OK, this is my first Buffy/Supernatural FanFic and I just want to pay a HUGE THANKS to Alcharma, who helped me out a lot during the writings of this chapter, and to twiztv for all the transcripts.
DISCLAIMER: I own nothing... Buffy belongs to Joss Wheedon and Supernatural belongs to Eric Kripke... This story was made purely for fun, not profit.
This chapter is what I would think would happen if Buffy stumbled into the Winchester boys when she crawled out of her grave... So this story is taken from the twiztv transcript of "Bargaining Part 2" but had been re worded and mixed up a little with the Winchester boy's.
Hope you enjoy the story and I would appreciate reviews and any criticism you may have, good or bad.
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Chaos erupted below: lightning crackling out from the portal, piercing holes in the sky, out from one of the holes flew a giant dragon, flying above the tower as they watched.
"Buffy, you have to let me go. Blood starts it, and until the blood stops flowing, it'll never stop," Dawn Summers yelled over the loud cackling of the portal below them. Buffy stared at her little sister in anguish. How could she watch her sister kill herself? She knew it wasn't supposed to be like this; Dawn was meant to grow up, get a good job, marry a nice man, and have lovely children. She wasn't supposed to be the Key to some hell dimension. How could Buffy watch her sister die to save the world?
That was supposed to be her job. That's what a Slayer is after all.
Buffy never had a childhood. She was never given the chance to be a normal teenager, but she knew that her sister could live a normal life. She would choose her sisters happiness over her own. Buffy frowned and turned around slowly. She watched the portal grow bigger and bigger and brighter and brighter and the sky grew lighter as the sun slowly rose. Buffy smiled peacefully to herself, knowing what she had to do, and she turned back to her sister with a faint smile.
"Buffy... no!" Dawn disagreed, wide-eyed, knowing exactly what her sister was thinking of doing.
"Dawnie, I have to," Buffy told her baby sister softly.
Dawn shook her head. "No!"
Buffy took hold of Dawn's upper arm, "Listen to me. Please, there's not a lot of time, listen." She paused until Dawn looked back up, tears falling down her face.
"I love you. I will always love you. But this is the work that I have to do." Buffy smiled again at her sister, whose face grew lighter in the rising sunlight. Buffy shuffled on her feet, squeezed Dawn's shoulders, and licked her lips. "Tell Giles... tell Giles I figured it out. And, and I'm okay. And give my love to my friends; you have to take care of them now. You have to take care of each other." Dawn cried silently and continued to look down at the metal floor as Buffy continued, "You have to be strong. Dawn, the hardest thing in this world ... is to live in it." Dawn cried harder, and Buffy once again squeezed her shoulders comfortingly. "Be brave. Live." Buffy began to smile, "For me." She finished, stroking the side of Dawn's face and kissing her on the cheek as she continued to cry. Buffy let her sister go and she turned. As she watched the sun poke its head out, she drew in a deep breath and ran down the platform, ignoring her sister's screams, before swan-diving off the end of the platform and into the portal. Electricity ran straight through her body; a piercing, white-hot electricity which sent her reeling in pain for a few seconds. After a while Buffy stopped moving, and she hung limply in the sky...
"Be brave. Live. For me"
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Buffy opened her eyes seconds later, what felt like seconds later, and gasped for breath and began scratching at the wood surrounding her. She looked around, terrified, realizing that she was trapped inside a box.
A coffin.
She clawed at the coffin, ripping the white silk fabric that covered the wood above her until she reached the mahogany underneath. Then she punched as hard as she could. The more she punched at the wood, the more terrified she became, and the more terrified she became the more she punched. Buffy clawed and slammed her fists into the coffin lid until the wood split and dirt spilled in, covering her body. Drawing in a deep breath she dug her way through the dirt, leaving the tight wooden box behind her and clawing for air, and just as she was gasping for breath, her hand reached the soft damp surface above. Within seconds the other hand burst out from below, and both hands grabbed and the surface and pulled the rest of her body out of the dirt. Buffy pulled herself up onto the grass and lay on her stomach panting, as she looked around fearfully at the place around her, not really taking any of the environments in but trying to figure out what had happened. One minute she was jumping into the portal, and then the next minute she was crawling out from the ground? She slowly got to her feet shakily - like she hadn't used her leg muscles in months – and turned around to look at the place she crawled out of. Next to the ground she pulled herself from was a large dark marble stone with silver words carved into the stone. Buffy squinted and focused her eyes as she read the words:
BUFFY ANNE SUMMERS
1981-2004
BELOVED SISTER
DEVOTED FRIEND
SHE SAVED THE WORLD
A LOT
Buffy frowned in confusion, wondering why her name was written on the stone, until she finally understood, and her eyes widened in shock. She hastily walked backwards, still staring at her name in the cold stone, but tripped over a broken orange porcelain jug and quickly got back to her feet before fleeing the graveyard. She had no idea where to run too.
Minutes later Buffy walked past a burning vehicle; the orange flames burned her sensitive eyes as she walked down a street in downtown Sunnydale that was littered with debris. In her eyes, everything was blurry and indistinct and she had to squint as she passed a long row of burning cars. Hearing a muffled yet thunderous roar she stopped in her tracks just as a demon rode past her on a motorcycle and threw a beer bottle to the ground that smashed at Buffy's feet, causing her to back away and scamper up another street. A siren suddenly wailed in the background and pierced through her head; she grabbed at her temple and leaned against a car on the driveway behind her. At the faint touch the car's lights came on and its security system wailed and honked. Buffy pressed her hands over her ears in pain, trying to drown out the noise, as the house lights came on and the front door opened, revealing a blurry figure.
"What are you doing?" he asked Buffy angrily. Buffy peered at him through her fingers. Even though her vision was still blurry, she could make out the shotgun in his hand. "Get away from there!" The man yelled at her, lifting up the gun. Buffy squinted at him; she was hearing what he was saying, but had trouble understanding why he was upset. "Do you hear me?" The man walked out further onto the porch. "I said get off my property!" Buffy just stood there frowning and squinting, to scared and confused to know what to do. "Leave us alone. Get outta here!" He yelled again, firing the shotgun in the air. Buffy immediately turned on her heel and ran off as fast as her shaky legs would carry her.
Eventually, she stopped running when the street was out of sight, but the sound of demonic cheering caught her attention, and she followed the noise. She was too far away to make out what was being said, but she could see several biker demons all gathered around in a huge parking lot with burning barrels and trash cans scattered around the parking lot. Buffy stopped when she was about a hundred feet away, and listened carefully to what one demon - who she gathered as the leader - was saying to the others.
"... So I figure, what better way to kick off our ... semi-settling-down, than with a little christening?" the leader growled,really violent swoop." He giggled. Buffy was now standing right behind a couple of the demons and the others cheered. Buffy caught sight of a couple of demons attaching chains to their motorcycles, grinning at each other as the cheering continued, and she walked closer to examine more. "A symbolic act commemorating the new order around here ... and ridding ourselves of any not-so-pleasant reminders of the old," the leader spoke up again. He held up a gun, a small pistol, and theatrically put a bullet in one of the barrels. "All in one quick, really, , but they hadn't noticed her, and she watched in curiosity, extremely confused as to what was going on around her. The leader held up the pistol, "Gentlemen, start your engines."
Buffy heard four demons start up their bikes. Seeing that a chain was attached their four back wheels, her eyes widened when she caught sight of herself standing between all four bikes. The chains that she had previously seen attached to the bikes were connected to her; one to each arm and leg. The four demons sat still on their bikes with engines rumbling. Buffy saw the other Buffy catch sight of her in surprise.
"Bye-bye, Slayer!" The leader laughed. Buffy took a step closer and watched the other Buffy call out her name, but she was unable to hear her over the rumbling engines. Then suddenly, the leader fired the pistol into the air and Buffy saw the bikers accelerate.
"No!" Buffy screamed hoarsely. But she screamed to late as the four motorcycles all moved off in four different directions, and Buffy saw the Other-Buffy's arms and legs rip from her body and her torso fly into the air. The demons that heard Buffy yell turned to face her. The leader smiled when he spotted her, and she looked around anxiously as the demons near her moved aside so that all the other demons could see her.
"Another one for the fire, boys," the leader told his minions. Buffy looked at the leader, alarmed, and figuring that they were planning on doing the same to her as to what they did with the other Buffy. "Tear it up." The leader told his minions nonchalantly.
Buffy backed away as the demons came at her then turned and ran down the street. One of the demons on a motorcycle rode through the crowd and cut her off her path, and as she turned to run in the other direction, she saw another one coming at her, this time he swung a chain over his head. Buffy decided to go with her gut instinct and she ran toward the demon swinging the chain and the other demon, the first one that cut her off, followed. As the demon swung the chain at her, she ducked, which caused the chain to whip the first demon that followed her in the face and he fell off his bike. The other demon stopped the motorcycle and helped the other up with an apology as Buffy ran for safety. She leaped over a large pile of debris and flung herself over a nearby fence.
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"Watch it!" A man yelled as Buffy dropped to the ground. When Buffy heard the male voice she froze, crouching on the ground, and stared at the two men in front of her through her muddy, brownhair.
"Hello?" Said the man who spoke a moment ago and moved a little closer but stopped when Buffy flinched.
"Are... Are you OK?" Another other man, a taller man with long shaggy hair, asked her, concern on his face, but he didn't move from his spot. Buffy stared fearfully at the two men in front of her, who both held shotguns, and then got up slowly and pushed them both out of her way as she ran down the road.
"Wait!" The shorter man yelled as the pair chased after her. Buffy ran into a dead-end alley and, realizing there was nowhere else to run, she hid behind one of the two giant warehouse dumpsters, keeping silent as she heard loud footsteps come into the alley.
"Where did she go?" One of the men asked as they reached the dead end. Buffy watched as the taller man crept around the dumpster and caught sight of her crouching against the wall.
"Hello?" He said as he moved a little closer. Buffy huddled herself, trying to hide deeper into the wall, with her hair obscuring her face. The man walked slowly toward her, and the other man slowly came up behind him. "M-My name is Sam. Can you hear me?" The tall man asked as he crouched down to see her properly.
"Sammy, she..." Buffy looked up at the two men, then back at the wall, and all around the alley, very nervously, to figure out where she was. When Buffy looked back at the man she now knew as Sam, she saw him smile.
"Hey, this is my brother Dean," Sam told Buffy pointing at the man behind him. Buffy glanced up at Dean before resting her head back onto the wall and ignoring them both. "What's wrong with her?" Buffy heard Sam ask when he left her side to join his brother. Dean looked over at Buffy and examined her: her black dress was muddy and in tatters, her black shoes were also muddy, and her long brown hair was shaggy and covered in dirt. "Dean, look at her. She's filthy. What happened to her? "Sam asked empathetically. Dean shook his head as he examined her face and hands. "What?" Sam asked when Dean said nothing but crouched next to Buffy and examined her bloody, skinless knuckles.
"Her hands" Dean said after a moment, "I've seen this before." Sam crouched next to Dean and checked out her hands too.
"Oh god," he grimaced.
"Remember in Jersey, when we checked out that vampire nest and we found that freshie?" Dean said, not taking his eyes off Buffy's bruised hands.
Sam nodded, "Yeah, we got there as he crawled out-" Sam stopped and his eyes widened in realization, "She... She-"
"Crawled out her own grave" Dean finished, watching as Buffy was still crouching fearfully.
"Is she a vampire?"
Dean didn't answer straight away; he thought for a moment, pursing his lips as he did so until he spoke. "I don't know, Sam. You'd think she would've tried to eat us by now instead of running us around in circles," Dean replied. Sam didn't reply; he only grimaced at the painful cuts on her hands.
"Hello?" Buffy glanced up once again and saw the two blurry male figures. "Hello?" Dean's voice was muffled in her ears. "My name is Dean... remember?" His muffled voice told her. "Are you human?" he asked. Buffy turned her head away, letting her hair cover her face again.
"Dean, you aren't reaching her, she's too traumatized." Sam said after Dean let out an annoyed sigh.
"Well, how are we supposed to know if she's human or not?"
"Welcome home, Slayer," a deep growl cooed from the other side of the bins. The two brothers stood up and turned their attention to the several demons blocking the only exit. "So, she's alive and kickin' after all!" The leader said, slightly annoyed before smiling, "Well, alive, anyway." He laughed. Buffy finally tilted her head up and watched the interaction between the demon and the two brothers. "Not looking too good, though, is she?" The leader said lightly at the boys, the sounds still muffled in Buffy's ears.
The Slayer watched Dean laugh, "I don't see you winning too many beauty contests," Dean held the sawed-off shotgun up at the demon, "...unless the Miss 'My Face Fell Off' pageant gets going." Dean laughed again.
The leader smiled dryly and pointed at the gun, "Nice shotgun you got there."
"The better to shoot you down to size, grandma." Dean said dryly and he pulled the bottom of the shotgun back and forth - a loud clacking sound filled the alley - and kept the gun pointed directly at the demon. Sam looked nervously at Dean then back to the leader who began walking toward them but stopped when Dean fired a shot into his chest. The demon just looked down at the holes in his leather outfit before smiling at the wide-eyed brothers and grabbing Dean by the throat and throwing him over to the metal dumpsters next to Buffy. Buffy slowly rose and watched Dean squirm and cough like he was winded. Then she turned to see the leader back handSam which sent him flying into the brick wall behind him.
"Now let me tell you something, children. We're not gonna fight you. We're just gonna hold you down and enjoy ourselves for a few hours." Sam groaned and Dean rolled to get off the dumpster, but the leader pinned him down by the troat and smiled. A couple of the demons headed over to Sam and pinned him up against the wall. Buffy stood up straighter, realizing that the two brothers were only human. Innocents.
"You might even live through it." The leader said to Dean as he drew out his claws, and Buffy walked out from behind the dumpster slowly. "Except that certain of my boys got some... anatomical incompatibilities that, uh, tend to tear up little girls." He looked over at Sam then back at Dean. "So, who wants to go first?" Buffy stood so she was in front of him, blocking Dean out of his path and glared at the demon. She'd had enough of his crap. The leader smiled and let go of Dean. "I was really hoping it'd be you," he replied then quickly back handed her in the face.
It was the same backhanded blow he delt Sam but all it did to Buffy was whip her head to one side. Even so, she stood strong and barely flinched, something that both shocked and impressed Sam.Buffy lifted her eyes and met Dean's confused green eyes for a moment until she slowly turned her head to once again face the leader, who was now looking a little uncertain. Buffy pursed her mouth together and her face suddenly hardened. The leader threw another punch, but Buffy stopped it mid-air, grabbing his fist and holding it immobile. Without a second thought Buffy punched him in the face with the other hand twice, then roundhouse kicked him in the jaw, and the leader just fell to the ground unconscious. The other demons look on at her nervously while Dean sat up on the dumpster and looked at Buffy, who still stood over the unconscious demon looking confused. Dean stared at her before looking over at Sam who wore the same confused expression on his face.
"Did we just win?" he joked dryly.
The other demons yelled and screeched and ran straight for the Slayer; Buffy kicked one of them in his chest, while Dean and Sam got to their feet, and Buffy blocked another demon's weapon and kicked him in the stomach. One demon ran for Dean who blocked the attack with his shotgun then drove the butt of the gun to its face. Buffy blocked a punch from another demon and punched him back in the face, then punched another one creeping up next to her.
Sam shot a round into the back of one of the demon's heads, who was about to attack Buffy from behind, before firing another shot at a different demon as it ran for him. A demon that Buffy had kicked away moments earlier drew out a knife and swung for her, but she grabbed his arm in both hands, paused to kick another demon away from behind her - who Sam shot seconds after - and swung the demon with the knife around and threw him into another demon and they both fell like bowling pins. Buffy then shoved another demon away, then ducked his coming fist and punched, ducked and punched the demon again until he fell to the floor.
Buffy was too involved in punching the demon that she didn't spot that she was surrounded by the other demons until they began hitting her with various weapons, and all she could do was huddle down on the ground under their blows until a moment of opportunitypresented itself. Moments later she sprung back up again, pushing and kicking them off her. When she was back on her feet, she kicked one in the groin, and as he fell, he took two more demons down with him. Another demon thrust a baseball bat at Buffy, but she grabbed it, used the tip of the handle to hit one demon in the face behind her, and then used the bottom of the bat to hit the demon in front of her in the face. While Buffy was using the demons as bowling balls, Sam was pinned against the wall by the throat from another demon until it was smashed in the back of the head by Dean's shotgun and fell backwards onto the floor. Suddenly Dean was grabbed by the shirt and was thrown down onto a pile of wood, dropping the shotgun as he flew, and the demon pinned him and giggled; Dean managed to get his feet up and kicked the demon off him and then leaped to his feet, grabbed one of the metal poles next to him and slammed it down into the demons chest.
Buffy turned from pummeling the demon with the baseball bat to see another demon fling a length of chain and watched it wrap around the bat. The demon then used the chain to pull the bat from her hand, and when she was weapon-less, the demon came at her with a knife. She blocked his stab with her arm, grabbed the knife-wielding arm and used the demons own hand to stab one of his fellow demons as he charged at her. Buffy then kicked out behind her, pushing away yet another demon and, as for the demon she held on to, she placed her hands on each side of his chin, grabbing as much skin as she could, then twisted his head around as sharp as she could, causing his neck to break. Buffy let go of the demon and let him fall limply to the ground. She then stopped and looked around at the several limp demon bodies scattered all over the alley. Sam and Dean slowly headedoverto Buffy, both still looking a little confused and also a little impressed.
"Well, they did say they wanted a massacre." Dean said lightly, resting the barrel of his shotgun on his shoulder and smiled broadly to Sam. Sam watched Buffy as she looked around at all the bodies. "Hey," he began, moving closer to her but she took a quick step backwards fearfully.
"Whoa," Sam said gently, holding his hands up, "It's OK." Buffy looked around at the bodies then at the brothers in anguish. She lifted her hand to her mouth and wiped the blood from her mouth, but tasting the acid, looked down at her hands too see them covered in the demons' blood. Tears began to form in her eyes; she looked back up at the pair before walking backwards then turning and breaking into a sprint around the corner.
"Hey!" Dean yelled as she disappeared from view.
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Buffy sprinted out of the alley and as far away from the demons as possible. Only the adrenaline started to wear off and her legs shook so hard that she fell to the ground. It took a while for her legs to stop shaking, but when they did, she slowly got back up and was about to carry on running when she heard a loud creaking from above. Buffy looked up and saw a tower.
The tower that Glory's minions had built. The tower that she had jumped off and killed herself to save the world. She headed to the tower and climbed all the way to the top, heading slowly to the edge of the wobbly platform and closing her eyes.
"Buffy... no!" She heard her sister's quivering voice in her head.
"Dawnie, I have too" Buffy mouthed, remembering.
"Hey." Buffy frowned at the voice behind her, opened her eyes, and turned her head around to see Dean standing at the other end of the platform, inside the little arch at the top of the tower. "It's me, Dean... remember?" Dean said, gesturing at himself. Buffy looked blankly at Dean, not really acknowledging that he was really there, but Dean stepped forward. "What are you do-" The tower creaked and shuddered under his feet, and he grabbed the pole next to him for support and flinchednervously when he looked down and realized how far up he was. Buffy stood completely still, her Slayer strength keeping her from falling, and when the tower stopped shaking, she turned her head back to the end of the platform and looked at the ground below.
"Hey!" Dean yelled, holding a hand out, "You don't want to do that" he said nervously.
Buffy didn't say anything, she didn't turn around, and she just stood still looking at the ground below her. "Don't jump, alright. Whatever happened to you, Sam and I, we can help you. Just ... don't jump. Walk to me and we can come down," Dean explained as convincingly as he could. Dean tried to move again to get close enough to her, but the tower creaked underneath his feet. "Come on, come towards me... Quickly, because I think tower must have been built by crazy bastards and I don't think it's gonna hold much longer" Dean tried to joke. Buffy still didn't move. "What's your name?" Dean asked trying to sound like Sam, Sam always got through to people somehow. "Talk to me. Say something. Anything" Buffy frowned and opened her mouth.
"Is ... this hell?" Buffy asked quietly. Dean frowned, unsure whether he heard her right.
"What?" Buffy slowly turned and Dean saw her green eyes for the first time, hidden in an anguished frown.
"Is this hell?" Buffy asked again only a little louder.
Dean smiled nervously then laughed, "No! You're in uh, Sunnydale... Me and Sammy were passing through and we saw all the commotion..." Dean took another small step, "Look, I don't know what happened to you. I don't even know if your human, but I do know is that you're one of the good guys. Now, whatever happened to you, whatever you've been through, it ... it's over now. You're-" The tower started to shake fiercely beneath Dean's feet. "Whoa!" Dean held onto the pole beside him. "OK, we need to get of this thing now!" Dean yelled nervously. Buffy turned back around and looked down at the ground again.
"It was so ..." Buffy frowned and spoke quietly, "clear ... on this spot. I remember ... how ... shiny ... and clear everything was." She shook her head, "But ... now ... now..."
"Hey," Dean cut her off, "listen to me, we need to get off here now." Buffy closed her eyes and frowned.
"Dean!" She could hear the faint yelling of Sam below. Buffy still had her eyes closed and kept frowning, trying to understand how she came back. Dean shook his head and moved a couple of inches. Again, the tower shook hard, but this time, a piece of it fell off.
"Screw this" Dean muttered before running to Buffy, whilst trying to stay upright, grabbed her arm, and pulled her back off the platform seconds before half of it collapsed and fell to the cement. The tower shook violently as Dean took Buffy around one bend and he looked around for a quicker way off. Above him he spotted a pulley with rope going through it; he picked Buffy up and wrapped her arms around his neck, he held onto her legs and took hold of the pulley in one hand before leaping off the tower. Buffy buried her head in Dean's chest, terrified, as they plummeted downward. The pulley suddenly stopped when they were at least fifty feet away from the ground. "Ah, crap" Dean muttered just before the bolt holding the pulley secure broke off and he and Buffy fell the rest of the way, Buffy held onto Dean as tight as she could until they finally landed, Dean cushioning Buffy's fall.
"Dean!" Sam yelled from the other side of the tower. Dean lay on his back gasping for breath, as the fall had winded him, and Buffy lay with her head on Dean's chest gasping. They both heard a loud creek and both looked up to see the rest of the platform break off the tower and fall toward them. Dean grabbed hold of Buffy and they both rolled out of the way an instant before the platform crashed in the spot they once lay. "Dean?"
Dean pulled himself and Buffy up from the ground and stiffened. "Sammy! You took your time." Sam stopped when he reached his brother.
"You guys OK?" Dean groaned and stood up straighter.
"Oh, peachy" Dean joked. Sam glanced down at Dean's side; Buffy stood still and stared at the concrete floor.
"What are we going to do with her?" Sam asked. Dean looked down at Buffy and shrugged.
"Take her back to the motel, try and find out who she is. Clean her up." Sam nodded then turned his attention to Buffy. He placed a hand on her shoulder to which she looked up at him, tears streaming down her face.
"Hey, we're gonna take you back out our place and get you cleaned up OK?" Sam said. Buffy didn't answer but started walking when Sam led her out and over to their car. Dean gotinto the drivers seat and fired up the engine. Sam helped Buffy into the back seat before getting into the passenger seat beside Dean. Buffy rested her head on the window and stared blankly out the car, ignoring the loud, fast-paced music that was blaring in the car until they stopped outside a small, run-down motel. Sam helped Buffy out of the car while Dean opened the motel room door, and Buffy and Sam followed him inside. Buffy squinted at the bright light inside and stood in the middle of the room while Sam shut the door, and Dean fell into a chair and sighed. Sam led Buffy into the bathroom.
"You can wash up in here, and I'll just get you some clothes." Buffy sat on the edge of the bathtub until Sam came back with a pile of clothes. "There you go." Sam placed the clothes onto the toilet seat and stood uncomfortably for a moment. "Oh, the, uh, shower's a little hard to figure out." Sam stood beside Buffy and leaned over the bathtub and fiddled with a few knobs before warm water came out of the shower head. "There's fresh towels in the hamper... Dean and I will be in the next room if you need us," Sam said before leaving the bathroom and closing the door behind him.
Buffy slowly got up from the bathtub and stood next to the sink, wiping the condensation from the mirror and looking at the pale face staring back at her. She didn't recognize the woman staring miserably back at her; yes, she had the same hair, eyes, nose and mouth, but there was something in her eyes that seemed to have gone out. She stood there staring at herself for a long time before sliding the black dress off and stepping out of it. She undressed and stood in she shower, right under the head so the water cascaded down her whole body, and she just stood there for a few minutes before picking up the soap and washing away all the dirt and blood from the fight. She then washed her hair with the small bottle of shampoo and conditioner and cried to herself as the conditioner ran out of her hair. She rested her head onto the white tiles and cried softly, remembering everything that happened before she died: her friends, her sister, her mom... Angel...
Buffy emerged from the bathroom forty minutes later wearing one of Dean's blue checkered shirts. She didn't bother wearing the shorts Sam left for her as Dean's shirt was rather long on her. Dean and Sam were both sitting at the small kitchen table eating fast food from paper bags.
"Hey," Dean greeted as she came out of the bathroom, "I didn't know if you were hungry but..." He gestured toward the brown bag in the middle of the table. Buffy smiled slightly and shook her head.
"No thank you" she said hoarsely and sat on the edge of the bed furthest away from the boys. Dean looked up at Buffy with raised eyebrows.
"Hey, she talks," he joked. Buffy and Sam smiled slightly. Then, asSam watched Buffy rub at the sore spots on her knuckles, he got up and took out the first aid kit from one of the green duffel bags stuffed in one of the wardrobes and knelt on the floor beside her. He took Buffy's hand in his and wiped the cuts with cotton wool soaked in antiseptic fluid. She jerked her hand slightly when the cotton touched the deep cuts but kept still as Sam bandaged up her hand and did the same with the other. She thanked Sam when he finished, and she sat again in silence as the brothers stared at her. "OK," Dean sighed and got up and sat on the bed opposite of her to look her in the eye. "I'd really like some answers" he asked a little serious. Buffy said nothing and just looked at the floor.
"Could we at least know your name?" Sam asked.
"Buffy..." She spoke after a moment of silence, still looking at the floor, "Summers"
Dean looked over at Sam then back to Buffy. "Buffy Summers?"
Buffy nodded slightly.
"OK, where do you live?" Dean asked. Buffy carried on staring at the floor like it was the most fascinating thing in the world and didn't answer.
"We could take you home" Sam added. Buffy rubbed her hands together; home? As far as her friends knew, she was still in the ground. She didn't reply. She simply moved up the bed and rested herself against the headrest, continuing to stare off into space. "You look exhausted," Sam got up from his chair and turned out the main lights, leaving only the lamps on. "Why don't you get some rest." Buffy nodded and got inside the covers of the bed and got herself comfortable and closed her eyes.
"I'll flip you for the bed," she heard Dean joke before she fell asleep.
The next morning the sound of a door unlocking woke Buffy with a start. She sat upright in the bed just as Dean entered the motel with three coffees and a box of doughnuts.
"Hey," he greeted Buffy as he shut the door behind him. Buffy just smiled and sat in the bed uncomfortably, listening to the sound of the shower running. Dean watched her out of the corner of his eye as she shifted uncomfortably in the bed and turned back to face her, a doughnut in his handand a small smile on his face. "Sam washed your dress and stuff for you," he said, pointing to the neat pile of clothes on the chair next to her bed.
"Thanks" Buffy smiled and gingerly got out of bed, taking the clothes from the chair. She stood uncomfortably for a few minutes while she waited for Sam to come out of the bathroom.
Dean cleared his throat and held out a doughnut to her, "Doughnut?"
"No thank you," Buffy laughed nervously just as the bathroom door opened. Sam came out of the bathroom fully clothed, his hair a little damp, and he smiled at Buffy.
"Hey, you're up. Did you sleep well?"
"I feel like I've slept for months," Buffy laughed nervously and headed to the bathroom. When she shut the door behind her, she could hear the brothers muttering to each other but instead of listening, she got changed back into the clothes she wore the night before. She suddenly felt uncomfortable in the long black dress. It no longer felt like hers, like it belonged to the Buffy who was still inside her coffin. When she came back out of the bathroom, the two boys were shoving on their jackets.
"We're going out for a proper breakfast before leaving town. You wanna join us?" Sam asked.
"Thank you both, for... everything, but there's something... I have to do," she replied, handing Dean his folded shirt, and she smiled at him. "Thank you"
"Don't mention it." Dean smiled awkwardly.
"We'll be leaving in a couple of hours. Maybe we could see you before we leave?" Sam asked, breaking the pair's eye contact. Buffy looked up at Sam and smiled.
"Maybe," she said before opening the motel door and heading into town. When Buffy got into town a few minutes later it looked nothing like it did the night before: The broken windows were covered in new panes of glass, the streets were rid of the burnt cars and debris, and all the shops were open as usual. Buffy stopped when she reached the corner and stared at the shop on the other side: Purple brick walls and the brightest sign in the street: The Magic Box written in bold red letters surrounded by yellow and purple.
At one point in her life, Buffy had felt The Magic Box was a second home. She had spent all her time there, training, hanging out with her friends. Now, when Buffy saw the shop, it felt distant and unusual. Buffy walked across the street and peered through the small shop window. Anya was chatting away to herself as she cleaned behind the counter, Xander sat at the table doodling and laughing slightly, Willow was sat on the black metal steps that led up to another level and Tara was sat beside Willow, tending to a few cuts and bruises on Willow's arms and face.
No sign of Giles. No sign of... Then Buffy spotted her walk past one of the bookshelves, a pile of books in her arms, taking them to the table. The Slayer's eyes started to well up; Her sister looked so beautiful, serene, nothing like the crying fifteen year old she had last seen. She looked... Happy.
That's when she knew what she had to do for her sister to stay that happy and safe... Buffy placed her hand on the window. "Goodbye, Dawn," she whispered to her sister, tears falling down her cheeks, before leaving the shop.
It was a little over an hour after Buffy left, and Dean sat on the edge of his bed cleaning all the weapons he had in the duffel bag next to him while Sam was stuffing his clothes into a green duffel bag. They both stopped what they were doing at a knock on the door of their motel room. Sam looked over at his older brother, clearly a little confused, before answering the door as Dean packed away the weapons quickly.
"Buffy?" Dean heard Sam call. Dean turned around to see Buffy standing in the middle of the room; she had changed out of her black funeral dress and into a dark green short-sleeved hooded top, light green combat trousers and white trainers. Her long brown hair was tied up into a loose ponytail and she was carrying a large black duffel bag over her shoulder. Dean smirked when he realized that the bag was almost the same size as her.
"It seems that I owe you two an explanation" Buffy said as she placed the duffel bag onto the floor. Sam shut the door and stood behind Buffy, sharing a look with Dean before looking at her expectantly. "I'm not a demon" She told them both but looked at Dean, like she owed him theexplanation the most. Dean looked at her with raised eyebrows, a little confused. "I'm a Slayer" Buffy answered his silent question. Dean continued to at her with the same expression. Buffy raised her eyes, "Slay-er? She, who, hangs out a lot in cemeteries?" She had used the same line on Riley two years ago.
Dean raised one eyebrow, "You're what now?"
"A Vampire Slayer," both Sam and Buffy said at the same time. Buffy and Dean looked over at Sam surprised; Sam pulled out a leather bound notebook from his jacket and flipped through a few pages and read.
"Into every generation a Slayer is born, one woman in the world to hunt demons, vampires and the forces of darkness... She possesses great strength and skill in combat... A Slayer is not to be taken lightly, she works alone... A Slayer and a hunter cannot fight in the same battle... Slayer's can be dangerous. They are to work alone," Sam recited from the book before shutting it and looking at Dean. "That's why dad said we should never come to Sunnydale... Because they already have a protector," he said smiling at Buffy. Buffy didn't smile back, and Dean was still trying to take everything in.
"Not any more" Buffy mumbled before looking at Sam. She moved across the room and slowly sat down on the edge of Sam's bed, fiddling with the silver cross she wore around her neck. She looked over at Sam.
"A few months ago... well it seemed like yesterday but I'm guessing it's been a while. I uh..." Buffy looked back at Dean and fixed her eyes on his, "My sister, she was this... key to open all portals between worlds and the only way for the portals to open was her blood... and the only way to close the portal was to stop the blood." She looked down at the floor and tears began to fall. "I didn't want her to die... B-Because she's my sister. My blood. I... Sacrificed myself so she didn't have to... to save Sunnydale from destruction. I gave up my life for Dawn... Then what felt like seconds later I woke up in a coffin." She looked back up at Dean. "I crawled out of my own grave. My friends must have brought me back... But they just left me there to crawl out myself... I-I thought if I saw them again then..." Buffy left the rest of the sentence hang in the air and hardened her face. The tears immediately stopped forming in her eyes, "They don't need me, they're better off thinking I'm still in my grave...And I think you two could use another pair of hands," Buffy finished.
"Are you sure you want to come with us?" Sam asked after a long pause. Buffy turned her head to look at him and nodded.
"I'm sure." She got off the bed and sighed with a little smile, "Besides, you two look like you could use my help... I hope you know I saved your asses with those demons last night" She joked.
Dean laughed to himself and picked up his green duffel bag. "Hey, we totally had everything under control" he replied.
Sam smiled at Buffy, who laughed at Dean's unconvincing remark, and grabbed his own duffel and headed to the car. Buffy and Dean both leaned in to pick up the black duffel.
"I'll get that for you," Dean said politely and leaned in to lift the bag.
"It's OK," Buffy smiled picking up the duffel and followed Sam outside; he was standing by the open trunk of a long shiny black car,and Buffy read that it was a 1967 Chevy Impala. Dean threw the green duffel over his shoulder as he locked the motel door. He then threw the key to Sam, who took it to the reception desk, and headed over to the car. "Nice ride" Buffy smiled, throwing her duffel into the trunk of the car. Dean smiled and threw his bag into the trunk, closing it and getting into the drivers seat, Buffy took one last look at Sunnydale before getting into the back of the car. As soon as Sam got in and shut the passenger door the Impala sped out of the motel drive-way and headed straight out of Sunnydale.
So... that's Chapter 1 and I hoped you enjoyed it.