Title: I'll Be
Series: Fic-For-All Fanmix
Author: Jmaria
Rating: FR-15
Disclaimer: Joss owns Buffy, Andrew and Dawn, Kevin Smith owns Loki.
Pairing: FfA #1917 Buffy Summers / Loki (Dogma)
Summary: 20 songs, 20 pairings. I'll Be by Edwin McCain
Part Summary: I'll be whatever you want me to be.
A/N: Loki is a bit OOC. I admit it.

I'll Be

Buffy Summers did not expect to see a fallen angel in her backyard, or whatever the drunken and yet irresistibly good looking guy was claiming to be. She proceeded to spray him down with her hose. His blond hair was matted to his head and his lips were sputtering out the water she was hosing him with.

"What the hell are you doing in my yard?" She demanded once again.

"Serendipity inspired me," he sputtered.

"Huh?"

"I'm supposed to be here because you're supposed to help me figure out my fucking redemption!" He slipped on the slick grass at that exact moment, swearing up a storm. Dawn and a couple other mini-slayers popped their heads out of the back door and a couple of the kitchen windows.

"Wrong champion. Angel does the redemption gig, I do the apocalypse ending. So I'll ask you again. Who are you and who sent you?" Buffy sprayed him again.

"My name's Loki, I was sent by the Metatron to redeem my spiffy new mortal soul. Fuck, that's cold! I thought this was supposed to be a Hellmouth, isn't it supposed to be hot?" Loki yelled.

"What are you?" Buffy said, tensing at the mention of the Hellmouth.

"I'm the - I was the Angel of Death, God's fiery wrath of vengeance way back when."

"I thought Loki was the Norse god of mischief?" Buffy frowned. Dawn bit back a snort of laughter. Buffy narrowed her eyes at her sister. "I did research you know. It's not the end of the world."

"No, just a sign of the apocalypse," Dawn said solemnly.

"Slayer, I need you! One proffesional to another. My soul's in danger and I kinda gotta make up for killing the CEO's of Moobey."

"Killing humans?" Buffy demanded.

"We let Andrew live with us after he killed Jonathan. At least he's cuter." Dawn said smiling.

"Hey! I'm damn cute!" Andrew whined.

"Don't make me turn the hose on the two of you," Buffy sighed, giving Loki one more spray of the hose.

"What was that for?" He demanded.

"The smell."