Disclaimer: do I really have to go on doing these? *sigh* - not mine, Joss's

Author's Note: Hello? 4 reviews? That's crummy in the extreme. I know I'm not great or anything but a little feedback would be appreciated – pleeease!

Anyway on with the (greatly under appreciated) story…

Fighting

Eleanor didn't know where she was going or what she was doing. She was just running, and running. She hated the way she did this. Whenever she had something that she couldn't deal with she just ran, trying to out run it, leave it behind. But the guilt was too much for her this time. She collapsed against a tree sobbing. All these years she had blamed him, calling him every rude word under the sun and now… it turns out that he had saved her life. Her hatred against the council ignited again. God, she was angry and she needed to get it out of her system. She needed a fight.

Back at the Summers household, Buffy was resisting the urge to strangle Eleanor. Although it would have been helpful if she was actually there to be strangled. Gunn had come running in saying that the stupid girl had run off alone and didn't know how dangerous Sunnydale was. Hello? Lacking in common sense… hellmouth, apocalypse and walking the streets alone – spot the odd one out.

She and Faith armed up, led the way. Soon they all split off into different directions, Angel and Gunn were both running, Spike had gone off alone and the two slayers were left alone,

'So, B, what's this English chick like then? I'm getting the vibe that you aren't too keen on her.'

'Its not the keenness, it's the general I'm the centre of the world vibe that I get from her'. Buffy pouted. Faith just looked at her and giggled,

'Oh poor Buffy doesn't like having any competition.'

'No that's not it, its just…'

'Oh come on Buffy, you don't like the fact that Angel cares about another Slayer that he didn't tell you about – that's all it is,'

'No… well maybe a little with the Angelness but also… I dunno. She just shows up here as a new slayer and everyone is running around after her and we don't even know if she's any bloody good. She's been out of training, we need as much help as we can get and she's just a little girl caught up in some emotional world of her own… I mean…' Faith looked at Buffy incredulously,

'You don't like her thinking of Gunn before the apocalypse is that it? Because, Buffy, the amount of times you have put Angel before your duty… well lets just say that you seem to forget what you were like a few years ago – give the girl a break.'

'Okay, okay break given. I'd like to see if she could fight though.'

'I'm sure we'll see some evidence of that soon.'

At that exact time Eleanor was fighting the hardest fight of her life. Well, she thought wryly to herself, I did want a fight. In her anger she wondered if she had bitten off more than she could chew. But she had heard Buffy mention some priest that was an enemy and when she spotted a dodgy looking bloke in a dog collar she had decided to follow him. She thought the dark black iris's in his eyes were a bit of a givaway. Having followed him into a cave she wished that she had enticed him into the fight outside, where she could at least run away when needed.

Caleb rounded on her, repeatedly kicking her in the stomach and then retreating slightly he withdrew a small dagger from his belt and hid it up his sleeve as she was regrouping. When she launched into the attack he ducked under the weapon, surprising her, and dug the short blade deep in her left side. Gasping, she drew back, and then utterly incensed rounded on him, deciding that if she was going to die she may as well go out doing what she was destined to do: fight.

TBC

Sooo, it may be a little cheesy or whatever – and I am ever conscious that I may be creating a Sue – but am trying Sooo hard not to! Let me know please!