Timeline: Anytime post-Chosen, anytime for SGA/SGA-1.
Characters: Buffy Summers, Cameron Mitchell. Implied Cam/Sheppard/Ronon.
Disclaimer: The Buffyverse belongs to Joss Whedon. SGA belongs to MGM.
This was written for the 2017 August FaD, Day 15. Posted a day late since my internet was acting up last night.

Buffy had returned to Colorado Springs after a trip to California to deliver a package and a message for Willow, and after taking the scenic route back, including regular nocturnal wanderings through the countries many and varied cemeteries and graveyards, she was back where her road trip/tour of America's boneyards aka working as a Traveling Slayer had led her. Sans the Watcher. Giles was busy setting up and running the new council and didn't have time to be an active Watcher to anyone. The recruits were too scared of her to be useful; apparently, word of General Buffy had permeated their expanding organization and the would-be Watchers were all too intimidated to even try being her research person/cheerleader. Which was kinda bad, because now she had to call Giles at all hours of the day or night if she suddenly needed information about a demon, or a specific vampire/kiss, or if she needed to check something she'd read in one of his old, dusty books.

There were at least random meet-ups with her fellow Chosen Slayer, Faith, whenever the woman felt like doing some synchronized slayage, or simply wanted to bug Buffy because she was bored with whichever person Giles had convinced to take over as her new Watcher. None of them had ever lasted more than a month, and even that was only because there had been an apocalyptic problem at the time. The end result was that the Chosen Two were traveling more or less on the same route, just several cities apart in case they needed back-up.

It was a good system, but there was no denying that Buffy missed the company the Scoobies had given her for so many years. She missed hanging out at the house, or the school, or simply to go dancing at the Bronze. Even if you included the Hellmouth, the high death rate, and the yearly apocalypse she had needed to avert - her high school years still managed to seem so much simpler than her life now.

Buffy shook her head lightly to clear it; there was no need to take a trip down memory lane tonight. What she did need to do was finish the patrol of this cemetery, and then she could go back to her hotel room and get some sleep. Tomorrow she had another message to deliver and she hoped it would include handsome, nude men this time as well.

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The next morning Buffy awoke after a very pleasant dream involving five handsome and very naked men doing naughty things to both her and each other. As a result, she ended up spending some extra quality time in the shower that morning and when she exited the hotel room, later on, she was wearing an extra sunny smile which could only have been brighter if the five men had really been in her bed rather than just her dream. Ignoring pesky little things like the fact that the tall, dreadlocked one had been the only one who had shown any interest in her, but that's what fantasies were for. Right? Also, she needed a new boyfriend, or bar that someone who'd be willing to get groiny with her every now and then. Faith was lucky in that department; she had no problem just finding Mr. Right Now, get what she needed, and then simply move on.

Arriving back at the apartment she'd visited a week ago she remembered to ring the doorbell as it was unlikely they'd take so kindly to her walking in on them a second time. As she waited she extended her senses, listening for anything from the inside, and much to her amusement it would seem the three gentlemen were having quite a pleasant morning. Well, it was pleasant for them until two of them began cursing when they heard the ringing of the doorbell. This was followed by the distinct sounds of three people quickly pulling on clothes and opening at least two windows. Yup, they had definitely had a very good morning.

Buffy couldn't hide her amused grin as she eavesdropped, but when she heard one set of footsteps getting closer to the front door she quickly smoothed out her features and made sure her face looked polite. She straightened up and tried to look professional, but she was relatively certain there was at least some laughter in her hazel eyes.

The door opened and Colonel Mitchell looked surprisingly put together for someone who she was pretty certain had been doing the horizontal tango a few minutes before.

"Hello." He said politely until he saw who was on his doorstep. "You!" Then he blinked, and added, "You found the doorbell this time, I see."

Buffy laughed, "I didn't think you'd appreciate showing off the goods a second time." She gave a playful smirk, "Your friends didn't seem to mind the audience, but I thought I'd spare you some blushing this time." In the background, she could hear the sound of male laughter.

It didn't work. Mitchell did turn a charming shade of red, so Buffy simply handed him the envelope, bid him a cheery farewell and continued with her errands for the day.