Pairing: Willow Rosenberg/Charlie Eppes
Summary: The FBI is called in when teenaged girls go missing, who just happen to be new slayers.
Disclaimer: I claim no ownership over these characters. I am merely borrowing them from Joss et al. and Scott Free.
Distribution: slayerversathon, my LJ, my site, TtH, the usual lists, anyone with previous permission. Anyone else - just ask.
Feedback: Yes please! It makes me happy and keeps me writing.
Author's Note 1: Thanks to angelskuuipo, emeraldswan and kallie_kat for all of your help and handholding.
Author's Note - BtVS: Okay, so in order to make this story work, I had to play around with storylines a bit since this takes place Post-Chosen, in LA. Basically, Angel didn't take over Wolfram & Hart, he killed Connor and Cordelia died in her coma. The rest comes out in the story.
Author's Note - Numb3rs: Takes place mid-season 2, after 'Mind Games' but before 'All's Fair'.
Start with Chapter 1
Willow carefully walked through the cemetery, with Charlie a few steps behind her. She knew that Buffy was bringing a group of students here to stop a couple of newly risen vamps from getting much farther than their graves' surface.
"You brought me to a cemetery?" Charlie asked, noisily trying to keep up with Willow.
She nodded. "Yes, there are a couple of vampires rising tonight."
"V-vampires?" Charlie repeated.
"Yes, vampires," Willow agreed. "Just be quiet, I know that they're around here somewhere." She paused as she heard the sounds of fighting a little off to the right. "This way."
Charlie was helpless but to follow her as she took off towards the sounds of a fight. What he saw when they found it had him stumbling back to lean against a tree. There were four girls fighting in hand-to-hand combat against five people with grossly disfigured faces. He stared in disbelief as a blonde girl, a little older than the others, thrust a piece of wood into the heart of the man she was fighting and he exploded into dust.
He blinked. His eyes must be playing tricks on him. But when he focused on the fight again, another of the disfigured men turned to dust. Then another.
He was so enthralled with the fight that he didn't hear anyone coming up behind him. Too late, he found himself being yanked around to face one of these...things...in the unnaturally yellow eyes.
"Willow," he yelled, before a very strong hand was around his throat, cutting off his air supply.
"Charlie." He heard from behind him. "Close your eyes."
He did. A second later a bright light flew past his ear and the hand was suddenly gone. He collapsed to the ground, coughing as he struggled to catch his breath.
Willow was at his side a moment later. "Are you okay?"
"Wh-what was that thing? And where did he go?" he panted.
"Vampire," she simply stated. "And I threw a fireball at him, and he went poof."
"What are you people?" Charlie asked, wide-eyed, taking in the girls standing a short distance behind Willow.
"Well, as I said at the restaurant, I'm a witch. They," Willow said, gesturing behind her, "are slayers."
"I think that I'm just going to..." Charlie passed out before he could finish speaking.
"Well, that went well," Buffy said, looking down at the unconscious mathematician. "What were you thinking bringing him here, Willow? He could have been killed."
"I know, but he needed to see for himself," Willow said. "I know his type. He wasn't going to let up until he knew the truth. Even if it wasn't a truth he wanted to know."
"So you could have taken him to the school and asked Angel to go all grr for him. He wouldn't have liked it, but he'd do it before putting an innocent in harms way."
Willow shook her head. "Charlie still wouldn't have believed it if it was just Angel. He needed to see all of it. Don't worry; I know what I'm doing. Now, can you help me get him back to the school?"
"If you just wanted to get him into your bed, I'm sure there was an easier way," Buffy chided her friend.
Willow blushed as she gasped, "Buffy! That so wasn't my objective."
Buffy laughed as she bent down and picked Charlie up, placing him over her shoulder in a fireman's carry. "Hey, I'm not knocking your choice. He's a hottie."
"Isn't he though," Willow sighed, then coughed. "I mean, for a man. A very intelligent man."
With a chuckle still in her voice, Buffy turned back to face the junior slayers. "Come on. Time to get back and report on a successful mission. Great job, girls. And as Willow was so kind to demonstrate, it's not a good idea to bring your date to scheduled slayage. It's one thing if you're out and get attacked, but it's not a good idea to pick up your date on the way to wait for vamps to rise. Got it?"
The three newbies all nodded their heads with smiles on their faces at how uncomfortable Ms. Rosenberg looked.
Continued... Chapter 8