STATUS: If I get some good reviews, I may continue it.
RATING: PG because I feel like it.

SUMMARY: Well, this is basically me suffering from Big Wolf withdrawals. What happens when Buffy gets a new trunk, one which came from Pleasantville? The revival of Vince. :-)

DISCLAIMER: Ok, as much as I would totally love it, Buffy and Co. are not mine. Neither is Vince, Merton, Lori, or Tommy.

SPOILERS: See, I don't really know. This isn't based on any season. So, I guess, you're safe.

REVIEWS:  I like reviews. Please review if you feel like it.

AUTHORS NOTE:  Italics mean flashback in this chapter. It may change, so I'll warn you.

inVINCEible

            "Dawn? You will never guess what I got!" Buffy Summers paused at the front door. "Dawn? You here? You've gotta see…" Again, silence. She shrugged and easily lifted an old trunk. She carried it over to the couch area and sat it down. Buffy turned around in time to see Dawn dramatically lip-synching along to the music coming from her headphones. She jumped when she saw Buffy standing there.

            "Oh, wow. I didn't hear you come home."

            "Look what I got at a garage sale over on Baird Street!" She gestured to the trunk.

            "Huh. That's neat." She said completely devoid of emotion.

            "Oh, and the seller said there was stuff inside. I didn't get a chance to see what it was, though."

            "Cool." She said and went up to her room. Buffy shook her head. Well, I'll just have to share my joy with someone else. Buffy thought. She kneeled down in front of the trunk. It looked a little weathered, like it had gone on a trip. She thought back to the seller, a strange sort of fellow…

            The man noticed Buffy gazing longingly at the trunk. "You want it, miss?"

            "Oh, I'm just looking. I could never afford some-,"

            "Five dollars."         

            "What?"

            "I said five dollars. That includes the uh…*cough*…everything inside it."

            "You mean there's stuff inside it?"

            "Uh huh."

            "Can I see?" She reached to open the lid.

            "No!" he cried grabbing her hands and getting a wild look in his eyes. "I mean…heh, heh, heh…it's a surprise!"

            "Where'd you get it?"

            "On e-Bay. Came from some lady in…what was it? Oh, yeah…Pleasantville. Listen, kid, you got five dollars or not?"

            She gave him a hard look. "Ok." She forked over a bill. She lifted and it and turned to leave.

            "No refunds or nothing, you know that?"

She swung around. What's with this guy? She forced a smile. "Sure."

She looked closer at her new prize and saw there was lettering on it. She squinted her eyes and said aloud the letters she could make out. "D, I, N-,"

*ding dong* The doorbell chimed. Buffy sighed and went over to answer it.

            "Giles! Hey, what's up?"

            "Oh, well, we've got a fellow who claims someone other than himself that no one can see is attacking people." He walked in totally focused on the volume in his hand. There were three more under his arm. He kept walking, totally oblivious to the fact that Buffy had rearranged the furniture a bit.

            "Well, it seems-," He began, but the rest of his sentence turned into something of a painful "Oof!" as he tripped over the trunk. His books and glasses went flying and he landed face down in the carpet. Buffy suppressed a laugh.

            "Oh, sorry, I just got that today and…"

            "No…*cough*…no trouble at all. I just…" There was a tinge of red in his cheeks and he gathered his things and what was left of his dignity and made his way over to the couch. "Anyway, there seems to be this fellow who, well, he claims there is an invisible man committing these crimes."

            "What sort of crimes?"

            "Well, you know the usual petty criminal things…robberies, tripping people, clobbering them to death with candle holders…"

            "What?"

            "You know, the silver kind. The man says the invisible man likes the game 'Clue' and commits murders in the fashion of the game."

            "Where is this guy?"

            "Well, they did a fingerprint analysis and his didn't match the culprit's. He's back home on…I know I looked it up…aw, yes, Baird Street."

            "Huh…I bought that trunk from a weird guy on that street. What does the invisible guy look like?"

            "He has green hair and uses his…uh, plasma bolts as a type of stunning mechanism. He claims the name of the culprit is 'Vince'."

            "Hmmm…ok, let's look it up then. You think it's like that girl who tried to kill Cordy in high school?"

            "I don't know…we may have to contact the officials of that organization to help us."

            "Neat."

            "But it's," he looked at his watch, "11:00 now. We'll have to get an early start tomorrow."

            "For now, I think I'll check out my trunk."

            "I'll leave you to that, then." And Giles left. Buffy bent over to inspect the trunk and just as she was just about to open the lid, the doorbell rang again. She growled and went over to answer it.

            "Hello?" She got a confused look on her face. There were three people standing on the porch and they looked like they were fresh out of high school. The middle one, a male in all black, seemed to drool when he saw her. The girl on the left, a blond, rolled her eyes. The person on the right was another boy. He was a brunette and looked like a football stud. "How can, I, uh, help you?"

            "Well," said the brunette, "I'm Tommy Dawkins. This," he said pointing at the all black one, "is Merton Dingle. And she," he said pointing to the girl, "is Lori Baxter. We're from Pleasantville and we think you may have something of his."

            Merton waved. "You-you see…I-I-I had this trunk *nervous laugh* and…"

            "What he's trying to say is we think you're in danger of his invisible friend." Finished Lori.

*End Chapter One*

Author's note: This is the result of cabin fever. If it's that bad, I won't continue.