I don't think I've put in a disclaimer...so just to make sure I'll add one here, just in case!
Disclaimer:- Joss Whedon...Mutant Enemy...I own nothing. Except for the characters that I have invented obviously!
Tatum looked at her father and at Buffy with the same shocked, wide-eyed stare that they looked at her with.
"Whoa! I can't be this Slayer person." Tatum said.
"You can, and you are." Giles told her.
"I can't!" she whined.
"Well this makes my job a whole lot easier!" smiled Buffy.
"So you are going to accept your calling now?" Giles looked at Buffy.
"Yeah!" Buffy moved nearer to Tatum, "Two Slayers! It's gonna be a blast!"
Tatum moved away from Buffy and sat on a chair. She looked up at Giles, "So, what am I going to have to do?"
"Well...the same as Buffy...and any other Slayer; fight evil." Giles said.
"And that involves...?"
"Training...marital arts and combat training, training with weapons, studying demons-"
"And patrolling." finished Buffy, "This is when we go out at night hunting and killing vampires. And usually a demon or two. And sometimes there's big apocalypsy doom, and we have to stop the world from ending. That's always wicked ominous."
"Well, it actually all sounds pretty cool!" Tatum said, smiling at Buffy.
Giles breathed a sigh of relief.
"However, you must keep your identity...identities...a secret." Giles cautioned them, "No-one can know you're the Slayers, for their own safety."
"That gets annoying." said Buffy to Tatum, "Coz my mom's always wondering where I'm going, and I have to sneak in through my window at night. You're lucky, coz at least he won't ask you where you're going."
"Yes." said Giles, cleaning his glasses.
"Well that's great!" Tatum said, jumping up from her chair, "Do I get weapons, like stakes and stuff? Oh! And little bottles of holy water!?"
"Yes." said Giles, "I have all of this at my house. There are supplies here..." He indicated to a filing cupboard and his office.
Tatum walked into the book cage and opened the cupboard; there were axes, crossbows, maces, swords, heavy looking things with hooks and nails on the end...and a drawer full of stakes, crosses, garlic, daggers, knives and vials of holy water.
"Wow." she whispered.
Buffy and Tatum walked out of school. They were chatting about their old schools, and how weird it would be settling into a new school, not to mention having to deal with their extra curricular activities.
Xander saw them coming down the steps, "So they're friends..." he thought to himself, "Or sisters!" He skated over to them.
"Oh hey Xander!" greeted Tatum.
"Hey!" he grinned.
Buffy turned to Tatum, "You know him too?"
"Yeah, he showed me to the library." said Tatum, "He's the only person that's talked to me since I got here...well, apart from you."
"Me too." said Buffy, "He helped me when I dropped my bag this morning."
"Speaking of..." Xander rummaged through his backpack, and pulled out a stake, "You left this behind. All I can think of is that you're building a really small fence..." He handed it to Buffy.
"It's for self defense." Buffy said quickly, "Everyone has them in L.A. Pepper spray is just so passé."
"Yeah, we all had them in Michigan." said Tatum, pulling one out.
"Cool!" said Xander, obliviously, "Maybe I should get one too."
"Doesn't seem like Sunnydale has much crime going on." said Buffy.
"You'd be surprised. The death rate is off the chart here." Xander said.
"How about that..." whispered Tatum to Buffy.
Buffy smiled.