Disclaimer: I do not own Highlander or Buffy, unfortunately. The reason I wrote this story is not for monetary value, but for entertainment only.
'You are now entering Seacouver. Enjoy your stay.' Buffy read the sign as she sat on the bus entering Seacouver.
She had decided on the long bus ride that she would continue with her Slaying duties here in Seacouver.
She remembered Giles telling her once that Seacouver had the least population of vampires. Maybe, if possible, she could keep a low profile with her Slaying duties.
She had no more time to think about things like that now, because the bus had pulled into the station.
***
While walking around Seacouver, she realized that no one would hire a seventeen-year-old with no working papers or driver's license.
Still, she had to find something.
***
A few nights later she was still working on getting a job.
She could afford to feed herself for about a week with the small amount of cash that she had.
She didn't have a place to stay, so she slept in the park with Mr. Pointy close at hand.
***
Just like Giles had said, there weren't a lot of vampires here. Buffy killed maybe one a night, unlike in Sunnydale, where she had been killing five or six at a time.
Buffy didn't know what else to do. She was almost out of money and nowhere to stay.
Just then she came up to a dojo. There was a sign in the door. 'Help Wanted. See Management.'
Buffy took a deep breath and checked her appearance. Then she walked inside, hoping the job was still open.
***
Duncan stood in his dojo, practicing with his sword. He brought it up and around in a wide arch.
Suddenly, his Immortal senses told him there was an Immortal nearby. Probably in the dojo.
He pulled on his shirt quickly. It had been an Immortal he'd never felt before.
He kept his sword with him, ready for an attack, and listened as he heard light footsteps coming up the stairs.
Suddenly, a girl appeared at the top of the stairs. She lookd to be about sixteen-years-old, but looks didn't mean anything. She could be four hundred.
***
When Buffy saw him, her Slayer senses started going crazy. But he couldn't be a vampire. The windows had no covering at all. She wondered what he was.
***
"Hello, I'm here to see about the job," the girl started tentatively.
"Hello. Do you know what the job entails?" Duncan asked the girl. No need to frighten her and, anyways, she hadn't attacked him. Her appearance looked a little rumpled, but other than that she looked healthy. She had a gym bag resting by the strap on her shoulder.
"No, not exactly. I just came to Seacouver a week ago," she said. "My name is Buffy Summers."
"Duncan MacLeod. Well, Buffy, what are your talents?"
"Well, I can type and file papers, if I have to. I am also an expert in martial arts, the crossbow, and throwing things with deadly precision." Buffy said, rattling off her abilities.
Duncan figured at least the last two were meant to be a joke.
Testing her, he brought up his right hand to punch her in the shoulder.
However, Buffy proved to him that she did know the martial arts. She blocked his punch with her left forearm, used her right hand to come up and under to hit him in the abdomen. When he blocked that punch, she crouched down and removed his legs from beneath him.
This went on for quite a whil and when Duncan had almost crowded her into a corner of the room, she jumped, did a tuck somersault over his heand, and landed on the other side.
Duncan finally called a halt to the fight. "How well do you fight with a sword?"
At that, Buffy shut right down. "Well enough." she answered.
Duncan saw tears start to fill her eyes, but she faught them back down. 'Something must have happened.'
"So," Buffy asked, "do I have the job?"
"Well . . ." Duncan thought about it, then said, "okay. Follow me into my office. I'll tell you what the job includes."
***
Half an hour later, Buffy was sitting in her new bedroom. It was smaller than the one in her . . . she didn't finish the thought. Anyway, the room was just fine for her. And the job was cool. It included room and board, and all she had to do on the job was work with Duncan and his students and file some papers.
Buffy went and told Duncan she was going out for an hour and left on her nightly vampire watch.
***
'I wonder where she went,' Duncan though an hour later when Buffy came in. He also wondered if she knew she was an Immortal and how old she was.
***
'You are now entering Seacouver. Enjoy your stay.' Buffy read the sign as she sat on the bus entering Seacouver.
She had decided on the long bus ride that she would continue with her Slaying duties here in Seacouver.
She remembered Giles telling her once that Seacouver had the least population of vampires. Maybe, if possible, she could keep a low profile with her Slaying duties.
She had no more time to think about things like that now, because the bus had pulled into the station.
***
While walking around Seacouver, she realized that no one would hire a seventeen-year-old with no working papers or driver's license.
Still, she had to find something.
***
A few nights later she was still working on getting a job.
She could afford to feed herself for about a week with the small amount of cash that she had.
She didn't have a place to stay, so she slept in the park with Mr. Pointy close at hand.
***
Just like Giles had said, there weren't a lot of vampires here. Buffy killed maybe one a night, unlike in Sunnydale, where she had been killing five or six at a time.
Buffy didn't know what else to do. She was almost out of money and nowhere to stay.
Just then she came up to a dojo. There was a sign in the door. 'Help Wanted. See Management.'
Buffy took a deep breath and checked her appearance. Then she walked inside, hoping the job was still open.
***
Duncan stood in his dojo, practicing with his sword. He brought it up and around in a wide arch.
Suddenly, his Immortal senses told him there was an Immortal nearby. Probably in the dojo.
He pulled on his shirt quickly. It had been an Immortal he'd never felt before.
He kept his sword with him, ready for an attack, and listened as he heard light footsteps coming up the stairs.
Suddenly, a girl appeared at the top of the stairs. She lookd to be about sixteen-years-old, but looks didn't mean anything. She could be four hundred.
***
When Buffy saw him, her Slayer senses started going crazy. But he couldn't be a vampire. The windows had no covering at all. She wondered what he was.
***
"Hello, I'm here to see about the job," the girl started tentatively.
"Hello. Do you know what the job entails?" Duncan asked the girl. No need to frighten her and, anyways, she hadn't attacked him. Her appearance looked a little rumpled, but other than that she looked healthy. She had a gym bag resting by the strap on her shoulder.
"No, not exactly. I just came to Seacouver a week ago," she said. "My name is Buffy Summers."
"Duncan MacLeod. Well, Buffy, what are your talents?"
"Well, I can type and file papers, if I have to. I am also an expert in martial arts, the crossbow, and throwing things with deadly precision." Buffy said, rattling off her abilities.
Duncan figured at least the last two were meant to be a joke.
Testing her, he brought up his right hand to punch her in the shoulder.
However, Buffy proved to him that she did know the martial arts. She blocked his punch with her left forearm, used her right hand to come up and under to hit him in the abdomen. When he blocked that punch, she crouched down and removed his legs from beneath him.
This went on for quite a whil and when Duncan had almost crowded her into a corner of the room, she jumped, did a tuck somersault over his heand, and landed on the other side.
Duncan finally called a halt to the fight. "How well do you fight with a sword?"
At that, Buffy shut right down. "Well enough." she answered.
Duncan saw tears start to fill her eyes, but she faught them back down. 'Something must have happened.'
"So," Buffy asked, "do I have the job?"
"Well . . ." Duncan thought about it, then said, "okay. Follow me into my office. I'll tell you what the job includes."
***
Half an hour later, Buffy was sitting in her new bedroom. It was smaller than the one in her . . . she didn't finish the thought. Anyway, the room was just fine for her. And the job was cool. It included room and board, and all she had to do on the job was work with Duncan and his students and file some papers.
Buffy went and told Duncan she was going out for an hour and left on her nightly vampire watch.
***
'I wonder where she went,' Duncan though an hour later when Buffy came in. He also wondered if she knew she was an Immortal and how old she was.
***