Sunnydale-end of the hellmouth
"So B, now that you're not the only Slayer, whatcha going to do now?"
The question reverberated through Buffy's mind, through her soul.
She smiled. She could go anywhere, do anything. She ended up in Cleveland. Damn.
Cleveland was definitely on a hellmouth. All sorts of creepy nightlife and stuff prancing around in the seedy under life of the fair Ohio city. Buffy sighed in exasperation as she entered the Hilton hotel and headed for the bar. It was 2 in the morning and all she wanted to do was go to bed and sleep for a week. There had been a call about an unknown demon and since Buffy was the acknowledged expert in Demon slaying she had been called by Giles and sent. She was supposed to just check and see what kind or what it looked like and let Giles know. Hah, it was never that easy.
Buffy walked into the bar and looked around in curiosity. The music was happening but the clientele looked to be balding older businessman and hookers. 'Oh yay'. She walked a little further in and an extremely drunken man bumped into her.
"Oh, archn't you pitty." He smiled crookedly and breathed on Buffy.
"Oh ick." Buffy sighed and waved her hand in front of her nose.
"I'm an as.. an ass.. an astronaut. My name ish Mike Devlin. Kish me beautishul." He slobbered and tried to kiss her on the lips. Buffy had enough and punched the man in the nose, knocking him on his ass and causing him to roar in outrage.
"You Bich, I wish you would get sent to space and found ina hunded fiffy years." He slurred and Buffy shook her head and walked out. She didn't notice the rotund little man in the purple plaid suit at the bar who rubbed his hands.
"Your wish is my command!" He giggled.
The rotund little man was a brand new vengeance demon and was killed by another demon that same evening. Try as they might no one could ever find out what happened to Buffy. She simply disappeared.
The U.S.S. Enterprise
"Captain, there is something that you should see." T'pol's voice came, a little muffled from where she was bent over, looking into her scope. Captain Archer moved out of his chair and walked over to his second in command with a frown.
"What is it T'pol?"
"I am unclear Captain." She moved away to let him look into the scope. What he saw was a metallic cylindrical object about 2 meter's in length with running lights.
"Travis, come along side and use the grappler and bring it into Launch Bay 2."
"Aye Captain."
He looked at T'pol who was frowning slightly in disapproval, "It could be dangerous Captain. I seem to recall a similar incident that included hostile fire, Suliban and Tholians."
The Captain smiled cheerfully, "You worry too much T'pol. We'll have a full security team on standby." He swung around and looked at his tactical and security officer, "Commander Reed?"
"Understood Sir." Was Malcolm's instant reply.
The object rested in shuttle bay 2. It's surface pitted by what looked like years of debris in space. Contrary to what everyone thought, space was filled with junk.
Lt. Reed and 2 security members, T'pol and Captain Archer were all observing Commander Tucker trying to open the object. He shuffled on his knees to the right and cursed quietly, "I don't know why the scanner couldn't see what's inside this thing." He grumbled and he ran his fingers along the edge that delineated the side of the small craft.
"Troubles Trip?" Capt. Archer's voice was amused as he listened to the grumbles from his Chief Engineer.
"Nah, just takin' longer than I'd like." He said and suddenly a small keypad popped open, activating automatically. "This technology looks pretty outdated Cap'n, late 20th century would be my guess."
"Wonder what it's doing out this far?" Capt. Archer said thoughtfully. T'pol stood silently beside him.
"Here we are. Mal, hand me your scanner for a sec would ya?" He held out his hand and Malcolm gave it to him. Trip stood with a grunt and interfaced the scanner with the computer and smiled, "That should do the trick."
The door hissed open and the security teams stood at alert.
"It's a woman!" came Trip's astonished voice unnecessarily. Everyone could see it was a woman. She was beautiful. Blond hair, pale but with a stubborn chin. She had odd clothing on, and a silver cross necklace. T'pol ran her scanner, "She's alive, although she appears to be unconscious, and about 21 years of age. I suggest we contact Dr. Phlox." She said, closing her scanner with a snap.
Archer walked to the com unit on the wall and pressed it, "Dr. Phlox to launch bay 2."
"Right away Captain." Came the Doctor's cheerful voice.
Everyone stood silently until the doctor bustled in and strode over to the cylinder. "Indeed, indeed." He muttered. He whipped out his med scanner and moved it over the young human's body noticing something unusual, "What have we here?" He moved his hand inside the container to the inside of the woman's blazer when his wrist was caught in an iron grip, a sharpened wooden stake at his throat. Doctor Phlox "eeped" in surprise.
"I wouldn't do that if I were you." The steely voice belonged to the young woman who was very obviously awake now.
"Let's not be too hasty. We mean you no harm." Archer raised his hands to appear non-threatening.
Buffy hazel eyes took in the people around her including the security team. They all looked normal enough, the men were all handsome but there was something about the woman and the man whose wrist she had. She felt vulnerable lying down but had to deal with her 'hostage' first.
Buffy looked at the Doctor, "Are you some sort of demon?" she asked.
Dr. Phlox laughed shakily. He had something new to add to his human archives. "No no, just a Denobulan."
Buffy grunted then abruptly let go. She slid the stake back in her blazer, then she sat up and ran a shaky hand through her hair. "Oh my head. Will someone make the mariachi bands stop?" she moaned. Trip gave a small bark of laughter that subsided when the woman glared at him. Dr. Phlox smiled carefully, "I can take away your headache with a mild analgesic."
Buffy waved a hand, "Whatever, just do it."
The Doctor rustled through his med-kit and brought a hypo spray. He started to reach for her neck when he saw her suspicious stare. "It's called a hypo spray, I inject it painlessly into your neck." He said calmly.
"Ok." She said quietly. Closing her eyes she let him inject her. She sat quietly for a moment before smiling. "Mucho better, Thanks."
The Doctor nodded in satisfaction and gestured, "Well, let's get her out of there and down to sickbay." The Captain and Trip reached in and gently pulled Buffy out. They let go after she was out and on her feet. Trip was frankly surprised at how small she was. Probably even an inch shorter that Hoshi, though this woman wore black boots.
Buffy stood and swayed slightly, then felt her knees buckle. "Oh crap." She said and was swept up into the handsome blond man's strong arms.
"Here ya go, can't have our guest kissin' the deck." He smiled charmingly and Buffy smiled back.
"Are you from the Texas?" She asked. Everyone looked at her in surprise.
"Yep, and you?" he turned to follow Dr. Phlox out of the shuttle bay. "I'm from California." Was the unexpected answer.
