Disclaimer: I do not own Highlander or Buffy, unfortunately. The reason I wrote this story is not for monetary value, but for entertainment only.
"Well, Ritchie? What did you find out?" MacLeod asked as Ritchie came in the office that same night.
"Did you ever have something happen right before your eyes and you know it was real, but you didn't want to believe it?" Ritchie asked as he threw himself into one of the chairs in the office.
Duncan thought back to nine years before. "Yes."
Ritchie realized suddenly what he had asked and said, "Sorry, Mac. But I saw something really wierd tonight."
"Tell me everything."
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"And then he just exploded into dust. Just like that!" Ritchie said at last.
Duncan was quiet. 'So. That's how she became so good. She's a Slayer. I haven't seen one in about a century.'
"Mac? Are you with me, Mac?" Ritchie called to him, popping him out of his silent reverie.
"Oh, you mentioned the creature called her the Slayer? I've heard tales of a Slayer, but I haven't seen one in the past hundred or so years."
"You mean she could be centuries old? D*mn!"
"There's a tale I heard from Cassandra one time. You remember her, the Immortal prophetess?" Duncan asked Ritchie.
"Yeah, who could forget?"
"Well, she once told me that when one Slayer dies, the next is called. So it could be possible that she's not that old."
"Well, we have to find out soon." Ritchie said. "I'll see if I can locate her school records on the Internet." Ritchie sat down behind the computer and started typing away.
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'There they go.' she thought to herself. 'They're doing the Willow on me.' Buffy finished training for the night and returned to her room.
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"Well, Ritchie? What did you find out?" MacLeod asked as Ritchie came in the office that same night.
"Did you ever have something happen right before your eyes and you know it was real, but you didn't want to believe it?" Ritchie asked as he threw himself into one of the chairs in the office.
Duncan thought back to nine years before. "Yes."
Ritchie realized suddenly what he had asked and said, "Sorry, Mac. But I saw something really wierd tonight."
"Tell me everything."
***
"And then he just exploded into dust. Just like that!" Ritchie said at last.
Duncan was quiet. 'So. That's how she became so good. She's a Slayer. I haven't seen one in about a century.'
"Mac? Are you with me, Mac?" Ritchie called to him, popping him out of his silent reverie.
"Oh, you mentioned the creature called her the Slayer? I've heard tales of a Slayer, but I haven't seen one in the past hundred or so years."
"You mean she could be centuries old? D*mn!"
"There's a tale I heard from Cassandra one time. You remember her, the Immortal prophetess?" Duncan asked Ritchie.
"Yeah, who could forget?"
"Well, she once told me that when one Slayer dies, the next is called. So it could be possible that she's not that old."
"Well, we have to find out soon." Ritchie said. "I'll see if I can locate her school records on the Internet." Ritchie sat down behind the computer and started typing away.
***
'There they go.' she thought to herself. 'They're doing the Willow on me.' Buffy finished training for the night and returned to her room.
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