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Second Verse, Same as the First
Author: Jaded
Story: Second Verse, Same As The First
Disclaimer: I own the idea only. Joss owns Buffy, SyFy owns Stargate. No suing please!
Summary: When one life ends, another begins...
Warning: Contains slash pairings. Nothing adult, just know there will be homosexual relationships.
Previous: Prequel - One - Two - Three - Four - Five - Six - Seven
We're not done yet
Not going quietly into the night, not me and my friends
We're not done yet, don't take us too seriously
It's just life we'll win in the end
And we walk on and on and on and we walk on and on
~ Superchick, “Not Done Yet”
Chapter Eight
For the first time in his life, John didn't know what to do. His lover was missing, as was his lover's sister. The Trust had ambushed Teyla, Cadman, Kavanagh, Jackson, Vala, Mitchell, and Lorne as they'd left the mall. They'd had zats and guns and had been prepared for the fight. Lorne, Mitchell, Jackson, Cadman, and Vala had all been knocked out, Teyla was recovering from having tumbled with the men, and Kavanagh was still in surgery. He'd been shot trying to protect the children, who'd been zatted and taken away in a black van, according to what Teyla had seen (she being the only who was conscious at that point).
The parents were all pissed, none more so than O'Neill who'd barged into Landry's office, picked up the red phone, and proceeded to chew out an equally angry President Hayes. The only children they still had were Molly, Cassie, Vivian, and Andrew, who had been with Carter at the SGC as she tried helping hunt down the McKay siblings. Ronon was furious and kept demanding he be given a target to shoot.
But they got a location on Rodney and Jeanie. They knew, roughly, where they were and who had them. John had a brief dilemna. Sit at the SGC, waiting on the kids or go on the team to get his boyfriend and his boyfriend's sister. Ronon and his insistence on having something to shoot was what decided it for him, as well as the fact Mitchell, Lorne, Jackson, Cadman, Carter, O'Neill, and Vala were all working on the kids now. John knew Rodney would be pissed when he found out John had chosen to go get him rather than the kids but there wasn't anything to do and he and Ronon needed to be doing something or they'd probably make the Pentagon cranky by blowing up the SGC.
Getting Jeanie and Rodney back was overshadowed by the nanites in Jeanie's body, plus the situation with the kids. As John had said when they argued about who Rodney was going to help, Jeanie needed his help more than the kids did since the kids already had a couple dozen or so people looking for them. And whether Rodney wanted to admit it or not, Carter was at it his level, intelligence wise. Rodney wasn't happy about it but he understood John's reasoning. Nevertheless, the look he'd given him promised no blow-jobs for at LEAST a month. That thought had brought him to what they were going to do about the kids and then to the Trust kidnapping the kids. It was a never ending cycle in his head and he was frankly sick of it.
“Fifteen years,” he groaned quietly to himself, head in his hands. They'd already brought Todd around, not that John was terribly happy about this plan. But still, with Todd working with Rodney on Jeanie and the other parents who actually still lived on Earth working to get the kids back, John was left with nothing to do and he hated it. Mostly because it gave him time to think and freak out.
“Excuse me?”
John looked at Landry, who was frowning at him. “Fifteen more years of wondering where the hell my kids are. Worrying. Thinking about them night and day.”
The man chuckled. “Trust me, its not fifteen years,” he told him and John's eyes narrowed. Landry smirked as Lam walked in. “They're your little girls, Sheppard. You'll be worrying till the day you die. Trust me.”
Lam gamely ignored the comment, instead handing John paperwork. “Speaking of the girls, I need to know if you have middle names picked out.”
“I...don't,” he admitted. “I didn't exactly name them to begin with.”
“Alright,” she said. “The certificates won't be issued for a while anyway because we're not sure what birthday to put.”
“Couldn't you just use the day we got them?” John asked, confused. Lam gave him a look.
“According to everything I've learned, they still remember snippets of their old lives,” she reminded him. “I don't want to give them a birthday that isn't truly theirs.”
John was getting a headache and it wasn't because a wraith finally managed to get to Earth.
~~~*~~~
“Sheppard, gear up, we got a hit,” Mitchell said, poking his head into the office John had been using. John jumped to his feet, spared a minute to call Ronon, and went to the armory. The parents, minus Rodney who was waiting for the recoding Todd had finished to go into effect on Jeanie, but plus Cadman and Teyla, were in the trucks within ten minutes.
“What have we got?” John demanded as they bounced along. He was steadfastly ignoring the guilt churning his gut about what he'd gotten Wallace to do. There would be time to deal with that later. Once his girls were safely back in the walls of Atlantis.
“A good Samaritan called the police,” Mitchell answered. “Apparently, he claims he saw a black van with the description we put out heading to what he called the old Hilshin place, which has supposedly been deserted for ten years.”
“Hi-res scans from the Daedalus, however, show that its being inhabited by a few people in military fatigues,” Carter added. “The same kind of fatigues as the men who took the kids.”
“Thermal scans of the house Caldwell took about ten minutes ago showed two large clumps of humans,” O'Neill added. John nodded. “They don't have any patrols so we have to assume they have technological means of detecting intruders.”
The trucks slowed to a stop and they emptied out. Several SG teams had joined them for this, plus Lam and Davis. “We go in teams of four,” O'Neill ordered as Mitchell quickly got everyone in groups. John was with Ronon, Teyla, and Cadman and they'd be going straight up the drive because, as O'Neill put it, Ronon had the best gun and the scariest size. O'Neill paused and looked at everyone, his expression hardening. “I'll deny I ever said this but the only people I don't want shot by the time this is done are the kids.”
“Anyone else hear that buzzing?” Mitchell asked, sticking a finger in his ear and wiggling. “I didn't hear what the General said.”
There was agreeing murmurings from everyone, even Davis and Lam. The message was loud and clear. They might leave this place alive but none of the Trust agents would leave unscathed. You don't mess with the SGC and you certainly don't mess with their families.
~~~*~~~
“Nice and direct, just the way I like it,” Ronon said when the house came into view. The area was oddly quiet, with just the chirping of the birds and random rustling of small creatures. He saw a squirrel run up a tree on the side of the road, which made him think of Willow and her fear that Rodney didn't want her. His anger, which had been simmering, blew into a full blown rage as they cautiously approached the house.
“Something is not right,” Teyla whispered and Cadman quickly agreed. John frowned but knew the women were right; they should have been seen by now.
“About time you got here,” a tiny voice said and the foursome twirled to find William popping out from behind a stack of crates. “We took care of the blighters ages ago.”
There was a shriek and then John and Ronon found their arms filled with their three girls, all babbling a mile a minute.
“...and then I pushed him and he flailed like an old windmill before tripping over Tara...”
“...Xander cut up his knee but he's insisting he's fine, just a scratch, the nerd...”
“...and I pulled the one guys hair and he screamed and I didn't know a man's voice could go that high without sex involved...”
John steadfastly ignored the last part of Anya's excited story as he gathered both girls and Willow into his arms, holding them close and refusing to let go even when they started complaining about needing to breathe.
~~~*~~~
The two “blobs” the Daedalus reported turned out to be the kids and the kidnappers. The kids were banged up, dirty, but generally unharmed (minus the gash on Alexander's knee). In fact, according to Lam, the kidnappers, who O'Neill's team had found tied up and gagged in one of the back rooms, were in worse shape. From the rambled explanations of the kids, the Trust agents had underestimated them and paid the price.
They hadn't tied up the kids. They assumed the kids would have been so freaked out they would have just kept quiet and did as they were told. That was their first mistake; even John knew that would have never happened.
Their second mistake was leaving only three people in the house, with two patrolling the woods. As Riley and Graham put it, you don't use three guys to guard thirteen prisoners, children or not. No one asked how they figured that, since A) they were right, and B) none of the parents wanted to think about what it meant about Riley and Graham's previous life.
Their final (and most important) mistake was waving a gun at the kids. Most of them didn't particularly care about guns, apparently thinking they were fairly useless for anything but long distance fighting (John's vision of Anya waving a sword made much more sense after William admitted that). But Tara and to a lesser extent, Willow, were absolutely terrified of them.
According to Graham's report, the guy had waved a gun at them, pointing it all the kids, but when it got to Tara, the blonde freaked out, the guy laughed, and William and Alexander jumped him. Angel, Riley, Graham, Kendra, and Faith had gone to help and soon enough, they had the one guy bound and gagged on the ground. They then split up and captured the other two men in the house and waited for the patrol guys to come back in.
“The only phone in the place got crushed when that guy was trying to get Anya off him,” was the explanation they got for why they didn't call for help.
“Besides, who were we gonna call? We don't know any numbers here and I doubt the police would have taken us seriously,” Angel pointed out. “We're just kids.”
“The police were notified about the situation,” Jackson told him. “Even if they hadn't, you should have called them anyway.”
The kids were generally baffled by this and John wasn't sure he wanted to know why. Instead, he gathered Anya, Cordelia, and Willow to him again.
“Do you guys have middle names?” he asked, because, really, what else was he supposed to ask when his girls proved they were a match for highly trained black ops soldiers?
“Elizabeth,” Anya, Cordelia, and Willow supplied at the same time which resulted in a heated argument about who was being named for Weir (he didn't ask how they knew about her). It ended with much hair pulling and yelling and a black eye John didn't know who had given him.
~~~*~~~
The aborted kidnapping proved several things. First and foremost, it proved the Trust had spies in the mountain since no one except those in the mountain knew the kids, parents, and adopted aunts/uncles were going shopping. Not even Woolsey, Davis, and Hayes had known.
Second, it proved to Hayes just how big of a threat the Trust could truly be. In theory the President knew but the fact they had directly disobeyed his orders that the children be left alone told him just how far the Trust was willing to go to seize power. Therefore, Hayes had ordered that a team be devoted specifically to rooting out the members and put an end to the Trust once and for all. The screening for the team was going to be intense but so classified very few people would know about it.
Third, and most importantly to John and Rodney, it showed him just how smart and devious their kids were.
“You did what?” Rodney demanded. Cadman and Teyla each had a little girl in front of them, hair ties and brushes at their sides as they braided Anya's long blonde hair and redid Kendra's cornrows. Vivian was in Rodney's arms; the man refused to let her go. The four girls eyed them.
“I stuck one of the transmitters Colonel Mitchell gave us to the bottom of the van of the guys took us in,” Anya repeated. Kendra murmured something about holding her legs. A quick glance and John and Ronon decided not to ask.
“After I re-activated it, of course because they knew we had them and shut them down,” Willow added, looking through the window to where Kavanagh was in ICU. Willow was one of the kids the scientist had been shielding when he was shot (Faith was the other) and the redhead refused to leave the observation room which led to Rodney not leaving and the rest of their team joining them. It helped that Jeanie was only a few rooms away.
“Wills and Oz also hacked their security system,” Cordelia piped up and poked her. “You still have the disks, right?”
The disks turned out to be everything Willow and Oz were able to download from the Trust laptops that had been in the house. The same laptops that had self-destructed halfway to the mountain—a security measure meant to erase all the information, Carter had said. If the two kids hadn't done what they had, they wouldn't have gotten the location of all their safe-houses, information on a few of the ring leaders, and the fact the Trust were nearly finished building a Daedalus class ship down in Africa.
~~~*~~~
“Hi.”
“Hi.”
John and Rodney exchanged amused looks as Jeanie and Willow stared at each other from across the conference room. Jeanie had given her report, signed an insane amount of papers, and now they were just waiting for her clearance to leave to go through. Rodney had decided then was as good a time as any to introduce his sister to his daughters, especially since Kavanagh had finally woken up and Willow was okay with leaving. Anya and Cordelia were on either side of John's legs, watching quietly as Vivian patted Rodney's chest happily.
“You have Mer's nose,” Jeanie said out of no where. Willow smiled shyly.
“No, I don't, but its nice of you to say so,” she demurred. Rodney and John both snorted which caught Jeanie's attention. Or, more accurately, the baby in Rodney's arms caught her attention.
“We'll discuss the McKay family nose later,” Jeanie murmured to Willow; her eyes were soft as she gazed at the little girls. “Now show me your sister.”
“That's Vivian,” Willow said easily as Rodney handed her over. “And that's Cordy and Anya but we're not sisters.”
“Yet,” Cordelia added. John tuned out Anya's comment about them and sex—if he couldn't hear it, she didn't say it. Jeanie didn't seem to agree with this sentiment as her eyebrows rose to her hairline.
“Mer?” Jeanie asked, eyebrow raised as Vivian caught a stand of her hair. “Something you want to tell me?”
“You mean she doesn't know?!” Cordelia demanded.
“How is that even possible?” Willow added her credulousness.
“Yeah, even I could tell and my gaydar doesn't work,” Anya supplied. John looked at Vi out of the corner of his eye, half expecting her to add her two cents as Rodney sputtered and Jeanie smiled. After everything else that had happened that day, it wouldn't be surprising.
“Poo!”
Story: Second Verse, Same As The First
Disclaimer: I own the idea only. Joss owns Buffy, SyFy owns Stargate. No suing please!
Summary: When one life ends, another begins...
Warning: Contains slash pairings. Nothing adult, just know there will be homosexual relationships.
Previous: Prequel - One - Two - Three - Four - Five - Six - Seven
We're not done yet
Not going quietly into the night, not me and my friends
We're not done yet, don't take us too seriously
It's just life we'll win in the end
And we walk on and on and on and we walk on and on
~ Superchick, “Not Done Yet”
Chapter Eight
For the first time in his life, John didn't know what to do. His lover was missing, as was his lover's sister. The Trust had ambushed Teyla, Cadman, Kavanagh, Jackson, Vala, Mitchell, and Lorne as they'd left the mall. They'd had zats and guns and had been prepared for the fight. Lorne, Mitchell, Jackson, Cadman, and Vala had all been knocked out, Teyla was recovering from having tumbled with the men, and Kavanagh was still in surgery. He'd been shot trying to protect the children, who'd been zatted and taken away in a black van, according to what Teyla had seen (she being the only who was conscious at that point).
The parents were all pissed, none more so than O'Neill who'd barged into Landry's office, picked up the red phone, and proceeded to chew out an equally angry President Hayes. The only children they still had were Molly, Cassie, Vivian, and Andrew, who had been with Carter at the SGC as she tried helping hunt down the McKay siblings. Ronon was furious and kept demanding he be given a target to shoot.
But they got a location on Rodney and Jeanie. They knew, roughly, where they were and who had them. John had a brief dilemna. Sit at the SGC, waiting on the kids or go on the team to get his boyfriend and his boyfriend's sister. Ronon and his insistence on having something to shoot was what decided it for him, as well as the fact Mitchell, Lorne, Jackson, Cadman, Carter, O'Neill, and Vala were all working on the kids now. John knew Rodney would be pissed when he found out John had chosen to go get him rather than the kids but there wasn't anything to do and he and Ronon needed to be doing something or they'd probably make the Pentagon cranky by blowing up the SGC.
Getting Jeanie and Rodney back was overshadowed by the nanites in Jeanie's body, plus the situation with the kids. As John had said when they argued about who Rodney was going to help, Jeanie needed his help more than the kids did since the kids already had a couple dozen or so people looking for them. And whether Rodney wanted to admit it or not, Carter was at it his level, intelligence wise. Rodney wasn't happy about it but he understood John's reasoning. Nevertheless, the look he'd given him promised no blow-jobs for at LEAST a month. That thought had brought him to what they were going to do about the kids and then to the Trust kidnapping the kids. It was a never ending cycle in his head and he was frankly sick of it.
“Fifteen years,” he groaned quietly to himself, head in his hands. They'd already brought Todd around, not that John was terribly happy about this plan. But still, with Todd working with Rodney on Jeanie and the other parents who actually still lived on Earth working to get the kids back, John was left with nothing to do and he hated it. Mostly because it gave him time to think and freak out.
“Excuse me?”
John looked at Landry, who was frowning at him. “Fifteen more years of wondering where the hell my kids are. Worrying. Thinking about them night and day.”
The man chuckled. “Trust me, its not fifteen years,” he told him and John's eyes narrowed. Landry smirked as Lam walked in. “They're your little girls, Sheppard. You'll be worrying till the day you die. Trust me.”
Lam gamely ignored the comment, instead handing John paperwork. “Speaking of the girls, I need to know if you have middle names picked out.”
“I...don't,” he admitted. “I didn't exactly name them to begin with.”
“Alright,” she said. “The certificates won't be issued for a while anyway because we're not sure what birthday to put.”
“Couldn't you just use the day we got them?” John asked, confused. Lam gave him a look.
“According to everything I've learned, they still remember snippets of their old lives,” she reminded him. “I don't want to give them a birthday that isn't truly theirs.”
John was getting a headache and it wasn't because a wraith finally managed to get to Earth.
~~~*~~~
“Sheppard, gear up, we got a hit,” Mitchell said, poking his head into the office John had been using. John jumped to his feet, spared a minute to call Ronon, and went to the armory. The parents, minus Rodney who was waiting for the recoding Todd had finished to go into effect on Jeanie, but plus Cadman and Teyla, were in the trucks within ten minutes.
“What have we got?” John demanded as they bounced along. He was steadfastly ignoring the guilt churning his gut about what he'd gotten Wallace to do. There would be time to deal with that later. Once his girls were safely back in the walls of Atlantis.
“A good Samaritan called the police,” Mitchell answered. “Apparently, he claims he saw a black van with the description we put out heading to what he called the old Hilshin place, which has supposedly been deserted for ten years.”
“Hi-res scans from the Daedalus, however, show that its being inhabited by a few people in military fatigues,” Carter added. “The same kind of fatigues as the men who took the kids.”
“Thermal scans of the house Caldwell took about ten minutes ago showed two large clumps of humans,” O'Neill added. John nodded. “They don't have any patrols so we have to assume they have technological means of detecting intruders.”
The trucks slowed to a stop and they emptied out. Several SG teams had joined them for this, plus Lam and Davis. “We go in teams of four,” O'Neill ordered as Mitchell quickly got everyone in groups. John was with Ronon, Teyla, and Cadman and they'd be going straight up the drive because, as O'Neill put it, Ronon had the best gun and the scariest size. O'Neill paused and looked at everyone, his expression hardening. “I'll deny I ever said this but the only people I don't want shot by the time this is done are the kids.”
“Anyone else hear that buzzing?” Mitchell asked, sticking a finger in his ear and wiggling. “I didn't hear what the General said.”
There was agreeing murmurings from everyone, even Davis and Lam. The message was loud and clear. They might leave this place alive but none of the Trust agents would leave unscathed. You don't mess with the SGC and you certainly don't mess with their families.
~~~*~~~
“Nice and direct, just the way I like it,” Ronon said when the house came into view. The area was oddly quiet, with just the chirping of the birds and random rustling of small creatures. He saw a squirrel run up a tree on the side of the road, which made him think of Willow and her fear that Rodney didn't want her. His anger, which had been simmering, blew into a full blown rage as they cautiously approached the house.
“Something is not right,” Teyla whispered and Cadman quickly agreed. John frowned but knew the women were right; they should have been seen by now.
“About time you got here,” a tiny voice said and the foursome twirled to find William popping out from behind a stack of crates. “We took care of the blighters ages ago.”
There was a shriek and then John and Ronon found their arms filled with their three girls, all babbling a mile a minute.
“...and then I pushed him and he flailed like an old windmill before tripping over Tara...”
“...Xander cut up his knee but he's insisting he's fine, just a scratch, the nerd...”
“...and I pulled the one guys hair and he screamed and I didn't know a man's voice could go that high without sex involved...”
John steadfastly ignored the last part of Anya's excited story as he gathered both girls and Willow into his arms, holding them close and refusing to let go even when they started complaining about needing to breathe.
~~~*~~~
The two “blobs” the Daedalus reported turned out to be the kids and the kidnappers. The kids were banged up, dirty, but generally unharmed (minus the gash on Alexander's knee). In fact, according to Lam, the kidnappers, who O'Neill's team had found tied up and gagged in one of the back rooms, were in worse shape. From the rambled explanations of the kids, the Trust agents had underestimated them and paid the price.
They hadn't tied up the kids. They assumed the kids would have been so freaked out they would have just kept quiet and did as they were told. That was their first mistake; even John knew that would have never happened.
Their second mistake was leaving only three people in the house, with two patrolling the woods. As Riley and Graham put it, you don't use three guys to guard thirteen prisoners, children or not. No one asked how they figured that, since A) they were right, and B) none of the parents wanted to think about what it meant about Riley and Graham's previous life.
Their final (and most important) mistake was waving a gun at the kids. Most of them didn't particularly care about guns, apparently thinking they were fairly useless for anything but long distance fighting (John's vision of Anya waving a sword made much more sense after William admitted that). But Tara and to a lesser extent, Willow, were absolutely terrified of them.
According to Graham's report, the guy had waved a gun at them, pointing it all the kids, but when it got to Tara, the blonde freaked out, the guy laughed, and William and Alexander jumped him. Angel, Riley, Graham, Kendra, and Faith had gone to help and soon enough, they had the one guy bound and gagged on the ground. They then split up and captured the other two men in the house and waited for the patrol guys to come back in.
“The only phone in the place got crushed when that guy was trying to get Anya off him,” was the explanation they got for why they didn't call for help.
“Besides, who were we gonna call? We don't know any numbers here and I doubt the police would have taken us seriously,” Angel pointed out. “We're just kids.”
“The police were notified about the situation,” Jackson told him. “Even if they hadn't, you should have called them anyway.”
The kids were generally baffled by this and John wasn't sure he wanted to know why. Instead, he gathered Anya, Cordelia, and Willow to him again.
“Do you guys have middle names?” he asked, because, really, what else was he supposed to ask when his girls proved they were a match for highly trained black ops soldiers?
“Elizabeth,” Anya, Cordelia, and Willow supplied at the same time which resulted in a heated argument about who was being named for Weir (he didn't ask how they knew about her). It ended with much hair pulling and yelling and a black eye John didn't know who had given him.
~~~*~~~
The aborted kidnapping proved several things. First and foremost, it proved the Trust had spies in the mountain since no one except those in the mountain knew the kids, parents, and adopted aunts/uncles were going shopping. Not even Woolsey, Davis, and Hayes had known.
Second, it proved to Hayes just how big of a threat the Trust could truly be. In theory the President knew but the fact they had directly disobeyed his orders that the children be left alone told him just how far the Trust was willing to go to seize power. Therefore, Hayes had ordered that a team be devoted specifically to rooting out the members and put an end to the Trust once and for all. The screening for the team was going to be intense but so classified very few people would know about it.
Third, and most importantly to John and Rodney, it showed him just how smart and devious their kids were.
“You did what?” Rodney demanded. Cadman and Teyla each had a little girl in front of them, hair ties and brushes at their sides as they braided Anya's long blonde hair and redid Kendra's cornrows. Vivian was in Rodney's arms; the man refused to let her go. The four girls eyed them.
“I stuck one of the transmitters Colonel Mitchell gave us to the bottom of the van of the guys took us in,” Anya repeated. Kendra murmured something about holding her legs. A quick glance and John and Ronon decided not to ask.
“After I re-activated it, of course because they knew we had them and shut them down,” Willow added, looking through the window to where Kavanagh was in ICU. Willow was one of the kids the scientist had been shielding when he was shot (Faith was the other) and the redhead refused to leave the observation room which led to Rodney not leaving and the rest of their team joining them. It helped that Jeanie was only a few rooms away.
“Wills and Oz also hacked their security system,” Cordelia piped up and poked her. “You still have the disks, right?”
The disks turned out to be everything Willow and Oz were able to download from the Trust laptops that had been in the house. The same laptops that had self-destructed halfway to the mountain—a security measure meant to erase all the information, Carter had said. If the two kids hadn't done what they had, they wouldn't have gotten the location of all their safe-houses, information on a few of the ring leaders, and the fact the Trust were nearly finished building a Daedalus class ship down in Africa.
~~~*~~~
“Hi.”
“Hi.”
John and Rodney exchanged amused looks as Jeanie and Willow stared at each other from across the conference room. Jeanie had given her report, signed an insane amount of papers, and now they were just waiting for her clearance to leave to go through. Rodney had decided then was as good a time as any to introduce his sister to his daughters, especially since Kavanagh had finally woken up and Willow was okay with leaving. Anya and Cordelia were on either side of John's legs, watching quietly as Vivian patted Rodney's chest happily.
“You have Mer's nose,” Jeanie said out of no where. Willow smiled shyly.
“No, I don't, but its nice of you to say so,” she demurred. Rodney and John both snorted which caught Jeanie's attention. Or, more accurately, the baby in Rodney's arms caught her attention.
“We'll discuss the McKay family nose later,” Jeanie murmured to Willow; her eyes were soft as she gazed at the little girls. “Now show me your sister.”
“That's Vivian,” Willow said easily as Rodney handed her over. “And that's Cordy and Anya but we're not sisters.”
“Yet,” Cordelia added. John tuned out Anya's comment about them and sex—if he couldn't hear it, she didn't say it. Jeanie didn't seem to agree with this sentiment as her eyebrows rose to her hairline.
“Mer?” Jeanie asked, eyebrow raised as Vivian caught a stand of her hair. “Something you want to tell me?”
“You mean she doesn't know?!” Cordelia demanded.
“How is that even possible?” Willow added her credulousness.
“Yeah, even I could tell and my gaydar doesn't work,” Anya supplied. John looked at Vi out of the corner of his eye, half expecting her to add her two cents as Rodney sputtered and Jeanie smiled. After everything else that had happened that day, it wouldn't be surprising.
“Poo!”