Fic: Reporting Contact (B:tVS, DOOM)
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jedibuttercupPG-13; B:tVS, DOOM. 400 words. (Follow up to Handle ID Slayer. I think this is going to be a series.)
Those things were like anti-Slayers... and Reaper was out there with them.
Title: Reporting Contact
Author: Jedi Buttercup
Disclaimer: The words are mine; the worlds are not. I claim nothing but the plot.
Rating: PG-13
TtH Prompt: #08 - Illness
Summary: Those things were like anti-Slayers... and Reaper was out there with them. 400 words.
Spoilers: B:tVS post-"Chosen"; "DOOM" (2005)
Notes: Movieverse. Follow up to Handle ID Slayer.
Buffy paced warily around the edges of the infirmary, all her senses straining for the least sign of another creature approaching. She'd had forty years and more to perfect her extrasensory perception since the Sunnydale Hellmouth's collapse, and she'd never felt anything like them. They weren't demonic, but there was a darkness to them that repulsed her on an instinctive level.
Whatever was up with them, it had to have something to do with Chromosome 24. These things were like anti-Slayers... and Reaper was out there with them. Human, fragile Reaper, for all he was 28 years old and a Special Ops veteran. Why couldn't Sarge have sent him back with his sister again? She didn't know Duke well, had no idea if she could trust him to have her back, and in the meantime Xander's son was in harm's way without her.
Not that Xander hadn't been exactly the same, Buffy thought wryly. It was how he'd died at age 37, rushing into battle without his 26-year-old Slayer… who'd stayed at home to protect the children growing in her womb. Another Watcher had married her afterward, given the children his name and took her to Mars to work on a dig far away from anything supernatural, but it was Xander who'd made it possible to get her PhD while Slaying, and it was Xander who'd given her the twins, leaving a legacy that scholarly Dr. Grimm could never live up to.
Reaper just might, though, Buffy thought, freezing in place as the dark-eyed Marine's voice carried over her radio, reporting contact.
"We found another one of the scientists," he said gruffly. "Some weird shit going on here, Sarge."
No shit, Buffy thought, eyes turning toward the exam table as Sarge asked Reaper for an ID. Dr. Carmack was beginning to set off her nerves in the same way the creatures did; he might have survived the initial attack, but something was seriously wrong with him.
"We got a Dr. Olson," Reaper answered. "He rushed us crazy, just like Carmack."
"Is he dead?" Sarge demanded.
"Yeah. Very. Should we bag him and tag him?"
Yes, Buffy thought; bring him here. Here, with your sister, where I can make sure you're both safe!
"Negative," Sarge ordered, dashing her hopes. "Continue your search."
Buffy ground her teeth and started pacing again. She had a feeling things were only going to get worse.
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tth100)
Those things were like anti-Slayers... and Reaper was out there with them.
Title: Reporting Contact
Author: Jedi Buttercup
Disclaimer: The words are mine; the worlds are not. I claim nothing but the plot.
Rating: PG-13
TtH Prompt: #08 - Illness
Summary: Those things were like anti-Slayers... and Reaper was out there with them. 400 words.
Spoilers: B:tVS post-"Chosen"; "DOOM" (2005)
Notes: Movieverse. Follow up to Handle ID Slayer.
Buffy paced warily around the edges of the infirmary, all her senses straining for the least sign of another creature approaching. She'd had forty years and more to perfect her extrasensory perception since the Sunnydale Hellmouth's collapse, and she'd never felt anything like them. They weren't demonic, but there was a darkness to them that repulsed her on an instinctive level.
Whatever was up with them, it had to have something to do with Chromosome 24. These things were like anti-Slayers... and Reaper was out there with them. Human, fragile Reaper, for all he was 28 years old and a Special Ops veteran. Why couldn't Sarge have sent him back with his sister again? She didn't know Duke well, had no idea if she could trust him to have her back, and in the meantime Xander's son was in harm's way without her.
Not that Xander hadn't been exactly the same, Buffy thought wryly. It was how he'd died at age 37, rushing into battle without his 26-year-old Slayer… who'd stayed at home to protect the children growing in her womb. Another Watcher had married her afterward, given the children his name and took her to Mars to work on a dig far away from anything supernatural, but it was Xander who'd made it possible to get her PhD while Slaying, and it was Xander who'd given her the twins, leaving a legacy that scholarly Dr. Grimm could never live up to.
Reaper just might, though, Buffy thought, freezing in place as the dark-eyed Marine's voice carried over her radio, reporting contact.
"We found another one of the scientists," he said gruffly. "Some weird shit going on here, Sarge."
No shit, Buffy thought, eyes turning toward the exam table as Sarge asked Reaper for an ID. Dr. Carmack was beginning to set off her nerves in the same way the creatures did; he might have survived the initial attack, but something was seriously wrong with him.
"We got a Dr. Olson," Reaper answered. "He rushed us crazy, just like Carmack."
"Is he dead?" Sarge demanded.
"Yeah. Very. Should we bag him and tag him?"
Yes, Buffy thought; bring him here. Here, with your sister, where I can make sure you're both safe!
"Negative," Sarge ordered, dashing her hopes. "Continue your search."
Buffy ground her teeth and started pacing again. She had a feeling things were only going to get worse.
-~-
(x-posted to
tth100)
