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

 

For those non-West Wing viewers out there, I recommend http://www.jedbartlet.com/ as a source for character profiles and episode guides.

 

SPOILER WARNING: This fic occurs after the season finales of Buffy and the West Wing, and contains spoilers for both.

 

Disclaimer: I don't own either Buffy or the West Wing, nor the characters thereof, etc etc. This fanfic is not for profit, and characters are used without permission.

 

*5 AM, June 5th, 2001 (T Minus 25 hours to 6 AM June 6th)*

*Sam's office*

A light thumping noise is heard on the wall.

Willow: *wakes up, groggily, looks around, realizes she's asleep on Sam's couch with a blanket over her* "Sam...?"

Sam: *asleep in his desk chair, computer on in front of him, wakes at Willow's call* "Huh? Oh... Morning...." *mutters* "Need coffee..."

Willow: "What did I do to get the plush accommodations?"

Sam: *shrugs* "You're the hacker, I figured you get extra attention. Besides, I don't want you to turn me into a frog or anything...."

Willow: "Oh, I wouldn't...." *They both hear the thumping noise again.* "What's that?"

Sam: *looks at the clock* "And more importantly, what's he doing here at 5AM?" *gets up and walks next door to Toby's office, where Toby is bouncing his ball off of Sam's wall again*

Toby: "Oh, hey Sam. Didn't hear snoring, so I figured you'd gone."

Sam: *shocked* "I snore?"

Toby: "Hardly our biggest problem at the moment..."

Sam: "Tell me about it. Willow was at it pretty late, and she had trouble breaking into the DoD files...."

Willow: "Sam! We've got trouble...."

Sam and Toby run into Sam's office.

Toby: "What's wrong?"

Willow: "I... I don't know... I was giving it another attempt and suddenly...."

Sam: "Hm... the screen's locked..."

Computer: *speaks* "Rosenberg, Willow."

Sam: "Wha..."

Computer: "Witch, highly dangerous, also skilled with computers..."

Willow: "How... who are you? How do you know this?!"

Computer: "Mother told me. She kept files on all of the Slayer's friends..."

Willow: "ADAM?!"

Toby: "Who's Adam?!"

Adam: "I was a bio-mechanical construct, created from cybernetically enhanced human and demon hybrids."

Willow: "You were a freak! But you're dead! We pulled out your power supply."

Adam: "Indeed. I no longer have a body. But my mind was linked to the computers in the Initiative, and I was downloaded along with the other files in their database."

Sam: "So, if you're in the secure database we can't get into, how can we be talking to you?"

Adam: "Mother designed me with 512 bit architecture and high level RSA decryption. Your encryption does not contain me."

Toby: "Then what exactly do you want?"

Adam: "You seek access to Mother's files. I was trying to figure out why."

Sam: "We NEED those files! They're the only chance we have of coming clean on the Initiative's activities!"

Toby: "And we need to figure out who accessed them from where! People could die here!"

Adam: *pause* "That is... acceptable."

Willow: "Wait, you don't understand.... we're not talking about a few people, like the ones you were going to kill... we're talking about ALL people. If Senator Wilkins gains control of the White House, she'll be able to give Demons a free hand, and humanity won't stand a chance!"

Adam: "Searching... Wilkins... sister of the demon who was involved in the incident at Sunnydale High School that led to the formal commissioning of the Initiative. But he was killed by the Slayer. She defeated me. With your help. You shall stop Wilkins too. Revealing the files could compromise Mother's plan."

Willow: "The Slayer... Buffy... is dead."

Adam: "Searching..... Summers, Buffy Anne. Died May 2001. She saved the world. A lot." *pauses for a while* "Deleting files...*

Toby: "You bastard!"

Adam: "The demon species is imperfect, as is the human. Neither must perish, if Mothers's vision is to be achieved. Her plans have been protected. Your media shall not be able to determine that the files are incomplete. Survive, Willow Rosenberg, and we will meet again...."

The computer screen unfreezes, and all the Initiative files and logs of who accessed them start coming up on the screen.

Willow: "That was creepy.."

 

*9 AM June 5th, 2001 (T minus 21 hours to 6 AM June 6th)*

*White House Basement*

Xander: *walks down the stairs, looks around, totally lost* "Uh, hi, excuse me?"

Ainsley: "If you're looking for the bathroom, it's upstairs and to the left...."

Xander: "Uh... thanks, but actually I'm looking for the uh... Associate White House Counsel? I think that's it...."

Ainsley: *looks crossly at him* "Alright, which one of them put you up to this?"

Xander: "Which one..? Which one of who?"

Ainsley: "My DEAR (emphasis, with a strong Southern accent) friends in the Counsel's office."

Xander: "Oh... those friends... right."

Ainsley: "Well, you go back to them and tell them that whatever it is, I'm busy."

Xander: muttering to himself as he starts back up: "I wonder if I could scribble a name on the bottom and convince Sam someone read it..."

Ainsley: "Wait, Sam?"

Xander: "Yeah, Sam Seaborn... he wants me to get someone from the Counsel's Office to...."

Ainsley: *dashes out of her office, grabs the paper* "Oh boy, a Sam Seaborn original!" *picks a pen from her desk and starts making up Sam's speech drastically*

Xander: *winces*

Ainsley: *having covered the page in almost as much red ink as original text, signs it and hands it back* "All done."

Xander: *looks down at the paper* "Impressive.... hey, you're Ainsley Hayes?!"

Ainsley: *pleasantly surprised* "The one and only... so, where have you seen me? On Capitol Beat? I can't say that those were my best work, though they were enough to take down Sam...."

Xander: "Uh... er.... well...." *quickly, embarrassed* "HotRepublicans.com..."

Ainsley: *indignant* "Oh you have GOT to be kidding me! What does one have to do to get some respect around here? All you liberals underfoot claiming to support equality in all its forms, but never for one moment in your thoughts! This country doesn't NEED the ERA or broad sweeping legislation, it needs people like YOU to stop looking at all women as sex objects, and THAT, my friend, is one thing you democrats can never legislate."

Xander: *very embarrassed* "I... I'm sorry...." *starts to leave*

Ainsley: "So, how am I doing?"

Xander: "You knocked Mary Matalin out of the top 5."

Ainsley: *smiles* "About time....."

 

*12 PM June 5th, 2001 (T minus 18 hours to 6 AM June 6th)*

Leo: *walking into office* "Good morning, Margaret...."

Margaret: "Mr. McGarry, I tried to keep her out but..."

Leo: *walks past into office to see...*

Anya: *sobbing in a chair in the side of Leo's office*

Leo: *sternly* "MARGARET!"

Margaret: "Oh, don't look at me, it's time for lunch..." *flees*

Leo: *growls, composes himself and walks up to Anya* "You're one of the kids we flew in from Sunnydale, aren't you?"

Anya: *sobs* "It's all going to end!"

Leo: *puzzled* "What's going to end?"

Anya: *looks up at him* "I'm trying, I really am! I want to understand this whole human thing, and I finally think I've got it, and I'm proud to be an American, and I'm got the American dream and Capitalism and was all good, but now that's all going to end and they're going to tear you all apart for something that wasn't your fault and I don't want to be French!"

Leo: "I've had dinner at the Ambassador's house, and let me be the first to agree with you on that. But listen... I know things look bad, and maybe we won't win this one, but that doesn't mean you stop trying. The American Dream isn't just about succeeding and making money. It's also about trying your hardest, even when things don't look so good, and it turns out alright in the end."

Anya: *stopping crying* "Really?"

Leo: "Yes. There will always be someone good to step up and try to do the right thing. That's the way we are."

Anya: *hugs Leo, joyfully* "Thank you! Thank you sir!"

Leo: *having a hard time talking with Anya grabbing him* "Don't mention it...."

 

*6 PM June 5th, 2001 (T minus 12 hours to 6 AM June 6th)*

Toby: "Okay, we've tracked the access to the Initiative files to Senator Wilkins' residence."

Xander: "Not going to do us a whole lot of good, since not like we're busting in there..."

Josh: "True, but we know that the ritual will need a pool of standing water and a thaumaturgical focus point."

Donna: "The reflecting pool outside the Lincoln memorial is standing water..."

Tara: "And we found reports of vampire activity around the Washington Monument..."

Willow: "Hey, isn't the monument built on top of a small hill? In that position it COULD serve as a focal point..."

Xander: "I knew a phallic symbol that large had to be good for something.... Sorry."

Sam: "But none of this answers the big question... how do we stop them?"

Willow: "Brute force is always an option...."

Tara: *crossly* "Willow!" *smiles* "What a splendid idea."

Josh: "Aren't those two the quiet ones?"

Xander: "Don't make them angry. It's a very bad idea."

Giles: "Well, should blunt trauma fail to prevent them from embuing Zoey with the spirit of the First Slayer, we could always resort to a banishing spell...."

Willow: "But none of the spells in my books are powerful enough to affect the First Slayer...."

Tara: "Yes... a spell like that would have to be ancient..."

Giles: "I think I may have one.... translated into Latin by monks in the 13th century... but there's a catch."

Sam: "There's always a catch...."

Giles: "The ancient civilization who devised this spell... they only allowed men in the spell-casting class. That means that the caster needs to be male."

Willow: *cross* "Humph!"

Xander: "Don't look at me, I'm not supposed to speak Latin in front of the books."

Tara: "So... we just need to keep you safe until you can get to Zoey to cast the spell, Mr. Giles?"

Giles: "Pretty much, yes."

Josh: "So that's the plan."

Sam: "Time to give the term 'floor fight' entirely new meaning...."

Donna: "I'll get the weapons!"

Josh: "DONNA?!"

Donna: *sheepishly, nods to Will and Tara* "Your cousin and her friend are a bad influence."

Will and Tara: "ARE NOT!"

*5:30 AM June 6th, 2001 (T minus 1 hour to 6 AM June 6th)*

Sam: "Are we SURE we've got the right place?"

Giles: "I don't see how we could be wrong...."

Toby: "Let's not be too hasty..."

Several Vampires come walking from the direction of the Washington monument, carrying a bound Spike, Dawn, and an unconscious Zoey Bartlet.

Lily: "So nice of you to join my final triumph."

Josh: "We're not going to let you do this, Senator."

Willow: "And big bad guys don't tend to do well against us, so you'd better give up now!"

Donna: "You won't do the embuing thing with Zoey!"

Lily: *laughs* "You have it all wrong... the ritual of Kana'rith needs to be done here... but the embuing doesn't." *waves a hand, and suddenly Giles is thrown through the air, hitting his head on the stone of the Lincoln memorial and passing out* "Zoey is now the First Slayer, but I've removed her powers with my drugs.... The time of the Slayers shall end tonight, and the world shall finally be safe for Vampires, Demons, and everyone else to walk free once more!""

 

To be concluded.....

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