AN: Regarding Theresa Klusmeyer, that in canon died, because she was chased of by Oz-werewolf and then killed by Angelus, she was held up in class and then Elle drove her home.
James Birdsong - Thank you.
Mari - Yes Buffy had that PJ in collage, Gosick is manga/anime with if you like Sherlock Holmes you'll like Gosick.
***Buffy's Room – Next day***
Buffy woke for a second time in her new room or, more accurately, rooms – she had three: a bedroom with a balcony, then a spacious living room containing bookshelves, a gramophone – the plush sofas, settees, a writing desk with commode – all the furniture was Victorian style. At the corner of the living room was a small kitchenette, where there were teacups, coffee cups, and small dessert plates on the boards protected by glass, along with boxes of tea leaves, a box of different flavored coffees, and there was also a small refrigerator, where cakes and soft drinks were located. Anything that could be served to visitors who called on her.
The third room was a large bathroom, again all done in a Victorian style... a grand room containing a large marble slipper bathtub the size of normal sized person, with a silver shower, and then enclosed and hidden from sight was a toilet. On the opposite side there was a large mirror suspended over a vanity table with a chair. The closet was full of fluffy towels and fluffy bathrobes, not to mention lotions, soaps and shampoos, and boxes of toothpaste.
Above, there were two baroque chandeliers hanging, giving off much light when night fell and when the huge window would be useless.
Anyway, the second morning was a bit better off than the first; she however decided to take a bit of time to think things through for a bit, which for some reason was in the form of a list. Offhand she hoped that Xander would not be too obnoxious about the strange similarity between Sherlock Holmes and her new mannerisms. Or at least he'd be too preoccupied with his own changes to make many wisecracks.
Yesterday she came home to see Ethan Rayne, of all people, having tea with her mother. The snort that escaped her made an ash silver wolf cub look up and then jump on her bed. The wolf had the exact same colored eyes that she did.
"Hello girl," Buffy greeted her wolf, "Mr. Rayne said that your name is Halona," which meant good fortune. Granted, Ethan thought Halona was a boy wolf-y, but Buffy discovered that the pup was actually female and not male.
On the other hand, it was frustrating being polite to the chaos mage, but her new 'Gifts' sort of derailed that death sentence that being chosen as the Slayer came with in tiny print, that she managed to ignore less and less.
Buffy decided that when she stood in her living room entrance that she at least owed Ethan Rayne a little bit of slack.
Just a bit, so she was polite to the guy, something that came surprisingly easy to her; she chalked this oddity in with the rest of the changes, like Snyder being nice to her. Now, that, nearly gave her a heart attack – never mind the fortune that was in her name at the bank. Snyder being nice was far odder.
A sudden realization struck her, so suddenly that she bolted from her bed and ran, in her muslin and lace nightgown, to her personal phone and dialed Willow's number.
"Willow!" Buffy greeted when her friend answered the phone, "can you, when you have time, check everyone's backgrounds in the Mayor's office, as far back as you can?"
"Certainly but, why do I have to?" Willow asked and then added "You are home; right, and you will wait for somebody to pick you up, yes."
It was not a question; it was a statement, and she swallowed down the annoyance that chafed her at her weakness.
"Yes, Oz is picking me up, and then we are going straight to school," then she answered the question Willow asked.
"The thought struck me. There is a lot of denial going on, but even in LA with the same type of denial of the supernatural, there were police investigating, while here when kids die or eat a school principal, there is only short article in school newspaper, but no mention of police. There should be a lot more attention from the police or the Mayor office; Mayor Wilkins should have done more."
"You're right," Willow muttered, and Buffy could hear the clicking of the keyboard. Willow was on her computer, typing away. "As a politician, he should have done more, and the entire thing feels like a setup … why didn't we see this before?! It's so obvious."
Buffy nodded, even though she knew that Willow could not see her. "I'm sending Ethan Rayne a fruit basket with a little thank you note."
"Don't tell Giles that," came Willow's amused voice over the line, then the former redhead uttered a curse word that made Buffy raise her eyebrows.
"I found some pictures, and I'm printing the relevant facts. I think the Mayor is a demon; I'm seeing a picture of him taken in 1899. He was the mayor that founded Sunnydale."
"Hey, Willow, I have a question: could we use that spirit board and my link to the Slayer line to see if there are any Slayers in the vicinity?"
"In theory we could, but I need to consult with Giles. He might have information in the books."
"Phone Miss Calendar as well, she will intercede if Giles will be averse to using magic."
"Oh, yes, he is skittish with that, kinda like a cured …" Willow trailed off and then, "oh, that's so not a nice thought."
Buffy could see what Willow was thinking, the comparison Willow was about to make between a cured drug user, or a better analogy, an alcohol addict, and how Giles reacted to magic.
"No, it's not," Buffy hummed, "but it explains much."
There was a soft exclamation on the other side of the phone line.
"There is a picture of the mayor's wedding day in 1903," Willow said over the phone, "He was called Bill Wilkins, son of William Wilkins, who was the son of one Mayor B.T. Wilkins – the same guy by the way, … apparently the Mayor has been the Mayor of Sunnydale for a long time, with only a couple of breaks where he didn't run for office."
Well that settled it, didn't it? The Mayor was as old as this town – it was also highly probable that... "Willow," Buffy had said, "is it possible that he was the one who founded the town?"
A beat of silence, then, "Perhaps, yes, it is a high possibility. I'll have to do more research ..." Willow trailed off as she typed something.
"Cover for it as some sort of history assignment," Buffy suggested then frowned, remembering that older information was probably in an archive somewhere and not on the internet, so either papers or microfilms.
"You'll probably have to find old newspapers, and perhaps that is something Giles could help with. The Hellmouth is probably the reason why this town was built in the first place." It was too big to be a mere coincidence.
Willow hummed in thought and then, "Yes, some things are probably located in the old archive at the Townhall," she agreed.
"Don't go alone, please," Buffy cautioned her friend. After all, she was in no position to physically help out thanks to her body's inability to deal with physical pain anymore.
"I'll go with her." There was a new voice behind her, and the only reason why she did not throw the phone in his face was, because he dodged, actually he just disappeared and reappeared - and the phone hit a wall and a picture of a French landscape. Which fell down and the glass shattered.
"Geez, Oz, you almost gave me a heart attack!" Buffy frowned, "wait didn't you go home? How did you get in and behind me?" Then she noticed a furry small dog in his hands. It had black fur on its face, the rest of its body was cream colored, and was very fluffy and cute, like a bonbon.
Oz looked a bit sheepish, "There is a bit of a story for all those questions."
"Haaloo," it was Willow's voice and she sounded frantic, "Buffy, are you there!? What's going on? Buffy!"
Buffy went to the phone and picked it up.
"What happened?!" Willow demanded, "Are you all right? Are you hurt? What's going on?" were her rapidly fired questions.
Oh boy, well Buffy would just have to answer in order. "Oz happened. I'm fine. No. I'm about to find out."
"Oh OK, I'll hang up now. Call me as soon as Oz leaves, all right?" With that, Buffy put the phone back in the proper place.
"So what happened?"
"Long story," Oz replied deadpan.
Buffy rolled her eyes. "Then make it shorter."
"I can give the cliff notes."
"Just shortened is fine and make it simple."
"A bit, yes."
Oz nodded, "All right, after I left from here, I joined with Cordelia and Xander on their patrol. Xander has a familiar by the way; you will probably meet him tomorrow as I think Xander'll bring him to school."
Now all of them had … no wait, "Do you have something – a familiar?"
"Yes, but I'll introduce you to my summons later."
Summons? As in plural? Interesting, Buffy thought. "What can you summon?"
"A chameleon. I already met a few; one of them likes me very much; it said that I reminded him of his last summoner. "
"Chameleon?" Buffy asked. After a pause Oz continued.
"Yes, some are as big as a museum."
All right, that answered one question and created an interesting comparison. Cordelia's Adsila could speak but was native to this dimension, changing to what she thought was the same magic as Cordelia and Willow's Aleshanee was just a normal, albeit slightly more intelligent, dog. Then there was Buffy's she-wolf, who with her fur color and eyes and intelligence was definitely not native to this dimension, but Halona did not speak. Yet Oz's summons not only spoke but had memories of other places.
"Regardless," Oz continued, "when I joined in patrol, and just as we completed our round at the Restfield cemetery, this little one bolted through the bushes followed by Drusilla."
Oz lifted the puppy up – it was young, Buffy could see, however it was one of the small breeds, specifically either a Havanese, Lhasa Apso, Shih Tzu, or Lowchen, or a mix of either of those, by the looks of the dog.
"This is Miss Mittens," saying that, Oz put the little dog on her lap, and she secured the little fur ball. The silver gray she-wolf cub nosed at the soft balled curled in her lap, who yipped and then nosed Halona right back.
"Drusilla called her Miss Sunshine, but I think that Miss Mittens LaFluff of Fluffy is better. So what do you think?"
"I think you've lost your naming privileges," Buffy muttered under her breath, drawing a 'What?' from Oz. Buffy shook her head.
"Nothing, I just think that it's too long of a name for a simple puppy to remember … how about Mitty?"
"Mm," Oz nodded as the dog licked her face. And when Buffy lowered Mitty to the floor, the newly named Mitty joined the gray wolf. "Mitty it is," he agreed, "and that was pretty much it. We concluded the patrol, and I went home, with Mitty, then I got a call from Xander – he was panicking again, this time about dragons waking up from statues."
Oz paused there for a bit, "I was worried and so I wanted to get there as fast as I could and then I was standing before the door to Xander's room."
"What? How did you?"
"At the time I hadn't cared; I just entered his room, and he was still on the phone, yelling about where was I?" Oz's mouth twitched into an amused grin, he even chuckled … Buffy never saw Oz do either before.
"He squeaked like a baby toy when I made a sound, and then another voice started to laugh ..."
"Xander's familiar?" Buffy guessed.
"A little Chinese red dragon, he is not much taller than Mitty if he stands on his hind legs. His name is Mushu and he was living – sleeping for century or two as a brass statue. Xander was using him as a paperweight when he used his new powers and Mushu awoke."
"So he is native." It was not a question.
But Oz nodded anyway, and then he actually snickered. "I think Mushu and Xander will get along just fine; they both started to complain about my lack of reaction to Mushu's presence." Then he grew serious, "as of my new ability to teleport..." He walked toward her dresser, picking up a ornate silver hand mirror, and brought it to Buffy. "Here, look at the reflection, right above your left shoulder blade."
Buffy did as he asked of her and maneuvered the mirror so that she could see the skin on her shoulder, and there were tiny writings of some sort of characters; she narrowed her eyes at the reflection.
"This is some sort of formula," she muttered, "and while I can read Kanji, this, I have no idea what it's supposed to mean." She put the hand mirror away.
"I figured," Oz started to say when she looked at him, "that I unknowingly put that on you when I simultaneously taped you on the shoulder while thinking of a way to get to you fast if there was danger." Then he paused to collect his thoughts. "As for the meaning, I think it's a homing beacon; there is one that's subtly different on Xander's doorframe."
"So, that's how you can distinguish between the different destinations. How do you do that?"
"You know, I don't have a clue yet."
***Same day -Elle Greenaway House***
She slowly dressed in her black slacks and white button shirt, thinking of things in the past – and the choices she had made, and contrary to what Hotch believed, at the time she left the BAU was not just because she did not feel safe … or just that she had no faith in her team to protect her or just because she lost it and shot a man.
It was all of that and more; besides, when she flatlined after Fisher King shot her, and she met her dad, and she actually talked with her deceased father. Talk about a near death experience.
When she woke in the hospital after her surgery, she was disoriented. She could practically taste various emotions and sensations in the air: pain, fear, terror, joy, happiness, and elation; also there was a heavy cloud that made her feel sleepy and feel a wet kind of loneliness and ... Those were not her own sensations, she soon found out. While she was gone, she had developed some sort of sense, or an empathy, which contributed to her marching outside and confront that serial rapist. She could almost taste what he wanted. So she reacted and confronted him, but with that rush to stop him – to stop that dark, heavy, looming force – she ruined the case.
She corrected her rash action the only way she knew how to. She stopped William Lee from raping any more women, permanently. Soon after that she could no longer cope with her ability – so she left the BAU and FBI.
The rest was, as they say, history.
By Elle taking this teaching position, it was a way to give herself time to heal and control that strange ability; it however proved to be an invaluable help with teaching and helping her students.
She had a couple promising students: Jonathan Levinson, he was a shy teen who was proficient with computers and some Latin, and then there was Theresa Klusmeyer. Elle met the young teen on the day she started to teach and drove her home – Elle had no intention of letting the quickly anxious teenager walk home at night when there was some sort of wild animal running around though there were no more victims of attack since that night. Elle supposed that park rangers took care of it.
Next was Holly Charles, an intelligent young lady – who somewhat reminded Elle of Jason Gideon, if he was a female teen, and then there were two other students that reminded Elle of her team – Buffyanne Summers reminded her of a love child between JJ and Reid, while Willow Danielle Rosenberg reminded her of a strange, and frankly unsettling, combination of Hotch and Penelope. Lastly there was Blayne Moll, while he had some talent, he had a habbit of bragging and sometimes threatened his clasmates by using his father who was some sort of hotshot lawyer in LA.
They were gems that were a pleasure to teach; others were just average and bad, but she had no intention of giving up on them. Elle was here to teach them, and teach them she would.
"... after a certain incident with that event I became a vegan. Mi color favorito es amarillo y después de cierto incidente con ese evento me convertí en vegano."
Poor Heidi, Buffy thought as she watched her classmate, Heidi only just returned from the hospital, being one of the students who was possessed by hyenas at the trip to the zoo.
Heidi also seemed to avoid anyone that was present at the incident, including Lance Lincoln, who was not possessed at all, and Xander. Not that Buffy saw any of the others, the rumor was that Kyle was still in the hospital, Tor Hauer and his family moved to Florida, and as for Rhonda Kelly – she was around and a bit of a better person since Buffy saw her defend Jonathan Levinson from some jocks that were bullying him. She also seemed to give her odd looks … perhaps Buffy should speak with her; it was not like she didn't have time. It might also be good to open more eyes to the evil that goes bump in Sunnydale.
Speaking of animals, it was interesting, Buffy thought, that Professor Greenaway reminded her of a well fed, sleepy cat. Lidded brown eyes gave Miss Greenaway a sleepy look, dark and long hair surrounding her cat like face …
"Señorita Summers?" said teacher called her; they were doing first English and then Spanish introductions.
Buffy stood up, like so many students before her, and delivered an introduction, like her predecessor Heidi Barrie did.
"I'm Buffy Summers; I live at Revello Drive," she deliberately omitted the house number, no need to give an easier way to find her, "my favorite colors are blue and green, and my favorite food is pancakes. I'm wearing a blue and white dress, with a blue blouse, and a navy blue jacket. I have an ash gray dog named Halona and a small cream colored lapdog named Mitty."
Even if it was, in actuality, a type of a wolf that was not native to this dimension and the other dog was a foundling that escaped, according to Oz, from Drusilla who had called the dog Miss Sunshine. Smart dog.
"Soy Buffy Summers; vivo en Revello Drive. Mis colores favoritos son azul y verde y mi comida favorita es los panqueques. Llevo un vestido azul y blanco, con una blusa azul, y una chaqueta azul marino. Tengo un perro gris ceniza llamado Halona y un perro de color crema pequeño llamado Mitty."
***Airspace, somewhere above California***
The BAU team was in the air. Emily Prentiss and Unit Chief Aaron Hotchner were going over the files with Special Agents Dave Rossi and Jennifer JJ Jareau. Dr. Reid was sitting and going through Sunnydale newspapers
"What is it, Spence?" JJ asked when she saw Dr Reid flip the newspapers, his eyes going up, down, and sideways as he read the articles with lightning speed.
"It makes no sense," Dr. Spencer Reid muttered as he went through the newspaper articles. "There is too many deaths for such a small town. It has the same number of fatalities as LA or New York or Chicago. Mostly teens – look, there are almost daily obituary reports in the School newspaper."
"Kid. That is impossible." Derek Morgan up looked from his seat.
"Au contraire my chocolate..." the voice of computer analyst Penelope Garcia sounded through the plane, drawing attention from the other agents
"What do you have for us, Hot Mama?" Derek asked.
"Lots of freaky with a side helping of weird," Garcia replied, "you know that there are lots of deaths right, well there are also some weird 'accidents,'" she air quoted, "lots of people die via a grill fork or from a dog attack."
Hotch looked from his files, "Garcia, look more closely at the faculty of Sunnydale High, see if there are any priors.
"Just a second, Crime Fighters, I will crack this baby like an egg."
Something pinked and then Garcia made a happy squeaky sound … "Oh OH!"
"What is it?"
"She's here, as part of the faculty."
"Elle!" Garcia exclaimed, "She applied for a Spanish language teacher job at Sunnydale High."