Title: Passes Crossing

Author: Kristal

Summery: Britta Weston has just been informed that 'things that go bump in the night' are real, but somehow she knew they where when ever dreaming of her mother, Buffy Summers.

Disclaimer: I do NOT own Buffy characters those belong to Joss and I own every one you do not recognize like Britta/Brittany and everyone else that pops up in the story that have been created in MY brain.

Author's Note: This is my first Buffy fic and I hope you enjoy it. It's also my first time writing a fic that has a teenager's POV, and also considering I'm 13 and writing a 14 year I hope I'm doing it good. I have several chapters written and I will update each week, unless I'm in a good mood. But if I continue at all I need at least 1 review. Well just read and review.

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October 20, 2019

Yesterday the funniest day in my life! I got to go to three movies, eat as much pizza, popcorn, and ice cream as I wanted! My parents let me do practically EVERYTHING I wanted to! But there is still one thing I want and that is to be in my mom's arms, my REAL mom's arms. Hey, now that I'm going to be in Sunnydale, I might get that chance. I hope I will anyways.

My plane leaves in a little over 2 hours. Eek, have I ever been this nervous? I going to see my mom before lightness turns to dark. My mom, who gave me up when I was 3 days old, is nearly in my grasp.

My heart beats faster and faster. What am I going to say? What am I going to act like? What will she think of me? What is she hates me? All these questions flooded my brain. These were questions that won't be answered anytime soon' yet they'll be answered quicker than the speed of light.

Dad and mom were scared. I knew it and I felt it. They cried last night, as I did those many nights ago. I never cried now, my pain just disappeared and I realized I've felt all the pain that could ever come 'round. Last time I cried I was seven, which was seven years ago. That night was the night I dreamed I was swallowed into a hole, I still remember ever detail, and creatures took me and hanged me up and stuck my tender body. In the end the women who always comes to my aid rescued me. Now I know of her as my mother, the slayer.

I was ready to leave. I said goodbye to my room and my little kitty Itasca. Itasca purred on me for hours, almost knowing I wasn't coming home the next day. She was my little baby and now I was leaving her to my parents. They better take care of my little angel.

I walked down the stairs and I walked to my parents who were standing by the door. Mom wrapped her arms around me and kissed me on the cheek. Dad kissed me on the forehead and walked me out the door. We got into his red pick up and drove to the airport.

In the car no words were exchanged. The silence was awkward and I wished we could fill in our little father-daughter gap. Ever since I was little I didn't tell my father anything important, thinking he would use it against me. He was always gone and wasn't there for me. Therefore I made him pay by a silence of words. Even now it still seemed to continue.

Dad drove into the airport and walked me to my terminal. Then the time came when I needed to say goodbye to the dad I have known throughout my life. My daddy I will always love is now about to say the last words he probably will ever tell me. Goodbyes the hardest word to ever say. And now we have to exchange that single word.

"Well Brit, I guess I have to say goodbye for now," Dad said not letting his tears fall from his watery eyes. I hugged him and I kissed him on the cheek. When I did this he wrapped his arm around me and kissed me on the forehead. "So, goodbye Britta, I love you."

"Bye daddy, and I love you," I told him and kissed him one last time. "Bye." And with that I bored the plane, probably never to come to this place again. Probably never lay eyes on the man and woman who raised me and loved me so dearly. "Goodbye."

I boarded the plane and took my seat. I was next to another teen. She looked preppy and I sure don't like preps. So this would be a HUGE problem if she were. This was going to be a LONG flight.

"Hi, I'm Kirra," The girl next to me stated. Her hair was long and black. Her eyes were nearly black and her skin was as pale as snow. I would pass her off as Goth, but her clothes had the words American Eagle on them and were pastel colors.

"Britta..ny," I told her. Lord was I such a give away. And why was I saying Brittany already? Well I guess I have to get used to it now.

"Brittany? Well why are you coming to the freaky-deaky town of Sunnydale?" Kirra asked me. She seemed all right and she must know about the things that go bump in the night.

"Long story, sum it up in a few words, someone told me to come so here I am." I told her. Easy as that, well sort of. She looked shocked but recovered quickly.

"Same here. Some people told me to come to a little town called Sunnydale, so here I am!" Now this surprised me and my face stayed longer than hers. Was she a potential slayer too? That would both be cool, yet disturbingly odd.

"I'm guessing you got a letter and a one way plane ticket to the opening to hell." I told her. I hope if she weren't who I thought she was, she would think I was only joking.

"You guessed correct, Sunnydale the one way ticket to hell." She I think did the same, either playing around, or she was like me. It would be neat if she was also a potential slayer, but if not I maybe would see her around. "So I'm guessing your visiting a women named Buffy Summers." Now I knew she was like me.

"Yah, you too?" I ask her. I am surprised as well as she is. This was defiantly odd.

"Oh, wow I wasn't really sure, about that. So do you believe in the stuff like freack-deaky monsters and stuff?" She asked me. She seemed nice, and I liked having someone I knew was going to have about the same fate I was.

"I guess, I mean why else would we be here?" I asked her. She nodded her head yes. She was freaked out I could tell by her eyes, but then again who was to blame her. I mean I was too.

The rest of the plane ride was quick and Kirra and I chatted throughout the ride. It was fun actually and we became close friends. We both didn't speak much about slaying or monsters, so we talked about family, friends, school, hobbies, sports, and more.

When the plane landed I wanted to run and hide. This could be the moment when I see my mother for the first time. Or it could be one of her friends. Well hopefully either way it works out all right in the end.

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Author's Note: Okay so how was the third chapter??? I hope it was good. And like I said earlier I am 13, writing a 14 year-old's POV, so tell me if it's good or bad, and if bad tell me what to improve, or do.

And also I don't know who the dad should be. I have several peoples I'm thinking of, or I might do an OC so no one goes all I hate this know. But tell me whom you would like to see as the dad and I'll tally up the votes. So far it's Spike and Angel, and I like Angel, better, but I write Spike better.

I have the next chapter done, but if I continue at all I need at least 1 review. So give me a review and I'll give you the next chapter, if not than, only if I REALLY wants to post it I will. And to the person who told me to write for myself and not for reviews, I write for fun, I post for reviews and to get better through the advice, and criticism.

Laterz