Ok, this is just a strnnge fic I thought up during a very long and pointless computer lecture. I don't own anything so don't sue me. This is my first try at a Buffy fic, so be nice please. Don't forget to review.

"Wow I can't believe it's been 10 years since the accident and almost 11 since I've seen Scott." Buffy commented to her best friend Willow. Buffy was sitting Indian style on her bed, her blond hair in a ponytail so it was out of the way, but a few strands of hair always seemed to escape. As most teenaged girls do, she and her friend were talking over the phone, holding up the line so no one else in her house could receive any calls.

"Yeah, I wonder if he's still all geeky like you described him to me a few years ago." Willow wondered out loud. Both the girls giggled over that.

"Well, It's been awhile….." Buffy trailed off, suddenly feeling guilty about talking about her cousin like that.

"I just hope he isn't here when we have to 'work', that would be really bad, how would we explain that to him." Willow laughed at that, but Buffy was suddenly nervous, what if it does, her mind asked her, and he gets hurt, how will you explain that to his guardian. Oh, Mr. Xavier, I'm really sorry about Scott, he just got in the way of a demon, you know how careless demons are now-a-days. Buffy sighed, this was going to be a stressful visit.

"Well Willow I have to go, my mom is threatening to break down the door if I don't get off the line right now, see ya tomorrow." Buffy hung up the phone and lay back on her bed. She remembered his last visit; boy was that a disaster, that whole bee hive thing still scared her. She thought to herself, I mean, so what one bee can't hurt you, well 30 can, they wound up taking little Scotty to the emergency room. Ouch, that was nasty.

She got up to flip off her light, and caught a glimpse in the mirror, her pale skin, which was from the nights she spent out slaying looked soft and unblemished, she was wearing her favorite pajamas, her pink happy bunny pj pants and a black tang top. She flipped the light out, and jumped into bed, but before she shut her eyes, she reached under her bed, and felt the stake attached to the bed frame with tape. Good she thought, sleep soon found the teenaged slayer, and soon she was off in la-la land.

Buffy woke with a start and slammed a hand down on her alarm clock. She must have accidentally used some of her slayer strength, because the digital clock numbers blinked out.

"Damn." Buffy cursed, "How am I supposed to explain this one."

Buffy suddenly remembered that it was the day that Scott would be arriving.

She jumped out of bed, and quickly but carefully chose a nice outfit for that day, which consisted of tight jeans and a pink t-shirt that showed her mid-drif. She brushed her hair out and ran downstairs, almost colliding with her mother on the steps.

"BUFFY be careful." Her mother scolded. "Plus, aren't you supposed to be picking pu Scottie at the airport?"

"Yes mom, guilty on both accounts, now gotta go." Buffy was about to sprint off, but her mom stopped her.

"I was going to give you this picture last night, but you were already asleep." Her mom handed her a picture of a gangly, thin, very pale boy, with a mess of brown hair, and a pair of sunglasses on. "Now you'll be able to recognize Scott easier, this is a picture from almost a year ago but it should work.

"Thanks mom, love ya." Buffy ran out the door, leaving her mom shaking her head and wondering what to do with her wild daughter.

Well, I'm going to try and get some more chapters up soon, but I work quicker if I get reviews(hint hint)