It's just so typical

Author: Santos J. Black

Disclaimer: I do not own Buffy the vampire slayer or Alias

Summary: Buffy/Alias crossover. A typical night in Buffy's life… right?

Timeline: in Buffy after chosen (the comics do not count) and in Alias somewhere in season 2

Pairings: Buffy/Sark

Notes: plan of being a series of one-shots with Buffy/Sark as the main characters

It was just another night in her life, another restless night that even though it was not her duty anymore she would spend patrolling the streets of the city she was currently on. Buffy sighed as she walked through a dimly lit street in the center of Paris.

"Great, just great" she muttered as she twirled the stake she was holding in her right hand. This seemed to be her typical night, patrolling alone the streets of a different city each month. Since they had left Sunnydale, she had chosen to leave behind the people that had called themselves her 'family'.

Sure, she had worked with them for a while but when the opportunity came she had taken it. Nowadays the talked to Dawn once a week at the most and never about anything slayer related. She did her job her way now, and they did theirs.

She sound of struggling at the end of the small street made her shot out running towards it. She was barely at the middle of the block when three shots were heard.

"What the hell…" it seemed like the person who had shot had just discovered that shooting was not going to help him this time.

The scene that welcomed her was not exactly pretty. A group of eight vampires had, who it seemed was the shooter she had heard moments before, surrounded. The guy, all bloodied from putting up a fight, was barely able to stand as he clutched his right arm with his left as he glared at the vampire he had shoot.

"Didn't your parents teach you to never play with your food?"

As her voice was heard the vampires' eyes turned from the bloody blond guy to her. She gave them a smirk as she took a fighting stance, the victim long forgotten.

One after the other they came for her. One round kick to one, a hook to another, a stake here, another one there and before soon seven out of eight where nothing more than dust.

"Slayer" the remaining vamp sneered as she turned to look at him. He had the barely standing guy in a lock as his mouth started to descend to his exposed neck. The intense blue eyes of the man stared right at her, the look on his eyes asking for her to save him.

As the vamp's teeth grazed the skin of his neck, the man brought his head back with all the force he could manage, making the vamp loose his momentum sending the man tumbling to the pavement. That gave Buffy the opportunity to send her stake flying to impale itself on the vamp's heart.

Buffy ran forward as the man lay still with his face smashed onto the pavement. She fell on her knees as she reached him, slowly turning him on his back. She place a hand on his cheek as she inspected his wounds.

He was at the most six feet tall, dark blond curls and the most amazing blue eyes she had ever seen. Those eyes were currently staring back at her as she looked him over. She gave him a small tentative smile, which he returned.

"Let's get you up" She said as she started to almost pull him up by herself. He nodded as he try and move as much as he could.

"So what was that" his crisp British accent making her smile as she put an arm around his waist almost carrying him as they started to walk down the street.

"Gangs on PCP?"

At his glare she couldn't help but laugh "Something your guns can't do anything against"

The man's blue eyes became wide in surprise as they entered a more populated area and a dark haired woman pass them, as if he was about to be caught. Buffy was about to comment on that when he using the fact that was practically lying on top of her pushed her against the wall and slammed his mouth onto hers.

Her first reaction was to push him away, to send him spiraling to the other end of the street. But the feeling she got the moment she felt him against her, the fire that the simple touch of his lips initialized was beyond whatever she had felt. His good arm took position around her waist as one of her hands made their way into his dark blond curls.

He separated from her to breathe, their lips inches apart both flushed. "Second time"

Buffy shook her head slightly, as if trying to get rid of the fog that had momentarily taken abode in her face. "Second time what?"

He smiled against her lips as he brushed them softly "Second time you save my life in less than ten minutes".

Buffy just raised an eyebrow as she pushed him farther apart, while keeping her arm around his waist afraid he would fall over. "Let's keep moving Blondie"

"I'm Julian by the way"