Author: gothfeary (a.k.a. Kat)
Title: Just the Muscle (3 of?)
Series: Chosen not to Fade Away
Rating: K.
Summery: It seemed she was only good at blowing things up, and beating up bad guys..
Spoilers: None.
Disclaimer: I own neither Buffy or Star Trek: TNG, I just borrowed them for my own evil purposes.
A/N: There! Now maybe I can get som sleep tonight!
237 words

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Buffy stood tall, well as tall as her 5'5 frame would allow. She carefully pinned the rank insignia on the collar of her black and yellow uniform.

"After all this time, I'm still just the muscle." she grumbled. With a final glance over her shoulder at the mirror, she left her quarters.

Left, left, a right, and then take the turbo lift all the way up; this new ship was sill so foreign to her. Stepping into the lift, with a calm and sure voice that betrayed none of her fear, from her lips slipped the name of her destination, "Bridge"

Seconds later, she stepped out into her new life.

"Lieutenant Commander Summers, the security station is just behind the first officer's chair." There was a faint, almost non-existent accent to her new Captain's voice, "Oh, and welcome to the U.S.S. Enterprise." Jean-Luc Picard smiled warmly at her. He reminded her so much of Xavier, she found herself immediately willing to stand by him.

"Permission to speak freely sir?" Her green eyes twinkling with a child like excitement. If only Giles could see me now, she mused. But he was off studying Slayers on Vulcan.

"Permission granted."

"This is a hell of a lot bigger than the last Enterprise I was on!"

The stunned looks followed her as she almost literally skipped the whole way to her station.

Well, Jean-Luc thought to himself, this should be interesting.

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