Shattered
The plane glided to a rumbling stop at the airport, the sun miserably hot on that afternoon in Sunnydale. People brushed to and fro, some complaining about horrible service while others seemed to be glad to have land to stand on again.
Two passengers exited from the plane, one man with sprinkles of gray in his hair, serious lines around his eyebrows and mouth. He held a briefcase firmly in one hand, glancing back at his traveling parter who was behind him.
The youth's head bounced back and forth softly to music echoing from headphones, dark sunglasses nestled firmly on the bridge of his nose. The black duster wrapped around his form gently swept the ground around his boots, and almost white hair stood straight up on his skull.
"Now, William, be on guard," the older man said to the younger one as civilians shoved their ways through the masses. The one called William peered up at him, letting his sunglasses slide down far enough so iced blue eyes were visible.
"Yeah, wotever."
The Watcher and his Slayer had arrived at the Hellmouth.
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A/N This was the prologue, tell me how you like it? Other chapters soon coming, hopefully with a (semi) reasonable plot. I hope to turn and twist the current Buffy's plot around a bit.. Sorry, I'm just having a bit of fun with this. What alternate universes are for, right?
~The ATF Machine