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A/N: Just a really short story. It shouldn't be longer than two/three chapters.

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When Buffy was sixteen, she became the Slayer, the one girl in the world destined to protect Earth from demons. Or at least stop the biggest threats from destroying the world because, as she had eventually discovered, the world was a big place and one girl alone couldn't take care of everything.

Luckily for her, she now shared the world with an army of slayers. Hers was a crazy and interesting life, don't doubt that, and she never has a dull moment. Buffy Summers had seen and heard many strange things, but after she picked that phone call, she decided that the current situation in New Mexico was going to her Top Ten Weirdest Situations.

Probably Top Five.

The blonde slayer stared at the wall and blinked. Recovering her voice, she asked Giles to repeat her words, because it was impossible that she had understood correctly what he had told her.

"A hammer. From outer space," she said again, still not believing it.

"SHIELD called, they thought we would be interested," came Giles' voice through the phone. Judging from his tone, he was also having problems with believing the situation.

The hammer was probably from her half of the world, but she wished that it wasn't. Buffy fell backwards against the bed behind her. She could send someone to check, of course, but SHIELD meant government and she simply didn't trust the government.

Not after the Initiative. Not after she had finally discovered what had happened with Marcie.

Don't get her wrong, she knew that Nick Fury had the best intentions in mind, but some things are not easily forgotten. Buffy hated the thought of the government anywhere near her playground.

"Do I have to leave now?"

"Yes. Unless you want me to send someone else?"

"No, I'll go. I'm close," she said, taking a look at the screen of her computer. "Plus, I think I'm the only one free at the moment." It was May, always a busy month for the Council.

"There's Andrew."

"Don't be cruel," said the Slayer.

"He's not that bad anymore."

True, the kid had become a good watcher in the last years, but he still talked too much. She wasn't letting him alone in SHIELD, both for his safety and the Council's. And SHIELD's agents sanity.

"Whatever. I'll pack and go there."

Buffy hit the red button in her phone and sighed. Totally not fair, she had just helped stop another end of the world. If you asked her, she deserved a break for at least a week. She rubbed her eyes and sighed.

A hammer. Why would anyone…

She picked her phone again and called Dawn in Scotland. There was always a group that didn't participate (at least, not actively) in the Apocalypse Season, and Dawn was part of it this year. Buffy had been part of the group twice; everyone was always restless during the whole month.

"Dawn? I need you to search about hammers. No, I'm not joking, I'll send you photos later."

If this was a practical joke by some Queller demon, it wasn't funny.

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The hammer was smaller than Olaf's, but it hummed with power and Buffy's fingers itched with the need of grasping the weapon and test it. It wasn't the same feeling as when she was near her Scythe (nothing could compare to that feeling), just a need that she had whenever she found a new weapon, like a child that wanted to play with a toy they had never seen before.

Now that she was away from the SHIELD agents and having breakfast at Isabela's Diner, Buffy briefly wondered what Willow would think of this weapon, of its magic. The Head Slayer shook her head and concentrated on the current situation. Her apocalyptic battle might be over, but it was still May and a powerful object had fallen from the sky.

To make matters worse, someone had already tried to steal it. From what Coulson had told her, the person was human, or at least, he had looked human. The photo, from a fake ID, she had been given was of a smiling blond man with blue eyes.

Buffy took a sip from her coffee and looked at the small laptop on her hands and replayed again one of the videos from the security cameras. The blonde broke into the lab that SHIELD had constructed around the hammer and reached for it. He tried to lift the weapon, shouting to the sky when he didn't manage to.

How curious, he looked so sure that he could lift it when he approached…

There was another video, this one from the interrogation after he had been captured by the agents. Nothing special, except the little jumps in the video when Coulson left the room and when he returned. Buffy rewound the video and frowned when she noticed that the man was moving his lips, like if speaking with someone else.

Her mobile vibrated in her pocket, a message from her sister with information about the hammer. Buffy's eyebrows rose in incredulous surprise when she read the message. She hadn't been expecting this!

Remember what Anya used to tell us about the Norse Gods? Said Dawn's message.

Oh, she remembered very well. It had been during the whole problem with Glory when Anya had decided to talk about the gods from her childhood. They had stared at her for a few seconds after that, when they remembered that Anya had been a Norse woman during her first two decades of life. The ex-demon had just rolled her eyes and commented about how everyone kept forgetting that she was the oldest in their group.

She missed Anya.

She noticed movement outside and saw the owner of the diner speaking with her mysterious blond man. The Slayer got up and walked outside.

"I can't believe it! Never thought that I would meet you here!" she said to the man. "Join me for coffee?"

Buffy smiled. She wasn't dealing with demons. She was dealing with aliens.

Best May ever.