Disclaimer: I do not own Highlander or Buffy, unfortunately. The reason I wrote this story is not for monetary value, but for entertainment only.
A week after Buffy had accepted the job, Duncan began to recognize a pattern. Each night, at about 10:00, Buffy would go out for about two to three hours and come in and train for an hour alone then went to bed and got up early.
He wanted to know what her ability with a sword was. He would find out tomorrow.
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Buffy know she wouldn't be able to keep SOME information away from him for long.
So after the last person leaves on Friday, Buffy decided, I'll tell him.
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Duncan walked up to Buffy on Friday afternoon with his special sword and another sword in hand.
"Buffy, I need to know something. To be able to fully help me train my students, I need to know how well you use a sword so I'll know when to start training you as well as my students."
Buffy's back had been turned to him, but he could see them slump in grief.
When she turned to him, he could see the despair in her eyes.
"Fine," Buffy said quietly. "Let's do it."
And so, for the next few hours, Buffy showed him what she knew.
She was better than almost anyone he knew. The only person who beat her was Connor Macleod, his fellow kinsman. She even managed to trap him into a corner a few times.
Duncan finally called a stop at nine o'clock. They had been sparring almost four hours. She wouldn't need much training at all.
"Thanks. I needed that." Buffy said, short of breath, as they walked to the kitchen. "You're better than Giles was."
"Giles? Who's that? An ex-boyfriend?" Duncan couldn't help but ask.
"Giles? No way!" Buffy exclaimed, horrified. Then her face settled into a very sad expression. "He was more like a father to me. In the two years I knew him, he taught me most of what I know."
Duncan thought about that. "Do you think you could come with me tomorrow? I have to pick a friend of mine up at the airport."
"Sure, but right now, I have to book it." Buffy said, grabbing the leather jacket she wore wherever she went.
***
A week after Buffy had accepted the job, Duncan began to recognize a pattern. Each night, at about 10:00, Buffy would go out for about two to three hours and come in and train for an hour alone then went to bed and got up early.
He wanted to know what her ability with a sword was. He would find out tomorrow.
***
Buffy know she wouldn't be able to keep SOME information away from him for long.
So after the last person leaves on Friday, Buffy decided, I'll tell him.
***
Duncan walked up to Buffy on Friday afternoon with his special sword and another sword in hand.
"Buffy, I need to know something. To be able to fully help me train my students, I need to know how well you use a sword so I'll know when to start training you as well as my students."
Buffy's back had been turned to him, but he could see them slump in grief.
When she turned to him, he could see the despair in her eyes.
"Fine," Buffy said quietly. "Let's do it."
And so, for the next few hours, Buffy showed him what she knew.
She was better than almost anyone he knew. The only person who beat her was Connor Macleod, his fellow kinsman. She even managed to trap him into a corner a few times.
Duncan finally called a stop at nine o'clock. They had been sparring almost four hours. She wouldn't need much training at all.
"Thanks. I needed that." Buffy said, short of breath, as they walked to the kitchen. "You're better than Giles was."
"Giles? Who's that? An ex-boyfriend?" Duncan couldn't help but ask.
"Giles? No way!" Buffy exclaimed, horrified. Then her face settled into a very sad expression. "He was more like a father to me. In the two years I knew him, he taught me most of what I know."
Duncan thought about that. "Do you think you could come with me tomorrow? I have to pick a friend of mine up at the airport."
"Sure, but right now, I have to book it." Buffy said, grabbing the leather jacket she wore wherever she went.
***