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by Chris Kenworthy (scoobyhq@fcmail.com)
Disclaimer: Still don't any of the characters from either TV show; probably never will.
(Meanwhile, at the museum,)
"So," Buffy began, "any ideas what this, uh, sculpture (?) is supposed to be?" The four of them were standing in front of a small rectangular plate on the wall, from which projected an odd construct of lines and curves.
"Uh, a light switch?" Oz offered.
"No it isn't!" Xander told him off.
"Well, maybe," Willow commented.
"Only one way to find out," Oz announced bravely, striding up to it...
From twenty feet away, Cordelia snorted derisively at all of them and turned away, scanning the Sunnydale contingent to see who was worthy of her attention. "Meredith!" she called to a pretty blonde senior. "It's been ages, hasn't it?" she continued, stepping up in front of Meredith and smiling. Meredith smiled uncertainly back.
"Belles de Ricci!" Cordelia gushed, producing the bottle. "Care to try some?"
(Across the museum a ways...)
"Another of your silly flashes, Phoebe?" Prue said into the telephone. "You had me paged for this?"
"I didn't know you thought my power was silly," Phoebe answered her over the line. "I sometimes like to think of it as a matter of life and death, like now."
"Oh, I'm sorry," Prue recited back. "But the Sunnyvale kids are wandering all over the place, and I'm supposed to be keeping an eye on the Buckland pieces, which are in three or four different rooms."
"Please, Prue!" Phoebe scoffed. "This is serious!"
"I know," Prue stalled. "But how do you know it's really here? How do you know it's even today?"
"I don't know if it's today," Phoebe admitted, "and I've walked through that courtyard enough times to remember it. All I'm asking is you to check now, and later on if you can. By the lighting, it was about noon in the vision."
"Oh, okay!" Prue snapped. "Anything to get you off my back!"
(And at another point in the museum.)
"Ooh!" Meredith cooed, looking out a window. There was a small garden annex there, with sculpted hedges and stauary. "Now that is my definition of art, Cordelia. Come on, let's see if we can get out there!"
After a minute, the two girls found a door leading into the garden. "Oh, isn't it beautiful?" Meredith murmured as they walked amidst the statuary.
"Yeah," Cordelia said, giggling, and went over to sit down on a bench and look all around.
A few minutes later, a few other people came into the garden. Three reasonably young men and one woman, wandering in single file through a break in the hedge that seperated the garden from whatever was past it.
"Ooh, not bad," Cordy murmured, looking the guys over. The four newcomers walked straight over to the highschoolers and stood in a ragged circle around them.
"Can I help you with something, honey?" Meredith asked the guy in front of her.
For answer, he just sniffed, and nodded at the others. Suddenly the smartly dressed young people were gone, replaced by four tall figures in what looked like jet-black ancient armor.
"They both carry the trace!" one of them announced out loud.
"Trace? What trace?" Meredith tried to ask, but none of them paid her any attention.
"And why not? Are there not said to be two slayers these past two years?" the one in front of Meredith replied.
"Summers is blonde," a third commented. This one's voice was higher and less booming than those of the others. Cordelia noted absently that it was the one that had stood in the place of the girl.
"Yes." As Prue Halliwell stepped out the museum door, the knight in front of Meredith drew his broadsword and slashed the tip of it through Meredith's throat. She gave a drowned cry and collapsed. Both Cordy and Prue gasped in horror.
"I take the other!" the fourth knight put in, drawing his own sword. He tried the same move, but Cordelia jerked back, and the cut wasn't deep. Blood did flow, though, and Cordelia staggered over and collapsed in surprised shock.
Suddenly that knight was boosted backwards by an invisible force. Prue glared at each of the dark figures in turn, pushing them away. Quickly they each stood up in the clanking armor again and oriented on her.
"Charmed," one of them announced. "And that was too easy. There has been a mistake; these are not our targets." With that, all four knights vanished into four seperate puffs of black smoke.
Prue gazed in stunned suprise at the drifting smoke, then dashed back into the museum and to the phone next to the door. "911," she said to the museum switchboard operator. "There's a medical emergency in the east courtyard."
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