A Good Impression
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madimpossibledreameredit: on reread, noticed PREEMPTIVE REFERENCE *flails*
Main Points:
Buffy/Devil May Cry/Resident Evil/Background NCIS Crossover
Chapter Summary: Leon finally visits the ISWC.
Word Count: 795
Rating: Teen
Pairing: Leon/Xander
Leon only uses the slightest hint of the new cologne he’d gotten that Xander had seemed to like, though in his obliviousness he’d assumed the closeness and questions about it were because Xander wanted to buy it for himself. The thing is, if it’s strong to his nose, and he only has slightly better senses than your average human, he suspects it has to be even stronger for a Slayer or half-devil. He wants it to be pleasant, not overwhelming.
The ‘scary’ redhead smirks when she sees him—and yeah, okay, he’s a little dolled up, with a freshly trimmed beard, or stubble, or whatever, and one of his nicer, barely worn leather jackets and a new set of jeans. A nice new bike complete with helmet he’d love to share with Xander someday. He’s not too worried about parking it inside the compound, though. From what he can piece together, if any of the Slayers steal it, they will have to look after it or face consequences.
He is absolutely dressed to impress. Not only is this step one of his plan to court Redgrave the way he deserves, even if it’s not actually a date, but he’s also meeting some people that are pretty important in the guy’s life. Which means that this matters. Which means he doesn’t want to mess this up.
“Good to see you in the flesh, Miss Rosenberg.” He holds out a hand for her to shake.
“How do you know I didn’t just greet you through astral projection?” she asks, shaking his hand firmly. Still human-ish strength, if he has to guess.
Honest, he reminds himself. “I guess I don’t? The sentiment is the same either way.” He takes a deep breath. “And I hear I have you to thank for meeting a handsome half-demon in the first place, so I owe you thanks.” He offers her a chocolate bar.
“I see he’s taught you in the fine art of food-bribery,” she notes, eyeing it with hunger and not a little suspicion.
“Well, I am very grateful I met him, but along those lines…I think we can take it from here without any meddling.” She starts walking, and he pauses to grab a duffel and catch up.
“You sure you don’t need any help, say, in the bedroom?” It takes him a moment to catch that that’s a dirty joke, after which he coughs helplessly. It’s a good thing he wasn’t eating or drinking anything or he would’ve choked.
“Absolutely not, thank you,” he croaks out, and she shrugs, smiling a little smugly. “Do you need to check the bag in a security booth?”
“Already did, though I can cast a tiny spell to keep the food heated long enough.” He doesn’t quite catch the hand motions or words, but suspects it wouldn’t change much if he did. “Xander’s serving as a punching bag for the girls, but he’ll pass through the corridor we’ve got set up for your project when he’s done, and I’ll snag him then.” She pauses to wave her hand over a crystal; the door opens. High-magic security, maybe. At least the facility looks and feels relatively modern, though he’ll poke around later to see if he can’t see any obvious holes in their security. Probably with Redgrave, just in case there’s an invisible trap-spell or something he wouldn’t notice. Ending up a pancake is something to be avoided for many reasons. “You’ll probably get a few shovel speeches today. We’re all deadly serious, emphasis on the dead, but you should be fine. Buffy was all for making you pay for pizzas for everyone, but I think we can cover it. Good luck making sense of things. Andrew tried—he’s pretty methodical and he was able to refine a lot, but…” She frowns. “Let’s just say previous management left a lot more messes than just bloodstains.”
“If all I can do is the metaphorical equivalent of vacuuming and maybe dusting, it’ll still help,” he suggests.
The smile returns. “Oh, I like you. Sweet, helpful, charming, and you don’t even want to kill him despite that little slip-up when he first told you. Mostly human, even.” She opens a door in a corridor that leads into a slightly cramped storage room-slash-computer room that has a relatively modern computer plopped down right next to one that still has a floppy drive. The shelves are packed full, and from the look of the place it seems like someone cleaned it in haste. “I won’t crowd you too much,” she promises, and goes to hang out by the door, asking him the occasional question about his favorite food, animal, flower, and the like when she doesn’t think it would interfere with her self-appointed task of Watching for Xander.
Main Points:
Buffy/Devil May Cry/Resident Evil/Background NCIS Crossover
Chapter Summary: Leon finally visits the ISWC.
Word Count: 795
Rating: Teen
Pairing: Leon/Xander
Leon only uses the slightest hint of the new cologne he’d gotten that Xander had seemed to like, though in his obliviousness he’d assumed the closeness and questions about it were because Xander wanted to buy it for himself. The thing is, if it’s strong to his nose, and he only has slightly better senses than your average human, he suspects it has to be even stronger for a Slayer or half-devil. He wants it to be pleasant, not overwhelming.
The ‘scary’ redhead smirks when she sees him—and yeah, okay, he’s a little dolled up, with a freshly trimmed beard, or stubble, or whatever, and one of his nicer, barely worn leather jackets and a new set of jeans. A nice new bike complete with helmet he’d love to share with Xander someday. He’s not too worried about parking it inside the compound, though. From what he can piece together, if any of the Slayers steal it, they will have to look after it or face consequences.
He is absolutely dressed to impress. Not only is this step one of his plan to court Redgrave the way he deserves, even if it’s not actually a date, but he’s also meeting some people that are pretty important in the guy’s life. Which means that this matters. Which means he doesn’t want to mess this up.
“Good to see you in the flesh, Miss Rosenberg.” He holds out a hand for her to shake.
“How do you know I didn’t just greet you through astral projection?” she asks, shaking his hand firmly. Still human-ish strength, if he has to guess.
Honest, he reminds himself. “I guess I don’t? The sentiment is the same either way.” He takes a deep breath. “And I hear I have you to thank for meeting a handsome half-demon in the first place, so I owe you thanks.” He offers her a chocolate bar.
“I see he’s taught you in the fine art of food-bribery,” she notes, eyeing it with hunger and not a little suspicion.
“Well, I am very grateful I met him, but along those lines…I think we can take it from here without any meddling.” She starts walking, and he pauses to grab a duffel and catch up.
“You sure you don’t need any help, say, in the bedroom?” It takes him a moment to catch that that’s a dirty joke, after which he coughs helplessly. It’s a good thing he wasn’t eating or drinking anything or he would’ve choked.
“Absolutely not, thank you,” he croaks out, and she shrugs, smiling a little smugly. “Do you need to check the bag in a security booth?”
“Already did, though I can cast a tiny spell to keep the food heated long enough.” He doesn’t quite catch the hand motions or words, but suspects it wouldn’t change much if he did. “Xander’s serving as a punching bag for the girls, but he’ll pass through the corridor we’ve got set up for your project when he’s done, and I’ll snag him then.” She pauses to wave her hand over a crystal; the door opens. High-magic security, maybe. At least the facility looks and feels relatively modern, though he’ll poke around later to see if he can’t see any obvious holes in their security. Probably with Redgrave, just in case there’s an invisible trap-spell or something he wouldn’t notice. Ending up a pancake is something to be avoided for many reasons. “You’ll probably get a few shovel speeches today. We’re all deadly serious, emphasis on the dead, but you should be fine. Buffy was all for making you pay for pizzas for everyone, but I think we can cover it. Good luck making sense of things. Andrew tried—he’s pretty methodical and he was able to refine a lot, but…” She frowns. “Let’s just say previous management left a lot more messes than just bloodstains.”
“If all I can do is the metaphorical equivalent of vacuuming and maybe dusting, it’ll still help,” he suggests.
The smile returns. “Oh, I like you. Sweet, helpful, charming, and you don’t even want to kill him despite that little slip-up when he first told you. Mostly human, even.” She opens a door in a corridor that leads into a slightly cramped storage room-slash-computer room that has a relatively modern computer plopped down right next to one that still has a floppy drive. The shelves are packed full, and from the look of the place it seems like someone cleaned it in haste. “I won’t crowd you too much,” she promises, and goes to hang out by the door, asking him the occasional question about his favorite food, animal, flower, and the like when she doesn’t think it would interfere with her self-appointed task of Watching for Xander.
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