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Chapter 11
Strange Fire
“What if, someone once told me ‘What if’ were the two most important words in the English Language.” Martha Reeves said to Pam Nichols sitting on the other side of her desk.
“Pam, I take it the case in Denver is wrapped up as much as possible?”
“Yes. The local's have a cover story. The live demon's that were captured were sent to either the reeducation camp at Juneau or the experimental station in Haiti. Dr. Rosenberg still has a couple of autopsies to complete but the bodies were shipped back here. Simon's team is staying another week to do the last of the mop up.”
“Excellent, when can I expect the completed report.”
“End of the week if nothing else comes up.”
“Actually there is another matter that has come up, it's why I left 3 days before the rest of the team.”
“I thought you just got tired of listening to Willow on the phone with her friends.”
“That too” Martha stated before going on. “Although the time I spent observing Dr. Rosenburg wasn't entirely wasted. She makes an interesting profile.”
“Do you go around and profile every one? Have you ever thought about taking up a hobby?” Pam asked sarcastically.
“Back to the other matter. I need you to bring Dr. Rosenburg and Ms. Summers to this address at exactly 7 PM tonight. I will meet you in the lobby. The three of you need to come alone. No vampire friends lurking in the shadows. It is very important. Do you understand Dr. Nichols?”
“No I don't understand Martha, I'm CIA, your FBI. I thought I did the cloak and dagger stuff and you kept it honest.”
“I am trying to ‘keep it honest,’ Pam. You have known me for more then ten years. You know I don't play games. So understand it or not, your job is the get the Slayer and witch to that address tonight alone. DO YOU UNDERSTAND!”
“No but I will do it, and you had damn well better explain what is going on later.” Pam angrily said.
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After spending two weeks in Denver chasing two demon groups in a turf war, Willow was happy to be home. She was happy to be back with Buffy. Willow was not happy about the fishing equipment strung around the kitchen. Buffy missed Willow too and to pass the time she began teaching Xand, Jr. how to fish. This led to her taking out all her stored rods and lines, to find something for Xand, Xander, Amy and Faith to fish with. From there it led to Buffy cleaning and organizing all her equipment and then she began to make fly's. Which some how led to her combining fishing tools and slaying.
“Only Buffy would invent a Demon baiting system with a fishing pole.” It wasn't really successful but it wasn't boring either. Willow just shook her head at the mess.
“Come on Willow it's not that bad and some good came from it.”
“What good?” Willow asked skeptically.
“Well Faith got so bored from fishing and watching me tie bait that she let Michael put her in the hospital to straighten out her meds.” Buffy replied happily. Then the Slayer frowned and added “I guess being boring my not be a good thing huh?”
“Like you could be boring!” Willow laughed and hugged her lover. “Then again boring is good when Faith is involved. No, I am glad you got her in the hospital. So tell me about the fish that got away.”
“Oh yeah, Xand caught his first fish. It was a lot of fun. Amy hated it. But it was a lot of fun.”
Willow kissed Buffy's neck and began to pull her to the bedroom. It was a matter of minutes before both lovers were devoid of clothes and on the bed entangled in each other’s arms. There passion ruled them as they matched the others timing. Hands slide inside there other half while their tongues battled in their mouths. The lover’s hands slid in time, in and out of the wet folds of the other. Moans were lost inside the long passionate kiss. They clung tightly to each other not wanting the pleasure to end, as the last waves of lovemaking rolled through their bodies.
Afterwards they lay content in each others arms still holding the other tightly. Not speaking. Not needing to speak.
The phone rang.
“Damn,” Slayer and Witch said in unison. Willow picked the phone up and answered “Hello”
“Willow I am glad your there.”
“Oh Hello Pam!” Willow said trying to keep the frustration out of her voice. Buffy decided it was a good time to play with Willow's left breast. Pam began to go over a long list of questions concerning the Denver case. Willow, for her part bit her lower lip and answered each question with as few words as possible. Buffy continued to make Willow's job hard by taking the witch's breast into her mouth and combing her hand through the redheads’ pubic mound teasing her. Willow was having trouble controlling her breathing and her babble mode was kicking in. Pam was asking questions that required more then Yes or No answers and Willow in her effort to give quick answers was lost in babble and lengthy replies.
Buffy who was enjoying watching Willow struggle slid two fingers inside her lover. The slayer was rewarded with Willow bucking her hips and moaning softly.
“Willow are you ok?” Pam asked.
“Uh huh,” Willow said then added “I was just ....ah”
Buffy shouted for Pam to hear, “Exercising,” Then the Slayer increased her motion and added her tongue to the fray. Pam hearing the new moan coming from Willow frowned and said, “Do you to ever do anything else? Wait don’t answer.”
“Uh huh.” Willow said while biting her lip.
“Call me back as soon as you finish it's important and Willow don't spank her too hard, I am going to need her help tonight too.”
“Thanks” Willow slammed the phone down, renewed with thoughts of spanking Buffy for being oh so wonderfully wicked. And that was the last coherent thought Willow had when the first of two orgasms rushed through her. When Willow had recovered and stopped screaming in joy she looked down at Buffy. Buffy was watching the witch with an evil broad grin on her face.
“Buffy I can't believe you did that.”
“Oh and that was me screaming, ‘Oh God Buffy, Yes Yes’ there at the end.” Buffy said as she moved up to pull Willow into her arms.
“I did not! Infatically Not!”
“Yes”
“No”
Buffy crossed her arms and used her slayer stare with the arched eyebrow.
“Ok, I may have moaned a little.”
“A little, Willow, Please, You could have woke the dead. So what did Ms. Nice Spy lady want?”
Willow went blank with the question. Rolling her eyes in an effort to remember.
“You don't remember do you?” Buffy laughed.
“Hum, I remember Pam telling me not to spank you too hard for interrupting my phone call.”
“No way, she wouldn't.”
“Would and did!”
“What the hell were you two talking about anyway.”
“You were in the room at the time if I remember correctly,” Willow said as she pushed away from Buffy and off the bed.
Buffy rolled over on her stomach and elbows before saying, “I was kind of busy at the time, besides who could hear anything with all that moaning.”
“You are so punished, Summers.”
“Promises, promises, now what do you have in mind?”
Willow was making a show of digging around the closet and through their toys. Then she headed out of the bedroom. Stopping at the door she leaned back in the room and said to Buffy. “Don't even think about moving.” Buffy flopped over on her back with a very evil grin daring Willow into action. Willow just smiled back and left the room. Buffy was surprised when Willow returned with a piano bench from the basement. Buffy moved to the end of the bed to watch Willow work. Using cord and scarves the witch tied them to the bench. Then Willow pulled a pillow off the bed. Wordlessly Willow guided Buffy to the bench. Soon she had the Slayer tied lengthwise on the bench with a pillow under her hips raising the blonde's ass up higher in the air. Since Buffy's head hung off the end and her arms and legs were tied to the bench tightly she had little room to move. Buffy knew she could have broken out of the bonds with a simple finch, but this was a game not real torture. And Buffy looked forward to the game.
“Comfortable?” Willow asked with an evil tone.
“No”
“Good.”
Willow sat down in the floor in front of Buffy's face. The redhead began flipping a coin in the air.
“What to do, what to do.”
“I am going to enjoy this right” Buffy asked trying not to break down in a fit of laughter.
“Ok I'm going to flip this coin. Heads, we have more sex first and then I spank you. Tails, I spank you first and then we have sex.”
“You feeling ok, honey?” Buffy said beginning to laugh uncontrollably.
Willow tossed the quarter in the air and it landed right below Buffy's head.
“It's head's I guess this means you have to untie me,” Buffy stated still laughing.
“I think not.” Willow said with a mischievous look before she moved out of the Slayer's limited view.
“Will, how are going to have sex with me tied up like a turkey.” Buffy really was puzzled. She didn't see how it would be possible. Her head was too low to reach Willow and she was tied on her stomach flat across the bench. Well there was the pillow, which Buffy wondered about. Buffy tried to shift around without pulling on her bonds hard enough to break them. Tied as she was on the bench she couldn't see Willow at all. Then she felt Willow behind her. The witch was stroking her bottom. Buffy figured she had decided on the spanking first. Then she felt a finger worm it's way inside, coating the passage. Buffy jumped in surprise. Then she relaxed and let Willow abuse her.
Buffy felt Willow standing over her and speeding her checks. Then she felt the head of a strap on against the passage. Willow pushed into the Slayer and was rewarded with Buffy's sigh of pleasure. Willow attained a quick hard pace and the Slayer was surprised how turned on it made her. Buffy could feel the moisture gathering on the pillowcase. Willow had used the pillow to raise Buffy to the right position while at the same time removing any real contact with her clitoris. The realization only served to build Buffy's pleasure. Buffy was becoming more vocal as the pressure between her legs begged for release. Willow was matching Buffy's sound effects with her own. Buffy was excited while becoming frustrated at not being able to push back against the witch's thrust and the lack of pleasure on her clitoris. Willow gave one final push grinding her clit at the base of the dildo and came. The sound of disappointment from Buffy when Willow pulled out of her was deafening. “Willow don't leave me like this.” The Slayer cried and wiggled to try and get pressure on her clit.
“Hush or I'll leave you like that all night.” Willow threatened.
Willow then took off the harness wondering if other couples had it this good. She then picked up Buffy's favorite paddle and moved behind the frustrated Slayer. “So how many Buffy?”
Buffy still on the edge and focused on her crotch didn't understand at first. “Huh?”
Willow slapped the Slayer hard across the bottom. “How many?” Willow's dominatrix surfacing in control.
“Ah twenty” Buffy whispered then added, “we'll get to have sex after this right?”
“You mean you'll get to have sex afterwards” Willow said and then kissed Buffy's bottom.
“Uh huh” Buffy answered as she continued to wiggle against her bonds to get more pressure on her clit.
“You really are in a bad way aren't you.” Willow said running her hand lightly over the Slayer's back.
“Twenty and hurry, please.” Buffy whined and wiggled.
“Count and say thank you.” Willow said with a swing hitting Buffy across the center of her ass.
“One and Thank you,” Buffy said with joy. Willow had a good arm and was learning all kinds of tricks with Buffy. When Buffy finally said “Twenty-Five and Thank you.” Her bottom actually stung. Willow could have added a few more, which was one of their unwritten laws, to always add a few more to the agreed upon number, but she could see Buffy was still wiggling in search of relief. The witch threw the paddle across the room and started to untie Buffy. The Slayer couldn't wait and the bonds exploded from the bench.
“I guess you really are in a hurry,” Willow said lying on the floor where she dove for cover.
“Sorry,” Buffy said sheepishly.
Willow just held out her hand and waited for Buffy to pull her up. In less then a minute Willow was face deep in a very happy Slayer.
“Your saying Faith was in England.”
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The women had slept a little and then cleaned up and dressed. In the middle of dinner they heard the doorbell. Willow went to answer it while Buffy started on seconds.
“Oh Pam, I didn't expect you, come in.”
“Yes well since you forgot to return my call and I needed to speak to both of you anyway I thought I would just come over I hope that's ok?”
“Sorry, phone call, I forgot, but your welcome anytime. Please come in, have you eaten. We should have some spaghetti left if Buffy hasn't eaten it all. Please come into the kitchen.” Willow was always nervous around Pam, though she really liked her. From Pam's body language Willow knew this was a business call.
Buffy looked up from a mound of spaghetti and said, “Oh it's the nice spy lady, want some spaghetti I made plenty.”
“Maybe, Willow, Martha Reeves wants us to meet her at this address at 7 tonight.”
“A new case?” Willow asked.
“I don't think so, she wants Buffy there as well and I know the agency wants Buffy out of all official cases. Especially FBI cases.”
“So what's it about?” Buffy asked before Willow could.
“I wish I knew. I've known Martha a long time. She is a pain in the ass. She plays by the rules and doesn't like breaking them. That's why she is over Project Raven. That’s an accomplishment because she's not in the agency. Strictly FBI by her choice. Martha is one of the world's best profilers. She isn't just an administrator. Whatever this is, well cloak and dagger is not Martha's thing.”
“Can I see the address?” Willow asked and then went to get her portable computer to check the address. Then Willow double checked the address and asked. “Pam are you sure of the address?”
“Oh yeah, that's what's got me puzzled too” Pam replied
“Why? Where is it?” Buffy asked
“It's a museum, the one with the holocaust memorial.”
Chapter 12
Changing Perspective
When the three women arrived at the museum Buffy stopped as she looked at the building. It made her head hurt. It was a building from one of her stupid nightmares. The ones that sometimes came true. The stone columns on the front had turned into chess pieces. Some one was placing chess using a globe as the board. Images from the dream bombarded the Slayer with pain. And not the good kind of pain when Willow spanked her. No this was the bad kind of pain were people died and there was lots of blood and suffering.
“Buffy are you ok?” Willow asked as she studied her lover.
“Fine Will, just having Xander mummy girl date flashbacks,” she lied.
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Seven o'clock sharp the four women entered the small museum as it was closing. The attendant handed Martha the keys to lock up and left them alone in the museum. Martha locked the door and turned to the women. “Ladies it's going to be a long night and most of it at first isn't going to make a lot of sense. Still I need you all to just humor me for the evening.” Martha's tone was grave. She turned and walked down the hall to a back area that had computer banks set up for people to do research.
“Martha this system is open to the public and the same information can be accessed from dozens of sites around the world. There is nothing for me to hack here” Willow said.
“No hacking tonight Willow, just listening” Martha said as she sat at one of the computers and began typing.”
“This museum and dozens like it were set up all over the world in 2004. They house most of the Nazi's know records as well as dairies from all sides. Most of the information has been scanned into computer form. All the information is available on the net as you said.” Martha paused and finished pulling up the page she wanted on the computer. “These computers are mostly used by people doing genealogy on their families. The information was gathered at first to help survivors find lost family members they were separated from during the war, in the camps. Only now more then 50 years later there are few survivors left. Time has passed. So the records are used for genealogy.”
Martha pointed to a picture on the scene. “Look this is my grandmother. She was at Dachau. Lucky to have survived really. Most of her family didn't. They died during Low-Temperature Medical Experiments. My grandmother feared the cold until the day she died. Reeves is my husband's name. My maiden name was Duonivich. Martha raised and moved away from the computer.
“Just keep listening and follow me.” Martha led them over to a giant card catalog. “This is a microfiche file. Just about every Nazi document pertaining to the war was placed on microfiche between 1980 and 1999. It's all stored here in an antiquated system. Everything from death camp experiments to laundry list.” Martha signaled for the women to follow her into the heart of the museum.
“When I was a child, our Rabbi would pass pictures like these around the temple so we would never forget what happened. Probably why I'm a cop today. Those pictures” Martha stopped and pointed to grizzly photo on the wall.
“These pictures, look at them. This is not the work of demons or even monsters. No this is man.”
“Each area of this museum represents a different camp, Belzec, Bergen-Belsen, Norhausen, Mauthausen, Bucherwald. Some of the camps have there own wings because too much needs to be said, remembered about the evil done in them. This is Dachau.” Martha pointed to the sign over a wing of the museum.
“But it's not were we are going.” Martha walked into another wing off from the center.
“Here is what we have come to see tonight, Auschwitz. Dr. Rosenberg did you know your great grandmother was at Auschwitz? Your fathers grandmother.”
Willow answered the serious woman slowly, “Yes, my grandmother told me the stories, her mother told her, but I never met her. She died when my grandmother was little.”
“This does have a point right.” Buffy said, the Slayer inside her was revolted. Slayer's protected the innocent and she could do nothing for the people in these photos. Innocent people.
“Just keep listening Ms. Summers.” Martha said before moving on. “Did you know Auschwitz was a major research center during the war. Clauberg did experiment on sterilization. Some of his methods are still studied by black market bio-chemical weapon makers.”
“Mendel…” Martha stopped and pointed at his picture, “Mendel did twin studies and genetics. Sick part is some of his work has actual saved lives in our time. But the man was a monster. I could go on forever about different projects the Nazi's worked on. It's all pretty sick stuff. History would have you believe the Nazi's were alone. Not so, the Japanese did the same or worse in there prison camps. America was not innocent either. We had camps too, we also did experiments. Tuskuhee ring a bell.”
Buffy was becoming agitated and it was showing. Words and visions rushing in her head. Past Slayer lives rebelling. Martha watched her carefully, reminding herself that this woman could literally tear her in two. “Let me get to my first few points before Ms. Summers loses any more patience. All you need remember from my lecture is that the Nazi's were involved in medical experiments in the camps. Now lets move on to second point. Experiments and camps are nothing new. Your association with the Initiative is well recorded Ms. Summers. And Dr. Rosenberg you helped us capture and send several minor demons to reeducation camps last week in Denver. It is important to remember Medical Experiments are still going on in the world. Whether in our demon camps, in prisons or Middle Eastern slave rings. They go on today as we speak.”
“Do you want me to bust up an experimental center?” Buffy asked hoping for action. Hoping to get out of this place. It was wigging her out.
“This is really hard for you isn't it Ms. Summers. Surprising really, considering your line of work. I would think a Slayer would face all kinds of evil.”
“She does, now please, my patience is wearing thin.” Willow said knowing a point was coming and she wasn't going to like it.
“Patience" Martha whispered. “We need more facts first. Dr. Rosenberg, you treat most of Ms. Summers wounds presently and before you took over this job, her step-father did the work correct?”
“How do you know I'm the Slayer?” Buffy interjected.
“Actually that is a good question. Before Dr. Rosenberg was forced on me, I didn't know what a slayer was. Most of Project Raven didn't and still don't know. The few, who have heard of you, think of you as a myth. A boogieman for demons. Which is odd considering you worked with the Initiative we replaced. The Initiative was a sister organization to Raven. Did you know Riley Finn worked at Raven? He was moved to Texas exactly three months before Dr. Rosenberg was arrested and replaced by Simon?”
Buffy and Willow just looked at each other.
"Let me get back to my fact finding mission. Willow I could go about this the round about way but I want to get to the point and your girlfriend may have a heart attack soon if a point isn't made in a hurry. You had to have, at some time, studied Buffy's body. Your too good a doctor not to.”
“Yes so?”
“So what makes a Slayer different?”
Willow just stared. Even if she knew she wasn't going to share.
“I know you love her, and you want to keep it a secret. I would guess even from her. But it's not a secret. They have her blood and DNA on file since she was 3 years old. Doctor visits, shots, normal things in a child’s life. All they needed was a little blood. The girl at your house, Faith Spencer, there are detailed records on her as well.”
“Who are they?” Willow asked.
Martha ignored the question. “These records are buried deep. You could never hack them off a computer. Most are kept the old fashion way. Hard copy files. I never trusted computers, so I always check paper records. I'm giving you a secret, Pam and her agency buddy's don't know or just forget. You can change computer records. That's easy. There are a lot of hackers in the world. But paper leaves a trial. A sign when it's been changed. The ink is wrong, the paper too new. And with our government, we keep everything in triplicate. There are always records out there if you look.” Martha continued moving back to the card catalog. “Then there are places like this. They warehouse the past and forget what exactly they have in there records Then as people pass on, well time covers a lot of tracks.”
Martha took a deep breath the commanded. “Willow tell her exact percentage difference there is in her DNA or I will.”
Willow said nothing and glared at Martha with daggers.
"Fine I'll do it, Ms Summers, when scientists compare the DNA of chimpanzee's to man they find a 2% difference in the DNA. When the government ran tests on your blood they found an 8% difference.”
“So what does that mean Will?” Buffy asked puzzled.
The room was silent. Pam was now glaring at Martha as well. “It means Buffy, you’re not human. Your something else” Pam said looking at the defiance in Willow’s eyes.
“All this drama to tell me I'm not like other people, news flash I got that information a long time ago,” Buffy said.
Pam continued to look at Martha, her thoughts were registering pieces of the conversation and she didn't like it. The light bulb went off in Pam's head, turning to the Slayer she said, “Buffy this isn't about you, it's about Willow. Isn’t that right Assistant Deputy Reeves.” Pam was using Martha's title to let her know how angry she was with the FBI agent.
“Pam's right, it has nothing to do with you Ms. Summers. I just need to point out possibilities. You are a product of some kind of divine intervention and genetic engineering. Your DNA is carried in plane old humans and somehow when it is needed a Slayer evolves. Evolution and God are the mine ingredients. It's a receive process. The fact that there are now at least 3 living Slayers just shows the evolution aspect of the gene. Well that and divine providence. In short no matter how much mankind experiments with Slayer genetics they can't wake up the doormat gene.”
"The Nazi's did some pretty extensive studies on Slayers during the war. In the end by the 1950's most of the super powers concluded that Slayer’s come when they come. There is no way of waking up Slayer genes. They can find potential Slayers by blood, there are more of them then you might think, but awaking the DNA in childhood can't be done. Not with science anyway,” Martha turned back to Willow and asked. “Dr. Rosenberg have you ever studied your own DNA?”
“Not really” Willow answered truthfully.
“I have a story to tell you. A true story. Adolph Hitler was obsessed with the occult. He had archaeologist all over the world looking for artifacts. Most of the archaeologist in fear that Hitler would send them to the camps began to make up histories or just made up artifacts. Anything to please the Furor.” Still, Hitler did manage to get some serious occult items. He also had scientist and historians studying the real facts, real magic. In all they study at the prison camps, there were whispers by the scientist of a nameless camp. It existed. It was the one where the Nazi's experimented with the occult, with demons. It was in this camp they brought a captured 15 year-old English Slayer, Ellen Jameson. The scientist impregnated her, tortured her. Removed her arms so she wouldn't fight back. She had four children, all boys. At the same time the Nazi's had another genetic experiment going on with blond hair, blue eyed members of the German race, At Liputen House. The first genetic experiments were done there. Controlled breeding.”
“Then toward the end of the war they began experimenting with the paranormal. Witches in short. Your great grand mother survived Auschwitz, because she was a witch. I don't mean your Fathers great grand mother either. My guess is you're a witch as well doctor. Her name was Rachel, Gypsy girl. She was taken to the nameless camp when she was 11. Became friends with the Slayer. The Slayer had been in the camp since 1936. They did a lot of experiments. Lots of breeding. When the war ended. The prison camps were liberated. But not the one your Great Grandmother was in. After the war England, France, Russia and the United States began fighting over the spoils of war. Rocket scientist being the number one thing on the list. Geneticists were number two, the people from the nameless camp came along with the doctors from there and Liputen House were tossed around form government to government. The experiments never stopped.”
“Your grandmother, although she didn't know it, was one of the first test tube genetic experiments. Your grandfather was one of the Slayers sons. The boy was to young, so they took his sperm, well it isn't pretty.” Martha said with real emotion in her voice.
“They found raising and keeping the lab rats worked better if they farmed them out. Gave them an illusion of freedom. Zoos do it all the time. Natural habitat...”
Just so you know they impregnated your mother without her knowing it. A little knock out gases and it's over. Your Father, although he loved you, was never really your father. Neither of your parents you’re genetic parents. And they didn't know. You are the 4th generation of gene manipulation. Keep your friends close and your enemies’ closer. Putting you at Raven was their way of doing that. Look everything I just told you is on the microfiche. Even you’re current blood test. Since the records from the beginning were here, they archived the rest here as well. Another adage, hide in plain sight. Here look for your self.”
Willow did exactly that, asking for the others to leave her alone.
Buffy paced around the building and glared at Martha. After about an hour Buffy was pissed. She didn't know why she was pissed, but she was pissed. So she picked Martha up with one hand and pinned her in the wall. “Why?”
“Why, what Buffy?” Martha asked staying calm. Her profiler instinct told her no matter how mad the Slayer got she would never do more then bruise her.
“Why tell her, what can be gained?” Buffy said.
“Ms. Summers, do you think it's an accident the two of you are together now?”
“Oh please, Nazi's setting us up.”
“No, God, Ms Summers.”
“What? Now God does lesbian match making.”
“They say he works in mysterious ways. Think Buffy, Something is happening and not the good kind of something. Willow has to know what she is going to be fighting against. Things are moving with someone controlling the direction.”
“And what is she fighting against? For that matter why?”
Just then the museum was filled with Willow shouting. “Oh no bloody way, no bloody way.”
Buffy had dropped Martha and was at her side in a heartbeat.
“Those son of a bitches. Those son of a bitches” Willow shouted.
“What Willow?” Buffy said in fear.
“I thought you said they gave up working with Slayers!” Willow shouted.
“No, I said they gave up trying to wake the receive gene.”
“And Faith, are you sure about her?” Willow asked frantically.
“I am not sure of anything anymore Willow, I just read the files just like you.”
“Hold up, what is going on,” Buffy asked.
“Oh Buffy, you are going to love this. Faith is my either my cousin twice removed or sister or something. She may not even be a real Slayer; something went wrong with their experiment. Faith's Slayer gene turned on. They don't know why but it did. This surprised them considering how much demon blood they mixed in her DNA. That's why the Council was so hip to get Faith back. To study her. Faith was the Holy Grail of genetics. They want to restart their DNA Slayer program. Oh and by the way, you they can't figure out. You went active by surprise. You had the gene but it didn't follow the standard pattern. You really surprised the Council. Their Seer’s missed you, the geneticists missed you.” Willow babbled out.
“And yet, they still have records on her from age 3, It is an interesting point but we need to deal with you Dr. Rosenberg and Faith.” Martha said to move them back on track.
“Ok so Faith is like Dr. Walsh's Adam,” Willow said. “Explains a lot really. Not that anything begins to explain Faith. Buffy when they couldn't wake the Slayer within the human gene pool, they decided to make one all on their own just like Walsh was doing with Adam and Riley.”
“Actually Dr. Rosenberg, Doctor Walsh's experiments were a splintered sideline” Martha said. “No the main experiment started with demon DNA, then mixed it with a Slayer, then added a witch. They used all kinds of combinations to make a kind of Slayer, A warrior, A superhuman. Hitler was after a superhuman race. That is why his scientist’s started the project later,” Martha went on, “the US wanted superhuman soldiers. Riley was part of that experiment. Only they need normal homes for the children. Most were put in small towns. They found raising them in camps caused them to be violent and uncontrollable. They couldn't speed up the aging process. They needed the lab rats to be nurtured.” Martha said with anger.
“So what does this have to do with Will?” Buffy asked.
”Buffy, I'm just one of there pawns. One of their better designs. When I was in High School they sent this guy to talk to Oz and I about working for them. It was the CIA. They put off taking me so I could go to medical school. Buffy, I was raised in Sunnydale because they knew about the Hellmouth. They wanted me to be around magic, demons. They wanted it to wake up the witch inside me.” Willow was in tears clinging to Buffy.
“Buffy, my DNA, if the records are right, it's has a 7% difference from humans. I have demon blood inside in. Buffy everything I have ever believed about myself is a lie.” Willow crumbed into Buffy's arms. Buffy held tight wondering how to make this all better. Yet knowing there was a reason for it all. A not good reason. No human did experiments for four generations. Most people's attention span couldn't make it through the commercials. What had Doyle said, Buffy tried to remember. Pawns in a game. Xander and Faith. Pawns in a game that was spinning out of control. Buffy was remembering her dreams from the past week. Chess board. Always a chessboard and the pictures. That's why the place bugged her. She had seen the pictures in her dreams only they weren't pictures. They were 3-D moving pictures. They were horrible and Willow was one of the prisoners in her dream and Buffy couldn't stop them from hurting her. Buffy couldn't stop them at all.
End Part 6
Continued in Part 7