A/N: Faith didn't go bad and Buffy left after discovering that Riley was letting vampires feed off of him. Glory and Dawn never existed.
Faith was basically Buffy's sister and Joyce is still dead.
This one shot was inspired by Danelle's challenge on the Sentinel X-Over list. The challenge was any fandom or pairing as long as the opening line was (insert name) was not thinking about sex when…
Buffy wasn't thinking about sex when she got in her car and started driving away from work. Okay, well, she was, but not actually having sex. She was thinking about the fact that her boyfriend—her ex-boyfriend now—got off on letting vampires drink his blood.
She was thinking about the fact that now that Faith was on the Hellmouth she'd taken a few days off. Before getting in the car she'd even asked Faith if she could take a mini-vacation. She'd been told that that was five-by-five as long as she'd do the same for her when she got back. Buffy had sworn she would.
Forty miles outside of Sacramento, she'd seen a help wanted sign. Again, she wasn't thinking about sex or anything related to that particular act. If she was going to be taking a vacation, she'd have to work. That was alright, though, as long as it wasn't the Doublemeat Palace. She'd pulled the car into the parking lot of the small town bar and walked in to inquire.
Ten minutes later, she'd gotten a job as a stripper. She never tried that particular occupation and it was only for a week, but Xander had tried it the summer he took off. He'd said it wasn't that bad, so she was going to try it.
That night after a shift that she'd actually enjoyed, she swung the car back onto the highway, lost in her thoughts of why she was in Wichita, California. She never saw the bright lights of an eighteen wheeler turning onto the highway from the interstate.
Several hundred miles south, a brunette Slayer doubled over, clutching her head. The Scoobies watched in consternation, understanding only later what they had witnessed.
And on a highway five miles from Joe's Bar and Strip Club, a truck driver got out the moment he realized that he hit something.
Four days later, supernatural creatures of all types mourned right alongside humans as nineteen year old Buffy Summers was buried for the final time. CPR wouldn't save her this time. Dark magic wouldn't even bring her back; a human had killed her.
She had fought the nasty time and time again, but it was a truck driver who'd heard of Joe's that killed her.
And in Heaven, the newest angel wept bitter tears of sadness.
It had all started by trying to not think of sex.
