Title: The Chosen One
Disclaimer: I DO NOT OWN recognizable characters and situations belong to their owners and I make no profit off writing this.
FFA Pairing: Buffy Summers/Bobby(Supernatural)
Spoilers: BtVS post season 7, SPN season 2
Summary: Bobby finds a familiar blond on his doorstep.
A/N: Let me know what you think.She Who Hunts
It was two in the morning and the mutt was putting up a racket loud enough to wake the dead and Bobby was still very much of the living.
He grabbed the shotgun that always laid against the door and threw it open his face set clearly in displeasure.
“Bad time?” a young cute as a button blond asked guilty shifting the bag on her shoulder to stop it from slipping her wide green eyes soft and pleading.
“Hell no.” Bobby grinned his mood instantly lightening and he moved aside so the shorter woman could make her way into his place." So what brings a pretty girl like you all the way out to the middle of nowhere?” Bobby asked as she set down her bag her eyes traveling the place looking for any sign of change.
She turned to him a nervous smile in place “Would you believe I’m here visiting.” she asked hopefully.
Bobby dignified that with a snort and she rolled her eyes.
Buffy Summers, Vampire Slayer didn’t visit.
She sighed “I’m suppose to be keeping an eye on the Winchester boys, Giles thinks their demon is the same one that has been killing off the newborn generation of Slayers so he wants me to keep an eye on them.”
“And you come to me to do that?” he asked eyeing her doubtfully.
Buffy pouted “Technically the boys were here and its been awhile so I figured we could catch up but if you want me to leave...”
“Slow down kid I never said I wanted you to leave, I’ll grab some blankets and set you up o the couch. In the morning we can work on that car for you. See what we can do about the old girl.”
A wide grin spread across her face and Bobby shook his head knowing he shouldn’t be encouraging this girl to drive but he couldn’t help it. Ever since he had stumbled across her hunting on his property she had won his heart.
Bobby had never had any children but he would like to think that if he would have had a daughter she would have been a bit like the blond spitfire who periodically destroyed his vehicles.