A.N. A heads up on when exactly this is taking place in the Supernatural world. It's a month after John died, but before the brothers know about the Roadhouse. And the BTVS movie happened with slight changes.

Chapter 2

Four minutes later, upstairs in her room; she heard the familiar rumble of the Impala rolling down the deserted street toward her driveway. Buffy remembered the first time she met the Winchester boys—cursing she shook her head, but she couldn't think back on that meeting without remembering the night Merrick, her first Watcher, was killed.

Lothos let them go that night after the basketball game. Pike went back to his van; Merrick went back to his place while she went patrolling for a couple more hours. She was too wired to go home, not to mention she wasn't really up for Round 50 of the Joyce and Hank shouting match. She should have known that Lothos or one his cronies would have gone back after him but she hadn't been thinking about that. Buffy thought it was over that night.

"Merrick!"

"Merrick, please answer me!" She ran through the living room hurrying toward the changing room he had erected for her.

"Buffy?" A deep voice reached her chaotic mind.

She whipped around. Standing in the hallway was an older man who looked like he'd been to Hell and back a few thousand times. Behind him two guys, one around her age of fifteen and the other at least eighteen maybe older.

"Who are you?" Now was not the time to be testing her patience. She wanted answers and she had no problem beating these people up to do it. Being a Slayer had to have some benefits.

"Names John Winchester. Friend of your Watchers." This guy was quick and to the point, qualities she appreciated.

"Where is he?" She'd heard the name Winchester before from Merrick but she never questioned him on it. "Tell me where he is!" She stepped forward in an intimidating manner—or as intimidating as a petite, fifteen-year-old cheerleader could get.

"You don't want to see him right now." The older boy spoke with his hand out in front of him like she could strike him at any moment. For someone she'd never met he seemed to know her pretty well. Or maybe he'd met a girl like her and got his ass kicked.

"Bullshit." She wasn't normally one to swear but today she made an exception. "Now where is he or I start using your heads as bowling balls."

The guy grimaced painfully. "Ok there, graphic." He barely got his words out before she pushed passed him running towards the kitchen, the only place they were blocking.

"No don't…"

Dammit, that stupid memory again. She had things to do; she couldn't dwell on the past. Buffy ran her fingers through her hair and took a look in the mirror. Maybe she should change again. It's not that she couldn't slay in the outfit, she could slay in anything but if Dean saw her he might lose all function. Overall that wasn't a bad thing but when hunting he needed all his wits.

Skintight red leather pants hung low on her hips and hugged her slim but strong legs in warm softness. When she walked her ass would sway tempting Dean to smack it, grab it, or just plain fondle it. Yea she knew why she picked these pants. Her shirt was a black t-shit with red glitter words that said 'Vamp'. Dean would get a kick out of it.

To complete the ensemble she added her black boots and leather jacket, she was ready to head out when a glint of silver caught her eye. Staring at her necklace she sighed, gently caressing the warmed familiar metal. A new chapter was being written for her story, should she leave this piece of the last chapter behind?

This symbol had given her comfort over the years. A reminder of the first man she truly loved and gave everything of herself to. But that love, as much as she wanted to deny it, was over. She'd told him three years ago that they didn't live in each other's worlds anymore. That had never been more accurate than at that moment.

Angel had a life now, a new love, and a new purpose. When she first heard about him and Cordelia being a couple, growing closer, she felt a powerful sting in her heart. Angel and Cordelia, nothing sounded more foreign to her ears than those two names together. To be honest she thought their relationship was a little—odd. More so than a vampire and slayer together. When Oz had seen them three years ago they acted like siblings according to him. After Willow told them about her second death they still had that sibling love and friendship.

Not even a year after that and they were together, not as a couple but certainly working toward that, but a lot can change in a year, she should know that better than anyone. Hearing about the relationship of those two had shattered her already bruised heart. It didn't matter that he'd been gone from her life for three years, it hurt like it always hurt when Angel were involved.

Buffy stood staring at her fingers gliding back and forth on the smooth surface of the cross he'd given her the first night they met. There wasn't much she had symbolizing the love they'd shared this cross, and a diamond and platinum jewelry set, containing earrings, a ring, bracelet, and necklace from Angelus along with all the notes he sent her with the various gifts. Odd how she had more things from him than Angel. Odd that she kept the gifts Angelus gave her, but she couldn't part with them, they were still from a part of Angel didn't matter it was the evil version.

The claddah Angel gave her was lost after he returned from Hell, she'd looked everywhere for the ring but never found it and she never had the nerve to ask him if he'd found it. Than the leather jacket he'd given her when she was cold had been ruined beyond recognition from a nasty demon fight a few years back.

Sighing, with a heavy heart she reached back and unclasped the necklace. Removing the cross lifted a weight off her shoulders. Was this a sign that she was fully ready to leave her former lover in the past for good instead of only talking about it? Maybe.

She slid the piece of jewelry into the jewelry box. From down below she head the groan of the Impala door opening. She could hardly wait to see the guys again. The last time she helped them was almost six months ago; it's long passed time for a reunion.

Smiling she bounded down the steep steps to be greeted by the same confused faces she left five minutes previously. "What are you guys statues? You haven't changed expressions since I went upstairs."

"Damn B, didn't know you had that outfit in your closet. What else have you been hiding in there? Whip? Chains?" Faith teased. She saw a whole new side to Buffy. Sure when she invaded her body she searched through the blonde's closet but she would have thought she'd get rid of those clothes.

Buffy shrugged. "You know how much I love chains 'F', but you also know I wouldn't keep them up in my room." A subtle yet a perfectly understood joke on Faith's end. Not only were there chains in the basement with Spike there were chains in the Mansion.

Faith smirked, didn't seem like B was blaming her for being kicked out. She wouldn't have been comfortable teasing her about that incident in the mansion years ago if she hadn't made peace with the memory. She's thankful her friend saw she didn't want or ask to be a leader. Since coming back the two Slayers had gotten closer, became what they were for a few months before the Mayor, trying to kill Angel, and trying to kill Xander. A friend. "Where you goin'?" Finding it strange that Buffy had no bags with her.

"No where…yet." She answered.

TBC