Episode 16: Rescue Me

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Written and Directed by Humaira K and Gill P

Guest starring

Shiri Appleby as Anastasia Darcy
Nicholas Brendon as Xander Harris
David Anders as Julian Sark
Alexis Denisof as Wesley Wyndam-Pryce
Tom Felton as Draco Malfoy
Michael Gambon as Albus Dumbeldore
Jason Issacs as Lucius Malfoy
Keira Knightley as Meliza Masterson
Diego Luna as Pedro Contreras
Mia Maestro as Nadia Santos
Alan Rickman as Severus Snape

“Severus?” said Sydney into her cell phone, they’d come back after the unsuccessful trip and somehow the room she was sharing with Buffy, she was now sharing with a dead Amazon warrior who looked with fear and marvelled at all the things that were in the hotel room.

“On a Monday, I am waiting/Tuesday, I am fading/And by Wednesday, I can’t sleep/Then the phone rings, I hear you/And the darkness is a clear view/Cuz you’ve come to rescue me.”

“Sydney?” came his distinct voice, “Is everything OK?” The Headmaster had summoned him while he was marking papers saying that he had a very special phone call waiting for him. Conveniently, Albus had gone on a walk with Fawkes leaving him with the device and some very curious Headmasters and Mistresses.

“Yeah…I just…it’s so good to hear your voice Sev. I just needed someone to talk to, someone familiar and with everything that’s going on…” trailed off Sydney. She never felt like she had to conceal anything about her life from him.

“Sydney, start from the beginning,” said Severus worriedly. He didn’t know what was wrong with his girlfriend. Girlfriend?! Where had that come from?! After the disastrous first date and Alliance business they hadn’t seen much of each other, but the snatches of time they had spent together kept him going until he could see her next.

“I have a sister apparently. My mother slept with Sloane to get intel, and the reason she died was to conceal her pregnancy. I’m not sure if it’s true or not, but Sark’s sister told me to find Nadia,” said Sydney hoping that if she told Severus maybe it would become clearer in her own head.

“You have a sister? And Julian has a sister? Well, at least I know I’m an only child otherwise I’d start to get jealous,” grumbled Severus as he shifted in his chair trying to avoid the more eager Headmasters eyes and ears.

Sydney laughed which caused Otrere to turn around fiercely but Sydney just nodded towards the phone and went back to her conversation. It had taken a while to get Otrere to start to trust them and to introduce her gently to modern technology. She’d jumped when Angel’s cell phone had rung and had tried to kill him. But after they explained what it was and it wouldn’t hurt her, she’d calmed down.

“Fall… with you, I fall so fast/I can hardly catch my breath, I hope it lasts.”

“Why is it that you can make me feel better even when I don’t? Oh Sev, I don’t know what to feel. I mean it could be some wild goose chase, but I trust Germaine. And now she’s dead. How could Sark do that to his own sister?!” she said starting to cry for the fallen young woman.

“Julian is a Malfoy, Sydney, unless family can help they are a hindrance,” said Severus matter of factly.

Sydney sighed as she watched Otrere step outside to gaze at the view, “Uh…I dunno if you can help but since Buffy’s sorta incapacitated could you ask Hermione and Xander to contact Willow? Buffy’s kinda been turned into a dead Amazon warrior that never got her revenge on those who killed her tribe. Her name’s Otrere.”

“Buffy’s…possessed?” asked Severus disbelievingly, “Yes of course I’ll ask Miss Granger and Mr. Harris.”

“You’re always so formal with everyone, except…me,” noted Sydney playfully.

“That’s because I don’t have to pretend with you Sydney,” said Severus softly.

That statement sent a shiver down her spine. “OK, I’d better go Severus, before Otrere gets even more inquisitive. Uh…give my love to everyone…Otrere no! Bye!” said Sydney as she rushed off leaving a very amused Severus on the other side of the phone.

“It seems like I can finally rest my head on something real/I like the way that feels/It’s as if you’ve known me better than I ever knew myself/I love how you can tell/All the pieces, pieces, pieces of me/All the pieces, pieces, pieces of me.”

“Good conversation dear boy?” asked Dumbledore gently, materialising in the doorway.

“Very, Albus. Is there any way you can get one of these things in my rooms?” asked Severus innocently.

* * *

“I backed my car into a cop car the other day/Well he just drove off sometimes life’s ok/I ran my mouth off a bit too much oh what can I say/Well you just laughed it off it was all ok.”

“Thank you for meeting us here, Miss Santos,” Lucius Malfoy began, stretching out his hand to grasp the tiny woman’s hand in his.

“I have to admit, I was a little surprised by your call,” Nadia Santos replied with a polite smile. She sat back down at her place at the bar in the Buenos Aires Hilton, whilst Lucius and Sark took places on either side of her.

“Well, we were told by your superiors of your ranking within your agency,” Sark added. “We only wish to help you.”

“But…” Nadia said, clearly still confused at the meeting, “you are with British Intelligence, yes?”

“Yes,” Sark replied, trying to keep his tone of voice even. She was beginning to annoy him with all these questions. They had contacted her on the guise that they were with MI6 and would only give the intel they concealed to her.

“Why would you share such crucial information with me when you could bring this straight to my superiors?”

“We had hoped not to scare you away when we tell you what needs to be told,” Lucius replied. He shared a glance with his eldest son.

“Are you familiar with Milo Rambaldi?” Sark questioned.

“I have only heard of that name in passing,” Nadia supplied. Having had to deal with higher level agents speak of him around the water cooler, it was a name on everyone’s lips.

“And we’ll all float on ok/And we’ll all float on ok/And we’ll all float on ok/And we’ll all float on any way well.”

“We hate to alarm you like this, but Rambaldi was a philosopher who prophesized and created things of a terrible nature,” said Lucius. Nadia remained silent. Sark leaned over and whispered the page 47 prophecy in her ear, so as not to alarm the other customers in the bar area. She sat in stunned silence, still unable to figure out what she had to do with it.

“It is you, Miss Santos. You are the woman in the prophecy,” Lucius whispered in her ear. “Now, you can come with us willingly, or we can take you by force.”

Nadia peered at him, her brown eyes wide in terror. Her mind replayed the training she had learned only recently and wondered how she could get out of this alive. Unable to come up with a plan, she stood up and made her way out of the bar, guided out into the bright sunlight by Sark and Lucius.

What they didn’t see was Pedro and Wesley, sharing a half-depressing (for losing Buffy), half-thrilled (for successfully acquiring the Book of the Dead) morning-after drink three seats down from them.

“That girl looked like Miss Bristow,” Pedro said unnecessarily, gulping down another shot of tequila.

“Quite,” Wesley replied, matching his friend’s shot with another. Silently the two men left the bar together to track down wherever the two men, still unknown to them, were taking the woman who looked uncannily like Sydney.

“And we’ll all float on ok/And we’ll all float on ok/And we’ll all float on ok/And we’ll all float on alright/Already we’ll all float on/Now don’t worry we’ll all float on/Alright already we’ll all float on/Alright don’t worry we’ll all float on.”

* * *

“Meliza,” said Draco softly as he entered the Greenhouse. She was beautiful as ever, tending to the roses which were singing a choral piece although not quite hitting the higher notes as Meliza giggled at their progress.

“When the truth is found to be lies/and all the joy within you dies/don’t you want somebody to love/don’t you need somebody to love/wouldn’t you love somebody to love/you better find somebody to love.”

She seemed to tense as she heard her name and without turning around said, “Malfoy.”

That hurt. She’d only ever used his last name when they were in first year and from then on Draco, when they started going out.

“Mel, I’m sorry,” pleaded Draco.

She turned around and her eyes were blazing, Draco took a step back.

“You’re sorry now?” she said icily, “Draco I don’t even know why you’re here. You made your feelings very clear and I made mine. You chose them over me, and now you’ve come crawling back because they don’t want you, and you think you can find comfort with me?”

“Actually, Julian bestowed a very important assignment on me,” said Draco just as icily, puffing out his chest.

Meliza laughed, “I bet they’ve asked you to spy on Harry right? Face it Draco, you’ll never be seen as better then your perfect brother.”

“Maybe not, but I was seen as better by you Mel,” pleaded Draco taking a step closer and in an instant he was on his back with Meliza’s hand wrapped around his throat.

“Don’t ever touch me again, or try to find me, Draco. We’re finished. I wish you’d get it through your thick skull,” she screamed, releasing him she strode away leaving a shocked Draco in her wake.

“When the garden flowers baby are dead yes/and your mind is full of red/don’t you want somebody to love/don’t you need somebody to love/wouldn’t you love somebody to love/you better find somebody to love.”

* * *

“I’m innocent,” Nadia cried softly, as Sark strapped her to a chair. Lucius prepared a syringe and Nadia watched in terror as it was filled with green liquid from a vial in the blonde man’s hands.

“Please let me go,” she begged. “I’ll do anything, pay anything.”

“You’re an orphan, Miss Santos,” Sark replied coolly, checking his work over. “Who would pay for your release?”

“My superiors,” she replied, “I am with Argentine Intelligence.”

“You are a low level agent with hardly any access to anything we want,” Lucius replied, coming up to her and watching as his son tied off her upper arm. “They would soon as break ties with you and disavow any knowledge of your identity than pay for your life.”

“Please, please,” Nadia wept as Lucius stabbed her arm mercilessly with the green liquid. Sark immediately positioned a glass pen in her hands and they waited for the liquid to take effect. Slowly her eyes rolled up into the back of her head and she began to scribble on the paper provided. Lucius and Sark shared a malicious smile between them as Nadia channelled Rambaldi before their very eyes.

Wesley and Pedro broke into the warehouse easily, unarmed. They split up and explored the warehouse completely before deciding that the one room they hadn’t explored held Sydney’s twin sister and her captors.

Wesley made a motion and Pedro followed him outside.

“Who are you calling?” Pedro asked.

“Sydney at the hotel,” Wesley replied. “The resemblance between those two is just uncanny for us not to… Sydney?”

“Yes, Wesley is that you? Where are you?” Sydney asked eyeing Otrere who was still enamoured by the faucet in the bathroom and how it worked. “I thought you were downstairs.”

“You came to Argentina to find your sister, right?” Wesley asked. “That is to say you have one right?”

“So I’ve been told, yes,” Sydney replied. “Why?”

“I think we found her.”

* * *

“Split up into pairs again!” ordered Xander. Here they were once again, and he had to admit since last night, the troops were getting better at the slaying. But this time they were met with demons and no vampires.

“OK! Huddle!” ordered Xander as the demons began to circle them.

“Breaking my back just to know your name/Seventeen tracks and I’ve had it with this game/I’m breaking my back just to know your name/But heaven ain’t close in a place like this/Anything goes but don’t blink you might miss.”

“Buffy’s basic strategy is to cut off their heads or shove a sword through into their hearts. Everyone got their weapons with them?” asked Xander looking around piercingly. He could feel the demons coming closer and out of the corner of his good eye he could see a particularly nasty one about to attack.


The students charged at the demons and a furious battle broke out as they clashed. Some of the less experienced students were hurt, and Xander ordered their partners to take them back to Hogwarts and to the hospital wing quickly. Soon only a few were left but that number was slowly dwindling too.

Harry and Anastasia were paired together today, as Xander had said it was best to work with everyone in the group because your life might be in their hands, so better to know what your partner was like then to be left standing alone if your preferred partner was injured or killed.

“Look out!” shouted Anastasia as she dodged a scaly demon that flicked it’s tongue out at her. Using the sword she tried to fend it off, but it kept coming closer, her jeans were spattered with grass stains and blood but all that was on her mind was how to kill this demon.

“Anastasia!” screamed Harry as he raced over to her, but her attention never wavered from the demon. Somehow she managed drop down and stab the demons nether regions. Then while it was howling in pain she cut its head off and just to be safe, stabbed the heart too. It stopped twitching after a while as she went to save Harry.

“Cause heaven ain’t close in a place like this/I said heaven ain’t close in a place like this/bring it back down, bring it back down tonight/Never thought I’d let a rumour ruin my moonlight.”

He was being mauled by a blue skinned demon that was trying to eat him, but she stabbed it in the back and as its life went out, she carefully dragged Harry from underneath it.

“Thanks,” he said breathlessly, not noticing that he was still holding her hand.

“You’re welcome,” she said smiling shyly.

“Move back! There’s too many of them for us to handle tonight,” came Xander’s voice from somewhere. Still holding hands but neither realising, they jogged to the main gates of the cemetery and walked back with Xander. He was pretty badly beaten up and it looked like his good eye had sustained some damage.

“We have to get him to the hospital wing!” shouted Anastasia finally letting go of Harry’s hand. It wasn’t until her hand was gone did he realise she had been holding it, and he missed the warmth. Putting his own feelings aside, he conjured up a stretcher and immobilized Xander.

Tonight had been close but if Buffy and the others didn’t come back soon, Harry didn’t know if he could keep the demons at bay.

“Well somebody told me/You had a boyfriend/Who looks like a girlfriend/That I had in February of last year/It’s not confidential/I’ve got potential.”

* * *

“Angel’s babysitting Otrere,” Sydney whispered, as she joined Wesley and Pedro. “I told her to keep the drapes drawn, but I don’t know if she understood me.” She looked at the two men expectantly. “What have you got so far?”

“So if you’re lonely/You know I’m here waiting for you/I’m just a cross-hair/I’m just a shot away from you/And if you leave here/You leave me br /oken, shattered I lie/I’m just a cross-hair/I’m just a shot, then we can die.”

“The young blonde man,” Wesley began.

“Julian Sark,” supplied Sydney.

“Yes, he and the older man,” Pedro added.

“Lucius Malfoy, his father.”

“Are injecting the girl – your sister – with green goop.”

“I don’t know what the green goop is, but how do you guys feel about weapons?”

“Weapons, Miss Bristow?” Wesley asked.

“I say don’t you know/You say you don’t know/I say…take me out.”

“We can’t go in there unarmed,” Sydney replied. She removed two small pistols from her back pocket and handed one to each of them. “My contacts here were generous with their cache. Try to get her out with as minimal damage as possible.” Silently, the three of them took up strategic places around the room. On the count of three, they leapt out and Sark and Lucius feigned surprise at being caught.

“How does it feel to be on the other end of a gun, Sark?” Sydney asked venomously.

“Are you still smarting from poor Germaine’s death?” asked Sark sarcastically. “Collateral damage. At least we’ve got the Passenger.”

“Let the girl go,” Wesley commanded, gesturing to Nadia, still under the trance of Rambaldi.

“Or what?” Lucius replied, removing his wand from the confines of his Muggle clothes.

“You get hurt. Simple as that,” Pedro replied.

“Very well,” Lucius said simply, beginning to fire off various hexes and curses.

“I stay, you don’t show/Don’t move, time is slow/I say…take me out.”

In the flurry of gunfire and spell casting, Sydney managed to shake Nadia awake and untie her binds. They hustled her away.

“Who are you?” Nadia cried, her arms draped around Sydney and Pedro’s arms.

Sydney pressed her lips together in empathy, noticing how identical Nadia’s hands were to hers. She had Irina’s eyes too. “I’m your sister,” Sydney replied. “Can you walk? We need to run.” They made their way back to the Hilton in one piece and surprisingly not pursued by neither Lucius or Sark.

“Are they gone?” Sark asked his father, evil glinting in his eyes.

“Yes,” Lucius replied. He replaced his wand and looked at his eldest son expectantly.

“Excellent,” said Sark. “My contacts have confirmed the location of Dawn Summers. In Brazil.”

“I know I won’t be leaving here (with you)/I know I won’t be leaving here/I know I won’t be leaving here (with you)/I know I won’t be leaving here with you.”

* * *

Xander strolled through the rambling castle of Hogwarts marvelling at the sights and sounds of the beautiful Scottish Castle. He was surprised with all the magic around and excitable hormones, that it hadn’t become a pile of rubble yet. Not like Sunnydale.

“Your eyes, I say your eyes may look like his/but in your head baby I’m afraid you don’t know where it is/don’t you want somebody to love/don’t you need somebody to love/wouldn’t you love somebody to love/you better find somebody to love.”

Memories of his destroyed home town plagued him as he sat down on a bench and sighed heavily. From somewhere he could hear sobbing and he went to investigate, only to find a blonde boy with his face in his hands sobbing quietly.

“Are you OK?” asked Xander cautiously not wanting to intrude on a private moment.

The blonde figure looked up and for a moment he thought he saw a snarl and probably an ugly retort coming his way, but the boy was too wrapped up in his grief to even think of one.

“I’m… I’m fine Muggle,” sneered the boy weakly, although his voice betrayed that he had been crying for a long time.

“Look, if you want to talk about it, I’m here. But if you want to insult me I’ll go,” said Xander ready to walk away.

“Wait!” called out the boy, “You’re Xander right? The Karate teacher?”

Xander turned around and said easily, “Yeah that’s me.”

“I… God this is embarrassing. Father would kill me for doing this, but… I need some help,” said the boy cautiously. Maybe he was expecting to be laughed at or turned away, but Xander saw the need and desperation in his eyes for someone to just listen to him so he cautiously sat down on the bench.

“OK. What’s your name?” asked Xander trying to make the boy feel at ease.

“Draco Malfoy.”

Xander stood up quickly and backed away. “Your brother has hurt one of my friends pretty badly,” he said angrily.

“Julian?” said Draco venomously, “God he always was a prick. And he’s not my brother, he’s my step-brother. I hate him, believe me, I’d actually go hug Ms. Bristow or anybody that managed to kill him. Actually I’d throw a big party in their honour and dance a jig on his grave.”

Relaxing a little Xander laughed as he sat down, “Jeez. I’m an only child, but just jeez. Whatever he’s done to you must have been pretty bad, but I’m guessing this isn’t your problem?”

Draco sighed heavily as he debated whether or not to tell Xander all, “It’s about a girl. I’ve known her since I was in first year and we’ve been going out since then. But now she’s broken up with me because I won’t tell my family about her.”

Xander saw himself three years ago, the same thing with the Anya engagement and her wanting to tell all, and he wouldn’t.

“How many years were you together?” asked Xander curiously.

“Six,” said Draco miserably.

“Well, Draco I’ve been in a similar situation and the results weren’t pretty. My fiancé, she wanted to tell everyone about our engagement but it was so soon after Buffy’s death I didn’t think we should. Then we brought Buffy back and well all hell broke lose. And of course coward that I am, I left her at the altar and then she died in the final battle before I could tell her I wanted to marry her again. We said our goodbyes that last night, knowing neither of us might survive, but I never actually expected her not to come back,” said Xander sadly. “You never know how much you love someone until you lose them. You’re lucky your girlfriend’s still alive and you can make amends.”

“But, if I tell my family they will literally kill me. She doesn’t understand what my father’s like. He hates half-Muggles, and anyone who’s not pure-blood. I’m not worried about my inheritance or anything, I just want his approval,” said Draco pleadingly.

“Draco, from what you’ve told me, you did everything in life hoping to seek your dad’s approval. I did the same thing, but my dad wasn’t the best dad in the world. I don’t even know if he loved me, but Anya loved me. My friends loved me, they were my family. Heck, Giles became my father-figure. See, when your biological family deserts you or doesn’t care, your real family, the people who care about you won’t. So, think about which family’s approval you’d rather have, but go with your gut instinct. I have a feeling your girlfriend’s not worth losing,” said Xander sagely as he left Draco to think through his advice.

“Tears are running ah running down your breast/and your friends baby they treat you like a guest/don’t you want somebody to love/don’t you need somebody to love/wouldn’t you love somebody to love/you better find somebody to love.”


“I am moody, messy/I get restless, and it’s senseless/How you never seem to care/When I’m angry, you listen/When you’re happy, it’s a mission/And you wont stop ’til I’m there.”

“Sev, I – I found my sister,” Sydney sighed. She peered out the window into the darkening Buenos Aires night for any suspicious activities.

“Congratulations,” Severus replied.

“We’ll be coming home soon. We just have to confirm our travel arrangements, but we’ll be home,” Sydney explained, a sort of warm feeling coming over her when she referred to Hogsmeade and Hogwarts as her home.

“Do you mind making a detour?” Severus asked, eyeing the former Headmasters on the wall of Dumbledore’s office.

“Fall… Sometimes I fall so fast/Well, I hit that bottom/Crash, you’re all I have.”


“Brazil. Miss Rosenburg, Miss Kennedy and Miss Summers are expecting you. Mr. Wyndham-Pryce was able to contact them to inform them of your arrival,” he stated.

“How are Xander and Harry holding the fort?”

“They’re doing quite well actually, but they could use Buffy, Angel… and you,” Severus said, his voice becoming soft.

Sydney yearned to reach out and touch him through the phone line. “I’ll be home soon.”

“Not soon enough,” he replied almost fervently. There were a few moments of silence between them.

“Good night Sev,” she said, her heart breaking at the thought of cutting off contact with him.

“It seems like I can finally rest my head on something real/I like the way that feels/It’s as if you’ve known me better than I ever knew myself/I love how you can tell/All the pieces, pieces, pieces of me/All the pieces, pieces, pieces of me.”

“Sweet dreams, Sydney.”

Fade out

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