Disclaimer: I don't own Gilmore Girls or Buffy the Vampire Slayer they belong to their respective creators.

A/N: Urm, thanks for the outpouring of support. My muse decided to behave a bit today, so here we go…humbug!

Saturday had come and gone with Rory's panicked questions about Friday Night Dinner—the requirement for the funds for Chilton. Lorelai had eased her fear with practiced simplicity. Buffy had spent much of the day helping the pair erect a makeshift room. All it really happened to be was hooks on the ceiling and two sheets that squared off the far corner of the living room. It wasn't the Hilton, or even the Independence Inn, but it was better than Buffy could hope for.

That was where Buffy woke Sunday morning, Light pouring in from two sides, lying on an old futon from one of Lorelai's 'phases'. Sitting up the slayer could hear Rory tripping over stacks of books and clothing in her room. Upstairs, Lorelai was singing 'Walk Like An Egyptian' off-key and loudly.

Halfway through her morning meditation, Rory stuck her head between the sheets of her room.

"Coffee," she asked too cheerfully.

Buffy's eyes narrowed, "Have you already had coffee this morning?"

Rory shook her head quickly, "No, yeah. I had one coffee bean I found by its lonesome in the cabinet."

Buffy sighed and made a shooing motion, "I'll meet you outside in ten minutes."

It took Buffy less than ten minutes to jump in the shower, soap up and down, throw on a halter top and jeans, and still have time to shove her feet in boots and tuck her hair into a bun. To say Rory was impressed was understating it. Begging her to teach her, might have covered it.

They walked arm in arm down the streets, Rory pointing out some of the main parts of town. Sookie's house, Jojo's—which she was to avoid at all costs, and the infamous Le Chat Club.

It was as Rory led her through the park, which was quite close to the bus stop she had arrived from just a few days previously, that Buffy saw it. It being Rory's general incivility. And it was written once a very long time past, by a woman who spoke more eloquently than Buffy knew how, that general incivility was the essence of love. Rory had simply stopped walking, to gaze stupidly at a group of boys tossing about a football.

Pacing back to her cousin, Buffy leant her chin atop Rory's shoulder, "So, which one are you ogling?"

"What," Rory started. "I'm not ogling. I just remembered that I have to go to see…Lane."

"Right," Buffy nodded along indulgently. "Come on."

Rory didn't have the time to grab at Buffy's hand, so as to pull her back from her set course. Instead, Buffy was sauntering along the grass, drawing nearer and nearer to the group, to Dean. Biting back the urge to call for Buffy, Rory doubled her step to catch the other girl.

Timing it to the second, Buffy jumped and snatched the football from the air. Dragging all eyes to her, tossing the ball from hand to hand, Buffy stalked flirtatiously through the tightening throng, Rory trailing behind her.

One of the boys smiled and started towards the slayer, "Hi, I'm Jake, and you would be?"

Buffy licked her lips and cocked her hip, "Buffy."

Of course eyebrow's quirked in question of her name. It happened everywhere she went.

Jake's tongue flitted out to whet his lip, "You seem to have a pretty good handle on the ball."

"Used to be a cheerleader," Buffy flirted right back.

Behind her another of the males spoke, the smile in his voice evident, "Hey, Rory."

Just as his smile was evident, so was her blush, "Oh, um, hi, Dean."

"How are you," he asked.

"Good, what about you? How's your game?"

Dean chuckled, "It's getting better by the second."

Rory blushed, "Oh, sorry about that."

Rory was fidgeting and staring intently at the grass. Dean was studying her in a way that betrayed more than curiosity on his part. Buffy was playing a part she knew so well, the blonde, with little care but for boys. And aplenty there were of them.

At last when the conversation behind her began to crack under pressure, Buffy smiled coyly and slithered past the group of boys, football still in hand. Rory bid Dean a hasty goodbye and followed Buffy.

The slayer could feel their eyes upon her, she turned to Rory, "Let them watch."

"Watch what," the younger girl questioned.

"Us walk away," Buffy answered succinctly.

When they reached the street, Buffy turned and whistled sharply, two fingers in her mouth.

"Go long," she called brightly. So saying, she drew her arm back and flung the football forth. Being the slayer gave her ease and naturalness when it counted, throwing a football and slaying the evil nasties of the world wasn't all that similar, but the mechanics were the same.

Buffy didn't need to watch the ensuing awe to know what had happened. Instead she hooked her arm around Rory's and leaned into the girl.

"Coffee," she tried for innocent.

Rory was silent, her emotions bouncing between angry and ecstatic.

"So that was Dean," Buffy tried again. "Cute I suppose, but a bit too, oh I don't know, Boy Scout, for me."

The gasp of outrage was right on time, Buffy smirked, boy was she right about those two.

Lorelai came skidding into the diner wearing her hot pink go-go boots and pale pink, paisley mini-dress. Luke just about dropped the coffee pot. Jess did drop his half-eaten donut.

"Good God," Jess exclaimed quietly, though Buffy heard him.

Luke shook his head before turning to Buffy and Rory, "I'm going to go upstairs, and when I come back, I trust you two will have removed that from the premises."

True to his word, Luke slapped the towel and order pad onto the counter and double-timed it up the steps. Buffy looked at her aunt appraisingly. The outfit wasn't horrible, okay maybe it was bordering on dated, retro, never-got-out-of-the-crypt, vampire horrible.

Rory was staring in wonder, "I thought I threw that out last year."

"You knew about this," Buffy asked her incredulously as she poured herself another cup of pitch black coffee.

"It was a Halloween costume from four years ago. Until she found it last year around Christmas and it became her favorite 'holiday outfit'. I swear I threw that out."

Buffy shook her head, "I'm pretty good with fire, if you can get it later, I can ensure this doesn't happen again," Buffy offered.

"Deal," Rory agreed readily turning back to her eggs.

Jess walked past the table, "Pyro much?"

Buffy winked fierily, "Can't handle the heat?"

"I don't want to know what's going do I," Lorelai asked her daughter as she sat down at the table.

Rory shook her head.

"I can handle the heat," Jess retorted.

Buffy cocked her head to the side and looked him up and down, "Nah."

Sniffing she turned back to her coffee and started to chat animatedly with her family.

"Anyway," Lorelai giggled excitedly, "I ran into Kirk on the way here, and he heard that there was someone new in town. I hope you're ready for Kirk's Town Tour!"

Something tapped Buffy's shoulder, it was a cylinder, she took it and glanced backwards to see Jess.

"Pepper spray? Why would I need this, and more importantly, why do you have it so handy?"

Jess' head tilted from side to side, almost like he was trying to figure out what to say, "Let's go with Kirk being a little handsy at times. Groundhogs," he finished in the same monotonous voice.

"Huh," Buffy muttered. "And on that note…"

Bwhaha—herm, just a note, Jess Buffy action will not be right away—but there will be plenty of tension mwhaha. Seriously—no Jess Buffy kissage until late in the story maybe earlier if you're good.