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Buffy lay on her side, watching Jay sleep. He was on his side facing her, one of his hands on her hip, the other curled under his head. She guessed that he was in his middle to late 30's and his body was in excellent shape. 'It had to be to keep up with her', she thought smugly. His chest was muscular and smooth. She lightly ran her fingers over his chest, enjoying the play of muscles beneath her fingertips.

Hearing a noise she turned her head and realized it was Jay's pants ringing. She started to get up when her wrist was caught in an iron grip. Startled she looked at Jay and saw his eyes were open and he was smiling slightly.

"You'd better let me get that, it's probably work." She nodded and he rolled off of the bed in a graceful move 'wow, what an nice ass' and she watched him dig through the mess on the floor for his phone.

"Damnit." He muttered and she giggled. He shot her a mock glare then barked, "Coburn" into the cell phone. "Yes Sir, I took care of it. If it's ok Sir, I'll send in my report. Yes Sir. Can I take a couple of days off Sir? No missions are on the schedule and I have leave accumulated. Yes Sir, I need a break. Mmhm, see you Tuesday. Thank you General, Bye." He closed the phone and tossed it back onto the pile and smiled at Buffy.

"Wanna get out of this hotel and get some food?" he asked, grinning.

She smiled back, "Food would be good. I'll clean this mess up and shower." Jay was digging through the clothes on the floor and came up with his ruined t-shirt.

"Hmmm." He said, eyeing Buffy who smiled guilelessly, "I think I have something for right now." She said and dug through her suitcase before throwing him an over sized Easter egg pink t-shirt. Jay picked it up, eyeing it with distaste.

Looking up to see Buffy's severe expression, he smiled, "Well, beggars can't be choosers. How about we jump in the shower and then we'll go to my place?" he watched her carefully.

She nodded, "Okee dokee." realizing it was another large step in their game.

That afternoon they checked Buffy out of her hotel and returned her rental car, then picked up Chinese take out. They arrived at Jay's house and Buffy smiled, it was an older house in the foursquare Sears catalog style, surrounded by blue spruce and low growing junipers. They walked inside and he went to check his messages. Buffy went to the windows and threw open the curtains, letting the sunlight flood in. She stood for a moment, enjoying the feel of the sun on her face, just living the moment. Jay watched as she stood there, the light from the sun turning her into a gilt statue that took his breath away.

"Hey, lets eat." He said, trying to calm down his racing heart. They sat companionably on the couch, debating the relative merits of movies (they both loved them), and Nascar. She was sitting cross-legged facing him and he smiled at her suddenly.

"What?" she asked in reply to his sudden scrutiny.

"You are so gorgeous. What do you see in me?" he asked in wonder.

Buffy put her food down and decided to answer this question carefully. "First of all, I liked your eyes, next you are gorgeous, thirdly you're normal." Jay raised his eyebrows and she chuckled, "Well as normal as you can be for being military."

He leaned forward and gave her a gentle kiss. "Thanks, I think."

Buffy bounced to her feet, "Let's go out on the back deck, I thought I saw a hammock" Jay stood and stretched, the t-shirt molding his muscles quite nicely.

She raised an eyebrow, "You wanna stay inside?"

He laughed and pushed her in front of him towards the door with a slap on the butt. "Now." She smiled a very female smile and let herself be led up the wooden stairs to the deck. Jay arranged the hammock and settled himself onto it, then pulled her on top of him. She rested between his legs, her head on his chest and just gazed at the stars. He nuzzled her ear, and then blew her hair out of his mouth, causing her to giggle softly.

"Mmm, I wish I didn't have to leave." She said quietly. She was surprised at the sudden feeling she had for this man. What had started out as a fling had begun to evolve into something more. It terrified her, and it comforted her. There was a life after Angel.

"Me too." Said Jay, conveniently forgetting work for the moment. Buffy carefully turned in his arms, wrapping her legs around his waist. This position served to rub against him, causing them to moan in unison, and the hammock to swing wildly. Jay kissed her and moved his hands under her shirt and caressed her breasts. She was busily unbuckling his belt and undid his pants, sliding her small hand in to caress him.

"Buffy!" Jay whispered in shock, and she shook her head.

"Ever done it in a hammock?" He laughed and let himself be seduced.

Jay awoke slowly, the sun warm on his back. His memory of the previous night returned and he smiled. They had made love in the hammock, almost getting dumped on the deck a couple of times, and then stumbled into the house, carrying their clothes and laughing like crazy. Once inside they had looked at each other and he dragged her into his bedroom to have his way with her again. Now he was on his stomach, facing Buffy. She was on her back; their only point of contact was their hands entwined between them. As he watched her eyes fluttered open and her head turned.

"Wow." Jay said.

Buffy asked, "What now?"

"You are so beautiful." He said simply.

Buffy shook her head, "Your eyes need examining. Too much of that military food or something." She replied.

Jay laughed lazily, "Whatever." He let go of her hand and taking some of her hair tickled her nose, and then jumped out of bed. They ate breakfast, aware that their time was getting shorter.

Jay looked up suddenly, "Trust me?" Buffy looked at him quizzically.

"With my life." Going with her heart with her reply.

He took them hiking in the Garden of the Gods, taking her to his favorite spots and they had a picnic lunch. They saw mule deer, birds, owls and a pair of wild turkeys.

Buffy sat between Jay's legs on the hood of his truck, watching the sun set, turning the rock formations into all shades of red.

"Jay, what do you do?" she asked quietly.

He sighed, wondering how to answer her question as honestly as possible. "I work at NORAD. Top secret stuff. Um, I lead a team for missions that sometimes involve great risk and danger, and basically that's about it. What about you?"

"Me?" Buffy thought about the Slayer stuff and grimaced, "I'm a High School councilor and I teach martial arts to a bunch of girls." She felt bad about not telling him more, but didn't know how to say it all.

As they drove home they held hands, each lost in their own thoughts.

The next morning she packed quietly, listening to Jay putter in the kitchen. She heard something clatter to the floor and a quiet curse.

"Ok in there?" she called.

"Yeah yeah." came the cranky reply, causing her to smile.

Buffy pulled her suitcase into the living room and collapsed onto the couch with a sigh. Jay came in, wiping his hand on a paper towel and sat across from her.

"I wish you could stay." He said quietly. His face was serious, but emotions stormed through his eyes, and Buffy decided to take the chance.

"Jay, can you keep a secret?" she asked. He looked at her carefully and got up to get sodas, handed her one, then walked back to the chair.

"Why of course not, my life is an open book."

Buffy snickered, knowing that his work at NORAD and his past was classified.

"Here goes. 'Into each generation a Slayer is born. One girl in all the world, a Chosen one. One born with the strength and skills to fight vampires, to stop the rise of evil and the swell of their numbers.' (A/N Quote from UPN site) Buffy said quietly, and took a sip of her soda.

Jay raised an eyebrow, "Slayer, vampires?" Buffy nodded, her hands held so tightly together that her knuckles were white. Noticing theis he sat down his soda and took her hands, rubbing them gently.

"I lived in a town on top of what is called the 'Hellmouth'. It seems to attract vamps, demons and all sort of baddies. That town was destroyed; remember the earthquake that swallowed the town in California a few years back? Well, now I live in Cleveland, on top of another hellmouth. I fight the baddies, destiny and all that. My watcher, his name is Giles, trained me. He's my father in every way that counts."

As a former black-ops soldier he was more than passing familiar with a certain top-secret organization that dealt with the supernatural, they kept trying to recruit him, so he just looked at her and said, "Cool."

Buffy wrinkled her nose, "That's it? You believe me?" she asked incredulously.

He looked at her and smiled, "Buffy, on my classified missions I have run into things that people wouldn't believe it if they saw them. No, I can't say I am surprised. So, are you any good?" he smiled at the indignation on her face.

"Hey, I'll have you know that I am the oldest Slayer ever, thank you very much." She protested, and then noticed his wicked grin.

"Ok, you got me." She sat down her soda, walked around the coffee table and sat on his lap.

"You are amazing. I wish I could keep you and take you home." She said, and kissed him lingeringly.

"You never know, I may surprise you sometime." Jay smiled and kissed her back.

SGC-

General Hammond read Colonel Coburn's report thoughtfully.

It was clear, concise and told him absolutely nothing.

Buffy Summers was born in California, parents divorced, mother deceased, one younger sister. Living at the present in Cleveland, high school councilor, taught martial arts. She was in fact in Colorado Springs for a Religious conference, nothing surprising about that, there was a large religious community in the Springs.

He couldn't place his finger on it but there was something more to this young woman, he'd bet his medals on it.