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

Chapter Eight.

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Pairings: Buffy/Dean, Faith/Sam, Willow/Tara, Xander/Anya, and Angel/Cordelia. (PS, I might be working in a new pairing in this or the next chapter ...)

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Disclaimer: I don't own Buffy, Supernatural or Angel, just couldn't resist making a story about it.

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A/N: Okay, so in this chapter: Jo is in trouble, but don't worry we can't have any character deaths just yet ... mua ha ha ... anyways, someone tells Buffy about Angel/Cordy, more romance for hopefully all of the pairings, Ellen and Jo get into a fight (verbal), Faith explains to Sam all about the Mayor, and why she thinks she's the mostly likely one to turn against the "good" side, a new/old face pops up, and the house has some visitors!

Okie dokie, that's enough out of me, let's get on with the next chapter!

As always, please read and review, I live for feedback!

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Ellen knew she couldn't get to Jo in time. She watched in sick, slow motion as the vampire lowered its mouth to her neck, and Ellen closed her eyes, not wanting to watch the death of the only person left she loved.

Then she heard a sharp thud, and a crack, and opened her eyes to see Buffy standing over Jo, having just decapitated the vampire.

Jo rolled over, coughed a few times, having inhaled some vampire dust.

Buffy extended her arm to help her up, but Ellen rushed past her and hauled her daughter up.

"Are you okay?"

Jo nodded to her mother, not looking at Buffy.

Giles took out his vampire as Willow and Tara finished with theirs.

Buffy returned the hatchet to its place on her belt and looked around the cemetary at her team.

Spike looked fairly worked over, but he was smiling, so she moved on to Willow and Tara, who looked mentally exhausted, but otherwise no worse for the wear. Giles was nursing a few cuts to his arm, and Dean was getting up a little slowly.

She moved over to him. "Hey, are you okay?"

He put his arm around her shoulder, leaning on her. "Just winded," he promised, holding his chest with his other hand.

The group all came back together, and Buffy looked over at Jo.

"You alright?" she wondered.

Jo pushed away her mother's worrying hands. "I'm fine."

Buffy raised her eyebrows, but didn't say anything.

Dean said, "I'm sorry about that Jo, but damn those things are strong."

Jo shook her head. "It wasn't your fault."

Buffy, Ellen and Dean all noticed the change in her attitude, but none of them mentioned it.

"Okay, well, we should get back to the house," Buffy said. "We need to regroup."

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Faith's group made it back to the house first. They'd been to four cemetaries and found nothing. They were tired and hungry, so Faith had decided to call it a night.

Plus, Xander and Anya had been annoying the crap out of her with all their questions and whining, so instead of pounding on them, she decided she'd work over the punching bag in the basement.

She stripped down to her bra and pants, kicking off her shoes and socks, and started wailing on the bag.

She'd been going at it so long and hard, she didn't even notice Sam had come down the stairs until she felt a hand on her arm.

She whipped around and swung her fist, but he ducked quickly and she stood there breathing heavily.

"Sorry," she said, pulling her hair back.

"What's going on with you?" he wondered, standing back up.

"Oh, please, Sam, you've known me a couple of days. How do you know anything out of the ordinary is "going on with me"?"

Sam shrugged his shoulders. "Just a hunch."

Faith sighed. "I just, I don't know, that whole Prophecy thing has been making me think is all."

Sam moved to the bench by the wall and sat down. "Thinking about what?"

He tossed her shirt to her, and she wiped the sweat off her face then threw it back down, joining him on the bench.

"Last year ... some stuff happened, and long story short, I went dark side ... in a big way. That thing I was telling you before about Angel and the poison, well he wasn't evil then, he had his soul, and I ..."

She trailed off and jumped off the bench.

"Never mind. You don't want to hear about my drama."

Sam slipped off the bench and slid behind her, pulling her towards him.

"Actually, I really do," he said, kissing the top of her head.

Faith sighed again, "Okay. But just remember, you wanted to know."

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Angel, Wesley and Cordelia sat huddled together at the end of the dining room table.

"I'm telling you, it's too quiet out there," Cordelia insisted. "It just doesn't make sense."

"And I say I'm grateful that it's been dull so far," Wesley said.

"I gotta agree with Cordelia," Angel said. "Something's up, they're being way too quiet. Mean's they're up to something else, besides wanting to kill us all."

Cordelia stuck her tongue out at Wesley.

"Oh, come on, you're just saying that 'cause she's your -"

Angel cut him off, shaking his head sharply. as he saw Buffy walking in.

"She's his what?" Buffy wondered, helping Dean onto the couch.

"Um, his second in command," Wesley said. "What happened?"

The rest of their party came through the door, Giles going to the kitchen sink and running his arm under the flow of water, hissing slightly.

"Found a group of vampires and demons in a cemetary on the west side," Buffy explained, leaving a lingering hand on Dean's shoulder.

"Normal vamps, or these new guys?" Angel inquired.

"Normal," Buffy said. "Foreheads and all."

"Strong as hell, too," Dean said, starting to get his breath back.

Ellen and Jo were the last ones in the house, and they came in bickering.

"I'm old enough to live my own damn life, mother," Jo said, slamming the door behind her.

"I think I'll be the judge of that," Ellen retorted, grabbing her daughter's arm and leaning her up the stairs into Joyce's room so they could "talk" in private.

Buffy sighed. "They've been doing that for the last ten minutes."

Soon, yelling could be heard from upstairs.

"So, how'd you guys do?" Buffy asked Angel.

"A couple vamps here and there, no demons, no big nests, and no weird vamps," Angel told her.

"Weird," Buffy said.

Angel and gang nodded their agreement.

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"So ... that's it," Faith finished, looking away from Sam. "My whole story. Feel free to storm away at any time."

Sam looked down at the broken woman before him, and it almost broke his heart. Underneath it all, she was just a scared little girl, and everyone in her life had either walked away, or tried to hurt/kill her.

I would have reacted the same way, if it were me.

Sam moved forward and captured a surprised Faith in a hug.

"No, see you can't do that," she said against his chest.

"Why not?" he wondered, kissing the top of her head.

"Because then it goes and makes me think you're different than the others," she said, and titled her head up, pulling him down for a long kiss.

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"Sam, get your ass up here!" Dean hollered down the steps of the basement, and heard Faith and Sam break apart, breathing heavily, heard Sam whisper "shit!". Dean chuckled, and said, "No, no, take your time," and went back into the living room.

Buffy had come out of the kitchen a few minutes ago, after talking to Spike, and now Jo was in there, ignoring both Buffy and her mother, though at least Dean knew why she was ignoring her mother.

Buffy stood, leaning against the wall, watching the vampire and his "gang", with a strange expression on her face.

Giles, Ellen and Bobby were using good old fashioned knowledge, (books), while Willow was surfing the web for any demonic omens around Sunnydale. He had wanted Sam to come upstairs to see his competition in Willow - he had never seen anyone type or read so fast - but Sam appeared to be a bit preoccupied.

Xander and Anya were huddled by the tv, watching some reality show while sharpening stakes.

Dean looked over at Buffy once again, remembering the kiss she'd given him in bed. Very few things rocked his world ... but a simple kiss from her did that, and so much more.

But Buffy didn't look in the kissing or reminiscing mood.

She opened her mouth to speak, and it was directed and the vampire and the "actress" beside him.

"So, when were you two planning to tell me you were together?" Buffy wondered.

Awkward, Dean thought, looking from Buffy to the other two, who looked both shocked and a bit worried.

Yeah ... I wouldn't want to be them.

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Buffy and Dean were on their way to the Bronze. It was irresponsible, yes, but as Buffy pointed out, she was young, and had every right to be irresponsible. Dean whole-heartedly agreed, and off they went.

Buffy and Angel had gotten into a heated argument about his and Cordelia's relationship.

Buffy, having witnessed first-hand what happened the last time Angelus was brought forth, had no desire to experience that again, and didn't believe for a second that he and Cordelia were being "careful" in that department.

Which caused Buffy and Cordelia to get into an argument about her calling Cordelia a slut.

Wow, chicks can yell ... especially "empowered" chicks, Dean thought.

Giles and the rest of the "Scoobies" had tried to make her stay, but everyone agreed that an angry Slayer was not a helpful Slayer, and that maybe Buffy should go blow off some steam.

Oh well, as far as Dean was concerned, it worked out perfectly, because now he was going to the Bronze to dance with a beautiful woman. Yes, the music sucked ... but she would look so hot ...

They got there with surprisingly no interference, and Buffy practically threw her jacket into a nearby booth before motioning for Dean to follow suit, and follow her onto the dance floor.

They had been like that for over an hour when Buffy felt another hand on her shoulder.

"Riley, if that's you I swear, I won't hold back," Buffy warned, but she heard a girl's voice from behind her.

"Who's Riley?"

Great, just what I need. Buffy turned, and saw that it was, indeed, who she had suspected.

"Hello, Harmony," Buffy sighed.

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"Giles, would you come here for a moment?" Wesley asked.

"What is it?" he wondered, moving to the front door with Wesley.

"You might want to take a peek out the peep hole, Giles," Wesley whispered, clearly nervous.

Giles took off his glasses and peered through the hole. A group of people were standing outside on the sidewalk, staring at the Summers' house.

"I think we can assume they aren't friendly," Giles said.

"Agreed, how should we proceed? We're two men down, and one of them is a Slayer," Wesley announced.

Giles returned his glasses to his face, looking into the living room.

"Ah, Mr. Singer, Ms. Harvelle, could you join me in the kitchen for a moment?" Giles inquired.

Bobby and Ellen gave each other wary looks, but stood and followed the two ex-watchers into the kitchen.

"You could just call us Bobby and Ellen," Ellen said.

"Yes, well, pleasantries can wait for later, we have a bit of a situation out front."

"What kind of situation?" Bobby wondered.

"Hey, did you guys know we're being surrounded?" Anya wondered from the living room.

Giles sighed, having not wanted them to panic.

"That."

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Okay, end of chapter Eight. What did you think of this one?

And yes, of course Buffy saved Jo ... this time.

Mua ha ha.

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