She woke up to the smell of airline fuel and acrid smoke.
'Ouch' She winced and she sat up and probed a deep cut on her fore-head. Looking around she saw people in a panic, screaming hopelessly at the destruction around them.
Other were slightly more constructive, fishing other passengers out from under wreckage, or helping people move away from the dangerous scene.
Buffy got to her feet and looked for something she could do. A pregnant woman caught her attention. She was clutching her swollen belly and screaming. Buffy approached her and asked her if she was ok.
"M-my baby!" the girl returned.
"Ok well, just sit back And...Um Breathe. What's your name?"
"Claire" She stammered.
" Ok Claire, I'm Buffy and you're going to be just fine."
As she finished speaking, a man came running up, his once nice suit hopelessly tattered.
He explained that he was a doctor and quickly assessed the situation. He told Buffy and another large man to get Claire away from the fumes and told them his name was Jack as he ran off to help others.
"I'm Buffy" she said to the new guy as they helped get Claire up.
"Everyone calls me Hurley" He said.
They rested briefly under the shade of the wing for Claires sake. As she waited, Buffy looked around. She didn't see much else she could do. Plane crashes were not covered in the slayer handbook. It seemed to her that those who would die had done so, and every one else seemed to only have minor injuries.
Out of the corner of her eye, She saw Jack waving his arms at them, and she quickly looked up to see that the wing was going to come down on top of them. Using a quick burst of slayer speed she got Claire and Hurley out of the way just in time. They were thrown by the impact though and Claire landed on her stomach. Jack quickly checked to see if everything was alright, and then moved off again. Buffy, Hurley and Claire found shade under a tree and surveyed the disaster they had survived.
"Dude." Hurley Said. "Just,...Dude."
Buffy couldn't agree more.
By night fall, the survivors had lit fires and were talking amongst themselves as Hurley passed out what food he could find. Buffy had learned most peoples names by that point and had settled next to Claire, watching the fire. She was actually becoming mildly concerned. She had fully expected Willow to magic her away when she didn't arrive in LA, but it had been hours since they crashed and still no witch.
What's more there had been no sign of rescue boats or planes, and Buffy had nothing else to do but wonder why. She was a girl of action and felt as if she was stuck in some sort of Limbo.
As if to answer her frustration, a horrible sound erupted from the jungle. The trees shook and fell. Thousands of birds flew away from the disturbance. And every single head on the beach turned at the sound. Buffy was up in a flash, but she didn't sense anything evil in the area. As the sound stopped, Charlie let out a sardonic "Great" People waited but nothing else was heard from the jungle and they gradually fell into exhausted sleep. Buffy stayed awake all night, eyes pinned to the jungle.