Prep

Jason couldnt believe this was actually happening. He had a power. People would do what he said. It was trippy. He told Buffy they were going to be a thing and she believed it. Hook, line and sinker.

Jason banged a fist against his forehead. Why did he say Buffy and her Mom were gonna be his sex slaves? How was he gonna make that happen?

Granted, all he had to do was talk to her. Once he used his power Buffy's mom would do whatever he wanted. Like Buffy was now. But that meant he had to talk to Buffy's mom.

So did he try and ambush her when she first got home? Wait till she got home and then talk to her? Or should he try and get in touch with her earlier? How would he do that? Call her at work, maybe? What even was her phone number? Or work number? Should he ask Buffy for it? Who else would have it? The office?

"Oh."

The office.

If he had the power to make people do what he said he really should visit the office. Fix his grades, last years grades... and the year before that. Jason smirked, maybe do something about Principal Snyder, the dick.

Sounded like a plan.

Walking into the office Jason put on a smile and announced, "Good morning all, it's your favorite person in the whole wide world."

He walked up to one of the middle aged women at a desk, "Could you do me a small favor and find the phone number for Buffy Summers' mom?"

The beaming woman nodded her head, "For you? Anything."

A few minutes later Jason borrowed an office phone and dialed the work number for Joyce Summers the office had on file.

"Hello?" A female voice asked.

"Joyce Summers?" Jason asked.

"Yes, who is this?"

Jason grinned, "It's the love of your life, Joyce, don't you recognize my voice?"

The woman gasped, "Darling!"

Jason leaned back in the chair his now adoring office workers had provided, "Hey, Babe, I just want to tall to you about tonight."

"Tonight?" Joyce asked in confusion.

"Remember, tonight is the night you are going to tell Buffy about us and how much you love and need me in your life."

There was a long pause and then a sharp gasp, Joyce sounded ashamed as she said, "I forgot! How could I forget."

"Dunno. Then again you always have been a bit of a blonde ditz."

Joyce giggled, "Sorry Darling. You know how I get."

"I do indeed." Jason nodded his head. Internally laughing about the fact that he knew absolutely nothing about the woman other than being Buffy's mom. "So do you need any of my help with planning tonight?"