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Buffy rolled herself down the hallway, perfectly aware that Greg was limping along behind her. It wasn't that he was calling out for her to stop. It was the steady irregularity in his footsteps, and the little squeak of rubber on tile that sounded. She easily made it to the elevator and pushed the "up" button. The doors whooshed open and she wheeled herself inside, House following her.

He didn't say anything as she pushed the button for the top floor. As much as she loved both of the vampires who were probably dueling over her at the moment, she knew that they would break her heart again, rubbing salt into still fresh wounds. Whistler's words echoed in her mind…maybe it was time to move on. Buffy raised her head to peer at the metallic doors, her hollow eyes stared back, and the figure behind her was looking down at her.

The elevator shuddered to a stop and the doors opened, she rolled out of the confined space and searched the deserted corridor. A door marked with one word in a discouraging red color beckoned her. "Roof" peace, that was what she needed, not the painfully white ceiling of this sterile building, she needed warm, dark familiarity, the night sky and the noises that came with it.

The slayer pulled the door open and rose from the wheelchair. She went up the stairs with only a little lingering pain.

"You're going to kill yourself!" House's exasperated voice called after her.

She ignored him and as expected he followed her, his leg not hindering him nearly as much as he pretended it usually did. She couldn't help but grin…maybe one day she could help him. She could do a lot with her power, she had learned in the past few years. That brought her back to just before the Scoobies had gone up against The First. She had helped Willow heal…she'd done it again with victims in the past year. Maybe just maybe…if he would let her…

She burst out onto the roof of the hospital, the cool, clean air nearly choking her. She moved over the brick "railing" and leaned against it. She felt Greg move next to her, and out of the corner of her eye she watched him stare intently at his feet. He was thinking, which meant she was about to be put under a proverbial microscope.

"Because you're not bleeding out on the ground, my guesses are a, you're an alien; b, your brain is damaged and it's telling your body it's fine; or c, everything I know about you is a lie," he finally looked up and stared me in the eyes, "and for some reason, I really hope it isn't c."

I took a deep breath, "Not everything. I need to know if you really want to hear the truth, or do you want to walk away right now."

"It would be more of a limp after the stairs and kneeling for an hour or two. I think I'll keep what little dignity I have left," he told her.

She chuckled softly, "You remind me so much of Spike."

"The bleach blonde Billy Idol wannabe!" it was an indignant question.

Buffy rolled her eyes, "I guess that's as good a place as any."

House raised an eyebrow, "Hn?"

"Billy Idol stole the look from Spike," she looked him square in the eye, face perfectly straight.

"That's impossible!"

"Impossible no. Improbable yes, but true, just like most of my life. The world didn't start out like the bible says. It wasn't a paradise. It was hell, demons walked unchained upon the earth, scorching the ground," Buffy stared up at the few stars.

House's face was guarded.

"The demons died out eventually, but the last one mixed its blood with a human to create a vampire. Vampires spread like the plague, eventually something was created to fight them…a girl. There has always been one, when one dies, another is chosen."

He shrugged, "Kind of like the lottery…if you weren't insane and this was all true. Which might explain why Cuddy always has her panties in a wad…she's the devil."

Buffy let out a shocked laugh, "She's more of a fluffy kitten in my books."

House still shuddered, "That's even scarier…"

Both were silent for a moment, Buffy trying to figure out how to explain the rest of her life while the good doctor wondering where Wilson hid his vicodin.

"If what you say is true where are you in all of this?" his voice broke the silence.

"I'm that girl…you stab me and I heal right back up," her words were laced with bitterness.

"So you're a human sponge…sweet…you know, if I believed any of this."

It only took one look at his face to tell that he did believe it, "Spike, he's a vampire, so is Angel."

"Even if I did believe your brain damage induced ramblings, wouldn't them caring for you go against the rules," Greg was leaning half over the rail.

"You're not wrong. They have souls. When a vampire is sired, the soul leaves and the demon takes control, it has your memories, it walks and talks like you, but it isn't you. Some vampires are more resistant to the demon and retain certain undesirable characteristics such as love and compassion," Buffy sighed, kind of getting tired of exposing the ills of the world to innocents…well as innocent as a cynical doctor can be.

"So that night in the graveyard…"

"Slaying vampires."

"And you're a self admitted necrophiliac."

The slayer's eyes widened, "I never said that, besides, it's not like they just lay there."

"Ha! So you do admit it!" House pointed.

How did he have the ability to make her go from serious to piss happy in three seconds?

"Get your laughs out, unless you have the stones to step up and prove your better than a vampire," she giggled.

House snorted, "But vampires are a figment of your imagination."

"What do you want, proof, well take a good look, do I look like I just came out of a coma?"

"I don't know, to be sure I would have to do a full physical."

Apparently he also had the uncanny ability to take her from annoyed to warm and tingly in two seconds…not a bad talent.

She must have zoned out for a moment because she started to hear his low, rumble of a voice, "Can I stab you? I think that would be proof enough. Either you let me do it and you heal or I don't believe you."

Buffy's jaw dropped, "I'm not going to let you stab me!"

He gave her a triumphant look, "Told you so."

She ignored him, "We should go back. I'm surprised the hospital is still standing. I've seen spike bring a house down around him without meaning to. If Spike and Angel start anything this place will be leveled."

House rolled his eyes, "Yeah...right."

The slayer gently stretched her limbs and moved back towards the stairs and into the fluorescent lit hospital. She blinked quickly as her eyes adjusted.

"Get back in the chair and we'll go."

She shook her head, "Nah, I'll have to explain my miraculous recovery to them anyways, besides this will get them to shut up."

House fell into step beside her, and waved her into the elevator, "Well apparently we know who wears the pants in this relationship."

Buffy froze and twisted her neck so she could look at him as he stared straight ahead, "Greg, we don't have a relationship."

He squared his shoulders almost defensively, "You must have hit your head harder than I thought."

She didn't stop staring, "Straightforward answer please, it's been a long day."

"I haven't asked anyone out on a date of my own volition in god and Wilson only know how long," he breathed out.

"Oh," was all she replied, "But I'm crazy, remember?"

"Everybody lies."

They rode in silence as Buffy pondered exactly what is Oz like answer had meant.

When the elevator doors opened they could hear the faint echo of shouting from Buffy's room.

She rubbed her eyes with one hand before stalking off, House shadowing her.

"So, can I stab you?"

"No!"

"Come on," Doctor House whined.

"No means no."

"Except when it means yes, which it does right now."

"Don't think about it."

"So I'm supposed to think about it…okay."

Buffy sighed, "I don't think you're supposed to want to stab your girlfriend."

House shrugged his shoulders and spoke with all seriousness, "Meh…I'm not normal."

Buffy rolled her eyes, the tiniest hint of a smile playing on her face, "Obviously, and your damned proud of it."

I took a look at what I had written today and I got this awful image stuck in my head, but it didn't fit in this chapter, so I decided to put it in one of the later chapters. Of course my little brain childe spawned and you got the rest of this playful chapter. I know it isn't the most original way to tell of Buffy's secret, but it anyone has ideas on how to tell the gang(not Scooby) message me.

Oh, and by the way this is a pretty anti Scooby fic, I had issues when I started writing this, and I felt that it would be wrong to make them all friendly in the middle, so the Scoobies won't ever show up unless I get a really good idea or someone tells me something really creative. Oh, I am not Anti-Andrew…cause who could ever be angry at him?!

Hope you all enjoyed!