands on his desk, but notices a smudge and almost unconsciously pulls out a handkerchief and polishes it off, then looks back up with a smile* “That right there is what this is all about, you know. I’ve got a chance to really clean up this city.”
Lily: *angrily* “You KNOW the rules, Richard! We’re immortal! We’re not SUPPOSED to seek public positions where people are going to notice that we don’t age, and we DON’T die!”
Mayor: “You would be right, of course. However, I’d say that with the Centennial celebration I’ve got planned for this town, that won’t be the only thing they notice.”
Lily: “You don’t mean you have...” *turns pale*
Mayor: *gestures to the cabinet* “The books of Ascension. At the chosen hour, Darkness will follow and day becomes night....”
Lily: *cuts him off, sharply* “And you will abandon your human aspect, becoming the pure embodiment of the demon. Have you COMPLETELY forgotten what happened at Kastka? Even embodying Lo-Hash wasn’t enough to save him, and Lo-Hash was a four-winged soul killer. I’m not even sure what demons will be in phase at that time of year, some sort of giant snake?!”
Mayor: “That isn’t the point. I will be completely invulnerable until the Ascension, even the Slayers can’t stop me.”
Lily: *incredulous* “The Slayer?! There’s more than ONE here? And you’re planning an ascension?! Have you completely lost it?!”
Mayor: “Lily....” *sees her looking sternly at him* “Lillian... I’m doing this for you, big sister.... “ *actually showing emotion* “I... the world is so unclean... and I will only be able to cleanse it if I cleanse myself of this human aspect.... It’s all for you....”
Lily: *a tear streaks down her cheek* “You’ll die.... Richard, the human weakness will always be there, and even if you beat the Slayer now, somewhere someday someone will harness that weakness and destroy you.... and I can’t bear to be around to see it. Goodbye, Richard.” *turns, and walks out slowly, sadly*
Mayor: *considers trying to stop her, doesn’t. Methodically picks up a ‘to do’ list, with items such as “call temp agency” and “become invulnerable” on it, and crosses out an item “share plans with sister”. While he’s working on habit, he’s clearly sad, and hurt.* “Well, this simply won’t do.... Mr Finch! I think it’s time we tied up loose ends with that slob Balthazar, wouldn’t you say?”
*Entrance to the West Wing, present day*
Guard: “You’re not on the list.”
Giles: “This is preposterous! We were invited here by the ... the... whatever his title is.”
Guard: “I’m sorry, sir, but you’re a British National, and we need to have you on the list if we’re going to let you into the West Wing....”
Willow: “Well, surely there must be some mistake.... check it again, or call my great uncle, or was it a cousin...?”
Sam: *comes running up from inside the West Wing* “Willow Rosenberg?”
Willow: “Yes! Yes, that’s me!”
Sam: *to guard* “Don’t worry about it, these people are Josh’s guests.” *as the SG files in* “I’m Sam Seaborn, deputy director of communications.”
The SG introduce themselves.
Sam: “Josh is in a conference call, so I’ve been chosen to give you a tour of the building due to my extensive expertise in its storied history...”
Donna: *walking through the hall behind him, hears and says in a loud stage whisper* “He drew the short straw!” *keeps walking*
Sam: *sighs, thinks back to his last tour* “Uh... right... well... this is the Roosevelt room... uh... it was built in honor of President Roosevelt...”
Dawn: “Which one?”
Sam: “Right, uh....”
Tara: “Well, actually the Roosevelt room was built in honor of Theodore...”
Xander: “Ooooh... Tara with the history knowledge....”
Willow: *proudly* “We’ve been taking class together. I’ve been helping her study.”
Sam: *sighs inwardly*
*Two years ago, LA*
Newscaster: “And tragedy rocked Sunnydale, California this afternoon. Students and parents were commemorating the
town’s Centennial at the high school, when the ceremony was attacked by gang
members and some sort of wild animals.
Eyewitnesses reported seeing a large snake on the scene, attacking
students, just prior to the school exploding.
Among the dead was Mayor Richard Wilkins III...” *The TV is turned of abruptly*
Lily: *half crying, speaks coldly to the seemingly empty room* “Go away.”
Mayor: “You’ll have your wish soon enough.”
Lily: “You brought this upon yourself.”
Mayor: “And now the ghost of my human side is all that’s left. That’ll be gone too in another few minutes when the stars pass out of alignment....”
Lily: “I warned you.”
Mayor: “About the Slayers.... yes you did. I didn’t clean up that problem before starting my preparations.... that’s a mistake that you don’t have to make.”
Lily: *laughs* “You don’t expect me to take revenge on the Slayer, this Buffy Summers, for you, do you?”
Mayor: “There’s a way... six hours into the sixth day of the sixth month of the new millennium.... the Slayers can be removed from this earth...”
Lily: “And if I do that, what do I accomplish? What can I do? Run some small town, hiding the fact that I’m immortal and could never be accepted by the people if they knew what I was?”
Mayor: *beginning to fade* “No, Lillian... I aimed too low... thought I could clean things up one town at a time.... aim... higher... make a world... safe for the children... where we... do not need to hide..... any...more...” *disappears*
Lily: *cries*
*The mural room*
Willow: “Everyone, this is the white house mural room....”
Sam: *has the look of a broken man*
Xander: “Don’t worry about it, man, it’s all good. No one knows more stuff than Will...”
Tara: “Hey, take a look at this. This plaque says that the fireplace was a
favor to President Andrew Johnson and he would sip whisky from a charcoal keg
while reading by its light.”
Sam: *perks up* “And I happen to know that the flue has been welded shut since 1896.”
Giles: *has a tired look on his face* “Let me guess... you tried to light a fire.”
Sam: “I had help....”
Dawn: *yawns, steps out into the hall as the SG and Sam talk, not paying attention and walks into a college age girl...* “Oh, sorry!”
Girl: “Oh, don’t worry about it. I don’t suppose you’ve seen Charlie around, have you? He hasn’t been in much since he’s taking summer classes....”
Dawn: *giggles* “Uh... ‘Fraid I can’t help you there. I’m just a guest....”
Girl: *looks in* “Oh god, tell me you’re not getting a tour from Sam.”
Dawn: “Well... Willow and Tara seem to know way more about this stuff than he does....”
Girl: “You don’t know Sam’s history. This one time, Leo McGarry, the chief of staff, had Sam cover to give a tour to this class of fourth graders, because Leo’s daughter was their teacher... and he tried to tell them that FDR was the 18th president....”
Dawn: *snickers* “I’ll bear that in mind. Hey, I’m Dawn, incidentally.”
Girl: “Zoey. Well, if you’re going to be around for a while, feel free to stop by and visit me.”
Dawn: “Uh, where will I find you?”
Zoey: “Oh, probably in the residence.... there’s some quiet places to read in there. I may not get to go to classes without a Secret Service escort, but at least there are SOME perks to having your Dad be the President.....”
*LA, outdoors, one year ago*
There’s a large crowd of demons, gathered listening to a speech*
Lily: “I know you’re not the types who normally go out and vote and the like. You’re also not used to hearing politicians actually pay attention to you. But I am, because I know that with your help, I can win this Senate race, and I’ll be able to make a real difference for all of you. Thank you!”
The demons seem pleased, though somewhat puzzled. As Lily leaves, she’s suddenly approached by a man...
Man: “I was very impressed by your platform.”
Lily: “Well, I’m just trying to reach out to the residents of my district.”
Man: “All well and good. After all, it would be most convenient for you to have a Senate seat when you run for President next election.”
Lily: *chuckles* “I think you’re mistaken. You can’t win in California unless you’re a Democrat, and in case you haven’t noticed, we’ve got Bartlet.”
Man: “Well, I have some information that would suggest that a race for re-election would be... ill-advised for the President. If he does drop out, I think you will find Vice President Hoynes most vulnerable.”
Lily: “That would take a lot of coincidences.”
Man: “But never underestimate the power of making one’s own luck. And excuse my rudeness. I’m Holland Manners, from Wolfram & Hart. If you should need any help with your campaign....”
*Yesterday, in front of Buffy’s Grave*
Spike: “Lady, in case you haven’t noticed, I don’t really vote. Bloody unnerving walking into that booth and not seeing your reflection. Right good way to get some lunch though...”
Lily: “And you’ll be able to again, if you just come forward, and help me expose who did this to you. You know I can get that chip out of your head.”
Spike: *stops, ponders it, finally looks up at her* “I don’t want it out.”
Lily: “Are you crazy? You’re a VAMPIRE, and you can’t feed because of what people who fear you did to you! If you help me...”
Spike: “You’ll do what, put a demon on every street corner and open the blood banks up to the masses? I lived that life. I was a bloody animal.... The BIG BAD... and you know what? It didn’t make me happy.... Even if I could never have her, Buffy taught me something no one else could... she taught me to respect myself again... and I’m not prepared to give that up.... I’ve still got my bloody dignity....”
Lily: “I’m sorry to hear that. You see, I’m not interested in running a two party system here....”
*Back in the West Wing, today*
The group is approaching the Communications Office, where Sam, Toby, and Josh work.
Sam: *tired* “Is it over?”
Anya: “It can’t be over. We haven’t seen the money yet. Or at least the Secretary of the Treasury....”
Sam: *sobs*
Josh: *comes running in, looks half-frantic* “Sam!”
Sam: *relieved* “Josh! I’ve got your cousin here, with her friends....”
Josh: “Well, they’d better come see this too....”
Everyone runs into the Communications office, where there is near dead silence as everyone is watching the TV. The caption reads “Live, Sunnydale, California.”
Lily: “Two years ago, a woman named Joyce Summers saw what was going on in this town. She blamed it on the occult, and started an organization, ‘Mothers Opposed to the Occult’ to try and stop it. What she had no idea about was that the forces she opposed were the results of government experiments. Today, Joyce Summers is dead, of a mysterious brain tumor her doctors can’t explain. Her eldest daughter, Buffy, also lies dead of unknown cause. And not only has the Bartlet administration continued to cover up these atrocities, now they’ve taken the last member of the Summers’ Family, Dawn, to the White House, no doubt to try and win her silence. And what are they trying to protect? THIS!”
The camera pans back to reveal Spike’s unconscious body, kept just out of the sun.
Dawn: *shocked* “Spike! No!”
Tara: “Poor Spike...”
“A CONVICTED murderer who escaped from New York, and continues his rampage of slaughter with the aid of a chip implanted by OUR OWN GOVERNMENT. The Bartlet administration must pay for what it did to the Summers Family. It must pay for the loved ones that all you here in Sunnydale have lost. It must be stopped, so the rest of the country never suffers the pain of loss that has been felt here in Sunnydale. In the name of my brother Richard, I join the people of Sunnydale Against Government Experimentation in calling for JUSTICE!”
Commentator: “That was Senator Lillian Wilkins, a democrat from California, making a dramatic attack on the President mere weeks after the revelation that he concealed his condition of chronic MS from the public during his campaign....”
Willow: “Wilkins?!”
Anya: “She’s....”
Xander: “Tell me she doesn’t want to be a giant snake...”
Giles: “God help us all...”
Sam: “That does it. I quit!”
CJ: “HEY! That’s MY LINE!”
To be continued.....
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