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Initiative	By : wright99 Category: BtVS AU/AR > FemmeSlash - Female/Female Views: 9187 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Buffy the Vampire Slayer (BtVS), nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

Chapter List
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Rating: Somewhere between NC-17 and R.

Summary: Totally A/U fantasy of a slightly Different Sunnydale

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Disclaimer Two: besides the name change which may change again. this fic has themes that may be squeemish to some people. as well as mf pairing.read at on risk

Initiative, Part 6

-1-

Dr. Walsh is on the phone, listening to Giles' report from Sunnydale. It's obvious from her expression that the news she's receiving is not to her liking.
" This is certainly not good news, Rupert, " Dr. Walsh struggles to remain calm. " What I don't understand is why this got to this point without me being made aware of the problem. Are you aware of the position this could put me in, if it gets out?"
She listens as Giles continues.
" Yes, I know I authorized some of the subjects being made aware of their � uniqueness, to help in observing the others. Veruca was one of the first clones we created. Perhaps there were some errors in her programming. All I know is that I have a loose cannon in Sunnydale, now killing for the pleasure of it. Why wasn't I informed about her deterioration before now. THAT�S what I want to know."
She begins to drum her fingers on the desktop impatiently.
" Yes, she is very clever. Obviously she's been hiding exactly how much her condition has changed. Yes, I know. She's a danger. I'll take care of it." Dr. Walsh listens again. " I said, I'll take care of it. Obviously, we'll have to do something drastic to her, as an object lesson to the other ' aware' subjects. Yes� yes� I'll arrange it"
At this point, Anne Price bursts into Maggie Walsh's office. Maggie looks up at her, and frowns. Oh wonderful, now what does Ms. Trouble want? She decides it's time to terminate this call.
" Ok, Dr. Giles, I have your report, we'll discuss it in detail later. Yes� I'll get back to you soon. Goodbye." She hangs up the phone, and waves Anne to be seated. She watches her for moment, trying to suss out her motive for showing up in her office now. Does she know something about the Sunnydale incident? God, how bad can this get, anyway?
" Hello, Ms. Price, how can I help you?" Dr. Walsh decides to go the conciliatory route. Maybe she'll let slip what she knows.
" Good afternoon, Dr. Walsh," Ms. Price, all sweetness, begins. " I see you seem to be in a cooperative mood today. That's good. I have a request I want to make of you."
" Indeed?" Maggie stalls, wondering what is in the evil bitch's mind this time. " How can I help?"
" Well, actually, it's really more than a request. I want to tour the UC Sunnydale facility."
Maggie feels a knot developing in her stomach. Well, she couldn't have picked a worse time, could she? How am I going to put this off?
" Ms. Price. Surely you know access to the UC Sunnydale is strictly controlled. The project is top secret. You need the proper credentials to even enter the building, never mind a tour."
" That's really not a problem, Dr. Walsh. I have the proper clearance for the facility. If you want I can contact the oversight committee and have them contact you?"
Of course she does. Why not? I mean, they're all out to get me, anyway. "I'm sure that won't be necessary, Ms. Price. I believe I can take your word for it. However, it's really not a good time to interrupt the work going on there now for a VIP tour. Problem is, we've come to a critical stage of the research, and interrupting it now could have consequences. Major consequences."
" Dr. Walsh, you were being so cooperative, I was hoping I wouldn't have to play hardball, but I suppose you're leaving me no choice, " Anne Price stands up, " You are aware that the Initiative Project has been transferred from the original management team, and has been put under the aegis of the select oversight committee. I'm the liaison to that committee, and that puts me in charge of reporting back to them as to the progress of the project. Continued funding for the project is based upon my report back to that committee. If the implications aren't clear, it means, essentially, I'm in charge here, not you. Now, out of respect for your work, I've couched this as a request. I know how easily your ego can be wounded." Anne Price smiles at the effect her words have on Maggie Walsh. Her tone becomes less friendly." However, if you don't cooperate with me, I'll recommend to the committee that you be replaced with a more willing director. Have I made myself clear?"
Dr. Walsh feels her gorge rise.
" You wouldn't dare. No one knows the work being done here like I do," Her voice is filled with anger, " you have no grounds to replace me."
" Don't I? How about incompetence?"
"WHAT???!!!!

" The little incident in Sunnydale? It's not a secret, Dr. Walsh. And I have evidence that one of your subjects was present at the site of the � incident� at the time it occurred. Now, how do you think the committee will feel if it's found that one, or more, of the subjects were involved? What do you think that will do not ONLY to you're position in this project, but to your reputation?"
Dr. Walsh feels trapped. " That's blackmail."
" Blackmail is such an ugly term, " Ms. Price can't help mocking her. " As I said, consider it a request. A favor to me, you simply can't refuse to grant"
Maggie knows she's cornered. She has no choice.
" Very well. We'll travel to the UC Sunnydale lab, and I'll give you the tour. It's about an hour away, so we'll meet there at Lowell House. That's the entry to the facility." She looks at her watch, " So, about 2 pm then?"
Anne Price smiles. " Very nice, Dr. Walsh. But I think we should go together. I mean, that way I know we won't miss each other." She notes Maggie's expression. " There's no problem with that, is there, Dr. Walsh?"
Oh, Yummy. Stuck for an hour in a car with The Evil Bitch. I'm looking forward to it. Never mind it won't give me time to ' clean up' any messes. But how can I get out of it?
" Very well, then. We'll go together. I need to clear a few things up here�"
" No problem. Meet you in the lobby in say� 15 minutes?"
" That'll hardly give me time to�"
" Dr. Walsh. The sooner we get this done, the better. Don't you agree? I'm sure you can shift things around."
Dr. Walsh feels her fingers itch. She would love to strangle this woman. Wonder how her DNA would do in new subjects? No, wait. More of her? Forget it. Couldn't explain her disappearance, anyway.
" Ok, then, 15 minutes"
" See you soon," Ms. Price chirps brightly, happy to get her way. She leaves the office.
Maggie Walsh sits down heavily into her chair, her head in her hands.
She knows all to well. The nightmare that never ends? Has just begun for her.

-2-

Faith walks down the hall to the library looking none too happy.
She's done what Oz asked her to do. She made up with Veruca. Now she's looking for something to get the bitter taste out of her mouth.
That was� bogus. How come even though she insulted me, made me feel like some kind of incestuous tramp � I mean, me and Oz? Ewww!! � but despite that, and the fact THEY were out all night, scaring me silly � ok, that doesn't mean squat, right? I have no apology comin', uh-uh. Nope, I jus gotta crawl to that horror show reject and beg forgiveness. Ok, maybe not beg, maybe not crawl, but ask... that's just not right. Ok, ok, I got a little bit physical� but hell, she had it coming with that shit she was talkin'. Well, Oz, I did it. For you. So, baby, you're gonna owe me big time for this one.
Truth be told, however, Faith isn't all that put out. Sure, she had to swallow some pride, but coming here to make up with Veruca gave her an excuse to be on campus, and maybe get to see Willow. Seeing Willow seems to be almost worth the crap she just put up with.
She reaches the library doors and stops, looking in through the windows. Not that I hate books, mind you. I like them fine� at a distance, where I don't actually have to open one. I wanna see Willow, but damn if I'm gonna go into where the books live, if I don't gotta. Also, while she was ok with Giles and all, she was a little creeped out by him. I mean, what's some old dude hangin' out with a bunch of kids for, anyway? If he doesn't have to? If Willow's there, I'll be ok with it, but meeting him alone? Naw, I got better things to do, like, oh, watch paint dry.
She sees Willow and her friends, Buffy, Xander( oh great, creepy boy is here, too, Hurrah!) Cordelia, and Giles, at one of the reading tables in the library. Buffy, Willow, Cordelia and Xander are standing at the table with their backs to the door, and Giles is lecturing to them, turned away facing a whiteboard. A small mischievous grin pulls at Faith's lips.
Very, very quietly she lets herself into the library, ducking low so not to be noticed. She ducks down behind the front desk, and quietly creeps up on the group. Willow, leaning on the table, is closest to her. Her bottom is pushed a little back. Faith almost chuckles and ruins her surprise, but manages to restrain herself. Quiet as a cat, she gets closer� closer� closer�
" � and so you see, the Hakasav is a fairly mild member of its species, not at all dangerous. Mostly they are balance demons� It's very unusual for one to attack a human unless they stumble across their nest. The female of the species tends to be very maternal�"
Faith, in one long continuous motion, closes the distance to Willow, comes up and pinches her cute little bottom.
Willow squeals and turns around, ready to slap whoever pinched her. The others turn at Willow's squeal.
" FAITH!" Willow squeals again, but this time it's a happy squeal. She almost throws herself at Faith, pulling her into a huge hug. She whispers softly in Faith's ear, " I've missed you so much! I'm so happy to see you!"
" Glad to see you too, cutie, " Faith replies, loving the hug. " but maybe � well, your buddies are all around and �"
" Shhh� just hug me, silly girl" Willow hugs her even tighter. She looks over Faith's shoulder, and sees Cordy looking at them and smiling. Cordelia winks.
Xander, on the other hand, caught by surprise, doesn't look too pleased. God, would you look at that? Faith is some big old dyke, and now she's got Willow all acting gay! That sucks. I mean, I didn't even get a piece of that cute lil redhead's ass before she moved in. Wait a minute� maybe� yeah� ok, I get it. Faith is Willow's assigned 'Mate'. Ok, makes sense now. I mean, Will never acted like ' gay ' before. But� how're they gonna mate, anyway? Aw, who cares? I mean, here's Buffy, Willow and Faith� all hot chicks, and I can't get any of that prime pussy� this job sometimes totally sucks!!! Xander becomes aware that Giles is looking at him, with a not so happy expression. Oh, oh, Pops is getting upset. He puts on the patented Xander goofy grin, and acts like Faith hugging Willow is the best thing since sliced bread.
Buffy is just confused. Ok, what exactly is going on here, anyway? That looks like more than just a friendly hug. Sheesh, what's the deal here, anyway? I mean, is it like they're � girlfriend and girlfriend? Ok, that even sounds weird in my head. But, geeze, look at them. I mean, is Will like� gay now? And when did this happen? Will never mentioned anything about it to me, and I'm her best friend!!! And look at Cordy over there, acting all knowing and smiling. What's her deal? Well, gotta say, this kinda unexpected. I always figured Willow would find the Ken to her Barbie. Now it looks like Barbie is gonna be going steady with Tori. How come I'm always the last to know?
" Hey, guys, I want you to meet somebody. Buffy, Xander, this is Faith. Faith, that's Buffy," Willow points at the small blond girl, " Xander �. Well, you know him, but he's acting kinda Xanderish, again, so intros are in order� and you already know Giles.. and Cordelia�"
" Hey, Faith, " Buffy smiles at the new girl. Well, evidently Will likes her. Guess she's gotta be ok, then.
" Hiya, Faith. I remember you. You've got a punch on ya, " Xander smiles, all the while burning inside. " You're not gonna hit me again, are you?"
" Not unless you need it, " Faith says good-humoredly.
Xander puts up his hands in surrender and smiles. Just give me the excuse, bitch, and I'm gonna chop you to pieces.
" Hello, again, Faith. Did that job work out for you?" Giles asks, a little surprised to see Faith.
" Yeah, that was real great, you giving me that lead, " Faith smiles at him. Then it occurs to her. " It's ok if I'm here, right? I mean, I'm not goofing off, I'm on a lunch break!"
" Yes, of course. You're always welcome, Faith, " Giles smiles.
" Ummm� thanks, but� well, me and books? We're not exactly going steady or nothing" Faith grins.
Giles' brow furrows. " Sorry to hear that. You can get a lot out of books, sometimes more than you can from those infernal idiot boxes everybody seems so enamored with these days."
" Giles? Idiot boxes? That's TV� and I think you mean computers," Willow says, gently.
" Yes, well� whatever you call those horrid, sterile things."
Willow just smiles, then looks at Faith and shrugs. " Computer-phobia" she mouths to Faith. Everybody catches it and laughs. Except Giles, who just looks perturbed.
" Hi, Faith, " Cordelia walks over to Faith, and puts her hand on Faith's shoulder. " Look, before, when I called you like all dykey and stuff? I didn't really� well, I meant it, but I was upset, and I didn't mean to be rude and upset you� I mean, if you and Willow� if that's your thing� well, hey, I'm all for it, ok?" She raises her fist, " I mean, girl power, right?"
Faith looks at Willow, the question in her eyes. Is she really apologizing to me? Willow, almost reading her mind, nods. " That's about as close as Queen C gets to an apology" She whispers.
" Ummm� thanks, Cordelia� I think" Faith replies.
Cordelia smiles and moves back to Xander.
God, she's still with him? I guess some people just never get it Faith thinks to herself
" So, ummm� Faith? Tell us a little about yourself, " Buffy says, looking pointedly at Willow. " You're kind of Mystery Girl here. My bestest friend in the whole world seems to have forgotten to tell her best friend anything about you! You don't mind if I ask about you, do you?"
" Naw, it's no big. Not like I'm anything special, you know. Just a girl from L.A. making her way in SunnyD here," Faith smiles.
" L.A? You too? I'm from L.A!" Buffy smiles. " What part?"
" East side. You?" Faith replies.
" West� went to Hemery High before moving here."
" Cool� me? I kinda started High School, but we didn't get along, so I left."
" Really? Gee, think you could talk to my mom? I keep telling her that school and me are incompatible."
" Don't think your mom would think I was the poster girl for like school advice, you know? I mean, my units kinda kicked me out when I was 14, and I spent a year in Juvey and finally got legally emancipated at 16�"
"Wow, really?" Buffy seems to be warming up to Faith. " You're like an adult, now? You can buy beer?"
Faith laughs. " No, I still gotta be 21 to do that, but I can like get an apartment and do the other stuff adults do. Trust me, without money, it's kinda overrated."
" Yeah, I guess that'd be true. So, you like working?"
" Sure. Mr. Giles here kinda turned me onto a delivery job. It doesn't pay great, but it's money comin' in, you know? Saving a down for an apartment."
" You drive? Gosh, my mom won't let me drive� "
" I've been with you when you drive, Buffy, " Willow says, " I think the world is safer if you like wait til you're oh� say 30?"
" Hey!" Buffy protests, " I can drive really fine!"
Willow shakes her head at Faith and mouths " NOOOO". Again, everybody laughs, except Buffy who blushes.
" Aw, don't let 'em getcha, B. I don't drive either. Haven't passed the written yet. Gotta go back in a couple of months."
" Ummm� how're you making your deliveries, then?"
" Sorry, guess I screwed it up a little. Not really like a delivery job� like with UPS or nothing. It's a courier job. I carry envelopes� on my bike."
" Motorcycle?" Buffy's eyes widen.
" I wish. No, just a bike. The pedal kind."
" Hey, I ride a bike, nothing wrong with it!" Willow protests.
" Yeah, and I bet you're real cute riding along, " Faith winks at her.
Willow blushes.
" So, Faith, if you don't have a place, where are you staying?"
" I'm kinda crashing with Oz� my cousin."
" Oz is you're cousin?" Buffy looks at her funny. " Funny, he never mentioned you."
" Really? Weird!" Faith is confused. Why didn't Oz ever talk about me?
" Well, Oz isn't the big talker, you know, " Willow defends Faith.
" Hey, has anyone seen Oz today? I mean, I've got a class with him, and he wasn't in it" Xander interjects.
Ozman isn't here? Shit! He said he was comin' to school.
" Oh, yeah. Well, Oz was kinda sick this morning. I left early. He probably stayed home." Faith lies, covering her cousin.
Giles, watching them, detects Faith's lie. Not the world's best liar. Wonder if he's not here because of last night?
" Sick? Gee, he didn't seem sick last night when he was playing at the Bronze, " Xander says , all innocence.
" Yeah, well, maybe something at the Bronze made him sick, " Faith shoots Xander a look.
" Hey� I'm just saying�" Xander puts up his hands defensively.
" Well, tell Oz we miss him, ok, and hope he's feeling better soon," Buffy interrupts before something happens.
" So, ummm� you guys kinda just hang out here at lunchtime together?" Faith changes the subject quickly.
" Well�." Buffy trails off, looking around the group. They nod, and she continues, " We kinda meet here� I guess were sorta � well, we �"
" Buffy's a Slayer, " Willow blurts out.
" A what? Is that kinda like a gang?" Faith asks.
" No, silly. A vampire slayer."
" Vampire Slayer? " Faith looks around, waiting for the joke. " You're kidding, right? There's no such thing as Vampires!"
" Better not let Angel hear you say that, sweetie, " Willow says, " He might not like it."
" Huh? Who's Angel?"
" Buffy's squeeze� and a vampire."
" You're dating a vampire?" Faith looks at Buffy incredulously. " I mean� I'm not saying I believe this stuff about vampires and slayers� but if you are this slayer� isn't that against the rules?"
" He has a soul, Faith," Buffy says quietly.
" Ok, joke over, ok? New kid isn't buying into it."
" Faith, vampires are very real. And demons, and werewolves�" Giles says, quietly.
" Oh, c'mon, Giles, not you too!" Faith looks at the group. They all nod at her. " Vampires? " They nod.
Buffy pipes up, " Oh, go ahead, Giles, you know you want to!" She grins at him.
"In every generation there is a Chosen One. She alone will stand against the vampires, the demons and the forces of darkness. She is the Slayer. "
" Ok, guys, boy, you really do it up , when you're puttin' one over on a newbie. This is just a joke, right?" They shake their heads. " Vampires are real?" They nod. " And Buffy, she's like � the one who kills them?" They nod. " Really?"
" Really, Faith, " Buffy says, quietly.
" That�s� that's�. so cool!" Faith says, a little awed. " So, like do you have super powers? Like X-ray vision and fly and stuff?"
" I'm the slayer Faith, not Supergirl, " Buffy laughs. " I got I guess super strength, and I heal fast, but otherwise, just your average ordinary girl."
" This is cool. I've never known a superhero before, " Faith grins. Then she frowns. " But you date an vampire?"
" Yeah� but like I said, he has a soul."
" Yeah�ok, but� ummm�well�" She moves over to Buffy and whispers in her ear. " Is he good?"
Buffy blushes bright red!
" Faith! What did you say to her?" Willow says, coming over.
" I just wanted to know if he was like� good, " Faith says, in a very low tone.
" Well, of course he's good. He has a soul�" Willow starts. Then she realizes what Faith is asking. She blushes pink, too. " Faith!" She whispers vehemently. " That's private! Anyway, I don't think they've�" She turns for Buffy for confirmation. Buffy nods that they have. " Really?" Buffy nods again. " How was it?" Buffy nods her head, indicating everyone is listening." Ok, but later, ok? You gotta tell me!"
" Ummm� like you told me about Faith?" Buffy looks at her pointedly.
" Buffy! Faith and I are just� well, we're just�" Willow starts to trip over her words. " We're not like that, you know?"
" Uh-huh!" Buffy says, in a sing-song tone.
" We're not, really, Buffy, " Faith backs up Willow.
" Uh-huh, " Again, with the tone in her voice.
"We're not!" They both say together, rather loudly.
The whole group is staring at them, smiling.
" We're NOT!" Willow protests.
" Uh-huh!!!" they say as a group. They're all smirking, knowingly.
" Ummm, I think that's my cue to leave. Lunch is about over, anyway." Faith says,
" Well, I'm going too! I mean, if my friends don't believe me, not sure I'm wanting to hang out with them!"
" Aw, Will. We're just kidding!" Buffy comes over and hugs her friend. " you're so cute when we tease you!"
" Grrr. It's not funny!" Willow says out loud. In a much lower voice, so only she, Faith and Buffy can hear. " Buffy, don't ruin it! I want to walk Faith to her bike, and I need cover!" She says louder. " I'm leaving now. Boy, you guys. I thought you were my friends. Guess not, huh?" She sounds offended.
" Well, if that's the way you feel, " Buffy says, playing along.
" It is!" Taking Faith's arm, Willow pulls her along out of the library.
" See you tomorrow, Will? And Faith?" Buffy calls out, just as they're about to escape.
Willow turns around, and her expression is priceless. " Yeah. I guess " . She knows her whole little cover is blown.
The two leave admit hoots and some laughter.
The two girls walk arm in arm til they reach the bike rack where Faith left her bike. They don't say much of anything, because A) they're still a little embarrassed about the scene in the library, and B). they don�t have to. They just like being together. Finally Faith speaks up.
" Red, we gotta talk." She says, her face all serious.
Oh, no!!! Not the " We gotta talk" speech. No, we haven't even� how can we � oh crap! I blew it Willow is starting to panic.
" Ok," Willow says, her voice barely above a whisper.
" Willow, I gotta know. I mean, we've been kinda 'seeing' each other since that night at the Bronze. But today I find out you haven't even told Buffy about me." Faith stops. She's not really sure she wants to know the answer to her next question. " Are you like, ashamed of me or something?"

" What? NO!" Willow protests, loudly. " That's silly! I mean, I couldn't be prouder of you. The way you stood up to Xander when he was hurting Cordy at the Bronze, and then � well, just you taking control of your life, even though your parents kicked you out, and working, and � well, trying to get in the band, and just� hey, I'm really fond of you, you know?"
" Fond� ok, fond, " Faith says, " Why didn't you tell anybody about me?"
" I dunno� geeze, Faith, I'm kinda confused here, too. I guess I wanted you all to myself for awhile. So I could figure things out. I mean, well, I've never been in love with a girl before�" Willow's eyes go wide when she realizes she just said the " L" word out loud.
" Love? You love me?" Faith is taken aback� but in a good way. " Really?"
" Can I take that back? Can we have a do over?" Willow says, mistaking Faith's reaction.
" Do you want to take it back?"
" Ummm� ummm� " Willow stalls. Oh, H-E-double toothpicks! In for it all, I guess! " � ummm� no�" Her voice is barely audible.
" Oh, thank god!' Faith blurts out, " because I think I love you too!"
" Really!?!?!" Willow all of a sudden feels like she's floating. She repeats. "Really?"
" Yeah, " Faith says, looking down, feeling suddenly shy.
" So, does that make us girlfriends now?" Willow asks softly.
" Well, we're girls, and we're friends�"
" No! I mean, Girlfriends!" Willow says.

Faith nods. " So, do we what? Like, hug now?"
" Oh, I think we do more than hug now!"
Before Faith can even take a breath, Willow is on her, arms around her. Willow's mouth is covering hers, and this is no innocent, sweet peck on the lips. Faith can feel Willow's heat through her lips, and shares it. She opens her mouth, and Willow's tongue invades. More, Willow starts rubbing up against Faith, pushing her groin against Faith until Faith feels that now familiar swelling in her rather loose jeans. Oh cripes, Faith thinks, feeling Willow against her, the girls on fire� and she's pretty much setting me on fire too� mmmmmmmmmmmmmm. Finally, with some reluctance, she breaks the kiss.
" Uhhh� I gotta go Red. Gotta get to work� or they're gonna fire my ass�"
" You mean this cute ass?" Willow grabs Faith's ass.
" God, Red! Stop it!' But that's the hardest thing she's ever had to say. And it's not nearly as hard as her new penis is at the moment.
" Ok, I guess," Willow pouts, " but who do you love?"
" You, " Faith whispers.
" And who's your girlfriend?"
" Uhhhh� Buffy?"
" HEY!"
" You, you dope!" Faith grins at her.
" You better not forget it either, mister!" Willow says. She leans in and gives Faith a chaste little kiss on the lips. Before Faith can stop her, she turns and is off to class.
Faith, however, notices a new and very sexy bounce to Willow's step.
Oh, I'm so dead! And so loving it!
Shaking her head, grinning like an idiot, she carefully mounts her bike and rides off.

-3-

Maggie Walsh enters the large room, followed closely by Anne Price.
It's a huge room, almost the size of a warehouse. Along the walls are a multitude of cylindrical tanks, filled with liquid. If you look closely, you can see vague, shadowy human shapes in the tanks. In the center of the room is a row of computer monitors, each hooked up to an individual tank.
" And this is the last room on our tour. This is the Volunteer DNA Storage facility. We store the DNA of our subjects in the tanks lining the walls. They are held in stasis, kept alive by feeding tubes. The liquid in the tanks is an organic mix, to preserve the original DNA used in our test subjects, in case we need to access it again."

" I'm not sure I understand, " Anne says, looking at the tanks lining the walls, " Why would you need to have access to the original DNA?"
" Well, as I mentioned earlier in our tour, we create the cloned subjects mixing human and animal DNA to create the unique qualities we're looking for in the test subjects. Then, using various techniques, we 'program' the clones with a set of 'life' memories, and introduce them into the general public, using volunteers to act as their ' family'." Dr. Walsh stops, and turns to Anne. " In some cases, the programming hasn't� worked properly, and we've been forced to ' devolve' the clones, returning them to a pre-growth state. To keep our objectives on track and on time, we've had to 'recreate' the original clone, but with adjustments in it's programming to correct the errors. That's the simplified version. You might find the detailed version a bit technical."
" I see, " Anne says, realizing she's been subtly insulted, but letting it slide. " What do the computers do?"
" They monitor the DNA host subjects. Keeping the vitals in line, so there is no deterioration of the tissues."
" You mean they're alive in there?" Anne gestures at the tanks.'
" Yes, of course. Dead tissue is no good to us."
" You said they're volunteers. Who would volunteer for this?"
" Well, lets just say they faced situations much worse than they're in now. Most of the volunteers are culled from prison populations. They have been granted pardons in exchange for their cooperation with the experiments. Once the subjects are stable, the host volunteers will be revived, with new lives ahead of them." Dr. Walsh didn't mention that most of the 'volunteers' don't survive the process intact, and even if they do, they can't be allowed to let what is going on here leak out. All will be ' disposed' of in time, once the project is complete and the subjects are proven stable.
" Well, Dr. Walsh, I have to admit. I'm very impressed. I'm not exactly sure what I expected to find. Maybe something out of an old Frankenstein movie or some such. But from what I see, everything is run efficiently, and records are kept of each and every process." Anne stops for a moment, then continues. " One thing that puzzles me, though. Exactly why are we even creating these cloned subjects? What's the purpose behind the project?"
Dr. Walsh indicates for Ms. Price to be seated. She sits next to her.
" The Initiative Project is a combined effort of various U.S. Intelligence agencies and the Military to create , using a very tired an overused term, the Super soldier. This is not the first effort at creating this mythical " Super Soldier" , but it is the best and most advanced protocol to date."
" But, I don't understand. Why go to all the trouble to create new beings to be this " Super Soldier"? Why not just develop methods to enhance living volunteers to fulfill this role?"
" Human beings, at least normal human beings, have conflicts when it comes to being ' enhanced' , as you put it. That research was actually carried out in secret in the 80's, with disastrous results. The big problem is, what happens when the 'volunteer' no longer wants to be a Super Soldier? You can't exactly 'un-enhance' them once the surgeries and various chemical and psychological modifications have been made. They become�well, rebellious, forced into a life they don't want. The test subjects from those experiments inevitably went psychotic, and had to be put down."
" But, aren't your 'test subjects' human beings too? What happens if they don't want to be this Super Soldier?"
" Not strictly, no. We are doing things that even 5 years ago were unheard of. We are mixing the DNA of humans and animals to create a new race of beings. They are not human, strictly, and certainly not animals. They combine the abilities and strengths of both. For instance, in one of our test subjects, we've combined human and avian DNA, to create a being with extraordinary sight capabilities, and using predator birds, they instinctually are hunters. They will make great covert operatives, once the experiments are complete. Other subjects are combined with different animal DNA, or various animal DNA's , to create unique capabilities in them."
"Ok, I'm following you. They have these ' capabilities' from birth, so to speak. But still, won't they rebel like the other experiments?"
" No, that's what the programming is about. They are programmed using a variety of techniques to have their assignments ' hard coded' in their thought processes. When fully activated, they're goal in life is to perform the programming they received in the pre-clone state."
"So, essentially you're creating a slave class of beings. They don't know it, but they can only serve per their programming, only the functions they were created to fulfill. This is their whole existence. Seems rather� cruel."
" First of all, I have to correct you. We're not creating a slave class here, but rather, a warrior class. And, if we stopped at just what's been described, you're right. It would be a servant class. But we're taking this further."
" How so?"

" First of all, we're integrating our ' test subjects' into normal society. We're giving them memories of a life , even if it never was truly lived by them. The only thing we're programming is an imperative to be 'patriotic' and to serve their country in the roles provided. They don't, and won't know any other desires. To them, they are 'volunteering' to be Super Soldiers, to use their ' God given' abilities to serve the country. Just like any other ' patriotic' citizen. They are given identities, and lives. They aren't kept apart, but are an integral part of our society."
" That's all very well and good, Doctor. But what about the other things people crave. Love, a home, family? They obviously won't have that."
Dr. Walsh smiles at her. " I have to disagree. That's what the current part of the experiment is all about. The race of cloned beings we're creating are fully functional sexually."
" Maybe, but to put it bluntly, who wants to be with a 'freak ' ?" Anne Price looks doubtful . The thought gives her the willies.
" Ah, we thought of that. We are creating ' mating pairs' of our subjects. Not only will they be capable of reproduction, but unlike anyone else, they will be guaranteed a mate. And, they combined abilities of the 'parents' will be passed to the children, creating a stronger, better warrior class."
" This all sounds very Orwellian to me, Dr. Walsh. It seems� unnatural."
" So , I must point out, is most technology, including medicine. Yet, these are to the benefit of the population as a whole, and we would be rather miserable as a race without them. " Dr .Walsh stands up, and turns back to her. " You have to consider the broader picture. These ' unnaturals' will relieve the burden of fighting, and death and dismemberment from fighting, from the ' natural' born citizens. They are the armies of the future, carrying out the unfortunately necessary fighting of wars. In a way, they're like the drone planes becoming more and more in use in warfare. There is not pilot in the cockpits; they are controlled remotely. If they are shot down, a human being is not lost. These " Super Soldiers' are the same breed. They are created to replace human troops in battle, and to be faster, better, and smarter in fighting. Their chances of survival are greater than 'normal' humans.
But beyond that, these ' Super Soldiers' can be programmed to not only fit in our society, but into any society, including those hostile to our interests. They become the perfect spies. They blend seamlessly into the society they are created for, they live , work, procreate like 'normal' humans, but all the time they are keeping tabs on potential dangers to our interests. They can work in ways no conventional spy can to prevent conflicts, therefore reducing and maybe one day eliminating the need for war. With these beings, we may be able to eliminate war in a few generations. "
Anne Price sits quietly awhile, seeming to mull over Dr. Walsh's arguments. She finally replies.
" I have to admit, Dr. Walsh. When I came here today, I was very negative about continuing the Initiative Project. Cost overruns, the failures? All were seemingly too high. But after inspecting your operation, and after your very passionate speech for the project, I see some more consideration needs to go into this." She smiles brightly at Dr. Walsh." I can see now, you're a very dedicated scientist promoting what seems to be a very worthy project. I will include your arguments in my report to the select committee. I believe that funding can be almost guaranteed for the continuance of the Initiative Project."
Dr. Walsh feels an immense weight lifting off her heart. She feared that after today, and the recent incidents, that the Initiative was doomed. She turns to Anne and smiles a rare smile.
" Thank you, Ms. Price. This is very good news, indeed."
" Don't thank me, Dr. Walsh. Just see that you're goals are met."
Maggie Walsh nods. She's beginning to wonder if maybe she hasn't misjudged Ms. Price.
" Now, Doctor, I need to make some calls, and get the ball rolling. So, if you'll excuse me, I believe I'll be leaving, and let you get back to work." Anne Price rises, and looks around. " Exactly how do I get out of here, anyway?"
Dr. Walsh guides Anne to the closest exit from the complex. As she's about to leave, Anne turns back and offers her hand.
" Dr. Walsh, I want to congratulate you on a very successful effort. We'll be talking again, soon."
Maggie Walsh takes her hand, and shakes it. She smiles, then turns back and re-enters the facility, leaving Anne Price alone on the steps leading out.
Anne Price goes down the steps, heading for the School Parking lot. She stops, and takes out her cell phone. She uses her speed dial to call a particular number.
" Hi, Daddy? This is Anne. I've just toured the facilities here at UC Sunnydale, and I have to say, I'm impressed with the level of advancement they've made in the cloning process. I believe that we'll be able to use the research for our own project with little input from outside scientists. Once we eliminate Dr. Walsh from the equation, I feel we'll be able to reach our own projected goals within a year or so."
"That's very good news, Anne, " Ethan Rayne replies on his side of the conversation. " I must say, I wish I had equally good news to report. But I fear my old friend, Rupert Giles, is rather balky at helping us. It's really too bad. It would've made taking over so much easier. But I should've remembered that old Ripper marches to the beat of a different drum, and lays his loyalties all too often on the losing side of the skirmish. He's such a rampant sentimentalist. Oh well, we'll take care of him when the time's right."
" So what now?" Anne says, " How do we get rid of Maggie Walsh, if Dr. Giles won't cooperate?"
" Simple. We just move to plan B. I'm already setting things in place, and things will be ready to roll at the appointed time."
Anne Price smiles. " I knew I could count on you, Daddy, " She purrs into the phone. " Who's your sugar?"
" You are of course, my dear, " Ethan replies, smiling .
" Bye, Daddy, gotta go."
" Bye, love"
Anne ends the call, closing the phone and putting in her purse.
Looks like it's going to be a beautiful day after all, she thinks to herself.
Humming a little tune, she walks towards the parking lot and her car.

-4-

Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm
Faith rides along to her last stop of the day, daydreaming a little. Not a particularly safe thing to do when you're riding a bicycle and delivering packages, but give her a break. She can't help it. She's in love and can't forget that kiss Willow gave her at school just a few hours ago.
That was no kiss. God, I think she was trying to suck me out through my mouth. Mama, who woulda thought that little red-headed sweet as sugar never been kissed girl would turn out to be so damned hot? And horny? I thought she was gonna rub my clothes off there, she was so into it. Good thing she didn't, though, or junior mighta popped out and that woulda been something to explain. Man, I still got chill bumps thinkin' about that kiss. Mmmmmmmmmmmmm�.. Oh SHIT!
Faith barely misses a pedestrian as she's riding along. She swerves at the last second, scaring both herself and the man she nearly hit.
" You IDIOT! Watch where you're riding that thing. You could've killed me!" The man shouts at her.'
" Sorry, sorry!" Faith calls back, zooming off before the man decides to do something about it. That'd be just swell. Fired because I nearly hit someone�because I was daydreaming!!!!!
Ok, Faithy, mind back to business� Now, where's this package gotta get to? Let's see� 2230 Elm St. Faith pulls up and pauses for a second. She looks at the address again. Why does that seem familiar? She shrugs, pushing off to continue.
She rides her bike up to a large white house, and it hits her why the address if familiar. God, it's Red's house. I'm such a dope. I've been here plenty, and didn't even get the address.
She looks at the name on the package she's carrying . Sheila Rosenberg. Must be her mom, I guess. Rosenberg� so that's her last name. Cool. Well , Ms. Willow Rosenberg, maybe I'll just see you again, and maybe we can take up where we left off� Oh, god, what're you thinking, Faith?. This is her house! What if her mom caught us? Hmmm� maybe we can make a date at least� we'll see�
Faith parks her bike, and walks up to the front door. She knocks and waits � and waits� and waits. She knocks again and hears a voice call out through the door.
" Come in! I'm on the phone. Be with you in a moment."
Faith lets herself in and waits in the foyer, taking a little look around. She's never really seen this part of the house. Mostly, they came in through the back by Willow's room. Clutching the package, she moves into the living room.
" Hello? Ms. Rosenberg?" Faith calls out, wanting to get her business out of the way, hoping that Willow will show up.
" Just a moment, Please!" Mrs. Rosenberg calls out to her. Faith follows the direction of the voice and comes to the doorway leading to the dining room. Mrs. Rosenberg is standing by the table, back to her, talking on the phone.
" Yes, Helen, I'm still at a loss for the band. I mean, I've tried booking one for Willow's party, but the ones I've seen are so� well, just too weird, and they want all this money to play. I mean, please, a thousand dollars to play a party? That's just ludicrous. But I did promise Willow I'd get her a live band, and now I'm kind of at the end of my rope�"
At this moment, she turns and sees Faith standing at the dining room door. Still listening, she waves Faith in. Faith presents her with a pen to sign for the package, and hands it to her.
" No, I can't use the same band as the one she had at her Bat Mitzvah. They left Sunnydale a year ago, after that strange incident at the school auditorium." She listens to the phone, and continues. " Oh, please, not that band. I heard they encourage the use of like drugs, and sex and stuff� no, I don't know � I'll figure something out. Boy, never figured it'd be this hard to get a band� Anyway, I gotta go Helen. Give my best to Roger. Yes, I know� ok, well, we'll get together soon. Have dinner or something� right� ok, bye Helen."
Sheila hangs up the phone, and notices that Faith is still there. She looks at her quizzically.
" Was there something else, miss? " She takes a closer look at Faith. " Don't I know you?"
" Yes, Ma'am. My names Faith, I'm a friend of your daughter."
" Of course, Faith. Right, I remember you. Willow talks about you all the time," Sheila smiles at her. " So, Faith, was there something I can do for you?"
" Well, actually ma'am? I maybe could do something for you?"
" I'm afraid I don't understand?" Sheila looks puzzled.
" I couldn't help overhearing that you were looking for a band?" Faith smiles, " for Willow's party."
" Yes, I do, actually. I've been having a devil of a time finding a suitable band that doesn't want a fortune to play."
" Well, maybe I can help you out there. My cousin has a band, and well� things are a little slow right now. I'm pretty sure I can get them for your party."
" Really? That would be � wait a minute. Are they any good? " Sheila is a little wary." Have they had any experience?"
" Oh, yes ma'am. They play at the Bronze all the time. They're regulars there. And they do other places, too�"
" The Bronze? That little club over on the other side of town? Where the kids hang out?" Sheila goes into grill mode, " they don't encourage bad behavior with their music and stuff, do they?"
"No ma'am. Not at all."
" They don't play any of that crazy hop hip rap attack stuff do they? They're not like, weird are they?"
Faith hesitates for the briefest second, thinking about Veruca. How do I explain old stripey? " No, not weird ma'am� and they're pretty much rock and roll� nothing weird." Faith puts in the clincher. " I know Willow likes them. We were at the Bronze one night when they were playing, and she said she did."
" Yes, well� I love my Willow, she's a good daughter� but kids� sometimes their taste in music is a little suspect�" Sheila cocks her head to the side," � but if she really likes them� well, that would be a plus� " She looks at Faith. " So, how much does this band of your cousin want to perform? It'd be like maybe a couple of hours�"
" His rate is really reasonable, " Faith begins, not sure what would be a good price. Damn� I wish Oz were here.
" Well� I really couldn't go more than say� 600 dollars." Sheila looks at her intently.
Faith puts on a serious face, acting like she's really thinking it over. Inside she's doing cartwheels. 600 bucks? Oz'll be in heaven! "Well� that's on the low side� but, you know what? Willow's a friend of mine. I'm pretty sure I could convince my cousin to play for that amount."
Sheila smiles, figuring she's just gotten a good deal.
" Well, ok , then, Faith is it? You're cousin's got the � ummm� gig, is that what you kids call it?"
" Yes, ma'am" Faith smiles, starting to back out of the room, " I'll have my cousin call you, to set all the details. Is that ok?"
" That'll be fine, Faith, " Sheila smiles at her, " thank you, you've been a life saver. Willow will be very happy to have a band at her party."
" You're welcome, ma'am" Faith says, backing towards the foyer. Oz is gonna shit! 600 bucks? Man, he's gonna be dancin' on the ceiling when I tell him. Whoo hoo, I'm good, man, I'm good. Faith is on her own little cloud, she's so happy to have gotten this gig. She knows this'll please Oz, and maybe even Veruca won't be so bitchy about her being there when she brings in a paying gig. Not paying attention, she turns and starts to rush out� and runs into Willow, who's just gotten home.
" OOOFFF" Willow whooshes out when Faith hits her square on. She falls over, landing on her back, her legs splayed out. Faith, losing her balance, falls right on her, between her legs.
" Hey, be careful!" Willow complains, then sees who it is. She grins. " Well, hello there. Didn't expect to see you here!"
" Oh crap� Red. Sorry, didn't see you. Just dropping off a package for your mom�"
The proximity of Willow, and the remembrance of the hot kiss they shared at school, and the fact that Faith is very aware of Willow's body under her, sets off an immediate reaction in her. She feels herself growing rather hard� and it's pressing right against Willow's sex. She feels a warm flush creep up her neck. Oh, man. This isn't� ok, it's good, but it's so not right� she starts to push up off of Willow, but suddenly she feels Willow wrap her arms and legs around her.
" Uh-uh. No way, sweetie. Don't know if you're feeling it, " Willow says, her voice a bit low and seductive, " but I'm liking what I'm feeling." Willow starts to get aggressive, rubbing her warm damp sex against Faith's burgeoning penis. Her hands start running over Faith's back, and she puts her lips to Faith's neck.
" Uhhh� uhhh� Red�ummm� Willow, honey� not sure you wanna be doing this�or that�" Faith finds her breathing getting rather hoarse and ragged" Or especially� that!" Faith sighs� God, what the hell is she doing to me? God�whatever� don't stop! Faith finds herself moving against Willow, her hips starting to thrust.
" Mmmm� I'm thinking I'm wanting to do this very much" Willow breathes heavily, getting very excited. The feel of Faith on her, the smell of her arousal, the warmth is all putting Willow into a very soft and warm mood. She runs her tongue along Faith's neck.
" Oh god�." Faith feels the shiver go down her back to her toes.
" Willow? Honey? Is that you? Are you home?" Sheila Rosenberg calls from the other room. Immediately, the mood is broken, and the two girls are scrambling to get back on their feet. They just make it as Sheila Rosenberg enters the foyer. Faith, very aware of her heightened conditions, slips her clipboard down to hide her obvious excitement.
" Oh, there you are, sweetheart. Faith? Are you still here?" Sheila Rosenberg looks surprised. " I thought you'd be gone by now."
" Sorry, ma'am. Just stopped to chat with Willow. On my way now!" Faith smiles, embarrassed. She starts to move towards the doorway.
" Faith, wait!" Sheila Rosenberg commands. Faith feels her heart sink. Oh god, did she see us? Did she figure something's going on? Shit!
Sheila comes over to Faith, and hands her money. Faith looks at her, confused.
" A tip, Faith. Thanks for all your help. Meant to give that to you , glad I caught you!"
" Er � thank you, ma'am. Really, it was nothing." Faith grins, still feeling herself over-stimulated, trying hard to keep hidden her rather embarrassing bulge.
" You really saved my life. I know Willow would've been upset if I hadn't gotten a band"
" Well, thank you again, Mrs. Rosenberg. Thank you, " Faith smiles, and uses that as an excuse to slip out the door. As she's leaving, she hears Sheila saying to Willow. " Good news, honey, I found a band for your party�"
Faith, feeling sweaty, more than a little horny, and glad to escape without getting caught, decides to walk her bike until she cools down a bit.
-5-

Faith is walking on cloud nine. No, that isn't high enough for the way she's feeling. She's definitely on cloud 10, maybe 10 � . She feels like she's walking on air, that her toes don't touch the ground. She feels giggly and bubbly and ,in her words, girly, which is particularly strange since she hasn't been able to get rid of a particular bulge she developed at Willow's house.
Ok, Faith, get a grip. You're acting like a lovesick teenage girl. Well, maybe because you ARE a lovesick teenage girl. Yeah, ok, but how do you explain that thingie that just popped up between my thighs? Oh crap, I'm so lost I don't know what the hell I'm thinking or doing. I just know that I'm loving what I'm feeling� and how Red makes me feel� and it's particularly weird because before this� girls weren't exactly on my radar. Hell, before this I didn't have a penis, either!!! This is weird, totally weird� so how come I'm so fucking happy? Oh, I dunno. Maybe the girl I'm crazy about loves me, I got a well paying gig for the band, and hey, maybe for once life is just great. Maybe, ya think?
Faith, her head in the clouds, not even thinking that Oz and Veruca might be home, bursts through the front door, just wanting to dance. She stops short when she hears familiar and angry voices coming from the bedroom.
" � I'm tired of this whole thing, Oz. I'm tired of you doubting me, making me feel like a liar. I told you what happened last night, that you got drunk, AGAIN, and got into a fight, and the punk you were fighting stabbed you. But no, you don't believe me. That sucks, you know? Why would I lie to you?"
" I'm not calling you a liar, Veruca, " Oz, his voice sounding strained, yells back, " I just don't remember it. And I know I don't drink that much� so how is this happening all of a sudden? Why am I coming home all the time beat up, scratched and sore? It's just making sense!"
" Maybe you didn't drink much before, but lately� ever since little Ms. Faith showed up on the doorstep, you been throwin' em back pretty damn good. Gotta wonder why."
" Don't bring Faith into it. This is between you and me."
" Really? That a fact, Oz? How come ever since she came, it's been hell around here? She's ruining our lives, and you're letting her do it. I mean� oh screw this� you don't care, you don't love me. I'm getting the fuck outta here!"
" Wait, Veruca, don't go. I DO love you, I just�"
" No, you're � you're choosing her over me, and I don't like it. I mean, who the hell is she, anyway? You never said word one about her before she showed her ass up here, and now� "
" Veruca, c'mon, she's family. What am I supposed to do? Let her be homeless? Sleep in some alley somewhere. God�"
" No, instead what you do is bring her here, and let her interfere in our lives. I mean, before she came we never fought� not like this! I'm telling you Oz, it's her or me. She goes, or I'm outta here. I'm tired of her, and I'm tired of you defending her. Get it?"

" Veruca, please�"
" Her or me, Oz. Think about it. I'm outta here!"
With that, the bedroom door opens and slams shut, and Veruca, not even glancing in the living room where Faith is standing frozen, turns and slams out the back door. A few seconds later the van can be heard roaring to life, and wheels squeal as the vehicle is driven fast out of the driveway.
Faith feels like someone hit her in the stomach with a sledgehammer. She sits down heavily on the arm of the sofa, staring at the ground, gripping her fists and biting her lip to keep from crying. She is so open emotionally, that Veruca's words were like knives hitting her.
Oz emerges from the bedroom. Faith hears him, and sits up, trying to cover what she's feeling. She goes over to him.
" Hey. Got some great news!" She says, trying to put a happy on the crappy situation.
Oz just looks at her strangely, as if it's the first time he's ever seen her. He stands staring at her, until she becomes uncomfortable.
" What?" Faith says, defensively. Without thinking, she looks down to see if her ' growth' is showing, but there's no apparent bulge in her jeans.
" Who are you?" Oz asks, his tone strange.
" Huh?" Faith is totally surprised by the question. " Quit kidding around, Ozman. I'm Faith, you know� your cuz. We've known each other for like�forever. Hell, we were practically raised together. What�?"
" No you're not, Faith, " Oz says, " I don't � I don't have any girl cousins. I'm pretty sure of that� but you're like familiar, and not."
" Oz, c'mon, a joke's a joke, ok. Ha, ha, I'm laughing here, " Faith is far from laughing, " but this is too much."
Oz comes over, and grips Faith by the arms. He stares right into her face, and his expression is desperate bordering on hysterical.
" Who are you? Why're you here? Why are you familiar? What's the deal, what're you trying to do to me and Veruca? What's going on here?" His grip tightens.
Faith, getting scared, manages to push him away.
" What are you saying. Goddammit, Oz, I'm your cousin. I've been � we've been� why're you doing this to me?" Faith feels her lip tremble, and bites it. " Is it her? Is she doing this? I don't get it�" She shakes her head, and turns away, moving to the couch and her grip, which is stored behind it. She grabs it, and puts it on the couch, " Dammit, if you want me gone, Oz, just say so. I'm outta here. I get it. I'm in the way�" Without looking at him, she starts stuffing her clothes and stuff into the bag. Despite her best efforts, hot tears begin to sting her eyes, making everything blurry.
" No, Faith. Wait. Please?" Oz moves over, and puts his hand on her arm. She shakes him off, and continues packing. " Just� everything is so confused� I can't remember stuff I should be remembering� it's like my brain is all Swiss cheese� full of holes� so much I can't remember, exactly�"
Maybe it's some word, or the tone of his voice, or just his being so close, but something makes Faith look up at him, and what she sees surprises and worries her. Oz, Mr. Cool, never get ruffled, the ultimate laid-back, looks scared. Really scared. The fa�ade is gone, and his inner turmoil is plain to see.
" Oz, what is it?" Faith asks, genuinely concerned.
" I'm scared, Faith. I� I can't remember what I'm doing. I come home late night, and I'm all messed up and scratched and shit, and I can't remember how I got that way. Veruca says I'm drinking, a lot, but I � I don't remember drinking that much� but� things are all blacked out� "
" That's just crap, Oz. I've known you forever. You don't drink � I mean, you don't get wasted. You can barely do a beer� you've got this thing about losing control�"
" Yeah� that's another thing. You've known me forever� I've got all these memories of you� but they don't� it doesn't� I don't know, it just when I think about them, they don't ring right in my head."
" Oz, you gotta believe me. We're tight as tics. You're mom and mine are sisters, and they had us together all the times. Shit, I remember all the crap you've pulled on me, make me crazy, and when I want to go hit you, you do something just so great my heart melts. I feel like you're my brother, Oz� more than a cousin."
" That's just the deal, Faith. I remember stuff about you. Like you loving motorcycles more than anything on earth, how one day you want to like race them� how your mom nearly had a heart attack when you told her that� but it's like I'm looking through someone else's eyes. Like I'm remembering these things with someone else's brain� I don't feel connected to anything." Oz sits down heavily on the couch, leaning back heavily into the cushions.
Faith turns on the arm and looks at him, and feels she understands what he's going through. She knows how scared she feels about her own memory lapses, and the dreams she's been having. The killing dreams. How sometimes she looks at things and she feels they can't be real, can't be the way it seems, even though her mind tells her it's so. She feels like sometimes there's something living inside her, trapped and waiting. Waiting to get out. It scares her, because she senses it's powerful, and hungry.
Oz sits up suddenly, his face set.
" I gotta go find her, work this out." Oz stands, and starts for the front door. Faith gets up and follows him.
" I'll go with, Ozman. " She grabs her purse.
Oz turns, blocking the door. " I really wish you wouldn't Faith. Things are hinky enough between me and Veruca. You there might just make it worse."
Faith can't help feeling a little hurt. " Oz, I'd never do anything to stand between you and Veruca, or anyone you cared about. Don't you remember when we were 12, and we did the blood oath? Cut our palms and everything, swore we'd be friends forever and stand by each other. I � I'm not gonna lie, Oz, I think Veruca's playing you. But if you love her, if she makes you happy, I'm with you, bro. I just want to make it right. I love you Oz, even if you think you don't know me, cuz!"
Oz mumbles something and turns away.
" Didn't catch that one, Oz, " Faith says, following him out the door.
" Said even if you aren't my cousin, I'd want you to be, " Oz says, as way of apology.
Faith catches up to him, and gives him a hug.
" You dope. Of course I'm your cousin, Swiss cheese brain. Now lets go find Veruca and make with the happy!"
Oz stops suddenly, putting out an arm to stop Faith.
"What?" Faith says, turning to him.
" You said you had some news? Never got a chance to tell me."
" Yeah, maybe, " Faith says, slipping under his arm, and walking away. Oz runs to catch up.
" Well, you looked pretty revved up about it earlier. " Oz runs to catch up with her.
They walk along the street, heading for the Bronze. They figure if Veruca went anywhere, it'd be there.
" So what's this big new you got to tell?" Oz probes.
" Dunno if I should tell you now. Seeing how you're not my cousin and all, " Faith teases him a little, " Maybe I'll just find some other band to do it�" She trails off, looking out of the corner of her eye for a reaction.
" Band? What about the band?" Oz's curiosity is in overdrive.
" Well�"
"What, WHAT?" Oz is on his last nerve.

With everything going on, I almost forgot about it." Faith grins, knowing what's coming. " I got us a gig� a paying gig!"
" Huh?"
" A gig. You know, a job. For the band?"

" Yeah, ok, Ms. Smarty I know what a gig is, but did you saying paying?"
" Uh-huh" Faith says in a sing-song voice. " I gotta us a gig that pays 600 dollars for the night."
" Ok, Faith, quit kidding. Who's gonna pay US 600 dollars to play?" Oz shakes his head in disbelief.
" One of my route customers was talking on the phone about needing a band for a party, and well� she couldn't get anyone at a price she wanted to pay. So, I told her I knew a band, and hey� I got us the gig!!!"
" FAITH� You DOG!" Oz grabs her up and hugs her tight. " This is GREAT! I could kiss you!"
" Yeah, and then Veruca will start with the Hillbilly cousin thing again, " Faith cracks.
" Veruca will be so jazzed. Hell, she'll kiss you!" Oz is grinning from ear to ear.
" She damned well better not!" Faith declares, feeling queasy at the thought.
" Uh-huh, " Oz says, giving her a sly look. " I know that's not the girl you want to be kissing!"
" What're you babbling about, Oz?" Faith says pretending ignorance.
" Oh, please, Faith. You've been mooning over Willow almost since you got here. Talking this and that about her, never mind how you get all lit up when she's around. What do you think, I'm blind or something?"

" You're with Veruca, what other evidence do I need?" Faith cracks. Oz scowls at her. " Don't get all pissy on me, Cuz. Just because I gotta be nice to her for your sake doesn't mean I have to love the bitch!"
" I didn't want you to come along, anyway. Why don't you go back home?" Oz grumbles.
" We're almost at the Bronze now, Ozman. Might as well go on. Anyway, I promise, I'll be good. A regular Rebecca at Sunnydale farm, ok?"
Oz turns to face her, walking backwards. " This is why I didn't want you along, Faith. She's gonna catch your 'tude, and then it's gonna be all �." He trails off as he notices Faith has stopped dead in her tracks. She seems to be staring over his shoulder.
Oz turns around to see what she's seeing, and feels sick when he does. In the alley by the Bronze, leaning against the wall is a couple. They look very cozy. She is leaning against the wall, her legs splayed apart, her skirt up. The man, facing away from them at the moment, is between her legs, his pants down around his knees. The woman is moaning harshly, as the man lifts her and her legs wrap around his waist.
The woman is Veruca.
" What the hell�" Oz growls, and begins to advance on the couple.
Faith, over her shock, reaches out and grabs him, restraining him in a bear hug.
" No, Oz, don't!" Faith says, " Don't�"
At the moment, the couple turns around, the man leaning against the wall as the woman moves up and down on him.
The man is Xander.
" Oh, holy shit, " Faith gasps, " Xander!"
" I'm gonna kill the sonofabitch!" Oz struggles in Faith's arms.
Faith, knowing that a confrontation will just spell disaster, pulls Oz away from the scene. She hustles him over the entrance to the Bronze and pushes him inside.
Oz stands there, glaring at Faith. His hands are balled tightly into fists, and his face is red in rage.
" Dammit, Faith. Get the hell out of my way. I don't want to hurt you, but I'm not gonna let you stop me. I'm gonna kill Xander, and then I'm gonna kill her!" He starts towards the door, but Faith blocks him.
" Don't, Oz, stop!" She says, not letting him pass, " think about it. What good is it gonna do now? Think it's gonna stop her from slutting around on you? All that's gonna happen is that worm Xander'll call the police on you, and you'll go to jail. She's a bitch, and a whore, and she doesn't deserve to make you fool like that."
" Dammit, Faith what the hell am I supposed to do? Pretend it didn't happen?" Oz pushes her aside, making for the door, " just wait here, this won't take long."
" NO!" Faith goes to him, grabbing him. He shakes her off. She spins him around.
" Let me the hell alone, Faith. This isn't your fight!"
" Sorry, Oz"
" Huh?"

Faith belts him, catching him under the chin, and lifting him off his feet. His eyes go wide, then close as he crumples to the floor.
Faith kneels by him, putting his head in her lap, and stroking his face. Her face has an ugly expression on it.
That fucking whore! How could she do that to him? She knew he'd come looking for her, and she's boning Xander� God, Xander, that slime� right there in public. The bitch � one of these days, I'm gonna wipe that smarmy, nasty smile of hers off her face with my fist� then claw her eyes out, and rip her to pieces. Faith shudders, realizing that the idea actually gives her some animalistic pleasure.
And she's boning Xander? Xander? To whom a sewer is a step up in class? Well, I guess that just proves all her taste is in her mouth. I mean, get real. They guy makes slime look good. What's she doing the horizontal mambo with him, anyway?
I guess I shouldn't be surprised that Xander's cheating on Cordy, either. At least, last I knew they were still together. They looked pretty cozy today at school. But here he is, putting it to Veruca the whore. Well, I guess if he beats her, he'd gonna cheat on her, too. Figures, the prick. Why the hell does Cordelia stick with that bastard, anyway? I mean, if she could get past the " I'm better than anyone" 'tude, she's a hottie, pretty much. I don't get it. I just don't get it!
Oz starts to come around. He sits up, holding his head. He stares at Faith.
" What the hell happened?" He moans, holding his head. " You hit me!"
" Yeah, well you were gonna do something real stupid, and I had to stop you."
Oz just holds his head, and starts rocking back and forth.
" God, Veruca� with Xander? Why is she with that creep? God, I'm sloppy seconds to a fucking loser like that!" Oz starts to get up again." I'm gonna go beat that prick into the ground�"
Faith pulls him back down, and holds him down.
" Oz, don't be a moron. Going out there now is only gonna get you arrested, and then what? She'll just laugh at you. I'm sorry, Oz, but she's not worth it."
" Dammit, Faith. I love her. I don't want her fucking that � that�."
" Oz, do you need a hammer to hit you on the head? Pretty clear she doesn't love you. How could she, and do that to you?"
Oz, the normally unflappable, cool as ice cream Oz, starts to cry. His face seems to crinkle up and collapse.
"What's wrong with me? What the fuck did I do wrong? Why doesn't she love me?"
" Shhh� shhh� don't, Oz. She's not worth it, she's trash" Faith pulls him in, and cuddles him. " Don't do this to yourself. You didn't do anything wrong, baby. She's the blame, not you."
" I'm such a dope. I knew something was wrong� the way she was acting, and all. I knew something was up� I just didn�t want to see it. I guess I just � damn. It's because I'm so short, right? That's it, right? She doesn't love me cuz I'm so short�" he voice gets a broken quality to it, " short, and funny looking, and � shit, no money, nothing� no wonder�"
" Oz, if you keep doing that to yourself, then you are an idiot. You're a great guy, a sweetheart. Maybe not too bright, picking her, but hey, you're in love. You can't help it you fell for a skanky ho!"
Oz looks up sharply, and sees her mocking expression. Her eyes are twinkling, and he almost laughs. Instead, a tight little grin comes over his face.
" Guess not�"His head droops. " I feel like shit."
Faith helps him to his feet. She puts her arm around his waist. " Come on. Gonna take you home. You've been beat up both body and soul, baby. Put you to bed. I think you need some rest."
" 'K " Oz replies, the fight gone out of him. He leans against her, and is almost docile. " Can I at least throw a dirty look at him?"
Faith turns to him, wearing a tight little smile. Her eyes are hard, glittering like diamonds.
" Don't worry, Ozman, he's not gonna get away with it. Gonna get him back, and her, too. Trust me. We're gonna get them back. "
He half grins. " Thanks, Cuz."
" You bet, Cuz" Faith grins at him.
They walk out of the Bronze.
-6-

"Oh, C'mon Buffy!"
Willow and Buffy are sharing a table close to the dance floor. It's not a live band night, so the club is playing dance music over the system. Willow is up out of her chair, pulling on Buffy's arm.
" Will, really not feeling like dancing tonight, " Buffy pulls away from Willow's hand, moving a little closer to Angel.
Buffy is feeling more than a little off tonight. Her body feels achy and hot, and she's still worried about her new little tattoo that appeared overnight. Then there's the sex with Angel last night. Not saying it wasn't good. It was� really good� I wanted more� but that's what's weird. I was like on fire last night, I couldn't get enough. And shoot� where we did it� so close to � where those poor people were ripped up� and those beasts in the wood. But shoot howdy, Buffy was horny, and she just had to have it then, didn't she? I don't know what came over me. I've never been so aggressive with Angel before. I think it scared him. He's hardly looked at me tonight. Probably afraid I'll throw him on the dance floor and screw him right there. God, what the hell is wrong with me�
Buffy unconsciously touches her shoulder, knowing the mark, or brand, or tat was there. Those dreams are becoming so real� I can feel her pain now� god, even more than before, I can feel what she feels. And she's so scared� I can feel that too. What's happening to me? Am I cracking up? Are they gonna measure me for a straight jacket soon? Rubberize my room and put � god, no jokes, I'm scared here!
" Buffy, are you alright?" Angel looks at Buffy, concerned. He's been rather worried about her since last night. Coming on that scene in the woods really affected her. Then, later, she got all aggressive and hormonal. I've never seen her so� never like that before. It was wonderful, but she's been withdrawn and quiet since. Oh man, I hope I didn't hurt her� she was a virgin� maybe she's freaked about making love like that� maybe she regrets it. Damn. Why didn't I control myself? Stop it? She probably wasn't ready� was only doing it because she needed to be held. I know she was freaked by all that blood last night. I should've stopped it. Why didn't I stop it?
" Yeah I'm ok, I'm just feeling a little feverish. Maybe I'm getting a cold or something�"
" I didn't know you were feeling sick, Buffy, " Willow is immediately apologetic, " Maybe we should just call it a night�"
Willow's feeling bummed too. She was hoping that Faith would show up. After this afternoon's little session on the floor of her house, she was more anxious than ever to do more with Faith. But it looked like Faith was going to be a no show. Damn, at least I was hoping for some hot smoochies� now� Willow sighs.
" No, really don't want to go home. If mom learns I even got the sniffles, she'll have me in bed, wrapped up like King Tut, and will be force feeding me vitamins and orange juice. Not wanting that."
Cordelia Chase, looking like she stepped out of a European fashion magazine, emerges from the crowd, and plops down in the empty chair across from Willow.

" Hey guys, what's up? How come it looks like an Ingmar Berman film over here? You guys are giving glum a bad name."
" Buffy's sick" Angel and Willow almost say simultaneously.
" No, not sick, just kinda weirded out by everything that's been going on, is all."
" Still thinking about last night, Buffy?" Angel looks at her with concern. " I mean, the wolves and all�"
"Werewolves. Didn't you guys say they were werewolves?" Willow pipes up.
"Whatever. It was just horrible�" Buffy shakes her head, trying to clear it of the memory of the bodies and blood.
" Aw c'mon, Buffy, you fight demons and Vampires and stuff. You've seen lots of blood and guts and icky stuff" Cordelia pipes in.
" This was different, Cordy. They were human�"
" I know, but I mean, it's part of your job, as a slayer� blood and guts� "
" Cordy, " Willow tries to change the subject, " Where's Xander?"
"I dunno, " Cordy shrugs, trying to be casual about it, " I mean, we were supposed to meet here, but I haven't seen him."
" That's weird. Didn't we see him when we got here? What, say an hour ago?" Angel asks Willow and Buffy.
" Thought so. I thought he was in the back or something." Willow puts in.
" Really?" Cordy lights up. Then her expression changes, hardens. " Well, if Xander Harris wants me, he can come find me. I'm through chasing around after him!"
" Good for you, Cordy!" Willow reaches over and pats her hand. " Stand up for yourself!"
Cordy smiles, pleased with herself.
" Hey guys, I gotta ask you something, " Buffy blurts out. She's needing to tell someone about the tattoo or whatever it is she has, and these are her best friends. Well, except maybe Cordy.
" What's up, Buffy?" Willow asks, looking over at her. She pauses. The expression Buffy's wearing gives her a weird feeling in her stomach.
" What is it, Buffy?" Angel asks.
" I want to show you guys something, but if I do, I need you to promise you'll keep it a secret. Ok?"
All three nod their agreement.
" Buffy, is this what you showed me last night?" Angel asks, remembering the burns on Buffy's body.
" No� this is new� and different!"
Buffy starts to unbutton her blouse.
" Buffy! What're you doing? " Cordelia seems freaked, " I mean we're not all like Willow here� Gay, I mean �no offense, Willow"
" Relax, Cordelia," Willow grins at her, " being gay? Not catching. Also, doesn't mean I want every woman on the planet� just you, you hottie." Willow pretends to reach for her, and Cordelia squeals.
Buffy clears her throat, showing her irritation. " Is playtime over now, girls?"
" Sorry, Buffy!" Willow blushes.
" Hey, she started it."
" I so did NOT, Ms. Homophobe!"
" You did too, with your making out with Faith at school and all!"
" Cordelia Chase, that was supposed to be a secret."
" Maybe you shouldn't make out in the student quad then, don't you think?"
" You are such a blabbermouth, Cordy! What if I start telling about�"
Both girls suddenly realize it's gone somewhat quiet at the other end of the table. They turn, and look at Angel and Buffy, face in hands, looking at them. They both blush a deep crimson.
" Oh, no, don't stop on my account!" Buffy's tone is mocking, " So, what's this about Cordelia?"
" Nothing�" Willow shuts her mouth.
" But you were making out with Faith in the student quad area�?" Buffy's brow is arched.
" No� not making out!" Willow shoots Cordelia a knife laden glance, " just well� we kinda kissed, and Cordy happened to come along and saw us� not making out!"
" And you didn't tell me about this� why?" Buffy looks intently at her friend.
" Dunno� maybe cuz I thought you'd give me the look you're giving me�" Willow reddens.
"What look?" Buffy's surprised.
" That look� the Shocked but gotta cover it because Will's my best friend and even if thinking she might be gay might freak me, can't let her know it look."
" So not fair, Will, " Buffy protests, " that's not true at all. I'm happy for you if you and Faith are like�well, whatever. But I don't care if you're straight, or gay or something between; you're my friend. I don't care who you date� well, except Angel, can't have him, and oh, me, because I'd kinda like to know in advance, but otherwise, no skin of my nose�"
" Buffy?" Angel interjects mildly.
"What?" Buffy turns to him.
" You're starting to babble like Willow�"
"Huh?"
Buffy looks at Willow, who's twisting a strand of her hair, a Buffy nervous habit. Willow realizes what she's doing, looks at Buffy who's looking at her, and they bust out laughing.
Angel and Cordelia look a little puzzled, but join in, politely.
" You're a bad influence on me!" Buffy and Willow say almost simultaneously, and then laugh harder.
Angel and Cordelia just look on, as the two of them cackle like morons for a minute or two. Finally, sobered up, they look around the table and blush again.
"What started this anyway?" Angel asks, after the hilarity is over.
" I think Buffy was going to show us something?" Cordelia replies.
" Right. Remember, I need you not to tell anyone, ok?" Buffy looks at them solemnly, " and Cordy? Not trying to sex you up, so chill, ok?"
Willow giggles. Cordelia blushes.
Buffy pulls down the shoulder of her blouse, and turning, reveals the tattoo that appeared on her shoulder this morning. Each of them looks at it, but it's Cordelia that is a little freaked out. And it's not Buffy's bare shoulder doing the freaking.
Flashes of memories go through her mind. A big white room with lots of harsh lights and tanks lining the walls. Faces crowded around her, staring at her. Making her scared. Then the sensation of flying, free high and away� the simple pleasure of feeling the wind under her wings. Wings? Then Xander standing over her, after he's just hit her again, saying something like " If your not careful, I'll brand you�" then in a tank of water, that's not water. It burns, and through the glass she can see a symbol like the tattoo on Buffy's shoulder.
" When did you get a tattoo Buffy? " Willow asks, " you're mom's gonna have a cow when she finds out!"
" I didn't get it Will. It � just appeared. This morning� after one of those dreams I told you about."
"That's so weird, Buffy, " Willow looks at the tattoo closely. " Gee, it� this is strange, but it looks like a bar code� like on stuff you buy."
" Oh, great. What? I'm for sale now? " Buffy looks over her shoulder, trying to see it more clearly.
" Willow's right," Angel says, looking at the tattoo. " definitely looks like a bar code. Like you'd use to identify something in an inventory or the like."
" Why the heck would I get a bar code on my shoulder?" Buffy says, puzzled and worried. " Maybe I should show it to Giles�"
" No, don't!" Cordelia seems a little freaked out. Everyone turns to her." I just mean, well� Giles has been acting so un-Giles like� has anyone else noticed that? All well� kinda secretive and secret agenty and all� maybe it's better not to show him. I'm kinda feeling weird about him."
" Oh, that's just poop!" Willow says, upset, " Giles is Giles. He's Buffy's watcher. He'd want to know."
" No, I think Cordelia's right. I could've showed this to Giles this afternoon, but something's not right about him. Not lately, anyway. I don't think � I think it's best we just keep this to ourselves, for now." Buffy feels a chill down her spine, and can't understand why.
" I have to agree with Willow, " Angel puts in, " It might mean something. Might be some kind of mystical symbol. It might have to do with your slayer duties, Buffy. I think you should show Giles!"
" NO! " Cordelia insists, " I mean� there's just something about the way Giles has been acting and all. I think at least, Buffy should wait."
" I agree. This isn't about my slayer duties. This is about the dreams I'm having�"
" Couldn't they be�" Willow starts.
" No, they're not slayer dreams. They're� just nightmares. Really scary and too vivid nightmares. I think � for now, I think it best we just keep this to ourselves, ok?"
She looks around the group because no one is responding.
" OK? "
Everyone nods.
" So, can we talk about something else now?" Buffy says, wanting to change the subject.
Cordelia feels restless. That symbol on Buffy's shoulder has stirred something in her. Something deep , buried just below her conscious mind. She feels a need to be outside, away from crowds and buildings and noise. She taps her fingers on the table nervously.
" Are you ok, Cordy?" Willow asks, looking at her, " you look kind of pale."
" Hmmm? Oh, yeah, I'm fine� fine, " Cordy says absently. She stands up, " hey, guys, I think I'm gonna go. Gotta find Xander and all, you know� see you later, ok?"
" Ok, Cordy, " Buffy says, looking at her intently. " You sure you're ok?"
" Yes, yes, I'm fine. God, all these questions!" Queen C rears her ugly head.
" Ok� well, seeya then, "Buffy says, not needing Cordy's 'tude right now.
Cordelia rushes off without any more formality. The remaining people watch her go.
" What's her deal?" Willow asks, a little put out by Cordy's strangeness. God, what is her problem, anyway? Well , for starters� Xander�
Buffy shrugs, " Dunno. But it's Cordelia� for her, that's almost normal."
It goes quiet for a minute or two as they think about Cordelia's weird behavior. Then Buffy breaks the silence.
" So, lets move on and talk about something else, " Buffy grins, a little mischievously. " Let�s talk about oh, say, you making out with Faith �?"
" BUFFEE!!!" Willow turns red as a beet.
" Yeah, Buff. Why talk about it when a demonstration is so much more effective, ya know?"
Everybody turns, and behind Willow Faith is standing , a smirk on her face and her arms crossed over her chest.
Before anyone can react, Faith swoops in, puts her arm around Willow's shoulder, and bends over, engaging her in a three alarm lip lock. The others watch, wide eyed.
Willow, as surprised as the rest of them, doesn�t react at first. Then her arms slide around Faith's neck, and she pulls her in for a heated kiss. The kiss seems to go on forever, and when the two break, there is definitely a breathlessness going on.
Buffy and Angel , sitting across the table, are grinning like fools, and blushing.
" Hey, Faith, " Buffy finally says, " I'm gonna go out on a limb here and say, something's going on between you and Will?"
" Naw, Buffy. I just like kissing girls. You're next!" Faith teases her.
Willow punches Faith lightly on the arm. " You better not!"
" Mmmm� dunno, Faith. " Buffy turns to Willow, " How is she as a kisser, Will?"
Willow just grins, and licks her lips.
" Wow� well, I'd have to say that's the Willow seal of approval. Pucker up, Faith, and lay it on me." Buffy grins at them both.
" Sorry, Blondie. Did I forget to mention? I only like to kiss red-headed girls."
"Damn, Willow. You always get the girl!" Buffy laughs, then slips her arm through Angel's . " Guess I'll just have to settle for him." She leans against Angel and smiles at him.
" Settle?" Angel grins, " seemed pretty unsettled last night�"
" ANGEL!" Buffy blushes, " SHHHH!"
" Yeah, what about last night?" Willow teases Buffy. " I hear�"
" Hey, before it gets really all steamy and sexy in here, I've got a message for you guys." Faith looks at Buffy and Angel. " I ran into Mr. Giles on my way here, and he asked me to tell you if I saw you that patrol is cancelled tonight. After last night, he figures Buffy should take the night off."
" Really?" Buffy's smile widens. " Gee, no patrol Angel. Whatever will we do?"
Buffy and Angel stare at each other for a minute. Buffy leans a little closer, and plants her lips on his neck.
" Ummm� who's the vampire there, again, Red?" Faith whispers in her ear. Willow giggles.
" Hey, you two!" Willow speaks up, " Don't you think you should get a room?"
" Hmmm� maybe, " Buffy says. She and Angel stand, " But from my perspective, that's kind of like the pot calling the kettle black, you know?"
" Hey, we haven't�!!!!" Willow protests. But not because I haven't tried!!!
"Don't blow a gasket, Will. It's ok� when it's time, it'll happen, " Buffy grins at her. She looks up at Angel, " time to go, honey" she says in an ooey gooey voice. They walk towards the rear exit.
Willow looks at her watch, " Holy moley. My mom's gonna have a fit." She stands up. " Walk me home, sweetie?" Willow does a wicked imitation of Buffy's ooey gooey tone. Faith laughs.
" You're a bad-un, ya know? I think I'm loving it."
" Mmmm� you got no idea how bad I can get, " Willow croons at her, as she makes sure she manages to rub against Faith at every opportunity. Her arms slides around Faith's waist, and her hand slips into the back pocket of Faith's jeans.
" Hey� so not fair. You're not wearing pants. "
" Improvise, sweetie. Improvise."
The both of them giggling, they walk out towards the front entrance.
Unbeknownst to either couple, they've been observed. Closely. A couple in the corner has been watching them since they came in. Anne Price and Ethan Rayne smile as they leave. They know now that the couples have come together, and from their actions, they are close to mating. They know their little plot is going to come right at the appropriate time. They turn back to their conversation, planning out their next move.
And unbeknownst to them, they're being watched. A tall man, wearing glasses, sits in a corner opposite them. Before him is a glass of scotch. He takes a sip while watching both the couples and Ethan and Anne.
He arrived just a few moments prior, through the back door. he was hoping to catch Buffy and Co. before they left, but they were already moving off when he arrived. He didn't want it to seem planned, more by accident. Something was wrong with Buffy today, he noticed that while she was giving him her report. He never had a chance to explore it, however. She seemed �distant, as if she didn't trust him. That worried him.
More worrisome was the couple at the other table. So, Ethan knows someone on the inside. Anne Price must be working with him. But why? She's supposedly the liaison to the select committee. Does she have another agenda going, and how does it involve Ethan? Already, Giles wasn't liking what he was seeing. He knew he should warn Dr. Walsh. And also, report on the progress of the clone's mating.
He shivered at the word. Clones. God, they're people. Thinking of them as just bits of flesh? I can't do it. I know these children. They're good kids. They think they're real� how can I ever tell them their just little cogs in a much bigger machine? That all they remember, all they think they know? Is just false, programmed by technicians back at the lab?
No, that's not right. They can program memories, but you can't program behavior. They've got souls. They're not monsters, they're not just blobs of flesh. They're people. And here I am, helping to keep them under control. Like they were caged animals.
Giles was hating his job as ' zookeeper' more and more each day. He found that he couldn't just put these charges, these people he's been entrusted to watch. Every night he was drinking, trying to keep his nerves under control, and his stomach from turning at the thought of what was being done to these� children.
When I first came onboard, I was as enthusiastic as anyone. They were going to create a race of warriors, bred for war. It would relieve the ' regular' population the burden of going to war, and the after effects of what war does to you. A breed of super soldiers, designed with inherent capabilities to make them more efficient warriors. Cloned with human and animal DNA, the most aggressive species to make them effective fighters, effective killers.
The first generation, including Spike and Drusilla, and Veruca, turned out to be sterile. Something went very wrong in the DNA sequencing, and their ability to reproduce was eliminated. This generation was kept in stasis until a second generation could be created. This included Cordelia and Daniel, know by the others as Oz. The kinks in the DNA reproductive cycle were worked out using animal mating cycles, rather than human, which are more fragile. So finally they had a breeding pair. But again, something went wrong. Although they were brought together, and mated, the offspring died. Consistently. There was an incompatibility in their DNA. They could breed; just not with each other.
During the creation of the second generation a technique of memory wiping was developed. Both Oz and Cordelia underwent it, but it only had limited effect on Cordelia. For some reason, her memory was resistant. Finally, using hypnotic blocks, they brought her to a point of semi- awareness. They couldn't completely remove her memories, but they wouldn't be accessible to her conscious mind.
After working out the final kinks, they brought the current generation out. They are fully compatible, DNA wise, so they can breed. With their partners, at least. Willow was originally scheduled to mate with Oz, but something again went wrong with their compatibility. So, another clone had to be created. Unfortunately, only female DNA was available� which would be fine, except it was found that Oz's DNA was too close to the original clones DNA. He wasn't likely to be able to mate successfully with any of the current or future crop of clones. So, instead, the new female had to be altered enough to mate with Willow. I don't know enough science to know how exactly they managed it, but somehow they created a gene that would activate her 'male genitalia' on meeting with her mate. I'm assuming it worked; I've no concrete evidence that Faith is anything but 100% female. But she and Willow seem to be getting along very well�
Giles leans on the table, placing his head in his hands. God, I hate this. I'm looking at them as bugs, but their humans. Same as me� better than me, because they aren't lying about what they're doing, what their role is. God, I haven't drunk enough tonight to put it away yet. I have to admit, as a research scientist, I'm a failure. I've made the classic mistake. I've come to care about my subjects� God, their not subjects, their kids. People. With hopes and dreams, they have NO idea what's in store for them. I know� and I can't tell them. How can I tell them their just guinea pigs, and when the experiment is done, they'll be ' recycled'? God, what kind of man am I?
Giles stared over at the other table, where Ethan and Anne sat plotting Maggie's downfall. His face was grim. In that moment, he knew he no longer worked for the Initiative. He wouldn't join Ethan to bring down the Initiative; Ethan was untrustworthy. Whatever plans he had for the subjects were far worse than Maggie's. Of that Giles was sure.
He would find a way to save the ' subjects' of the experiment, even if it meant �.
He didn't want to think about that. He didn't want to think anymore about anything.
Grabbing his glass, he went to the bar for a refill.
It was going to be a long night.

-7-

Cordelia stands looking down at the waters of the lake.
After leaving Buffy and Co. at the Bronze, she'd gotten in her car and just started driving aimlessly.
She didn't have a clue as to where she was going. All she knew was that she had to get away. Something inside her, something buried deep, was clawing to get out. Something that scared her, and at the same time, thrilled her. Something powerful; something hungry.
She left Sunnydale city limits an hour ago, and drove the back roads to the lake. She parked her car on the bluff, and got out. She walked to the edge of the bluff, and looked down.

And so she's still looking down at the moonlit waters. She doesn't know why, but she feels she belongs here. That a part of her is bonded to this place, that this is where she's meant to be. It's a powerful feeling, one that's instinctual and permeated throughout every cell in her body.
She here, looking down, is the predator
Down below waiting, is the prey.
This feeling chills her to the marrow.
Insane. I've gone insane. All of this is crazy. I'm a girl. I'm not a hunter. I don't want � prey. I want to go home. Be in my bed, sleep under the smooth silk sheets. Why am I standing here, looking down at Lake Sunnydale. I should go, I should go home and forget all of this.
Cordelia, resolved, turns to retrieve her car and get far away from this place as fast as she can. She knows that she's been having all sorts of problems lately, what with school, and Xander, and all� but this feeling�is just�

Then she stops. She falls to her knees, crying out as a huge pain rips through her body. She feels her bones popping, reshaping themselves. Her arms lengthen, and her body and head starts to shrink. Her feet break out of her shoes as they become talons, sharp and ready to grab prey. Her face changes, the mouth and nose lengthening and curving downwards, her eyes receding, her hair changing into feathers. Her fingers merge together, and her arms become wings, feathers literally growing out of her skin.
In just a minute, she has changed form a comely young woman into a large, hawk-like predator. She moves her wings gracefully, testing the air currents for lift. She moves back from the edge of the cliff, giving herself enough room to take off. With a call to the hunt, she runs on her avian legs, and lifts off, flying into the full moon. She is on the hunt, and prey, beware.
Out of the forest surrounding the bluff, a large, dark haired wolf with russet stripes emerges. This is no ordinary wolf, as it walks upright, like a man. It watches as the predatory bird takes off, and then raises its snout to the moon, calling out its victory cry.
To be continued
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