JD banged the parlor door open angrily startling the room's occupants.

One of the men stepped forward, "Congratulations..."

"What the hell did you do?!"

"Now Johanna...," Mr. Hobson began laying a placating hand on her shoulder.

But JD shrugged it off, "Don't touch me...Don't...you...dare...touch... me."

"It was a test!" he said finally eyeing her warily, "which you passed admirably well--showing skill...and...and...adaptability...and..."

"What did you do to me?"

"It'll wear off in a few days and you'll be back to your normal self--of course you'll return home with Mr. Hobson here and..."

"No."

"No?!"

"No, Mr. Hobson will not stay anywhere near me--nor will anyone else from The Council. I want nothing more to do with the lot of you."

"You will do as we say!"

"I refuse to be tool of The Council! You ain't got a say in this! You got to choose your jobs--but you weren't Chosen. I was. And I didn't ask for this. I accept my duty, and I go out every night patrolling...and I know that I'll die young and that it'll be a violent and probably a painful death and I know that I'll never have a family--never have children--never grow old...and I except that...but know that I didn't ask for it. I was chosen I didn't have a choice."

"You need a Watcher to help guide you--The Council has valuable information that you will need..."

"Where were you a year ago? When have you ever helped me? You set me up to die in a rigged test!"

"You can't possibly stay here! Come now, stop this nonsense--you'll feel much better in a more...civilized setting."

"You think I can go back to what I was before?"

"You can't possibly continue to pass yourself off as a man!"

"Why not? Worked so far. And I wouldn't be the first--Pauline F. Barnard did. She served in the war for the Union Army under the name Frankie Masey. There were others before her who did the same--but there ain't never been one who did it so well. Don't think the Union coulda won the war without her--what with the Rebs being so infested with vampires. I reckon she's my role model. And to think, you lot wanted to drag her back East and put her back in skirts."

"How did you know about...?"

"Mrs. Pierce was the sister of her Watcher--she had his journal--with the notes added to it by Frankie herself."

"That is Council property!"

JD just snorted.

"Wait...you're a lady?!" Buck burst out in shock.

"Would ya like me to curtsy for you?" JD ground out sarcastically never taking her eyes of her target.

She was surprised that of all that she had disclosed that was the thing that had stuck out in his mind. Then JD registered who had spoken and the representatives from The Council paled--none of them had noticed their audience.

"Let's discuss this somewhere more private," Mr. Hobson urged.

"There ain't nothing more to discuss," JD glared.

"Gentlemen, I believe that you have overstayed your welcome," Ezra interjected. He then helped to 'escort' them out.

"I suppose you all have some questions?" JD said nervously.

"I've heard tell from some of the local tribes about the legend of a girl born with great strength and abilities who helped to destroy the night-walkers."

"The Slayer. It's more than a legend. I'm the current one--there's only ever but one at a time and when she dies another is Called."

"And Corporal Masey was one of these Slayers too?"

"Sure was. And vampires and demons?--Not myths."

"Knew that already--Buck and I ran into a vamp or two during the war."

"And you're really a lady?!"

"Yes, Buck--I'm really a lady. But that don't mean nothing--I can still outride you. Heck, I could even out shoot you if I really wanted to! Well, not right now--bastards slipped me something..."

"What do you mean they slipped you something?" Chris asked with narrowed eyes.

"It's called the 'Cruciamentum' drug. As they said, it will wear off in a few days. Unfortunately, there's no way to reverse it 'til then," Ezra supplied as he walked in, "I thought that you'd like to know that our English guests have decided to depart early."

"Gee, I hope it wasn't something that we said," Vin deadpanned.

The Seven talked for hours about what had transpired that day.

As The Seven walked out of the Saloon, Buck turned to JD and broke the silence by asking:

"And you're really a lady?"

"Yes, Buck--for the millionth time: I'm really a lady."

The Seven would never be the same again.

The End.

Hello? Anyone still there? (Sees a tumbleweed roll past.) Anyone?
Please, please, please review.

This was a crossover with 'Buffy the Vampire Slayer' or more specifically the 'Tales of the Slayer' book series. Corporal Masey is from Volume 2. This is also an answer to a Challenge I swear I saw a few years ago (can't remember where...) asking for a fic where JD was really a girl in disguise.

I don't entirely like how this turned out and plan to hopefully rewrite parts of it in the future. Please let me know what you liked and didn't like. All questions and comments welcome--if you leave your email address in your review I'll be sure to reply back.
(AN: The pronouns in this fic gave me fits. I finally decided to refer to JD as 'he' until it was revealed that 'he' was really a 'she'.)