Run Away, Run Away
Spoilers- BTVS- S2
SG1- General
Disclaimer- Characters don't belong to me; I just like to play with them.
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Buffy stood inn front of he bus depot's departure notices. There were two buses leaving in the next twenty minutes. One was going to L.A. and the other to Colorado Springs.
If she bought a ticket to L.A. she'd still have enough money left to get a hotel room for a couple of days, so long as she didn't mind sharing with a cockroach or two. Then she could find a job, rent an apartment and forget about Buffy Summers. Forget about slaying, about vampires, demons, werewolves, ambush tactics, fighting for her life, doing homework in cemeteries, what clothes to wear to disguise the blood stains, what make up would cover the bruises and what new crappy excuse that, somehow, people would believe.
In L.A. she could forget. She could sink into some bland and normal persona. Someone who wasn't the Chosen One.
But that would mean forgetting about her mother, father, Giles, Willow and Xander… it would mean forgetting about Angel. Was she willing to do that?
"Next!"
Buffy stepped up to the counter.
"Can I help you?"
Buffy took a deep breath. "I'd like to buy a ticket please."
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Sam glanced up at the ceiling as the storm raged outside. She pushed herself further into her comfy chair. "It sounds like it's getting really bad out there."
Daniel nodded. "Yeah, thanks for letting us stay tonight, Jack."
Jack shrugged, the beer bottle in his hand bobbing. "Not a problem. Hey, T, where's that popcorn!"
Teal'c raised an eyebrow, not looking up from the flickering television screen. "I was not aware that I was to procure the popcorn, O'Neill."
"Packet's on the kitchen bench."
Teal'c didn't even twitch. Sam and Daniel laughed.
Jack sighed. "I'll get it, shall I?"
"Thank you, O'Neill," Teal'c solemnly nodded.
"Wise guy," Jack muttered as he pushed himself out of his lazy boy.
Throwing a dark glare over his shoulder, Jack strode into his kitchen. He grabbed the microwave popcorn and flipped the packet open.
"High… face down…" Jack mumbled as he hit the start button on his microwave.
He idly tapped his fingers on the kitchen as the corn popped. Eventually, the popping slowed, Jack pulled the hot bag from the microwave, cursing and sucking his burnt fingers as he tossed the bag from hand to hand. Cautiously, he pulled open the bag and tipped the popcorn into a large bowl.
Over the sound of explosions and gunfire that emanated from the lounge room, Jack heard the doorbell ring.
"Jack! Door!" Daniel called out, not moving from his chair.
"Thanks, Daniel."
Bowl held firmly in one hand, Jack yanked open the front door. There, standing in the pouring rain, stood a teenage girl. Her sodden hair hung in strings over her face and dripped over her equally wet and clinging clothes. She clutched at an overly full duffel bag.
Jack gaped at her, the bowl slipping from his hand. "Buffy?"
Buffy pushed her hair out of her face. "Hi, Uncle Jack."
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