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Disclaimer: I do not own the Anita Blake series nor BtVS. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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Show/Book: Buffy/Anita Blake series/Angel

Warnings: this story continues with an alternative ending then the Buffy show! Anita Blake portion takes place after C.S., Language/Slash and anything else I forgot

Summary: Sunnydale destroyed, Faith and Buffy look for a new job as advised by an old friend.

Disclaimer: I in no way own earn money; get sexual favors or anything even remotely worthwhile from af thf these characters or use of a story idea. Buffy/Angel belong to Mutant Enemy. Laurell K Hamilton owns every right to Anita Blake and her lascivious love life. Me, I just don’t want to be sued. ;)

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Punctuation and spelling corrections accepted with inelegant (though heartfelt) gratitude.

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Today was just not my day.

I had 3 raisings to do tonight and our manager Bert’s always unrefined sense of humor had decided that I was the ONLY one that should interview these two half-wits for a position at Animator’s Inc. They had asked for me by name.
Bert was so going to pay for this.

Pasting my best “I am professional and totally detached” face on and asked our secretary, Jamis, to escort the half-wits, excuse me Slayers into my office. Turning to the mirror, I checked that my smile was in place, even though it never reached my eyes.

My mother’s gift of Mexican heritage ended with my hair and height, nothing to be done about my ever so pale complexion, so I moved on. Visually checking mcketcket to make sure that the Browning was unnoticeable in my shoulder holster and the two wrist blades were well covered, even when reaching forward. Nothing was noticeable. Jacket hung perfect, small skirt two inches above the knee and back hose with two-inch pumps. My corporate war paint in place, the smile ever so perfect, just the eyes giving me away. Goodie.

I would give them 15 minutes then I was throwing their asses out.

I could hear Jamis in his high delightful tenor coming down the hall, commenting on this or declaring over that, keeping a non-stop chatter that soothed and relaxed the most distressed or uncomfortable of our clients. Personally, I was always simply surprised that the hallway he was treading never burst into flames as he sashayed along. As his voice approached my door I stood, perfect expression in place, right hand ready to be extended.

The door opened to admit two very different visions. I think my politely blank look slipped because the blond suddenly looked unsure and her brunette companion suddenly looked tense and her eyes went empty. Ah, so that was the way of it.

I came around my desk extending my hand and readjusted my smile. See, I am friendly, nothing to harm you here. Yeah right, the big bad Executioner not scary. The blond relaxed and the brunette simply seemed to relax but maintained an attentive tension that belied her cool exterior. Fair enough sisters. I’m not comfortable with you either.

“Welcome to Animators Inc. Ladies, I am Anita Blake. How can I be of assistance?” as I slowly and firmly shook each of their hands I leaned slightly forward aiming my view slightly behind them making sure no other visitors were slipping past the now empty reception area (Me be paranoid? Surly you jest.) to look Jamis in the eye, “Jamis, would you be kind enough to bring me and…” I paused effecting a confused look, “I’m sorry I don’t believe I was properly introduced.” The brunette spoke in a smoky bedroom voice, “ Faith. I am Faith and this is Buffy. “

Smiles don’t fail me now! Please tell me that she did not say the blonds name was Buffy. Holding my exterior presentation with strain, I continued. “Faith and Buffy cups of coffee?” I finished in what I hoped was a smooth end to the sentence. With a wink, Jamis was off.

“Please, come in and have a seat. Burt let me know you were looking for employment with Animators. Inc.” I returned to my desk and settled in for what I figured would be a short meeting. Ten minutes left until the door hit them in the ass.

“Yes, we are” Faith nodded firmly her eyes direct. “We have of course heard of you and knew that two totally kick ass Slayers would be of service to you and this company.”

Great, another couple of little girls with hero-worship for the Executioner and stars in their eyes. Ever since the government had passed the “Vampires have rights too law” I got to be a deputy and every bounty hunter with in the United States had started to show up on my door step making nice so they could say all of their “illegal kills” were actually sanctioned by a duly sworn Federal Marshal. Yep, little ole me, I was polite to some, rude to others. Depended on the approach really. I was fast approaching my favorite line for these little meeting. “Fuck you and don’t let the door hit your ass on the way out.” Yeah, me heap big vampire slayer.

“You of course realize what our company does,” I asked with interest. “Because we don’t really need any more clerical workers at this time.”

Faith opened her mouth to give what I was sure was going to be a glowing account of Animators Inc.’s finer points but instead irritably muttered, “Yeah, you raise the dead, duh.”

Faith began to slouch in her chair in apparent boredom. “ We are aware of what Animators Inc does, its successful history, and its association with the local Regional Preternatural Investigation Team in solving paranormal murder investigations.”

That got my attention. The chip on my shoulder girl knew her shit. Most people just called them the police not RPIT. Hmmm.

Still smiling I asked, “And I take it that means the both of your are capable of raising the dead?” That was a polite, to the point, quit wasting my fucking time question and were the hell was Jamis with my coffee anyways?

Faith simply snorted and Buffy looked taken aback. The knock at the door saved them from answering as Jamis came in with our coffee. Jamis made as little fuss as possible as he placed the Tiffany cups, saucers, creamer and sugar bowl with in reach along with little silver spoons and napkins on the corner of my desk with the small silver coffee urn. He poured the coffee with a flair that made me ashamed I never learned to look that graceful. When had the office purchased a coffee service set? With a smirk, Jamis set my current favorite coffee mug on my desk and quietly left the room. Color me grateful, at least I did not have to drink from the dainty cups.

Several years ago, Burt had this grand idea that we should all bring in our own coffee mugs to make things seem more “homey” and client friendly. I always went out of my way to find the one mug I thought would piss Burt off the most. My current favorite cup said Instant Human, Just ad coffee. Sometime during the month, Burt would find a way to make my current favorite cup disappear, he always did. And I would just bring another mug just as bad if not worse in to annoy him.

Brining myself out of my musings, I noticed Buffy looking miserable and Faith continuing to look bored. I regrouped my thoughts and charged ahead.

“From your reactions, am I to assume that neither of you have any of those talents?”

Scooting back up in her seat slightly, Faith spoke again. “We have no dead raising abilities. We are Slayers.” She continued to look at me like that was supposed to mean something. Nope, not sanctioning your illegal vampire/wereanimal/whatever kills twit. Prepare to kiss my ass.

“And ladies, just what do you think Slayers, could do for Animators Inc?” Me confess I don’t know about something? Nah.

Buffy opened her mouth to speak and stopped. She turned beseeching eyes to Faith and put her head down, her golden hair cascading around her head like something out of a sappy girly movie. What the hell was wrong with this girl? I’ve had more animation from 200-year-old zombies. Were her shoulders shaking? Oh hell. I hate weepy woman and I had one minute left until I could eject my annoyance.

Faith suddenly straitened up fully and leaned over to Buffy. I think I caught a hushed, “It’s okay B, I’ll handle it. It’ll all be 5 by 5.”

5 by 5? What the hell was that? The name abbreviation to B I understood. If I had been cursed with Sweet Valley High looks and a name like Buffy, B was probably the only thing I could dignify myself to answer to. Shit this was going to be longer then a 15-minute talk. Crap.

Sitting forward with a hand on Buffy’s thigh, Faith looked me in the eye. “Miss Blake…”

“It’s Ms. and call me Anita please” I interrupted. Why do people always assume you’re a Miss? I am too old to be a Miss. I correct now only out of habit.

“Whatever, Anita then. We came from Sunnydale, you heard about it?”

I nodded my head. That place had been the news three days ago. The whole town had mysteriously blown up. Speculation was running wild as to what had happened to that city. Animators Inc. was on 24 hour call with the FBI in case they found any bodies that could be raised and account for what the hell had happened to the town. Taking a calming sip of my coffee I tried to not look too interested. Solving the mystery of what happened to Sunnydale without having to raise a zombie that was missing half or most of its body was always a bright point for me. I hated raising murder victims or anyone that had died unexpectedly in a violent way.

Seeing the spark comeback into the zombie’s eyes as I reanimated them, the then reanimated remembering just exactly what had happened to them, combined with what it felt like to die, and the realization at the end of their interview I was going to let them die again. Well, that was just sad. I hated doing it and so did all of the Animators that worked here. Fine line in abuse whether you are living or dead.

“We were there they day the town blew. All of our friends are dead. Giles, B’s Watcher was trying to contain it along with Willow, Tara, Anya and Xander. Giles had called my old Watcher Wesley in from LA to help. Apparently, Giles knew this big nasty spell he was about to do would kill some or all of us and he decided in that oh so annoying English way of his that he could manipulate shit to his way of liking.” Faith paused and took a sip of her cooling coffee. “What he did, I think he did for Bufsincsince she’s already been dead once and because the Council was destroyed there would be no one to train the next incarnation of the Slayer. Me he could give two fucks about,” She added with a saucy smile.

Did she just say one? I opened my mental shields and felt with my necromancy skills. She did not feel like a zombie or any sort of undead. Maybe she was a born again fanatic.

“Anyways, All hell starts to break loose as the Hellmouth starts to open and B and I are trying to figure out were we should be when the big bads start to come through the gate while in the other room, the rest of the gang is doing the whole magic thing inside this pentagram Giles had painted on the floor in the training rooms when, when…” she broke off and looked searchingly at Buffy.

“Wes came in behind us somehow with out our hearing it.” Faith rubbed her arm as if easing an old ache. “ I’m not even sure how he did it. I mean, how do you sneak up on a Slayer?”

She was not even looking at me as she continued the story, Faith had the classic 1000-yard stare and was repeating the story and reliving the horror I think. Freaky, reminme ome of zombies when they testify for murder trials. Looking like they can see everything playing over and over in a spot somewhere over your shoulder. I hate that.

“So, we sort of wake up. Town was all poof, fire raging around us, Wesley standing over us muttering away for all he is worth, us laid curved out on a Yin and Yang symbol with each of his feet on each side of the little inner circles of the symbol.”

“The clothes, you forgot about the clothes”, a raspy voice murmured from under the waterfall of golden hair.

Faith blinked and seemed more focused in the now. “Yeah, Wes left us in our birthday suits. I don’t know about B, but I don’t remember much about the before or the after until I truly woke up. Wes, was half collapsed on top of us and Sunnydale was pretty much the waste land you heard about. We did not have much money between us and Wes was still unconscious. B and I found a car on the edge of town and dragged sleeping beauty to it. We searched everywhere for anyone we knew, dead or alive. We never found them. So we got the hell out of Dodge.”

Faith paused again to take a drink.

Red-rimmed eyes peeked from under the mass of fair-haired desolation and Faith continued the story seemingly oblivious to how miserable her blond companion was. Maybe Buffy (insert mental shudder) was like this all the time.

“Buffy and I drove to LA. We figured we could get help from Angel. Long story. He took one look at the lot of us and screamed to get out.” Faith said with a sigh, “I thought he and Wes were all, you know friends and coworkers. Not to mention that B here used to be his main squeeze and all.”

Insert sympathetic Anita here. “Sounds like this Angel was not very understanding.”

“Yeah,” snorted Faith,gel gel was a royal prick.”

“So anyways, Wes is all wake up and not smell the coffee. We get him to eat a little and then he all passes out. Which, if you think about it is pretty rude and all, I mean, we have no idea what kind of weird magic mojo thing he’s done, why he did it or even why we aren’t wearing clothes…” Faiths voice trails off to uncomfortable silence.

There is nothing like airing your dirty laundry in front of strangers to make you feel awkward.

I leaned back in my seat, steepling my fingers under my chin. “I ask again ladies why should Animators Inc. hire you? If you cannot raise the dead, Slayer or not, I cannot see a reason to recommend hiring you?”

Arching an eyebrow for effect I continued. “You are both apparently fugitives at this point and I can imagine there are several government agencies that would love to talk to you. So, I ask you again. Why Animators Inc.?”

I was smirking. I knew I was. They may not be here as bounty hunters but I sure as hell was not taking on any more projects. I was human servant to the master of the city, an animator, the Nimir-Ra to the cities wereleopards, the temporary Bolverk to the werewolves and somehow the leader of the shape shifter coalition. Yep, busy girl, no time for other projects. Sorry girls.

I absentmindedly checked the clock on the wall. Fuck. An hour and a half. One whole hour and 30 fucking minutes, I was late for my first raising. I leaned forward and pushed the intercom for Jamis’s desk. “Jamis, my dear…” was all I got out. “All tonight’s appointments rescheduled or redistributed, honey!” Came the cheerful voice through the speaker. I felt my shoulders relax. The man was a wonder. A little shit that did not ask and just did, but still a wonder. “Uh, thank you.” And released the speaker button. I despise feeling or looking stupid. I was getting pissed.

Buffy’s movement caught my attention. She was unfolding a piece of paper. I watched with interest as she studied it and then handed it over.

Buffy:

If you are reading this, then I can onssumssume that the spell worked and that Wesley was forced to provide for your safety. Please know that for all of my years with you I wish I could have only done more or been there for you when you needed me the most. I can only hope that some of the others have survived, but with the nature of the spell, well, if I am gone, they are more than likely as well and for that I shall ad on to my mounting regrets.

As my last piece of counsel, I can only help you to find a home. A word of caution, do not go to LA and try to get help from Angel. He will not be receptive and will likely be of a violent if not inhospitable demeanor.
Go to Animator’s Inc in St. Louis. Talk to Anita Blake, if she is not available hang around and demand to talk to her or schedule an appointment until you can see her.
She is a royal pain in the ass from what I understand but fair if not just.
When you do get in to see her, tell her what has happened and see if you can get a job with the company. If she is unreceptive to the idea, tell her that Edward is calling in a favor for Ripper. She should understand that.

Warmest regards.
Rupert Giles

I knew Buffy and Faith were watching me and saw my confusion and then my rage. I crumpled the paper and stood, tossing it back to Buffy.

Edward. Ripper. Sounded like a story to me. Considering that Edward was one of the best bounty hunters in the world was an understatement. The undead and the terminally furry were terrified of him. Edward was one of the few people that I knew that did not cry or whine about his humanity and Edward never complained about my fast growing body count. His was much bigger. And he never asked for favors unless it was really serious. Why did these two rate as worthy of a favor? Who was Ripper and why had Edward never mentioned him? I thought I had met all of Edwards crazy as bat-shit bounty hunter friends.
I needed a few answers. I picked up my cell, turned my back to the girls and punched in a number. A generic woman’s voice came on the line asking me to leave a message. Taking a deep calming breath, I started to speak.

“Edward, I am being pulled in on a favor in your name. I need some info stat.” I pushed the little red button that would end the call and turned around to look at the girls more closely.

Faith sat with casual negligence; slouched so far down in the seat she had to be uncomfortable while Buffy sat forward on the edge of her seat with big expecting eyes.

Mother Fucking Son of a Bitch.
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