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A Buffy the Vampire Slayer/Supernatural crossover, with a couple Angel scenes thrown in as well.

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Pairing: Buffy/Dean, Sam/Faith, Willow/Tara, Xander/Anya, and Angel/Cordelia.

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Disclaimer:I don't own either Buffy the Vampire Slayer or Supernatural (and as I forgot in my previous chapter, Angel), just couldn't resist making a story about it.

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A/N: So, in this chapter, Angel and gang arrive in Sunnydale, Sam and Dean have a heart-to-heart, Faith gets jumped by some vamps, Riley makes a brief appearance, Anya tries to show Xander how she feels about him, and Buffy finds out Faith is missing.

As always, please read and review, I love getting feedback!

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Sam was having a nightmare. This statement wouldn't usually be important, but for once it wasn't about Jessica, and it wasn't a vision. Sam knew that, but still, he couldn't wake up.

He was with Ava, they were running from the yellow-eyed-demon after he had slaughtered Brady. Ava tripped, but Sam didn't see. He was too focused on getting back to Dean. He could see his brother. He was standing 30 feet away from him, leaned against the Impala, and Sam was running towards him down a long, arched tunnel of some sort, but he couldn't identify it. He knew it wasn't important, but he'd rather focus on that part of the dream.

Dean was yelling something at him, but he couldn't hear. His blood was pumping too furiously, his heart was beating too fast, and his ears were rining too loud. When he finally reached his brother, all Dean did was point behind him, and with a sinking feeling in his stomach, Sam turned around, and saw that the yellow-eyed-demon had Ava. He held her by the throat, and with a chuckle directed at Sam, he promptly broke her neck with a sickening crunch.

"Ava!" he holldered, and the next thing he saw was Dean, above him.

"Sam, wake up!" Dean said, shaking his younger brother several times.

Sam blinked his eyes a few times, the last crunch echoing in his ears. "Dean?"

Dean let go of Sam and sat back down on his bed. "You were having a nightmare."

Sam stood up and moved to the bathroom. "Oh. Sorry."

Dean watched as his brother closed the door a little too heavily, and got up to stand next to it.

"Look, Sam, you don't have to apologize for it, but I would appreciate you talking to me about it," Dean said through the thin door. He could almost hear his brother rolling his eyes.

"Yeah, I know, I'm not the talk-it-out, chick-flick-moment kind of guy, but you're going through something here, and I just want to make sure you're alright."

Sam opened the door, and Dean took a step back.

"I'm just worried about Ava. About what the yellow-eyed-demon will do to her, if he hasn't already done it," Sam told his brother, ploppping himself down on his cheapest/only-motel room bed. "I just wish I had looked out for her better. I mean, she came to save me, and then I just let her go off and get-"

"Okay, stop right there, Sammy. You didn't "let" her do anything. You had no reason to suspect that she was in danger, or that she even had anything to do with the demon. You said it yourself, her mother wasn't killed in a house fire, which means she doesn't fit the pattern. What happened to her and her boyfriend is horrible, but it's not your fault. We got there as soon as we could," Dean told him, squeezing his shoulder in comfort, wishing he was better at it. "You need to believe that."

Sam sat there still for a while, and Dean wished he knew what was going on in his brother's head. He was about to try and do some more convincing when Sam said, "You're right."

Dean almost did a double-take, but decided this wasn't the time for jokes.

"I am?"

Sam nodded. "I do wish I could have saved her, but you are right. I mean, even if we had gotten to her in time, or known that she was a target, without the colt, we have no chance of killing the demon. So, you're right. There's nothing we could have done."

Dean sighed happily. "Well, alright. What do you say we get cracking on this case? Kill us some vampires?"

Sam graced him with a half smile and nodded his head.

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Buffy nervously made her way to the nurses station desk. She wasn't sure what she should be expecting, but she knew that something was wrong. She could feel it.

"Excuse me," she said to the closest woman in scrubs. "I'm looking for a, uh, friend of mine. Her name is Faith ..."

Oh my god, I don't even know her last name ... or if Faith is even her first name.

"Um, she's been in a coma for several months, I was just wondering if you knew -"

"The young lady you're referring to is no longer in this hospital," the nurse told her, looking back at her computer screen.

Buffy blinked a few times, a sinking feeling in her stomach. "Do you know where she is?"

"No,' the nurse said.

Buffy was starting to get annoyed. "Well can you tell me who her doctor is?"

"Was."

"What?" Buffy asked as paramedics wheeled a girl by them with serious blood loss.

The nurse replied, "Who her doctor was. The patient left the hospital early this morning without being discharged."

Buffy's eyebrows raised dramatically. "But she was in a coma."

"And now she's not," the nurse replied. "If you don't mind, Miss, I have work to do."

Buffy glared at her, but stepped away from the counter and pulled out her cell phone.

"You have to go outside to use that," the nurse snapped behind her back.

"Yeah, I'm on my way there now," Buffy shot back, throwing the nurse an icy glare as she left the hospital, and was promptly knocked on her ass.

"Oomph!" was all that came out of her mouth as another's weight settled over her.

"Oh, I'm sorry," came a deep voice from above her head. She ignored the small butterflies that deep voice gave her as the light hit her face once more, and she was hauled to her feet.

"So sorry about that, I didn't see you," the man said.

Buffy took in his features. He was tall (although everyone was tall to her), and very well-built, though hidden by a few layers of shirts and a worn denim jacket.

"Oh, you dropped this," he said, and then swooped down to pick up her phone.

"Oh, uh, thank you. Sorry, that was my fault, I was looking the other way," she said, pocketing her cell.

"I'm fine," he said. "You?"

"Yeah," she said. "I don't bruise easy. I'm Buffy, Buffy Summers. I don't think I've seen you around before."

"No, me and my brother are new in town. Road tripping. I'm Dean ... uh, Winchester," he added with a lopsided smile as he extended his arm.

Buffy shook it, and had to work to ignore the spark of tingles that were igniting in her hand where his skin met hers.

"Well, it's nice to crash into you, Dean," she said, an air of flirtation. "Maybe we can do it again some time."

Dean nodded. "Yeah, maybe."

Buffy gave him one more smile as she walked past him out the door, and Dean was grateful she left when she did, otherwise she would have seen the blush that was beginning to creep up his neck.

Sam walked up behind him. "Hey, I got the IDs," he said, slipping Dean his as he patted him over his shoulder.

"Huh?" Dean asked. "Oh, thanks."

Sam gave his brother a strange look. "What's up?"

"Oh, I uh, just met that Summers girl," Dean told him.

"What? How?"

Dean smirked. "We bumped into each other ... literally. She was on her way out. Don't know why she was here."

Sam eyed his brother suspiciously. "Why do I get the feeling there's more to this?"

Dean said, "Oh, it's nothing. She's just a lot hotter than Ash made her sound."

"Oh, come on Dean!" Sam said, his voice a little louder than need be. "You have got to be kidding me!"

"Oh, get over it, Sammy, it's not like I asked for her number," Dean said, making his way to the nurse's station.

Sam followed. "Dude, you already have her number. And address. Ash gave them to you!"

"That's not even the point," Dean said. And then turning his attention to the red-haired nurse in front of him, whose attention suddenly perked towards him, he said, "Hello, we're looking for a patient that was just brought through here, severe blood loss ..."

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"Xander."

No movement.

"Xander, wake up," she prodded his shoulder lightly.

"Mmhphm..." was his response.

"Xaaanderrr," she cooed, tracing her fingers over his chest lightly before making her way down his abdomen.

"And I'm awake," he said, smiling lightly.

Anya smiled. "What do you want for breakfast?"

Xander looked surprised. "You're going to make me breakfast?"

She nodded enthusiastically. "Well, lunch, really, but it's your first meal of the day, so we could still call it breakfast."

"Oh," he said.

"What?" she asked him. "What's wrong?"

He shook his head. "Nothing ... just usually in the movies when you get a wake-up call like that, it means sex."

"Oh," she said. "We could have sex if you want."

She began getting friendly with Xander, and he found himself stopping her, for some insane reason.

"What? I thought you wanted sex?"

"Well, yes, but Giles is upstairs, and Willow could come back from her friends' any time," he explained. "Should we be wondering about this friend that she goes to visit first thing in the morning, and none of us have met?"

"Oh, right ... do they really have to stay here?" she complained.

Xander sighed. "Well, until this stuff with the army boys is taken care of -"

"Taken care of?" came yet another deep voice.

"Riley!" Xander exclaimed, suddenly hyper aware of Anya's state of undress. "You're back! How did you get out?"

"I walked out," he said, passing Anya her shirt and sitting down on Spike's old make-shift bed.

"They didn't try to stop you?" he asked.

"Well, they tried," Riley answered. "But I wasn't having any of it. So, where's Buffy?"

"She and Willow stayed at the dorm last night," Anya said.

"Trying to flush out ... well, you guys," Xander finished.

Riley nodded. "And how's that working out for her?"

"You could ask her yourself."

Riley turned and saw Buffy standing in the doorway of Xander's basement.

"Hey," he said, standing.

"Hey back," she said, still in the doorway as Giles came down the stairs.

Riley shrugged. "Planning on crossing the threshold any time soon?"

"Actually, if you don't mind, I was hoping for a minute alone with Xander and Anya," she said. "Willow's on her way, if you don't mind waiting outside for a minute?"

"Something you can't talk about in front of me?" he questioned.

"It's just personal ... history with us and all," she said. "I'll fill you in later, just now I kind of need to talk to them about it."

"Okay," he said, attitude dripping from his voice. Never mind that I just turned my back on two of my closest friends for you. "I'll be outside if you decide you can use me."

Buffy side-stepped to let him pass, but otherwise barely acknowledged his presence. I need to talk to him about "us", but now is so not the time.

They only had to wait a few more minutes for Willow to arrive, Tara in tow, though politely asked to wait with Riley, and then Buffy sat them all down around Xander's bed.

"Buffy, what is this all about?" Willow asked.

"Faith woke up."

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It was still early afternoon before Cordelia finally pulled up in front of the Summers' residence, but it was cloudy out, no sun peeking through, causing everything to look grey, bleak. Which was good. Angel didn't exactly enjoy making a spectacle of himself, walking around under a blanket and all.

Angel took a deep, preparing breath, and then lightly rapped on the door.

Joyce answered the door, and the shock on her face was evident.

"Angel? Cordelia!" She stopped as she didn't recognize the third. "I'm sorry, we haven't met."

"Wesley Wyndam-Pryce, Madam, I was your daughter's Watcher for a short time," he told her.

"Oh," she said. "You're that Wes."

He nodded with a tight grin.

"We're sorry to bother you, Mrs. Summers, but is Buffy home?" Cordelia asked.

"No, she and Willow are staying at Xander's for a while, something about some army people, I don't exactly know what's going on. Would you like to come in?"

"Sorry, Joyce, we don't have time, we really need to find Buffy. It's important," Angel said.

"If she calls you, can you tell her to call me?" Cordelia asked.

"Of course, dear," Joyce promised. "You know, I always like you, Cordelia."

"Oh, thank you, Mrs. Summers," Cordelia said. "I have always admired your perfect skin tone."

Joyce blinked at that, but didn't reply.

"Well, we'd better head over to Xander's, then," Angel said, clapping his hands together for dramatic effect. "It was nice seeing you again, Joyce."

"Yes," she said, ignoring the fact that the last time she'd seen him, she'd told him to let Buffy go. "You must come for coffee before you leave town."

Angel nodded, and all three piled back into the car.

"You know, we could just call her and tell her to beware of sword-toting men," Cordelia suggested.

"You know exactly how Buffy would take that," Angel replied, starting up the car.

She nodded. "True."

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"What do you mean, Faith woke up? You saw her in the hospital, and she was awake?" Willow asked.

Buffy shook her head.

"Well, that's vaguely ominous," Xander quipped.

Buffy sighed. "I had this weird dream last night, and Faith was in it. So today I thought I'd stop by the hospital and check up on her, but when I got there, the nurse told me that she had woken up and escaped like yesterday or early this morning."

"Wow, she wins a worst-timing-ever award," Xander stated.

"This isn't good," Anya said, gripping Xander's hand. "I mean, secret-government operatives are one thing, but a deranged Slayer is another thing entirely. We should be running ... fast!"

Xander gripped her hand back, but shook his head. "We can't leave now," he said simply.

"Too bad," Willow said. "That was the funnest coma ever."

Buffy crossed her arms over her chest. "Look, I'm not entirely ready to give up on Faith just yet. I mean, if she hadn't told me about the Mayor's weakness, I wouldn't have been able to stop him."
Her friends just stared at her.

"Look, I know you guys don't believe me about that dream, but Faith and I are connected, whether we like it or not, and deep down I honestly believe she's good. She can be saved," Buffy insisted. "And now that Wilkins is out of the way, maybe I can reach her."

Willow and Xander nodded.

"So, what's the plan?"

Buffy opened her mouth to speak, but was interrupted as an all-too-familiar voice shouted her name from outside Xander's house.

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Faith had finally found some decent clothing, and made her way to the high school. When she got there, she almost let out a yelp of surprise, and clapped her hand to her mouth as she surveyed the ruins.

Oh, Richard, what happened? she wondered, trying to figure out what had happened. You were supposed to be invincible. Nothing could stop you. And now...

She began to move closer to the school when a voice from behind stopped her.

"Now what's a pretty little thing like you doing all the way out here all by yourself?"

She sighed. I should have expected that.

"You really don't want to start something here, pal," she warned turning around. And that's when she saw how many of them there were.

Well ... this sucks.

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okay, end of chapter two. what do you think so far?

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