A/N Hi, I'm Moondancing Millie, and I'm new to the world of Buffy fan-fiction. I've heard you guys are a tough crowd to please, but I'm a huge Buffy fan, so be nice! Any mistakes (whether Buffy or grammar-related) feel free to point them out. I've given this to my proof reader super-fan Megan, but just in case...

This is set after Riley left in Season 5.

P.S. Yes, I'm probably getting annoying now, but I just need to say I mean no offence with the references to the UK. I'm British myself, so you know...

SUMMARY: After failed relationships with both Angel and Riley, Tara and Willow suggest online dating for Buffy. Relunctantly, she signs up, only to receive the biggest shock of her life. Maybe this Slayer is destined to be with a vampire after all...

Welcome to Please fill in your details in BLOCK CAPITALS so we can find you the best match possible.

Please note all details are confidential.

Name: BUFFY SUMMERS

Age: 21

Area of Work: - - -

Ah, now there's the rub.

Buffy paused. She nibbled nervously on her chipped nail, then minimized the window on her laptop. She found playing solitaire particularly comforting at times like these.

Because Buffy's situation was complicated. She wasn't unemployed, per se, more like employed by destiny.

But now that just sounded cheesy.

She pulled the window back up, and typed in cautiously: LAW ENFORCEMENT

It wasn't completely lying.

She filled in the rest of her details, then submitted her form. For the thirty seconds it took for the next web-page to load, Buffy thought her head was going to explode. God, who knew dating was so complicated? She wished that romance was as simple as slaying: simple, direct, stake to the heart.

MATCH!

Buffy jumped from the small PING! that came from her laptop. She clicked to open the profile.

Name: WILLIAM ( SURNAME UNDISCLOSED)

Age: 21

Area of Work: LAW ENFORCEMENT

Likes: Horror movies, Happy Meals, Manchester United.

Dislikes: Breadboxes, people who attempt world domination/apocalypses.

It also included his IM address.

William. It had a ring to it, she thought. Buffy-and-William. William-and-Buffy. As Buffy tasted the union on her tongue, she was met by another interruption.

YOUR MATCH HAS JUST LOGGED ON!

Buffy was unsurprised by the PING! this time. She clicked on the flashing icon, and typed her message:

Hi. I'm Buffy. I'm your match!

While awaiting a reply, she chewed on her lip - a habit her mother had tried to discourage before her death - and drummed on her desk with her half-painted nails. Please don't let him be a loser, please don't let him be loser...

Hi.

Well THAT was kind of lame. Buffy raised an eyebrow, and hesitated before replying politely.

Are you OK?

No I'm bloody well not.

Oh. He was British. Maybe that explained it. Never cross Giles in a mood. Maybe today it was raining in Britain, and William liked the sun. But Giles had said it "rained all the bloody time" in England. So there was really no excuse. He should be used to it by now.

You're not exactly appearing date-like material, William.

Buffy was sharp to respond. It was her first online dating experience, and was not going well. She knew from the moment Tara and Willow had suggested it that Buffy and the internet were un-mixy things. Just like Buffy and cars, and Buffy and the brand-new dishwasher that only Mom knew how to use...

Bugger off then.

She furiously closed the window, and went back to solitaire. Perfect match, her ass. Willow's cat Miss Kitty Fantastico would make a better date, and her vocab only extended to 'Mew'.

"Buffy?"

Buffy swivelled to see where the wimpish whisper had come from, and saw her kid sister standing in the doorway.

"What, Dawn?" Buffy asked irritably.

"Um, Xander's stuck. Again."

Buffy rolled her eyes, and stood up, before a muffled "BUFFY!" from the garden below, and she turned to Dawn. "What happened this time?"

"He and Anya had a fight, and then she kinda..."

Dawn trailed off as they reached the garden. The sight before them was far more entertaining than solitaire. Xander's face wasn't visible, instead, it had been hid by a small silver bucket, which Xander was - without success - trying to prise off.

"Put a bucket on his head," Dawn finished.

Anya appeared at Buffy's side. "Its his own fault," she said, shrugging her shoulders.

"What did he do?" asked Buffy, as Dawn began to help Xander.

Anya didn't answer the question. Instead, she asked one. "Am I fat?"

"No, Anya!" came a cry from Xander. "Geez, I said no!"

"You hesitated," sniffed his girlfriend. "Your exact words were 'Um, no.' What the hell was there an 'um' for? I can just hear you talking to all your sweaty, perfectly muscular construction friends: 'Anya is strange. She likes to fondle money and is too fat'."

Buffy rolled her eyes for the second time, and lifted the bucket off Xander's head easily. Xander - now adorably pink - breathed a sigh of relief. "Have I ever mentioned how cool it is to have Wonder Woman as my best friend?"

"Once or twice," replied Buffy with a smile.

She gave a Dawn a wink, then headed back up to her room. She was going to log back on, and give that William a piece of her mind. Nobody pissed off the Chosen One and got away with it...

But he was already offline. He'd left a message though, but it was only a line long.

Tomorrow. Dusk. The Bronze.

Buffy narrowed her eyes, then shut down her laptop. Tomorrow. Tomorrow she could give this William a piece of her mind...

A/N Let me know what you think! Even bad reviews are welcome. Just click on the little purple box below, you know you want to. Any questions I can answer in review replies - I always reply. Thanks, Moondancing Millie.