Electric Pancake of the Chosen Three: It isn't crossed over with any thing yet. Right now it's kinda AU. But it will be crossed over in later chapters.
Chapter 2: Growing Up Again
Over almost the next decade, Shana continued babysitting the fated Chosen One, moving to friend and mentor when Buffy reached her teenaged years and had started complaining that she didn't need a babysitter.
Shana trained and readied Buffy as subtly as possible, encouraging her cheerleading and nourishing her imagination. Shana had continued telling Buffy of her life to come, albeit vaguely, in the guise of bedtime stories, which she still asked for, even into her teens. A couple months after Buffy's 14th birthday, Shana made a decision.
"I have to go to New York," Shana told Buffy one day, as they sat on some swings from the local playground.
Buffy looked at the woman next to her, who she had come to think of as her older sister. "When will you be back?"
Shana hesitated. "That's just it Buff; I don't know if I am coming back." 'Not here, anyways.'
"Why?" Buffy softly pleaded, struggling to understand why her best friend was leaving her.
'Because I have to make sure your first love is called into action," Shana thought sardonically. "Because, well, you know how I told you I was a consultant for the FBI."
Buffy barely nodded.
"Well, they need my help to catch a bad guy, a really bad guy who's hurting people, especially little kids and I have to stop it."
"But don't they have those psycho-whatever people? Why do you have to go?" Buffy left the swing, tears streaming down her cheeks. She started pounding the pavement; taking a route that would bring her home.
The front door banged open and Buffy pounded up the stairs to her room, her blonde hair moving behind her like an angry storm. She threw herself on her bed and buried her head in her pillow.
Shana came into her room a minute later. She sat on the edge of the bed, putting her hand on the girl's hair, but Buffy jerked away.
"Buffy, I'm not going away forever. I'll be back."
Buffy turned her head towards Shana. "Promise?" she said hesitantly.
"I promise. I just meant, when I said I was leaving, that I would be gone for several moths, maybe over a year."
"Swear," Buffy said, turning on her side and sitting up.
"Cross my heart, hope to die," Shana began.
"Stick a stake in my eye," Buffy finished. She had questioned Shana about her altered version, but Shana had just smiled enigmatically.
They joined their right pinkies together, let go, and then hugged.
"Do Mom and Dad know?"
"Not yet, I wanted to tell you first."
"Thanks."
"So are there any boys that you like?"
Buffy smiled, wiping away the last of her tears. "Well there's this one boy..."
